oh hi there

You weren’t exactly someone society would label as a “man”. Your soft features and smaller frame would often lead to people mistaking you as a female ever since you were in middle school.

You tried everything to fit into their standards. Forcing your posture to make yourself look larger, dressing in oversized clothes to appear bigger, wearing soles that added to your height, and everything else you could think of. But all of it was for naught the moment Kaino first laid his eyes on you.

“Princess”

He had labeled you in a condescending tone. He’d tug on the straps of your bag and snicker when you stumble. “What? Can’t handle a little pull?” His friends would laugh and tell him to be careful not to break you, implying that you were a fragile little thing. Most of their remarks would point towards your feminine features, often leading to homophobic terms and jabs being thrown at you.

You could only imagine how they would react if they found out about your hobby.

It was a hobby that stemmed from curiosity. Your cousin who had stayed over at your house for a few weeks left some of her clothes behind. She insisted that you keep it for now until her next visit. Out of wonder, you dug through the clothes once. As expected, there was a variety of feminine clothing: a skirt with a simple plaid pattern, a blouse with tiny pearly buttons, a cardigan that smelled of lavender detergent.. and a wig. You had no idea why your cousin was carrying a wig around in her luggage, but normally you were drawn to it.

You  tried them on in front of the mirror, and you felt something stir inside of you upon seeing your reflection. It was not embarrassment, not humor, but... relief. As if the reflection staring back at you felt right.

Once turned twice, twice turned thrice, until you eventually found yourself purchasing your own set of make up and learning how to use them to enhance your features. Your closet began to fill with new clothes and your shelf with wig stands housing different styled wigs. Your skills improved with every purchase made and crossdressing became your obsession.

You didn’t do it to deceive anyone, nor was it motivated out of selfishness or attention. It was simply something you enjoyed; something to distract you from your substandard school life. You took extra measures. Different neighborhoods, venues that were a couple cities away from your own, or dim bars where the music turned faces into silhouettes and nobody looked too closely unless you invited them to.

Everything was going well. Until the world you crafted with delicate care was tipped off-balance with the arrival of a familiar face.

The night was young, loud music blaring throughout the bar enough to blur your thoughts. Your college finals had just finished and you decided to reward yourself with a drink.

You wore a simple black skirt, a light-coloured shirt and a natural looking wig secured on your scalp. You settled on light make up and had a little bit of eyeliner on. Not overdone.

You were halfway through your second drink when your attention was suddenly drawn to a new group entering the crowded bar.

Kaino walked in with his friends, shoulders broad in a dark jacket, laughter sharp and careless. Familiar eyes scanned the bar with predatory ease, as if everyone present in the room owed him something. You noticed him the way you would notice thunder: not because you wanted to, but because your body remembered what his presence meant; that a storm was brewing.

You dropped your gaze immediately, heart dropping to your feet as you silently prayed that he didn’t catch your gaze on him. ‘Don’t be stupid,’ you told yourself. He won’t recognize you. He can’t, shouldn't, or else everything would be over for you. Your reputation was in grave danger. Not that you had a good one to begin with.

Then you heard it, Kaino’s laughter slowly dying down. He had stopped walking which prompted the rest of his group to stop as well.

“Bro, what? Why did you stop?” Groaned one of his friends in confusion.

Kaino didn’t answer. His eyes were fixed, unblinking, as if the sight of you had flipped a switch inside of him. A switch you’d like to kill if possible.

Keeping your gaze lowered, you lifted the drink in your hand and took a slow, calculated sip. You needed to look unbothered. You felt it before you saw it, the way the air tightened as if someone’s attention was hook onto you.

Kaino approached slowly. Not swaggering, not teasing, not loud. Just… drawn, like a moth to a flame. As soon as he was in front of you, he leaned down a little, close enough for you to smell that suffocating perfume you’d always smell whenever he’d purposely bump into you and whenever he’d press you against your own locker.

“Hi,” he greeted plainly, intending to catch your attention. Unlike his usual condescending tone whenever he’d insult you, his voice sounded softer. Shy and uncertain.

“Hi,” you returned, your tone light and voice pitched up to a higher octave that seemed convincing enough since Kaino didn’t seem to react. He then offered to buy you a drink and keep you company.

You should have said no, should have stood up and left and kept your fragile secret intact. Instead, you nodded, albeit hesitantly. But Kaino still took it as an invitation to take the empty seat beside you. He was smiling the entire time. Not mocking nor teasing, but friendly, as if he didn’t leave the bruise on your cheek currently hidden under the layer of make up you were wearing.

“I know this one’s overused, but..” Kaino trailed off. His eyes scanned your face as if he was trying to put together pieces of a puzzle. “Do I know you from somewhere?”

Your throat dried at the dreadful question. You were hoping he wouldn’t ask that.

You pursed your lips into a tight smile and fluttered your lashes to feign innocence. It was your only weapon at that very moment. “Maybe,” you said. “Everyone looks familiar in bad lighting.”

He huffed out a short laugh, surprised. “You’re funny.”

“That’s a dangerous thing to tell a stranger.” You retorted back.

He leaned in closer, resting an arm on the back of your chair. Upon the close proximity, you noticed something ridiculous. His ears were red. This man was so obviously smitten.

It was terrifying.

It was.. Intoxicating.

“So what’s your name?” He finally asked the million dollar question. You hesitated for a second. It felt like you were stepping off a ledge. Then you gave him a name, one that was pretty and borrowed, your cousin’s name. He repeated it under his breath, as if he could taste it. You internally apologized to your oblivious cousin for temporarily stealing her identity.

Hours flew by quickly and the moon was already high in the night sky by the time Kaino dragged you off to a more secluded area. In the hallway near the bathrooms where the noise from the bar was muffled. It was quiet, to the point you could hear your breath mingling with his. You were both heavily intoxicated after having your drink counts rise with each hour that passed.

You never expected that Kaino’s mouth, the very mouth that would call you slurs and insults, could be so skilled in other aspects.

You shared a kiss that was not so gentle, unlike how romantic movies portrayed them to be. The real thing was messy and heated, the taste of alcohol overwhelming your tongues as they slid against each other for dominance.

When you broke apart, you both stood there breathing hard, foreheads almost touching. Kaino then laughed light-heartedly to break the tense silence. “What the hell.”

“Yeah,” you whispered back in disbelief, pressing your forehead against his. “What the hell.”

He kissed you again, and you let him, and for a few minutes everything narrowed down to the press of his hand against your waist and the growing ache in your chest.

And as if ice cold water was dumped onto your very being, you suddenly snapped back to reality.

This wasn’t right.

You shouldn’t get attached. Things would go back to normal by the time the clock hand strikes seven. You’d be back to enduring Kaino’s insults, maybe he’d even beat the shit out of you if he finds out that you tricked him.

You stepped back and moved before Kaino could react. Not running, just walking away fast enough so that your guilt couldn’t catch up to you and convince you to stay.

Once you reached the bar’s exit, you gave one final glance. Kaino stood in the hallway, stunned, lips still parted in shock at the speed of things. One second you were making out, next second you were gone and out the door.

For one stupid, fairy-tale second, you imagined leaving something behind for Kaino to remember you by. A shoe. A clue. Proof that this wasn’t a dream.

Instead, you left nothing.

v. UPDATES & QUESTS

…

SYSTEM MENU AVAILABLE

➢ VISIT PREVIOUS SAVED DATA

➢ CONTINUE CURRENT ROUTE

[ ⓘ SYSTEM UPDATE APPLIED ] Version: 1.09.13

Patch Name: Player Autonomy Expansion

UPDATE DETAILS:

Response Option Interface: REMOVED

Dialogue Constraint System: DISABLED

Player Voice Authority: FULL ACCESS

Narrative Interruption: MINIMIZED

[ ꗃ you just unlocked a new feature ] FREE SPEECH MODE

You may now speak without predefined responses.

Your eyes open.

Morning light filters through sheer curtains, soft gold spilling across the room and settling against the ceiling. The bed is warm beneath you, sheets smooth against your skin. For a moment, you simply breathe, waiting for the familiar flicker of blue boxes, the hovering prompts that usually demand a choice before you even form a thought.

Nothing happens.

No options.

No limitations.

You stare at the empty air, then let out a quiet laugh.

“Finally,” you say out loud.

The word hangs in the room, unchallenged. No response window interrupts you. No tone selection appears. No artificial pause forces your mouth shut.

The freedom feels intoxicating.

You had always hated those damned response options. The way they boxed you in. The way they reduced your thoughts to three preapproved emotions. They had been a hindrance, an obstacle standing between you and actually getting to know Seungcheol and Mingyu on your own terms.

Now?

Now you could speak freely.

The thought sends a thrill through you as you slip out of bed. You move through your morning routine with renewed energy, washing, dressing, choosing an outfit that feels deliberate rather than decorative. You catch your reflection briefly and smile, already anticipating the day ahead.

Breakfast.

Study sessions.

Seungcheol.

Mingyu.

You step into the hallway and make your way downstairs, the mansion already awake around you.

The dining room is bathed in morning light when you enter.

Seungcheol is seated at the long table, posture straight, sleeves rolled just enough to reveal forearms dusted with faint veins. A tablet rests beside his plate, untouched for now. He looks up the moment he senses you, gaze sharp before softening slightly.

Mingyu stands behind your chair.

He moves immediately when you approach, pulling the chair out for you with practiced ease. Once you sit, he gently pushes it in, careful, attentive, then drapes a napkin over your lap as if it’s second nature.

“Good morning,” Seungcheol says.

“Morning,” you reply easily, pleased at how natural it feels to answer without interference.

Mingyu’s voice follows, warm and low. “Good morning. Did you sleep well?”

“I did,” you say, glancing up at him. “You should sit and eat, Gyu.”

He smiles faintly. “I already did.”

Seungcheol’s eyes flick to Mingyu, then back to you.

“Your father isn’t here,” he says.

You pause. “Where is he?”

“He flew to Japan early this morning,” Seungcheol replies. “Treatment.” His tone tightens slightly. “His condition worsened overnight.”

Mingyu’s hand rests briefly against the back of your chair, grounding you.

Seungcheol continues, “Today, we’ll start your lessons properly. Company structure. Internal power dynamics. You’ll shadow me through briefings.”

A notification pulses softly at the corner of your vision.

[ ⓘ NEW QUEST ] Heir Training - Day One

Objective: Study with Seungcheol

Associated Character: Choi Seungcheol

Reward: Knowledge, Trust, 10+ Attraction, Route 001 Progression

You hum thoughtfully. “Sounds intense.”

“It needs to be,” Seungcheol says. “There’s no room for mistakes.”

Mingyu leans closer, his presence unmistakable. “I’ll be with you the entire time.”

Seungcheol’s jaw tightens. “I don’t recall assigning—”

“I was instructed,” Mingyu cuts in calmly, “to stay with her.”

[ ♥︎ ATTRACTION LEVEL ] Choi Seungcheol: 40%

[ ♥︎ ATTRACTION LEVEL ] Kim Mingyu: 45%

Your lips curve slightly.

Breakfast arrives seamlessly, staff moving around you like shadows. Mingyu remains standing, watching, attentive, while Seungcheol observes you across the table, gaze lingering longer than strictly professional.

“Eat more,” Mingyu murmurs softly near your ear. “You’ll need the energy.”

Seungcheol notices. Of course he does.

“We start immediately after,” he says, voice firm. “No distractions.”

Mingyu’s lips twitch. “She decides that.”

You glance between them, amused, aware of the heat curling beneath the surface. Seungcheol’s attraction is restrained, controlled, simmering just beneath discipline. Mingyu’s is open, protective, worn plainly in every movement.

And you?

You enjoy every second of it.

Another system message flickers into view.

[ ⓘ SYSTEM STATUS ] STABLE

Good, you thought as you finished eating.

It was just you, Seungcheol, Mingyu, and the game finally bending to your will.

vi. ALL FOR THE REWARDS

Seungcheol does not let the morning breathe.

The moment breakfast ends, he rises from his seat with purpose already etched into his posture. No wasted movements. No idle conversation. He gathers the tablet from the table and gestures for you to follow, already turning on his heel.

“Come,” he says.

You fall into step beside him easily.

Mingyu moves with you without question, presence solid at your back, close enough that you feel the heat of him without having to look. The hallways blur past as Seungcheol leads the way, footsteps echoing with intent. His office sits at the far end of a quieter wing, removed from the main traffic of the estate, heavy doors standing tall and imposing.

[ ⌕ LOCATION DISCOVERED ] SEUNGCHEOL’S OFFICE

Seungcheol stops in front of them.

“Mingyu,” he says, not turning around, “you’ll wait outside.”

Mingyu stiffens instantly.

“No,” he replies, calm but unyielding. “I stay with her.”

Seungcheol turns sharply now, eyes flashing. “This is a study session. She needs to focus without you hovering like you’re her conscience.”

“She needs protection,” Mingyu counters, stepping closer to you. “And I won’t leave her alone in a closed room.”

Seungcheol scoffs. “You think I’d hurt her?”

“I think,” Mingyu says evenly, “that it’s my responsibility to make sure no one does.”

The air tightens.

Seungcheol steps forward, closing the distance between them. “Unless you’re implying I’m a threat.”

Mingyu does not back down. “I’m implying nothing. I’m trained to be prepared for everything.”

They are chest to chest now, glaring at each other, tension sharp enough to cut.

You watch them, heart steady, lips parting slightly as you bite down on your lower lip, not to hide nerves, but to hide your smile.

They’re fighting for you.

You let it linger a second longer than necessary.

Then you finally step forward.

You place one hand on Seungcheol’s chest, the other on Mingyu’s, feeling the heat and strength beneath your palms. The contact alone is enough to make them freeze.

“Stop,” you say firmly yet you were giggling like a high schooler in your head.

Their attention snaps to you instantly.

You turn to Mingyu first, tilting your head up, eyes wide and gentle as he looks down at you. “Listen to Cheol for now,” you say quietly. “I’ll be fine.”

His brows knit together. “I don’t like this.”

“I know,” you say. “But you’ll have me all to yourself soon anyway. You’re training me too, remember?”

He hesitates. You feel it beneath your hand.

Then he exhales. “I’ll be right outside,” he says. “And I won’t hesitate to break down the door if I have to.”

You smile. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

[ ♥︎ ATTRACTION LEVEL ] Kim Mingyu: 46%

You turn to Seungcheol then, smirking as you pull your hand away from his chest. “You’re too much of a greedy hothead, you know that?”

His jaw tightens but his eyes spark.

You brush past him, shoulder grazing his arm as you reach for the door. It opens smoothly beneath your touch.

Seungcheol follows you inside without another word.

As soon as the door closed, Mingyu takes his position in front of the door, guarding it like a promise waiting to be broken.

You sink into the leather chair in front of Seungcheol’s desk, the seat cool and firm beneath you. The office smells faintly of wood, ink, and something sharp and smoky.

Seungcheol doesn’t sit right away.

He shrugs off his jacket with a rough motion and tosses it onto the couch behind him, the fabric landing carelessly, unlike everything else about him. He turns toward the sideboard, pours himself a glass of scotch with a heavy hand, the amber liquid catching the light. Then, without asking, he reaches for a second glass.

You watch closely.

He fills it with water instead.

He brings it over and places it in front of you with a firm clink, then finally takes his seat, leaning back slightly as he takes a slow sip of his drink. His jaw is tight. His eyes are still sharp with irritation, no doubt from the argument outside.

You raise an eyebrow, glance at the water, then look back up at him.

“You might as well have given me a juice box,” you say lightly. “Didn’t know I was five.”

He doesn’t smile.

“You need to be sober if you’re going to get anything into that head of yours,” he replies evenly. “And learn.”

You tilt your head. “Then maybe you should be sober too if you’re the one teaching.” You lean back into the chair. “I’m not a child, you know.”

His eyes snap back to you instantly.

“Then don’t act like one.”

For a beat, the air is tense.

Then you giggle, soft and unbothered. “I am right,” you say. “You really are a hothead, Cheollie.”

He goes quiet.

Not the dismissive kind. The kind that pulls inward.

The scotch pauses halfway to his lips. His eyes stay on you, darker now, something unsettled moving behind them. It’s the first time you see it clearly. He’s not just annoyed.

He’s upset.

You open your mouth. “What’s wrong with you—”

“Earlier,” he cuts in sharply. “The way you looked at Mingyu. I don’t like it.”

You blink.

The shift catches you off guard.

Before you can respond, a sharp blue notification flashes in front of you.

[ ⓘ WARNING ] Attraction Risk Detected

-10% POSSIBLE

[ ࿄ player guide ] Reassure Seungcheol now

Failure may lock ROUTE 001 ENDING

Your breath stills.

You do not like that.

Not even a little.

Your gaze flicks back to Seungcheol. His posture is rigid now, shoulders tense, scotch untouched. He looks controlled, but barely.

You soften immediately.

You lean forward just a little, lowering your voice. “Cheol,” you say gently. “That wasn’t what you think.”

His eyes flicker at the sound of his name. He doesn’t answer.

“I look at Mingyu like everyone else,” you continue. “I just didn’t want the two of you to fight. That’s all.”

You rise slowly from the chair and take a step closer to the desk.

“You talk about how I look at Mingyu…” you add quietly, “you should see that way I look at you.”

Another step.

He watches you now, fully.

You stop just short of his desk, resting your hands lightly against its edge, leaning in so your voice doesn’t carry. Not toward the door. Not toward Mingyu.

“I look at you like I’m daring you to notice.” you murmur, voice low.

You lean in just enough.

“You’re the one I’m here with today,” you say. “You’re the one teaching me. Guiding me.” A small smile curves your lips. “You have all my attention.”

His grip tightens around the glass.

“You don’t need to reassure me,” he says coolly.

“I want to,” you reply.

You tilt your head, eyes steady on his. “I wouldn’t waste my time if I didn’t mean it.”

The tension shifts.

Not gone. Redirected.

His shoulders ease just a fraction. He exhales, slow, controlled.

“You shouldn’t play with things you don’t understand,” he says.

You smile softly. “I understand you more than you think.”

Another system pulse flickers.

[ ♥︎ ATTRACTION LEVEL ] Choi Seungcheol: 50%

[ ⓘ SYSTEM NOTICE ] Successful reassurance

You didn’t stop however, you move closer, enough that the edge of his desk presses lightly against your hips. You lower your voice even more.

“Mingyu can wait,” you murmur. “Today I’m all yours.”

That does it.

The bravado drains from his expression, replaced by something quieter, more dangerous. His gaze drops briefly to your lips before snapping back to your eyes.

“Good,” he says. “Now sit.”

You obey, returning to the chair slowly, deliberately, aware of every step.

He takes another sip of his scotch, steadier now.

“Then we can begin.” Seungcheol says.

Behind the door, the world stays silent.

And you think, not unkindly, that this is exactly how it should be.

vii. ROUTE 001 ENDING UNLOCKED

Seungcheol straightens in his chair, setting the glass of scotch aside like the indulgence it is no longer allowed to be. His attention locks onto you fully now. Not as a man reacting. As a teacher preparing to drill something into you until it sticks.

“Just like your father ordered,” he begins, voice calm and controlled, “your days will be split between me and Mingyu.”

He reaches for the tablet and taps it once, the screen lighting up faintly.

“Mornings will be business. Structure. Money flow. Territory management. Decision making.” His eyes lift to you. “You will learn everything related to your family business under me.”

You nod slowly.

“In the afternoons,” he continues, “you will train with Mingyu. Combat. Defense. Weapons. Situational survival.”

You hum. “Very balanced.”

“Sure,” he replies flatly, though the corner of his mouth twitches.

He pauses, then adds, “However, Mingyu and I agreed on an adjustment.”

Your brows lift.

“Today,” Seungcheol says, “you stay with me for the full day. Tomorrow, you belong to Mingyu entirely.” His gaze sharpens slightly at his own wording. “After that, we move to the standard morning and afternoon division.”

A soft system chime flickers.

SCHEDULE UPDATED

Today: Business Training with Seungcheol

Tomorrow: Physical Training with Mingyu

You smile. “Fair enough.”

Seungcheol nods once, satisfied. “Good. Then we start now.”

He stands and moves to the wall behind his desk, pressing a hidden panel. A large screen slides out smoothly, lighting the room with maps, numbers, and diagrams layered neatly over one another.

“Our family does not survive on legitimacy,” he says plainly. “That is the illusion. Underneath it are operations that cannot exist in daylight.”

He gestures to the screen.

“Smuggling routes. Arms trading. Information brokerage. Money laundering through shell corporations that span three continents.”

Your gaze sharpens, not shocked, but focused.

“As the future leader,” Seungcheol continues, “you are expected to understand all of it. Where the money comes from. Where it goes. Who it passes through.” He turns back to you. “And who dies if you make the wrong call.”

He studies your expression carefully.

“Tell me,” he says, “what is the most important rule when handling illegal operations?”

You pause.

For a fraction of a second, the silence stretches.

Then a familiar glow appears, quick and only for your eyes.

[ ࿄ player guide ] Core Rule: To control information flow. Never let partners know the full picture

You lift your chin. “For you to control information. And that no one ever sees the full picture except you.”

Seungcheol’s eyes light up.

“Good girl,” he says without thinking.

The words hit harder than they should.

Your thighs press together instinctively, heat curling low in your stomach. You catch the reaction too late.

However, he doesn’t.

Seungcheol’s gaze drops for half a second. Then returns to your face, unreadable but attentive.

He clears his throat. “Next question.”

He switches slides.

“If a territory begins bleeding money, what do you assess first?”

You hesitate again, eyes narrowing slightly as if thinking.

In reality, you are waiting.

PLAYER GUIDE LOADING…

Fucking pick up the pace, you thought.

[ ࿄ player guide ] Priority: Internal leaks before external pressure

“Internal leaks,” you say. “Before assuming outside interference.”

A pause.

“Correct,” Seungcheol says. This time, slower. “You know this. These are the basics. Don’t ever doubt yourself.”

You smile, warmth spreading through your chest.

[ ♥︎ ATTRACTION LEVEL ] Choi Seungcheol: 55%

Seungcheol continues teaching you like that.

Questions layered between explanations. Pauses where he watches you closely, mistaking your stillness for uncertainty. Each time, the Player Guide slips answers into your vision like whispered secrets only you can hear.

Once, when you freeze a little too long, he softens his voice.

“Take your time, doll,” he says. “You can do this.”

Something in his expression shifts again. Pride. Interest. Possession, maybe.

“I know,” you reply quietly.

And each time you answer correctly, he praises you.

“That’s it.”

“Good job.”

“See? You know this.”

You beam without meaning to. Every single time he praises you, without fail, your eyes sparkled.

Seungcheol notices of course.

That is why he keeps doing it.

By the time the lesson deepens into logistics and consequences, you are sitting straighter, more engaged, basking in the rhythm of question and praise. Teacher and favorite student. Control disguised as encouragement.

And you think, briefly, with a private, satisfied calm, that this update really is perfect.

Hours have now passed and slowly but surely felt yourself growing extremely aroused as Seungcheol praised you constantly throughout the lesson.

Your eyes wandered over his body, taking in his muscular frame barely contained by his buttoned-up shirt. You found yourself fantasizing about climbing him like a tree, your restraint slowly slipping away.

As the thought crossed your mind that this was a dating game where you had free reign to do whatever you wanted, an idea began to form. You loved being Seungcheol's good girl, but you also wanted to push his boundaries and see how he would react to you being a brat.

Just as you were about to put your plan into action, the door opened. Mingyu opened the door for a man you hadn't met yet.

CHARACTER PROFILE

Name: Chwe Hansol

Affiliation: The Family

Role: Chemist & Head of Shipments

Threat Level: High

“Sorry to disturb you, sir,” Hansol apologized, handing over a package to Seungcheol. “This is the new shipment. I just wanted to make sure you got it.”

Seungcheol nodded, taking the package. “Thank you, Hansol. I'll check it later. You're free to go.”

As Hansol left, Seungcheol turned back to you, unaware of the mischievous glint in your eyes. You bit your lip, an idea forming.

“Is it really high quality stuff?” you asked innocently, shifting in your seat.

Seungcheol raised an eyebrow. “I'll check later. It's standard procedure to test for quality before official shipment.”

You leaned forward, a flirtatious smile on your face. “Do you test the products often? For, you know, quality control?”

Seungcheol's eyes widened slightly, surprised by your sudden interest. “Only once before official shipment to check quality,” he replied, his voice slightly strained.

Fuck it, you thought.

Your heart raced as you stood up, heading towards the package. “Can I try? Just one line. To see how it feels.”

“No,” Seungcheol said firmly, grabbing your hand. “Like I said earlier, it's better for you to study sober.”

Your current choices would lead you to ROUTE 0001 ENDING. Would you like to proceed?

➢ CONTINUE

CHANGE YOUR RESPONSE

You pouted, giving him your best puppy dog eyes. “But we should take a break for a while. It might help with the studying and make things more… interesting.”

Seungcheol sighed, shaking his head. “No. Absolutely not. I said no.”

You poured, continuing to beg him for just one line. “Please, Cheol. I've been your good girl for hours now. I deserve a prize at least.”

Seungcheol's grip on your hand tightened, his eyes darkening. “You are my good girl,” he growled. “And you will continue to be. No drugs.”

You shook your head, moving closer to him until you were standing between his legs. “We can do it together,” you purred, running a finger down his chest. “Just one line. You’ll be with me the whole time. Nothing bad will happen.”

Seungcheol's breath hitched as he looked up at you, his eyes wandering over your body. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. “Fine. One line. But you have to do and follow everything I say.”

You squealed, thanking him profusely before nodding in agreement. “Anything you say, Cheollie,” you purred, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

[ ♥︎ ATTRACTION LEVEL ] Choi Seungcheol: 59%

Seungcheol smirked, gesturing for you to move aside as he opened the package on the table. You watched him intently, biting your lip as you took in his every move.

You slid onto Seungcheol's desk, your legs dangling off the edge as you watched him intently. He pulled out a tray from the drawer, the anticipation electric between you. With precise, practiced movements, he poured out the fine white powder, carefully arranging it into neat lines. Your eyes tracked his every move, desire coiling tighter in your belly.

Seungcheol glanced up, his gaze darkening as he took in your hungry expression. A smirk tugged at his lips. “Come here,” he commanded, patting his lap.

You practically purred, instantly obeying and settling back against his broad chest, your head resting on his shoulder. His large hands gripped your waist possessively. “That's it,” he murmured in your ear. “Lean forward and inhale. Nice and deep.”

Trembling slightly, you followed his instructions, bending over the line and snorting sharply. The rush was instantaneous, euphoria exploding through your veins. You sighed deeply, sinking back into him as the drug took hold. “Cheol...”you breathed.

“Feel good, baby?” he asked, his hands roaming languidly over your curves.

You could only giggle in response, nodding as you angled your head towards him.

[ ♥︎ ATTRACTION LEVEL ] Choi Seungcheol: 63%

He chuckled darkly. “Thought so. You like that, don't you? Feeling all lit up and sensitive... makes you want to move.”

Seungcheol chuckled, leaning back as he traced your back with his palm before guiding your hips back and forth, helping you move as you moaned and whined.

As if on cue, your hips rolled wantonly against him, seeking friction. He groaned softly, hands tightening on your waist. “Fuck... just like that. You're so sexy when you're like this.”

[ ♥︎ ATTRACTION LEVEL ] Choi Seungcheol: 69%

You whimpered as you ground down harder, sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine. “Need more,” you whined, arching into his touch.

Seungcheol took the opportunity to down his scotch in one gulp before leaning back, his depravity taking over. He splayed his palms against your back, guiding your movements. “That's it... just let go. Grind that sweet little pussy all over me, baby.”

The filthy words sent shivers through you. Bracing your hands on the desk, you leaned forward, giving him better access. He took full advantage, lips latching onto your neck in hot, sucking kisses that had you seeing stars.

“Hngnn... Cheollie...” you mewled pathetically, rutting against him shamelessly now. The desk creaked under the force of your movements.

[ ♥︎ ATTRACTION LEVEL ] Choi Seungcheol: 71%

He paused only to snort his own line before returning his full attention to you, one hand coming up to tangle in your hair. “You love this, don't you doll? Being all worked up... desperate to get off on Daddy's lap.”

You could only whimper brokenly in response, so close you could taste it. “Please, daddy... I need it... make me come...”

[ ♥︎ ATTRACTION LEVEL ] Choi Seungcheol: 77%

Someone has a daddy kink, you thought as you eyed the rising attraction level.

“Fuck, you're grinding on my cock like a good little slut,” Seungcheol groaned, slapping your ass hard as he moved your skirt up. “Look at you, moaning like a bitch in heat.”

You gasped, arching your back as he moved forward, wrapping his arms around you to hold you close to his chest. You moaned, running your fingers through his hair as he purred in your ear.

“I want to fuck you so bad right now, I’ve been wanting to for a while, baby.” Seungcheol growled, his hips grinding up into yours as he moved you to lean forward on the desk. “I bet you're fucking soaked for me, aren't you?”

You nodded, whimpering as he moved forward, slapping your ass hard again. You gasped, arching your back as he moved his hand between your legs, rubbing your pussy through your panties.

“Fuck, you're dripping wet,” Seungcheol groaned, slipping his fingers inside your panties to rub your clit. “I'm going to make you cum so hard right here on my lap.”

You moaned, grinding your hips back against his as he moved his fingers faster. He continued to rub your clit as he fucked you with his fingers, making you whine and beg for more.

“Please, daddy,” you whimpered, arching your back as he fucked you harder with his fingers. “I need more.”

Seungcheol chuckled, removing his fingers and bringing them to his mouth to lick them clean. “Mmm, you taste so fucking good,” he purred. “I can't wait to eat you out.”

[ ♥︎ ATTRACTION LEVEL ] Choi Seungcheol: 80%

You whined, grinding back against him as he moved his hands to your hips, guiding them back and forth. You could feel his hard cock pressing against your ass, making you moan and beg for him to fuck you.

“Are you close?” Seungcheol purred, rubbing your clit faster. “Are you going to cum just from grinding on me like a good little slut?”

You nodded, whining and moaning as you felt your orgasm building. Seungcheol continued to grind his hips up into yours harder and faster as he praised you for being such a good girl.

“Fuck, you're a needy little thing,” he growled against your throat before giving you a sharp slap on the ass. The sting sent you hurtling over the edge with a keening cry, your movements becoming erratic as you chased your high.

You moaned, arching your back as your orgasm washed over you. You came hard, moaning his name as he held you close to his chest, his hips grinding up into yours.

“Fuck, yes, baby,” Seungcheol growled, continuing to move his hips as he brought his hand up to your mouth. “Lick it clean.”

You obediently licked his fingers clean, tasting your own arousal as he purred in your ear. He held you close, stroking your hair as he kissed along your shoulder.

Seungcheol held you through the aftermath of your orgasm, murmuring encouragement as you shook and whined. When you finally stilled, he pressed a hot open-mouthed kiss below your ear. “Good girl,” he praised gutturally.

[ ♥︎ ATTRACTION LEVEL ] Choi Seungcheol: 90%

[ ⓘ SYSTEM NOTICE ] Your about to unlock ROUTE 001 ENDING

“That was so good,” Seungcheol purred, nipping at your skin. “I can't wait to fuck you properly, princess.”

You shivered, arching your back as he moved his hand down to your pussy again. He rubbed your clit slowly, making you moan and whine for more.

“I need your cock,” you whimpered, arching your back as he moved his hand back to your pussy. “Please, daddy.”

Seungcheol groaned in pleasure at the sound of your whines and pleads, throwing his head back as he savored the desperation in your voice. “Yeah, you want daddy to fuck you, don't you?” he moaned, his deep voice dripping with lust. “You love moaning for me like the little slut you are.”

He pushed you onto the table, helping you stand up and bend over it as he stood up himself. Slowly, tantalizingly, he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his toned chest and abs. He removed his pants, leaving him in his underwear, a prominent bulge straining against the fabric. You turned around, eyes widening at the sight, and preened and purred like a cat in heat.

Seungcheol slapped your ass, making you buck forward with a wanton moan. He yanked your dress down, leaving you in just your underwear.

“Look at you, so desperate for me, baby,” Seungcheol chuckled darkly, eyeing your nearly naked body hungrily. He leaned down by your ear, his raspy voice sending shivers down your spine. “You're so out of it, you completely forgot about your guard dog outside the door.”

You gasped, looking up at the door, only now remembering the other man's presence.

Seungcheol goaded you further. “You don't seem to care that that bastard who's desperately in love with you is outside, listening to you scream and moan my name, huh?”

This only made you whine more, grinding his hard cock against your ass as he removed both of your underwear.

“I'm gonna fuck you so good and hard,” Seungcheol growled, “that Mingyu's gonna wish it was him who was fucking you.” You moaned harder at the thought of Mingyu fucking you as Seungcheol entered you in one hard thrust, making you grip the edges of the table for dear life.

“Ah, you like that, don't you?” Seungcheol taunted as he started fucking you, his hips slamming against your ass. “You want Mingyu to bust in here and watch you get pounded, hmm?” You nodded frantically, your movements making your ass jiggle with each thrust. “You dirty little slut,” Seungcheol hissed, fucking you harder. “Mingyu must be stroking his cock as he listens. You like that, don't you?”

You nodded frantically, your hair flying around your face as he continued pounding into you from behind. “Yes, daddy,” you panted. “I want him to come in here and see how good we are together.”

Seungcheol laughed darkly, his teeth clenched together as he drove into you over and over again. “Oh, baby,” he groaned. “You really are my little fuck-toy aren't you?”

You felt him reach around and grab your breast roughly, pinching the nipple between his fingers. “Say it,” he demanded.

“I am,” you moaned, arching your back to give him better access to your nipple. “I'm your dirty little slut, daddy.”

Seungcheol suddenly slapped your ass hard before pulling out of you, making you whine at the loss.

“Ah-nghn… Cheo–d-daddy why’d you stop?” You whined.

He sat back on his chair, his dick standing tall and glistening with your juices. His dark eyes raked over your body as you turned around, eyeing his cock hungrily. “Ride me,” he commanded, and you gladly straddled his lap, sinking down onto his cock slowly, leaning back as he watched you intently.

You started bouncing up and down his cock, moaning wantonly.

You rode Seungcheol like there was no tomorrow, the pleasure from his cock inside you and the drugs in your system making you see stars. “That's it, baby, fuck yourself on my cock,” Seungcheol praised, thrusting up to meet your movements. “Let Mingyu hear what a little whore you are for me.”

Seungcheol's hands found their way to your throat, choking you lightly as he pulled you into a messy, tongue-filled kiss. You moaned into his mouth, the kiss sloppy and urgent.

He pulled away, making you whine and pout, but he just grinned and cooed at you. “Open your mouth f’me, baby,” he ordered, and you obeyed instantly, making him chuckle. “Good girl,” he purred before spitting into your mouth, making you whine and roll your eyes back, riding him even harder. “You're such a dirty girl,” Seungcheol laughed darkly, kissing you again.

[ ♥︎ ATTRACTION LEVEL ] Choi Seungcheol: 95%

As you bunched and lifted your hair up, riding him hard and moaning, Seungcheol reached over to the drugs on the table and poured some on your breasts before snorting it in one go. He sighed, groaned in ecstasy, and threw his head back before motorboating your tits, making you squeal in laughter.

“Cheol!”

“These fucking tits,” he growled, “so fucking perfect.” He lavished your breasts with attention, licking and sucking and playing with them as you continued to ride him.

Then suddenly, Seungcheol gathered your legs, standing up with you latching onto him as he carried you towards the door, making your eyes widen.

“Seungcheol, what–” you started to question, but he shushed you.

“Be a good girl,” he whispered, pushing you up against the door where Mingyu was standing guard on the other side. He started fucking you against it, making it rattle as you threw your head back, trying to hold back your moans.

“Let him hear you,” Seungcheol growled, punctuating each word with a brutal thrust. “Don’t hold back tiu moans. What happened to my whore from earlier who didn't care who hears? It's fine, Mingyu already knows for sure what we're doing.”

Then his magic words melted your inhibitions away.

“Be a good girl for daddy,” he coaxed, “and let him hear you.”

You threw your head back, moaning loudly as he thrust into you once for each word, obeying him completely.

“Yes, that's it, baby,” Seungcheol grunted, fucking you hard against the door. “Moan for me, let Mingyu hear what a little cockslut you are for me.”

Seungcheol’s words and the position you found yourself in only heightened your pleasure, making you moan louder. “He can probably smell your wet pussy,” Seungcheol taunted. “Bet he's jerking off to the sound of your moans right now, wishing he could be the one fucking this tight cunt.”

[ ♥︎ ATTRACTION LEVEL ] Choi Seungcheol: 97%

Your moans and Seungcheol's harsh grunts filled the room, mixing with the obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh.

The door creaked and rattled with each powerful thrust, and you could feel your orgasm approaching rapidly. “Ah, you're gonna come for me again, aren't you?” Seungcheol growled, noticing the telltale signs.

“Mhm… ‘bout to cum d-daddy– nghn,” you whined as you threw your head back, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Come on, be a good girl and come all over daddy's cock like the little slut you are.” His words sent you tumbling over the edge, screaming his name as you climaxed hard, your pussy clenching around his cock like a vice.

Seungcheol wasn't far behind, grunting gutturally as he thrust into you erratically. “Fuck, milk my cock, baby,” he groaned, and you obliged, your pussy fluttering around him.

With a final, powerful thrust, he came deep inside you, filling you to the brim with his hot seed. You both panted heavily, trying to catch your breath, and Seungcheol pulled out of you with a wet squelch.

[ ♥︎ ATTRACTION LEVEL ] Choi Seungcheol: 100%

You looked at each other, grinning wickedly, knowing that Mingyu had heard everything. Seungcheol pulled you into another filthy kiss, both of you laughing breathlessly against each other's lips.

[ ꗃ you just unlocked ] ROUTE 001 ENDING

ROUTE INFORMATION: You may officially choose ROUTE 001: Choi Seungcheol’s ending at game end

Ending Type: Exclusive

Conditions: Met

[ ⓘ QUEST COMPLETE ] Heir Training - Day One

Completed Objective: Study with Seungcheol

Associated Character: Choi Seungcheol

Reward: Knowledge, Trust, 10+ Attraction, Route Progression

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From the moment Mingyu heard your whines and moans, he knew exactly what you and Seungcheol were doing.

The thought that you might be hurt never even crossed his mind because, despite everything, he knew Seungcheol would never hurt you.

As he stood guard outside the door, he listened to the symphony of your pleasure, your breathy moans, your needy whines, the wet sound of your arousal, and you screaming Seungcheol's name.

Jealousy burned in his chest, hot and bitter.

He wanted to be Seungcheol. He wanted to be the one kissing you, touching you, caressing you, fucking you senseless. He had imagined it for years now, the images playing in his mind like a forbidden fantasy. The more he listened to you moan and whine and beg for more, the harder he got, his cock straining against his pants almost painfully.

Shame and guilt washed over him, but he couldn't stop himself.

Closing his eyes and clenching his fists tightly, he imagined himself in Seungcheol's place. Slowly, almost tentatively, his hand went down to his bulge, stroking himself through the fabric as he pictured himself as Seungcheol.

In his head, he was the one kissing you deeply, his tongue tangling with yours. He was the one touching you, his hands roaming your body possessively. He was the one fucking you, his cock buried deep inside your wet heat.

When he heard the two of you move closer and Seungcheol pushing you against the door he was standing against, Mingyu felt the door rattle over and over again, each thrust punctuated by your moans hitting his back.

His hand on his cock matched Seungcheol's pace, imagining it was him fucking you. He could almost feel your tight pussy clenching around him, your nails digging into his back as you screamed his name instead.

Your moans grew louder, hitting his ears like the sweetest torture. He could hear Seungcheol's dirty talk, the filthy words making his breath hitch. “Come on, be a good girl and come all over daddy's cock like the little slut you are,” Seungcheol growled, and Mingyu's hand sped up, stroking himself frantically as he imagined you coming on his cock.

Your scream of pleasure and Seungcheol's guttural groan sent him over the edge. Mingyu came with a silent gasp, his seed spilling over his hand and staining his pants. He leaned against the door heavily, panting and trying to catch his breath, feeling both satisfied and disgusted with himself.

As the sounds from the room died down, Mingyu cleaned himself up, wiping his hand on his pants as he stood straighter, shame and guilt hitting him once again. He knew he couldn't keep doing this to himself, but he couldn't stop his feelings for you either.

With a final deep breath, he composed himself, ready to continue his duties as if nothing had happened, all the while knowing that the image of you and Seungcheol together would haunt his dreams for nights to come.

Meanwhile, you were now curled against Seungcheol, his presence solid and grounding, his arm wrapped around you with an ease that feels earned rather than claimed. His chair is still angled slightly from where he never bothered to stand again, one hand resting at your waist, thumb tracing slow, absent circles as if memorizing you.

A notification flickers into view, this one appearing more abruptly than the rest.

[ ♥︎ ATTRACTION LEVEL ] Kim Mingyu: 71%

Addition: +25%

Condition Triggered: Audio Detection

[ ꗃ you just unlocked ] NEW QUEST AVAILABLE

[ ⓘ NEW QUEST ] Heir Training - Day Two

Objective: Train with Mingyu

Associated Character: Kim Mingyu

Reward: Knowledge, Trust, 10+ Attraction, Route 002 Progression

Your smile deepens.

The lights dim automatically as you settle further into Seungcheol, his touch steady and unhurried, lulling rather than demanding. Your eyelids grow heavy, thoughts drifting, satisfied.

Just before sleep takes you, the system flickers again.

On queue, as expected…

[ ⓘ AUTO-SAVE AVAILABLE ] Save Progress?

➢ YES

NO

You choose yes. As always.

The screen trembles, stabilizes.

Seungcheol’s continued to caress your back, unaware.

You close your eyes.

And let the game wait.

DATA SAVING…

Please wait…

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USER PRIORITY: ADMIN

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[ ⓘ SYSTEM UPDATE COMPLETE ] Performance Improvements Applied

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ricky cornered yn, asking him for help on his final project, “yn my man how are you” he sneaks one arm around yn’s shoulders “i’ll pay you thousands this time, all cash due next week, just do me the project please”. “you’re throwing money around like it grows on the trees” yn uttered, “well for me, it’s kinda like that” he jokes, sealing the deal, “you’re the best” he grins.

the deadline came and went, both projects, ricky and yn’s, were great, the professor was amazed by the coding, the results, everything, ‘the best projects he has ever seen’ were his words. but then no cash arrived, yn hands remained empty with not a single sight of a bill, ricky didn’t answer his texts nor calls, it’s like earth has swallowed him. “ynnie we got a problem” ricky spoke standing up in front of yn, who was sitting on the library reading a book. “i’m fucked, my parents cut me off” he sighed plopping himself on the chair next to him, “and?” the other replied, “what do you want me to do about it?”.

“well dumbass i owe you money”, “no shit!” yn responded with sarcasm in his tone, “where’s my money ricky” he asked. “my guy i don’t have it. i mean not right now but i’ll figure it out how to get it, just give me more time please”, “you’re talking like i’m some loan shark or something” yn answers, “i don’t know if i can trust you, you didn’t even answered my texts what makes you think i would believe your shitty ass words. i’m not a fucking charity ricky, i don’t live off of thank you’s we have a deal”.

“i know” ricky throws his head back, dragging his hands on them, looking defeated, “what if i pay you back… like in another way?” he proposed, getting yn’s attention, “unless you have the latest license of this coding program under your shirt i don’t want it”. “i have something even better under my shirt” ricky’s flirty mode was turned on, he lifts his shirt letting yn see his abs, “what?” the other said, surprised, his face becoming red. “come on, don’t act like you haven't checked me out since forever. i know that look in your eyes”. yn tried to deny it but no words came out of his lips, because ricky was right. “i’ broke right now but i have something you can enjoy too. and i know you want it” he grabs his bulge with his hand, gripping it. yn should’ve said no,ask for the money instead, give him more time –“prove it” he says, gaining a grin from ricky “that’s it, thought you'd never ask”.

yn’s back slammed against his dorm door, ricky was shoving him against it –closing and locking it– lips latched against lips, yn was hungry, eager for ricky’s touch. it felt ecstatic, every touch of skin against skin left a burning sensation on both bodies, clothes hit the floor and both naked bodies walked towards the bed, lips never leaving each other, ricky’s big frame pinning yn’s against the mattress but here is when things took a turn, yn is not the typical submissive bottom s ricky’s about to find it out.

in a swift motion yn made ricky the one under him, his back against the mattress, ricky was caught off guard but he obeyed nonetheless, ricky’s cock was semi-hard, already leaking precum. “stay like this” yn demanded, straddling him, “you’re gonna have to work hard if you think this pays the money you owe me” yn speaks while rubbing the red aching wet tip on his hole, “you lazy slut” he retorted to which ricky answered, aroused, “damn man, didn’t know you had it in you”. yn leaned down, whispering in ricky's ear “shut up, you’re my bitch tonight”.

yn poured some lube on his fingers, putting them inside his ass, stretching it –he didn’t bother to hide his moans, he let ricky hear them, the sounds going straight to his twitching cock. then he poured more on ricky’s big cock, the liquid making his shaft glisten with the surrounding lights, then he slid on it slowly, letting the other fill him up. “you’re so hot yn” ricky moaned, “let me just-” he was cut off when yn slaps his hand away, “you owe me remember, you don’t get to pick and choose what to do”.

yn lifts himself up just enough to leave the tip inside him, teasing the tip with his rim, clenching on it only. he then sinks down, engulfing the fat cock completely to the hilt. it stretches him deliciously, ricky’s head tipped back, swallowing a grunt –yn was driving him crazy. he needed to put his hands on him but something in the way yn spoke made him obey, “you’re a fucking psycho” he growled.

yn starts to ride him hard, making the bed creak and the headboard to slam against the wall, setting a brutal, punishing pace that puts ricky to his edge. every bounce made ricky’s cock to slam against his prostate, yn seeing stars thanks to it. meanwhile ricky continued to swallow his growls, trying to not let yn enjoy this moment, he has to fight back and let him know that he can handle it – then yn moved his hips with the other’s shaft still buried inside him, moving in circular motions that made his tight insides to clench around it, ricky could’ve cum right there but he somehow managed to not to. breathing quickly and his chest heaving, panting after using all the strength he has left to not fill the other up, “fuck” he sighed whimpering a lot.

“look at you, the ricky fucking shen whimpering like a cheap whore. imagine what your frat bros would say if they see you like this. they’ll love it i’m sure”, he laughs as he exhales all the air when the tip hits against his prostate. “fuck off” the top whimpers, his hips jerking up chasing yn’s warm ass, his body betraying his words.

yn arched his back, using both hands to spread his cheeks letting ricky see his hole swallowing his whole shaft easily, earning choked moans from the other. his hand reaches out to his leaking cock to stroke it, “you’re nothing without money, just a pretty dick for me to use” yn voiced, his fingers getting coated on the clear substance seeping out of the slit of his tip. yn rde ricky into oblivion, “i’m shit- i’m close” the top confesses, clawing at the sheets. “not yet, hold it” the bottom tells him, ass still bouncing on it as if he started mere seconds ago.

ricky whines, his body becoming tense and abs contracting, he’s yn’s toy right now and must obey him, after all this was his idea. his eyes became glassy, lips swollen thanks to him biting them much, strings of saliva connecting both lips while some drool spill down his sides, the frat boy was completely fucked up by now. “please let me cum” he starts to beg when yn sped up the pace of his bouncings, “beg more” yn demanded, “please” he whines again, “let me cum” he bites back another moan. “pathetic” yn laughs, yn turned around facing ricky’s wrecked form, grinning, cumming minutes later, painting the other’s sweaty abs in white –”now” he says and ricky’s body relaxes, his cock spurting buckets of spooge inside the other accompanied by a guttural moan.

The music blasted loudly in the club as the blinding lights flickered blue and red above the people on the dance floor. You were bobbing your head to the beat on the indoor mezzanine as you watched someone climb up the small stage on the dance floor below and drunkenly dance against a pole.

Being a celebrity, you didn't get too many opportunities to go out clubbing freely, only when you were on tour some place where you’re not that huge of a celebrity or where people are simply more discreet. In this case, the people of this club in Berlin seemed not to mind the presence of a celebrity. Plus, the place’s no-phone policy helped. Anyhow, it's not like you were super into clubbing anyway, but it was nice being able to go out like a normal person sometimes.

Earlier that night you had arrived at the club with one of your friends – who were nowhere to be seen for more than thirty minutes, when they ditched you to flirt with some guy that was ogling them nonstop. They’re probably fucking somewhere, you thought.

Tired of watching people dance on the floor below, you turned around and walked to the back of the mezzanine, leaning against the wall as you pulled out your phone to try and contact your friend – even though you knew it was pointless.

You sent a text you knew wasn't gonna be answered until the next morning and then put the device back in your pocket, taking a sip of the drink in your hand as you scanned the area around you.

The mezzanine wasn't very full, most people were leaning against the rail up front and looking down at the dance floor while one couple was not-so-subtly eating each other's faces against the wall to your right. You felt it was pointless to stay there alone and almost moved to leave that place until you spotted a familiar face that made you stop on your tracks.

Kim Mingyu.

You hadn’t realized Seventeen was on tour in Germany as well, so seeing him there completely surprised you.

You and Mingyu weren’t exactly friends. You shared a friend in common, which was Vernon, but never really got to bond with each other. However, every time you’d attend the same events you’d notice some kind of tension between the two of you. Even if you were on different sides of a room, you’d still find yourself holding eye contact with him a few times throughout the night. You couldn’t deny the crush you had on him for a while now.

You scanned him up and down for a moment while taking a sip of your drink. Mingyu's skin glistened bronze even under those red and blue lights and he towered over the other people on the other side of the mezzanine as he talked to one of his friends, Seungcheol. His outfit was simple, just a gray tank top and jeans. He looked sinful. The fabric around his torso hugged his muscles beautifully, highlighting his large chest and exposing his broad shoulders. The way he smirked while watching the people dancing on the floor was so hot, and seeing him hold a can of ice cold beer up and chug on it exposing his manly neck made your knees even weaker.

It didn't take long for Mingyu to spot you staring right at him. He smirked smugly when he noticed. Every time you passed by him at those award shows wearing the most sinful outfits, he would eat you up with his eyes, even though your oblivious ass didn’t notice. More than once he caught himself biting his lip, forcing himself to stay put—when all he wanted was to get up and pin you against the wall.

Well, now there was no stopping him.

Mingyu winked and waved, leaning towards Seungcheol to whisper a quick "be right back" before making his way towards you.

He approached with a smirk, supporting his hand on the wall right next to your head as he leaned down to speak through the loud music. "Hey, didn't expect to see you here." Mingyu was no fool flexing his arm like that so close to your face.

You bit the straw between your teeth as you let your gaze linger on his biceps for a second too long before meeting his eyes. "Didn't expect to see you either, but here we are."

Mingyu's smirk grew at that, enjoying your flirty tone. He leaned in even further to talk directly into your ear. "And what's a pretty boy like you doing here all by himself, hm?" The sound of his manly voice sent chills down your body and your stomach flipped. But you had to keep yourself together.

"Well, it turns out I was abandoned here by my friend. Hadn't you seen me, I would've been on my way out," you tilted your head slightly, eyes travelling down Mingyu’s neck and chest shamelessly.

"Good thing I came in time, huh? I can finally get to chat with you alone," he said, putting his finger under your chin and raising your head to meet his eyes once again. Somehow, it was easy to keep eye contact with him. It felt like you were both already intimate despite never getting to bond before.

The two of you chatted for a few minutes, talking about everything and nothing as the air between your bodies grew thicker. The conversation never felt boring, with jokes being thrown here and there and flirtatious remarks coming out in every sentence. For a moment, you forgot you were in a club filled with other people.

You heard the music in the background getting louder and watched as Mingyu leaned in once again to speak up against your ear. You could feel the heat from his body as he placed his hands on each side of your hips, making you feel oddly secure.

Closer I get

You placed your own free hand on his shoulder and made sure to breathe into his ear before continuing with whatever topic you were discussing. You threw compliments at each other’s latest releases and Mingyu couldn’t help but let you know how attractive he thought you looked each time he saw you on stage. There was no awkwardness between you two.

Can you resist?

His eyes were full of luxury as you both got increasingly flirty and daring with your comments about each other’s looks. You felt his thumb draw circles softly on your skin as he held you by the hips and that’s when you realized you hadn’t even noticed he got himself under the fabric of your shirt.

It’s relentless

It’s why

The music only helped increase the tension between the two of you as he looked into your eyes intensely, stripping you naked in his mind. As if on cue, Mingyu crashed his lips on yours at the drop of the beat.

I, I, I wanna feel, feel, feel

Wanna taste, taste, taste

Wanna get you going

Careless, you dropped the can in your hand on the ground before placing your fingers on his nape, pulling him closer into the heated kiss.

I, I, I wanna lay, lay, lay

Wanna string, string, string

Wanna make you mine

You felt Mingyu inhale deeply into the kiss before moving one of his hands to your nape too, pressing his face into yours as close as he could. His wet tongue fought its way into your hot mouth and you couldn’t help but moan at it. You tasted him in your own tongue and the feeling of him inside your mouth sent you through the stars.

Mingyu’s hands couldn’t stay still after a while, soon they were running down your back to squeeze your ass and press your hips against his. You whimpered into his mouth when you felt his hardening bulge press up against you and suddenly you felt yourself desperate to tear all his clothes off right then and there.

Your hands started roaming as well, feeling up Mingyu’s toned arms and back muscles as you tried to remind yourself you were still in public. Not tearing apart Mingyu’s tank top right there was possibly one of the hardest tasks you’ve ever been challenged with.

Finally realizing you needed to take a breath after making out for so long, you two separated your heated mouths. “Wow,” Mingyu panted, hands on your hips keeping you in place. You smiled at him, also panting, with your arms around his neck.

It was only then that you realized the speakers were halfway through another song, meaning you had been kissing for at least a few minutes–while in your head it felt like mere seconds. You couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that it felt so natural–moreover intense and heated–as if you had been together for a while already.

Mingyu leaned in once again but, instead of connecting your lips again, he turned to whisper into your ear. “You have no idea for just how long I’ve been craving you.” He squeezed your hips slightly. You couldn’t help but smile once again. The chemistry between you two in that moment felt unreal. How could you feel so connected already?

Your response was to lean in and kiss him again. You made sure the kiss started slower than before this time, and Mingyu matched your pace perfectly. For a couple minutes you two stayed that way, taking turns slowly in tasting each other’s mouths with your tongues and nibbling each other’s lips here and there.

After a while, Mingyu broke the kiss again and started to trail kisses down your cheek and neck, where he stopped to smell and suck on softly. You moaned into his ear and feared you’d be too weak under his touch that you’d let him do anything right there. But Mingyu wasn’t crazy, of course, he worked on your neck for a few seconds and soon came back up to claim your mouth once more into another heated make out session.

You two seemed to never get enough of each other’s mouths. You sucked on his tongue once he inserted it in between your lips again and felt him moaning into your mouth. He did the same a few seconds later when your own tongue danced its way into his mouth. It truly felt like your lips belonged together with how well they fit against one another like puzzle pieces.

You two would pause for just a second to breathe before going right back in. The kissing became more erratic and intense as you felt Mingyu press his body against yours again, making sure you felt just how hard he was under his pants. You whimpered under him, letting your mind run wild with the amount of things you wish you could do to him right then but couldn’t.

For just a couple seconds, Mingyu broke off again and turned his head to look around, checking if there was anybody paying attention to you. You didn’t know what exactly he was looking for but didn’t have time to ask before he turned his head right back at you and wrapped his hand on one of your wrists. He placed your hand right on his crotch and made you squeeze it. Fuck, you mouthed under your breath. You felt his cock twitch under your palm and you couldn’t think of anything other than just how massive it seemed to be. It felt thick and long. Mingyu was hung as a fucking horse.

He looked at you with glazed eyes, yearning for you. His cock twitched again under the tight fabric of his jeans and soon you had your lips being ravished again by Mingyu’s hungry mouth. It seemed that the more you kissed, the more you needed each other. Neither of you could get enough of it.

Panting in between kisses, you two locked eyes again and smiled. “What do you say we take this to my hotel?” Mingyu asked, eyes showing a mixture of lust and passion. You shared the same glint in your eyes, wanting to touch and explore his whole body all night but also simply stay by his side and enjoy his presence. This wasn’t only physical.

“I say that’s a very good idea,” you responded, eyes locked with his as you two smiled.

Mingyu gave a sweet peck to your lips and moved away, giving you more space. You instantly missed the feeling of his body against yours. “Come with me,” he took your hand in his and guided you to the back exit of the club. The smile on your face just wouldn’t fade as you thought to yourself how that night would be the best you’d have in years.

The music blasted loudly in the club as the blinding lights flickered blue and red above the people on the dance floor. You were bobbing your head to the beat on the indoor mezzanine as you watched someone climb up the small stage on the dance floor below and drunkenly dance against a pole.

Being a celebrity, you didn't get too many opportunities to go out clubbing freely, only when you were on tour some place where you’re not that huge of a celebrity or where people are simply more discreet. In this case, the people of this club in Berlin seemed not to mind the presence of a celebrity. Plus, the place’s no-phone policy helped. Anyhow, it's not like you were super into clubbing anyway, but it was nice being able to go out like a normal person sometimes.

Earlier that night you had arrived at the club with one of your friends – who were nowhere to be seen for more than thirty minutes, when they ditched you to flirt with some guy that was ogling them nonstop. They’re probably fucking somewhere, you thought.

Tired of watching people dance on the floor below, you turned around and walked to the back of the mezzanine, leaning against the wall as you pulled out your phone to try and contact your friend – even though you knew it was pointless.

You sent a text you knew wasn't gonna be answered until the next morning and then put the device back in your pocket, taking a sip of the drink in your hand as you scanned the area around you.

The mezzanine wasn't very full, most people were leaning against the rail up front and looking down at the dance floor while one couple was not-so-subtly eating each other's faces against the wall to your right. You felt it was pointless to stay there alone and almost moved to leave that place until you spotted a familiar face that made you stop on your tracks.

Kim Mingyu.

You hadn’t realized Seventeen was on tour in Germany as well, so seeing him there completely surprised you.

You and Mingyu weren’t exactly friends. You shared a friend in common, which was Vernon, but never really got to bond with each other. However, every time you’d attend the same events you’d notice some kind of tension between the two of you. Even if you were on different sides of a room, you’d still find yourself holding eye contact with him a few times throughout the night. You couldn’t deny the crush you had on him for a while now.

You scanned him up and down for a moment while taking a sip of your drink. Mingyu's skin glistened bronze even under those red and blue lights and he towered over the other people on the other side of the mezzanine as he talked to one of his friends, Seungcheol. His outfit was simple, just a gray tank top and jeans. He looked sinful. The fabric around his torso hugged his muscles beautifully, highlighting his large chest and exposing his broad shoulders. The way he smirked while watching the people dancing on the floor was so hot, and seeing him hold a can of ice cold beer up and chug on it exposing his manly neck made your knees even weaker.

It didn't take long for Mingyu to spot you staring right at him. He smirked smugly when he noticed. Every time you passed by him at those award shows wearing the most sinful outfits, he would eat you up with his eyes, even though your oblivious ass didn’t notice. More than once he caught himself biting his lip, forcing himself to stay put—when all he wanted was to get up and pin you against the wall.

Well, now there was no stopping him.

Mingyu winked and waved, leaning towards Seungcheol to whisper a quick "be right back" before making his way towards you.

He approached with a smirk, supporting his hand on the wall right next to your head as he leaned down to speak through the loud music. "Hey, didn't expect to see you here." Mingyu was no fool flexing his arm like that so close to your face.

You bit the straw between your teeth as you let your gaze linger on his biceps for a second too long before meeting his eyes. "Didn't expect to see you either, but here we are."

Mingyu's smirk grew at that, enjoying your flirty tone. He leaned in even further to talk directly into your ear. "And what's a pretty boy like you doing here all by himself, hm?" The sound of his manly voice sent chills down your body and your stomach flipped. But you had to keep yourself together.

"Well, it turns out I was abandoned here by my friend. Hadn't you seen me, I would've been on my way out," you tilted your head slightly, eyes travelling down Mingyu’s neck and chest shamelessly.

"Good thing I came in time, huh? I can finally get to chat with you alone," he said, putting his finger under your chin and raising your head to meet his eyes once again. Somehow, it was easy to keep eye contact with him. It felt like you were both already intimate despite never getting to bond before.

The two of you chatted for a few minutes, talking about everything and nothing as the air between your bodies grew thicker. The conversation never felt boring, with jokes being thrown here and there and flirtatious remarks coming out in every sentence. For a moment, you forgot you were in a club filled with other people.

You heard the music in the background getting louder and watched as Mingyu leaned in once again to speak up against your ear. You could feel the heat from his body as he placed his hands on each side of your hips, making you feel oddly secure.

Closer I get

You placed your own free hand on his shoulder and made sure to breathe into his ear before continuing with whatever topic you were discussing. You threw compliments at each other’s latest releases and Mingyu couldn’t help but let you know how attractive he thought you looked each time he saw you on stage. There was no awkwardness between you two.

Can you resist?

His eyes were full of luxury as you both got increasingly flirty and daring with your comments about each other’s looks. You felt his thumb draw circles softly on your skin as he held you by the hips and that’s when you realized you hadn’t even noticed he got himself under the fabric of your shirt.

It’s relentless

It’s why

The music only helped increase the tension between the two of you as he looked into your eyes intensely, stripping you naked in his mind. As if on cue, Mingyu crashed his lips on yours at the drop of the beat.

I, I, I wanna feel, feel, feel

Wanna taste, taste, taste

Wanna get you going

Careless, you dropped the can in your hand to the ground before placing your fingers on his nape, pulling him closer into the heated kiss.

I, I, I wanna lay, lay, lay

Wanna string, string, string

Wanna make you mine

You felt Mingyu inhale deeply into the kiss before moving one of his hands to your nape too, pressing his face into yours as close as he could. His wet tongue fought its way into your hot mouth and you couldn’t help but moan at it. You tasted him in your own tongue and the feeling of him inside your mouth sent you through the stars.

Mingyu’s hands couldn’t stay still after a while, soon they were running down your back to squeeze your ass and press your hips against his. You whimpered into his mouth when you felt his hardening bulge press up against you and suddenly you felt yourself desperate to tear all his clothes off right then and there.

Your hands started roaming as well, feeling up Mingyu’s toned arms and back muscles as you tried to remind yourself you were still in public. Not tearing apart Mingyu’s tank top right there was possibly one of the hardest tasks you’ve ever been challenged with.

Finally realizing you needed to take a breath after making out for so long, you two separated your heated mouths. “Wow,” Mingyu panted, hands on your hips keeping you in place. You smiled at him, also panting, with your arms around his neck.

It was only then that you realized the speakers were halfway through another song, meaning you had been kissing for at least a few minutes–while in your head it felt like mere seconds. You couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that it felt so natural–moreover intense and heated–as if you had been together for a while already.

Mingyu leaned in once again but, instead of connecting your lips again, he turned to whisper into your ear. “You have no idea for just how long I’ve been craving you.” He squeezed your hips slightly. You couldn’t help but smile once again. The chemistry between you two in that moment felt unreal. How could you feel so connected already?

Your response was to lean in and kiss him again. You made sure the kiss started slower than before this time, and Mingyu matched your pace perfectly. For a couple minutes you two stayed that way, taking turns slowly in tasting each other’s mouths with your tongues and nibbling each other’s lips here and there.

After a while, Mingyu broke the kiss again and started to trail kisses down your cheek and neck, where he stopped to smell and suck on softly. You moaned into his ear and feared you’d be too weak under his touch that you’d let him do anything right there. But Mingyu wasn’t crazy, of course, he worked on your neck for a few seconds and soon came back up to claim your mouth once more into another heated make out session.

You two seemed to never get enough of each other’s mouths. You sucked on his tongue once he inserted it in between your lips again and felt him moaning into your mouth. He did the same a few seconds later when your own tongue danced its way into his mouth. It truly felt like your lips belonged together with how well they fit against one another like puzzle pieces.

You two would pause for just a second to breathe before going right back in. The kissing became more erratic and intense as you felt Mingyu press his body against yours again, making sure you felt just how hard he was under his pants. You whimpered under him, letting your mind run wild with the amount of things you wish you could do to him right then but couldn’t.

For just a couple seconds, Mingyu broke off again and turned his head to look around, checking if there was anybody paying attention to you. You didn’t know what exactly he was looking for but didn’t have time to ask before he turned his head right back at you and wrapped his hand on one of your wrists. He placed your hand right on his crotch and made you squeeze it. Fuck, you mouthed under your breath. You felt his cock twitch under your palm and you couldn’t think of anything other than just how massive it seemed to be. It felt thick and long. Mingyu was hung as a fucking horse.

He looked at you with glazed eyes, yearning for you. His cock twitched again under the tight fabric of his jeans and soon you had your lips being ravished again by Mingyu’s hungry mouth. It seemed that the more you kissed, the more you needed each other. Neither of you could get enough of it.

Panting in between kisses, you two locked eyes again and smiled. “What do you say we take this to my hotel?” Mingyu asked, eyes showing a mixture of lust and passion. You shared the same glint in your eyes, wanting to touch and explore his whole body all night but also simply stay by his side and enjoy his presence. This wasn’t only physical.

“I say that’s a very good idea,” you responded, eyes locked with his as you two smiled.

Mingyu gave a sweet peck to your lips and moved away, giving you more space. You instantly missed the feeling of his body against yours. “Come with me,” he took your hand in his and guided you to the back exit of the club. The smile on your face just wouldn’t fade as you thought to yourself how that night would be the best you’d have in years.

you were at another party drinking lots of cocktails, dancing with friends and some strangers that you didn’t bother to ask for their names –then the next thing you realize is that you were inside a black van, hands tied, gagged and a black bag put loosely on your head. you shake it, violently, trying to get it out of your head and see who were these people that were kidnapping you –then something clicked, “rumors say they’re after a CEO” you remembered what your friend told you several days before, connecting the dots you say in your head ‘they weren’t targeting a ceo but a familiar.. me!’. the bag fell off of your head letting you see the responsibles of the crime, no other than fucking ATEEZ and choi fucking san was sitting beside you, his knee making contact with yours, ‘i was right he’s prettier in person’ you tought.

you remained calm, something that surprised them, you were supposed to be shaking in fear, this was indeed a powerful move to show other rich businessmen to not mess with the gang but you were not what they expected, it seems like you were amused, amazed… you’re definitely a kinda twisted individual. you studied each familiar face –that you learned after days of research, your eyes fixate especially on san –the hot hitman– his broad shoulders and big arms hugged tightly by a black tight turtleneck shirt and those fucking piercing eyes that could make anyone wet. “what?” he utters, exuding dominant energy. so fucking sexy.

the van stopped on its tracks, “he’s too calm for someone who is being kidnapped” yunho spoke, breaking the silence. “you know your fucked right?” seonghwa added and you nodded, a grin on your face, “rich boy’s a brave one i see” hongjoong said while accommodating his black leather gloves after quitting the gag on your mouth –your gaze meeting his, you chuckled, “i know how this works man. you need the money and for that you can’t kill me” you wink “my dad’s a CEO duh” you mocked, “he’s gonna pay and you all would free me so why should i be scared, trembling like some pussy bitch”. mingi glanced at his leader, “well damn” he voiced –surprised, “spoiled bitches are something else”.

san then intervened, “knowing shit doesn’t mean you're in control, little shit” his stare piercing into your soul, the atmosphere became tense. “i know” you answered him, “but i’m not the one freaking over someone not being freaked out. i thought you guys were though” he laughs but it doesn’t last long when san’s fist meets your face. “okay enough, get him inside” hongjoong commanded and hte rest followed his demand. “san you're gonna guard him until our dear daddy pay the ransom money” his grin is quite scary.

the hitman walked you towards the second floor towards the last room on the hallway, it was surprisingly luxurious to be a kidnapping site, you stood there, right in the door when suddenly san shoved you onto the bed, locking the door immediately after –he then straddles your back untying your hands, his bulge pressing against your ass, millions of thought crossing your perverted mind, to then put handcuffs on them and then locking it into the bed’s headboard.

“kinky” you voiced, teasing san, wanting a reaction for the so called cold-blooded killer – he pushed your face hard against the mattress, “keep running that mouth of yours and see what the fuck you get in return”, you couldn’t help but moan and chuckle, “hopefully something fun”, your tongue poking the inside of your cheek.

heat was increasing in the room, san stood up and went towards the door leaning against the wall, arms crossed –that fucking shirt bulging with his arm muscles. he watched you with like he was a predator and you’re a mere pray that he could devour anytime, amping up the tension of the moment. hours passed and he remained there, looking at his phone sometimes, the silence as becoming unbearable –”so boring” you shouted, the bratty side coming to the light. you started to move and change positions on the bed, making it creak. this wasn’t what you imagined your encounter with san in those wild thoughts you have since that day you saw his pic, you have become infatuated with him that it’s ridiculous at this point, you want him so bad you can’t explain it. you need to start riling him up so he gets mad at you and you get you well deserved fun, after all you also have to take advantage of the situationship.

“the fucking hitman babysitting me while the others play the big guys, i’d be mad if i were you”, “shut up” san tightened his jaw. you pulled at the handcuffs trying to get closer to san, in the process your shirt opened a little bit, letting him see a bit of your skin, “imagine being called a cold-blooded person but here you are stuck with someone who doesn't give a shit and is not scared of any of you guys” you keep tugging at the handcuffs hoping you could slide your hand through it in a desperate attempt –marks starting to appear on your wrist–.

san stormed his way towards you, grabbing you by your chin, his rough fingers cupping your cheeks, “fucking brat, it seems like you don’t know your place”, his eyebrows frowning, his eyes showing the rage inside him, a vein bulging on the side of his forehead. “you don’t know yours either, cold-blooded my ass”. “watch your mouth, i’m the one in control here and i can do whatever i want with you”. “i don’t want to” you retorted –your faces just a few centimeters apart, san chuckled darkly, “last warning shut the fuck up” his intense stare locked on yn’s, “make me” –for a moment none of you spoke, just stares locked with each other.

then it happened, san’s lips crashing against yours, his tongue licking your lips and the inside of your mouth, exploring it –he immediately took the lead, his dominant aura kicking in– the hand that was previously on your chin is now in your throat, pressing slightly. you whimpered in the kiss, you were desperate –the thing you’ve been begging for these last days is happening, dreams come true huh?.

“let’s see if your still this bratty and cocky when i’m done with your nasty ass”, he pulls out a key from his pocket –uncuffing you, your hand is free now… but not to long since san grabbed both your wrists and pinned them above you, with just one hand. he was on top of you, his weight against you, you could felt all his muscles and the heat radiating from them, his body keeping you pinned against the mattress. “so when are you going to fuck me or you’re one of those that are all talk?”, with no effort he ripped your shirt apart, buttons flying around the room, his mouth quickly latching on your neck but he didn’t left hickeys, instead he left bite marks, “i’m ruining you for the rest of your life spoiled bitch” you whimpered, the pain turning rapidly into pleasure, your hooded eyes showing how much you were enjoying that. his free roamed everywhere around your torso –pinching nipples and then discarding your pants, kneading at the skiing of your thigh as if he’s the owner, his painfully bruising touch igniting your body on fire.

he flips you around, positioning you on all fours, he spanks your ass repeatedly leaving a stingy pain on them, it was delicious, he definitely knew how to push your buttons. “you like that?” he kept spanking you, drawing whimpers out of you, “where’s the brat from before?” he taunts you but the only thing you're focusing on right now is in his big hands abusing your ass, leaving it red. he quickly pulls down his pants and boxer, his cock sprung free from the clothed restraint, the tip in an aching red hue –leaking already– he didn’t pulled out your boxer tho, instead, he rip them open finally seeing what you’ve been hiding down there, the tight hole pulsating, clenching onto nothing. he slide a finger on it, up and down, “so desperate, if this was a pussy a bet you would be drenched, a river leaking out of it” his digit kept circling around it, with some spit to lube it. the thick and rock hard shaft rested on top of your hole, the heat of it making you clench even harder, eager to have it inside you.

“beg for it” san demanded, but yn didn’t obey instead you replied with another playful “make me”. san shook his head “tsk tsk there he is, the annoying brat” and with no warning he pushed himself balls deep, all his inches inside you at once. you choked a moan, tears pricking your eyes because of the sudden stretch, you felt as if all your energy was drained from you –your legs trembled and your tongue lolled out. san set a brutal pace, not slowing down even if you asked him too, “you begged for this, you shouldn’t ask for more than you can take”. –”fuck san i..” you swallowed your moans and your hands fisted the sheets under you while he pounds you raw and deep. he discards his turtleneck shirt, his sweaty body glistening with the dim lights of the room, his body is to die for. the top leans down and bit your shoulder, then your blades, your back –you’re like a blank canvas for him to paint–, “say my name slutty boy” he said, his dick entering you relentlessly, “let me hear how much you want this, how much you want me”. your body was a mess, surrendered at his control, he has you trembling, moaning and whimpering under him –the only things coming from your mouth are curses and choked out moans. he shifted his angle, hitting right at your sweet spot –you saw stars– his tip perfectly abusing your prostate sending waves of immense, overwhelming pleasure to your whole body.

“fuck i’m gonna cum” you uttered but san warned you, “don’t you dare to cum yet, wait until i give you my permission” he spanked hard, you nodded, biting your lower lip. you’re fighting the urge to cum but it was impossible, san was too good at what he’s doing, he knows how to fuck you good. you gritted your teeth, arched your back and did a lot of other things to avoid cumming but the orgasm is inevitable so your only choice was to do what he wanted you to do way before, “san pleasee” you started begging him to let you cum, “i need to”. “you need what? use your words bitchboy” –you panted, desperate to chase release, “let me cum please sir. fucking please”.

“look who’s being an obedient slut all of a sudden” he chuckles, “good boy” he grabbed your dick, he leaned down, his mouth right beside your ear and he whispered, “you can cum now”, with the few pumps he made on your cock you came, cum spurted all over the sheets, you rolled back your eyes. the orgasm made you clench hard on san’s dick making him cum too, “ufff fuck! your fucking milking me” he played with his nipples while his throbbing cock is being choked by your tight walls squeezing all the warm cum out of his balls. you buried your face on the mattress –eyes still rolled back– as your head went down your ass went up, a perfect position for him to bury himself even deeper, filling you up so much as you deserved it. he continued thrusting into you “i still have one more load” he flips you once again and now you're facing him, seeing the finest specimen you’ve ever seen in your life. his abs contracting with every thrust while his tits bounced at the rhythm of them, sweat of his body falling onto you, adding more to the nasty act you’re both doing right now. “i’m fucking close” his arms now placed on each side of your face, his tits right in front of you so you did what it has to be done, sucking onto them. “fuck!” he growled loudly, loving how you chewed on his nipples, leaving them all red and puffy –and sensitive too. he bottomed out, ready to dump the second load inside you accompanied with grunts.

you stayed on the mattress for some time, your ragged breath echoing in the room, “not bad for someone who doesn’t show feelings” you made a quote unquote sign with your fingers with that last word. san laughed lowly while pulling out his cum drenched cock, “fuck off bitchboy”. “you need to give me clothes, you made a mess with mine” you told him he laughs putting on the turtleneck shirt but this time you can see how he winced when the fabric touched his nipples and how they’re still hard –peeking out of the black fabric, “stay here” he said cuffing you again, and leaving the room after.

the ransom money was paid and you were now free –with a set of clothes that is ridiculously bigger than you– but you didn’t care they had the smell of san. “i’m never washing these” you said as you sniffed them, your face becoming flushed.

MONDAY

the day went on as it normally is, except that yn was notified that one of the dads would come after class to talk to him. “what did i do?” he mumbles to himself trying to remember if he did something bad but nothing comes to mind. the door opens, “hello mr. ln” it was minho, “hi sir, how’s your day going?”, “good but it could’ve been better”, he sits on the couch that was in the room, manspreading his legs right in front of yn. yn gulps –feeling nervous– “why’s that?” he asks, acting calmly, “my job has been stressing me a lot lately” he speaks, something is lace in his tone but yn can’t quite put the finger on it, “so?” curiosity getting the best out of yn. “you’re cute” he says out of nowhere leaving yn bewildered, not knowing what to do or say”.

minho stands up walking towards yn who remains sitting. he comes near him putting his hand on yn’s shoulder and the other on his cheek, his thumb grazing gently the other’s lower lip, “and i like me something cute” he winks, his thumb entering yn’s mouth to play with his tongue. “b-but mr… choi” yn tries to protest but minho denies him, “tsk tsk don’t say anything just accept it”. yn’s eyes become glassy, tears pooling on them while gagging on minho’s fingers, he was introducing yn by one inside him. “you’re quite experienced on this” he mumbles.

“don’t you have a wife mr. choi?” submissiveness taking over his body, this was too hot and sexy to not want more, “shush she doesn’t have to know” he smirks sinisterly.

yn was now kneeling in front of the couch, sucking on minho’s cock leaving it all slobbery. his tie was on yn’s neck and he uses it as a leash. “come on, you can do more than this” he pulls on the tie, gaining a choked moan out of the other’s lips. yn puts his hands on minho’s thighs to get leverage. every time minho would pull the tie harder and harder, yn was sure it would leave marks on his neck. “choke on it bitch” he mutters quite angry locking yn’s head with his thighs to make him deepthroat his cock. he left yn like that for some seconds, releasing him seconds later for him to breath, “fuck yeah look at this” he cups yn’s chin on his hand, his thumb grazing over yn’s glossy lips –coated in spit and precum– “aren’t you a pretty motherfucker?” weeping yn’s tears, “come here”.

yn was on top of his desk, sitting in a kneeling position, his assspread open for minho to rail him like the good bitch he has been. his cock hitting all the right places inside yn. his back arched thanks to the strong tug minho has on the tie, not so strong to choke him but neither so weak, just the right amount to let some oxygen go to his breath. yn felt dizzy, his brain turned into mush, “who would’ve thought this tight pussy would be so good” minho’s hand sneaking on yn’s torso to pinch one of his nipples, “tell me what you want” he demanded. seeing how yn was responsive he tugged more at the tie, his back perfectly arched, his back pressed against minho’s big and firm chest, “answer me hoe”. “C-CUMM” yn yelled, “give me.. give me cum pl-please” he was begging at this point, wanting to get over with it. “ good bitch” minho grabs yn’s head pushing it back for him to spit on his mouth and kiss him. a few sloppy thrusts later he came, his cock throbbing on yn’s ass while the latter was swallowing his feral grunts, lips locked between them, also minho tugged as harder as ever with every spurt of his spooge going inside the teacher.

he gets dressed and gets ready to leave, “who’s a good bitch” he spanks one of yn glutes making it bounce. he gets closer again towards yn introducing his thumb in the cum-coated hole while grabbing him by the neck with the other hand, his face on the right side whispering a “this is not the last time” on his ear. “see you next time mr. ln” he waves a goodbye sucking the thumb that was inside yn, his gaze was scary but sexy at the same time, like a feral animal in heat. “what just happened…” yn mutters defeated on his desk.

TUESDAY

yn was on his lunch break when the sound of a notification pulled him out of his trance, an unknown number, he opened it and looked at the picture, it was mr. wang one of the parents of his students. the message reads: *i need to talk to you*, “weird” he thought –recalling yesterday's events, his body shaking at the memory. he replied to the message, waiting eagerly for his reply, *this is the address where i work, i’ll wait for you*, seeing how the place was relatively close and he had an hour left he decided to go.

“hello mr. ln” he greets, hugging yn –his hand weirdly placed on yn’s butt. ‘just as he told us’ jackson says in his head. “take a seat please”, yn nods and obeys. “so why did you message me mr. wang?”, “oh please call me jackson, no need for formalities with me. i supposed i can call you yn?”. yn stays still for mere seconds, just staring at jackson’s open shirt –showing his defined chest. “y-yeah”.

“okay yn” he stands up, walking around his desk until he’s right behind yn, both hands placed on his shoulders. yn feels something poking at his back, “i told you to come here because..” he sighs, “you’re handsome. and i can’t help but to take a piece of you”. at this point yn realizes that jackson’s bulge is the thing poking his back –he shamelessly humps his back, putting pressure on yn’s shoulders to keep him still. “b-but sir.. y-your wife?” yn tries to reason with him not wanting to be with another married man. “i’m divorced” yn felt like the preoccupation he was carrying was lifted off of his shoulders, but still he can’t do this, or he can? after all, he's single right now.

yn’s lips wrapped taut on jackson’s thick cock, he struggled to swallow it all but nonetheless he kept on doing it, his tongue swirling on the other’s head and playing with his foreskin, the musky cologne making him feel dizzy. drool seeping out of his mouth every time he opens it to swallow more inches, like a hungry cockwhore. on occasions jackson would introduce his thumb to one side of his mouth to open it more. the top grabs yn’s head to mouthfuck him, jabbing his cock in faster thrusts that reach deep inside yn’s throat, turning it into his onahole for his own pleasure, a newly acquired sex toy for him to use whenever he wants.

yn’s ass hoped on jackson’s length, his hips rocking in circle motions while being balls deep with the other’s meat, “damn man, you’re boypussy is much more tight than i was told” slips from jackson’s mouth, “than you were told?” yn tries to question him more but jackson puts both his fingers on each side of his mouth as a way to push yn back to meet his thrusts, in consequence, fucking him harder than before. “shut up and just focus on pleasuring my cock”.

jackson’s shaft filled yn’s hole perfectly and the latter hugs it so tightly, not letting it go “fuck! you are going to rip my dick off”, he rambled, “you’re doing a good job with that hole of yours. wanna be my pocket pussy?” he’s grazing yn’s neck and torso, “what do you say?” he insisted, “being alone is boring, using my hand all day is not it you know. and your boypussy is the perfect size for me, look at it swallowing all..so naughty” he spanks yn. jackson pushes yn’s back towards his body, being a perfect position for him to move his hips slowly to pleasure yn and shower his neck with kisses and a little hickey right in the middle. “mind if i cum inside?” he asks for permission, “n-no do please. empty all your cum in me”. jackson cums, dick throbbing with every load shooted inside the other, his body jolting in pleasure while yn squirmed, feeling the warm liquid coat his insides, “so good” he whimpers, throwing his head back, tired. “i’ll lay you on the couch while i clean this mess. can’t leave my office reeking of cum and sex haha”. yn looks at his watch to see there’s only 15 minutes left, “i c-can’t i need to work”. “don’t worry i already talked with the principal and told him that you were discussing something with me so you have the afternoon free” he winked at him, who closed his eyes, falling asleep.

WEDNESDAY

“and that's all for today, students class is over”, they all cheered, gathering their backpacks to leave the classroom as soon as possible. yn did the same leaving the classroom and locking the door immediately after. he turned around to find hoseok greeting his kid – he's probably the most muscular of all the fathers. “oh hey mr. yn”, “hey mr. lee” he greeted back, “baby can you do me a favor and wait for me in my car, mom's there, i have to talk with your teacher”, the little kid nodded running to met with her mom.

‘the fucking talk, why all of them say the same shit”, at this point yn was suspecting something was happening with all of them, it's strange that three of them come here to talk to him back to back with two of them ending fucking his brains out. “i'm sorry i have to go to the restroom” he walks past him but is followed by the big man. yn enters a stall and waits there to see if the dad would enter the restroom too –and he did. “mr. yn don't be like that” he loosely unties the knot of his tie and discards his jacket, wearing only the white button shirt underneath that hugs his muscular body so well that if he flexes it would probably rip. “i don't have much time left, get out of there”. “i'm pissing” yn replies quickly. hoseok frowns waiting until the other is done with his necessities, that were obviously fake because not a single sound was heard.

the heat started to get unbearable for both, more for yn who was inside the stall, “fuck!” he pushes the door open just to find the other man shirtless, using the white shirt as a fan to cool himself down, sweat beads caressing his toned torso and firm big pecs. ‘like what you see?” he mutters seeing how yn just stood there with his mouth agape, “do something about it then”. it was like something else possessed him, yn threw himself towards hoseok, latching his lips on his nipples. “why were you playing hard to get. we both know you like getting dicked down by married men”, yn looks at him with doe eyes, shaking his head in a no motion. “no need to lie with me” he grabs the back of yn's head to push him harder against his chest, “don't stop until they're red and hard” yn nodded, using his other hand to knead on the other peck, pinching and flicking his fingers on the other bud, that begged for attention too.

“good” hoseok praises seeing how his nipples were swollen thanks to yn's sucking. “my turn” he utters pulling down yn's pants and boxer at once, making him put a leg on the counter while the other remained stretched –touching the floor. “i'm paying back the favor with this little friend here” he blows some air towards yn's hole making it clench on nothing, “won't stop either until it's all puffy and red” he immediately buries his face in between the other's glutes. his tongue licking long stripes, circling around the tight rim of muscles, leaving it coated in thick saliva. “let's make this pretty hole slick. it need it for later” he says as he spats on it prodding his fingers on it every time to make sure some saliva coats his insides too.

the puckered hole clenched on hoseok's tongue, he takes it as a way for him to say that he wanted more than that and who was he to deny him the pleasure of feeling his length inside him. “give me your cock” yn moaned, “your tongue does wonders but i need more. also someone's waiting for you out there”. with no warning hoseok puts it in and start to thrusts immediately, “tighter than my wife's” he expresses, his hand sneaking to find yn's mouth to cover it and muffle his moans while the other remained on his hips, nails turning white due to the strong grip he has on him. same thing happening to yn, his knuckles turning white when he grabbed the counter, trying to endure the top's feral thrusts.

suddenly the phone rings, it was hoseok's wife, he makes a “shh” sign towards the mirror for yn to see and he nodded, using one of his hands to put more pressure on hoseok's hand that was already covering his mouth. “hey” he says, “are you done with the meeting? our daughter is getting bored, she wants to go home and sleep”, “yes yes honey” even though the pace of the thrust calmed down he still gave each one hard, his stiff hard cock pummeling his walls, “i'm just finishing some details with mr. ln and that's all, wait a bit more”, “okay love, i love you” to which he responds with a “love you too” hanging up. “you heard, we don't have much time left, move that ass and make me cum” he spanks him, making the bottom roll his eyes.

hoseok’s right hand placed on yn's left glute, grabbing a fistful of it, his nails buried on them –he use it as a way to make yn meet hus thrusts. “do you want my seed, mr. yn?” his breath tickling the back of yn’s flushed neck. “tell me…”, he leaned on top of yn's body, his weight and muscles pressing against him. hoseok's cock brushes yn's prostate in continuos jabs that made him cum hands-free.

“please i can't anymore” yn rolled his eyes back. “i won't stop until your filled to the brim with my seed”, hoseok pushes yn's head against the mirror, his breath making the reflective surface become foggy with drool spilling on it. hoseok finally grunted like a wild animal, his hips pistoning against yn's ass with every rope of cum he shooted inside the other. “fuck yeah. that's what i'm talking about” both hands gripping hard on each side of yn's hips, his body finishing to ride his high –dick still buried inside yn. “come here” he turns yn's head towards him to kiss him, “this won't be our last time” he slaps his cheek lightly but then spanks him hard on the ass, the sound echoing in the empty place, his red handprint starting to appear on it. he stayed on the bathroom counter, sighing and trying to regain some strenght.

THURSDAY

yn was walking outside the kindergarten, when he crossed the entrance minhyuk was there, back against the wall with his kid on the side, “hey” he said. yn turns his head to his side to see him there. minhyuk hands him a card with the name of a motel on it, “6 PM” he was about to leave but yn stops him, looking at him confused, “what?”.

“what what?” minhyuk retorts, annoyed, “why do you give me this?” –yn asks confused. minhyuk sends his kid to enter his car, “don't act confused” he laughs “you're that type of whores who loves to act like they're not but walk around with a gaping hole dripping with cum”. “pardon me?” yn starts to get annoyed but then his face turn pale when minhyuk shows him his phone, in the screen was a video of him being fucked by hoseok on the bathroom, “how did you get that?” he tried to snatch his phone but failed, “if you want me to delete it go to that place, 6 PM, room 13, we're gonna have so much fun” he grabs his bulge in front of him, “it's big, how whores like you like it” he winks and leaves. yn stood there not knowing what to do, then unexpectedly a quite scary grin appears, his face turning dark and serious “if you wanted to fuck just say it dammit. these dilfs would become my perdition” his face turning red, legs pressed together trying to hide a growing erection “dreams come true indeed” he laughs to himself walking towards his house, quite catching what was happening with the dads and him.

“it’s too obvious they’re all somehow connected to this, i mean they’re friends after all… might be some type of challenge their horny asses made” yn hisses at his phone, on the other side of the line was jungwoo, hearing his friend’s fuckventures. “so what are you going to do about it?. are you going to report them or something?”. “nah man, it’s a game i can play too” he laughs, “i get my fun now then i’ll see what to do”. “don’t get your slutty ass into trouble yn” jungwoo warns but the other shrugs, “don’t worry jungwoooo” he slurs the last vowel –gaining an annoyed scowl from him who just hung up the phone.

he knocks on the door, standing outside room 13 waiting for it to be opened. seconds later the door creaks open, there was minhyuk with just a rob on, no signs of underwear either, applying some body oil on his chiseled abs and huge pecs, the dim light of the room making them shine. “come in” he yanks yn and throws towards the bed, “let’s see what are you made of” he expresses.

sex toys were scattered around yn’s handcuffed and blindfolded form –each hand on each side of the bedpost– legs spreaded open wide with his hole being teased with a pink dildo with some textures on its shaft, minhyuk pours some lube directly on yn’s hole and introduces his digits one at first and then two –moving them in a scissoring motion, trying to stretch him. after a considerable amount of fingering –or so he thought– minhyuk pushes the tip of the dildo inside the other, eliciting a moan from him. the texture of it scrapping yn’s insides, a sensation he has never felt before, “are you enjoying it?” minhyuk asks but not a single word comes out of the other’s mouth, just moans that he tries to swallow, not letting the other know if he was enjoying it or not. “a bit bratty hmm?” his hand picks up the pace, pushing in and out the texture dildo with a lot of speed. yn’s body spasmed in pleasure, he tried to press together his thighs but minhyuk –way stronger than him,didn’t let him do that, “you should've responded before when i asked you. bad boys deserved to be punished”.

suddenly the older stopped with the merciless thrusts, drool coming out of yn’s open mouth –his mind racing with thoughts of what was going to happen next, was he going to be rougher?, another toy?. he feels something wrapping around his dick it was… tape and what he felt like a solid object with a stretched ovoid shape, then something similar is pushed inside him, then the dildo again is put inside. “what are you doi-” a sudden shock turned yn into a moaning mess –his dick and hole were being stimulated at the same time with vibrators. guttural moans and whimpers filled the room, “yeah? that’s what i like when bitches are very vocal while getting railed”, his hard cock forming a tent on the rob, eager to taste that hole, it was leaking incredible beads of precumm, guess he’s not able to ‘practice’ this with a lot of people… maybe he has found his perfect match?.

he pumped his dick while staring at yn, seeing his form squirm in pleasurable pain makes him lick his lips, he felt so good right now that if keeps jerking off he surely would explode and make a mess of cum in the room. the vibration were at the maximum setting, yn can’t form a single word, feeling overstimulated –his brain fogged with lust.

then the vibrations stopped but as soon as it did yn’s dick spurted big ropes of cum painting his torso and even parts of his face, “you can deny all you want but your body says the truth, you’re enjoying this” minhyuk murmurs. pulling out the vibrators he then introduces a set of anal beads, each of the balls swallowed by the gaping hole until it’s only the pullin cord left outside, yn was getting ready for him to pull it out all by once but nothing happened –until he just feels minhyuk ramming his dick inside the already stuffed hole, the tip of his dick pushing further and further the beads, slicking them in precum. “y-you are a psy…psycho” yn manages to speak again, “fu…cking sadist”. minhyuk laughs tsking, “but you love it, don’t you?”.

his hips never stopped pistoning into yn’s hole, it grips on the thick shaft tightly as if in doing so it would milk him quickly, but minhyuk was a beast not only for his well-defined body but because he has a lot of stamina so he can lasts hours on bed. this was a problem for him because he barely met people who can match his lustful nights but he’s seeing that yn is holding on good –a good sign. his hips moved on their own at this point, focused only on the pleasure yn was giving him. the top uncuffed yn but with his left hand he hold ‘em together pushing them above yn’s head while with the other he removed the blindfold. yn’s eyes glassy and red, tears smeared around them, he wiped them –whispering a quiet beautiful proceeding to kiss him.

his hips rocked a few times more until his cum flooded the stuffed hole of the other, minhyuk pulls out –his shaft covered in thickish cum— he spreaded yn’s legs to see him pushing out the beads by himself one by one, with the help of the cum acting as a lube that helped them slip out easily. “looking at this gaping boypussy squirting these balls and my cum made me so horny again”. minhyuk pulls out the remaining beads and quickly puts his dick inside again, jabbing his dick quickly. oh boy this is going to be a long night for yn.

FRIDAY

“it’s so late and daddy isn’t coming” the little kid said with a bored expression, he was standing out og the gates beside yn –her father was supposed to be there to pick her up and take her home, 20 minutes later and he was nowhere to be found. “where do you live?” yn asks her. “it’s like very far away from here” she sighs and then told him by singing a little song, “my mommy said that if i ever get lost i could remember our address by singing this song”. “cute. you did so well” yn compliments her, “i’ll take you home then”. yn and the kid took a bus that passed near their neighbourhood. “i wonder why daddy didn’t came for me” she says with a sad pout, “he’s maybe just too busy” yn responds, “oh right, let me call him” yn takes the phone out of his pocket, searching on his contacts the name hyunwoo.

“hello?” yn speaks, his greeting being answered on the other side of the line, “sorry mr. hyunwoo i’m yn, your daughter’s teacher”. “yeah i know” he answers, “tell her i’m already near the kindergarten, i lost the track of time due to my work”. “don’t worry mr. son, i took a bus with her and we’re heading home now. she was just eager to see her mom so i decided to help her get home, sorry” yn mumbles that last word. “ooh it’s okay then, i’m going towards there right now. tell her i’m very very sorry that this won't happen again… tell her i love her so much”, “i’ll do it don’t worry”, he hangs up and proceeds to communicate hyunwoo’s words to her daughter, her mood lifting a bit after hearing it. they got out of the bus and walked towards her house –grabbing their hands, she’s jumpin’ happily while yn looks around, stunned to see such big houses with pretty gardens and bushes it’s like a neighbourhood that came out of a luxurious tv show, “so beautiful” he exclaims, amazed by it…

minutes later hyunwoo arrives at home, apologizing to his wife and daughter and offering yn to take him home, as a token of gratitude. the ride was silent until hyunwoo decided to break the silence, “you know i’ve been hearing things about you”, he looked to see any reaction out of yn but he didn’t move, nothing –he wasn’t fazed at all. it’s weird hyunwoo thinks, he should’ve said or done something, he’s not nervous… it’s like he doesn’t care at all.

“if you want to fuck me just say it. there’s no need for all that foreplay act” yn bluntly says. hyunwoo eyebrows arched in surprise –he thought this was going to be hard but it isn’t. yn knew that this was coming, he has been fucked these part four days by his student’s fathers, there’s obviously some messed up shit tangled on this events, and he just accepted it –it’s a win for him at the end of the day.

hyunwoo gripped the steering wheel tightly with one hand, while the other found it’s way to yn’s thigh, “okay” he gripped it tightly too. he drives near a secluded area, turning off the engine of the car –he pulls a lever that made yn’s eat to lean back, he swiftly undoes the seat belt and then pins his hands above his head, “prep’d already or do i just put it in?” he asks. “your friends have been prepping this hole these past days for you to use… i think you can just put it in. appreciate it if it’s lubed tho”. “backseat, now!” hyunwoo demands.

hyunwoo undoes his buttoned up shirt, letting yn see his chiseled body and huge pecs –”oh god” yn utters, kneading the chest muscles, grabbing a fistful of them and laying with the nipples, all meanwhile hyunwoo pulls out his pants and slicks his cock with saliva. he unzips yn’s trousers and pulls them down, along with his underwear, his big fingers grazing the skin of his ass and circling them around his hole, that pulsates with every touch. their mouths clashed, the kiss was rough, teeth clashing as hyunwoo takes the lead, his hand roaming under yn’s shirt while the other fingerfucked him – three fingers inside, moving in a scissoring motion, showing that he indeed didn’t need to prep him. the scent of hyunwoo’s manly musk plus the mix of sweat and leather filled the car, the windows became foggy thanks to it. inch by inch hyunwoo’s cock went inside yn, he also nipped at his neck leaving some little marks on it –yn whined, he was already missing the sensation of having a cock up his ass but thankfully hyunwoo was pleasing him right now.

hyunwoo thrusts hard –causing the car to move– hyunwoo’s full weight pressed against yn, folded in a mating press. the back seat’s leather slicked in their sweat, making the surface sloppy, their bodies flushed against each other, fulfilling their questionable pleasures. hyunwoo wasn’t gentle, he was fucking him like it was a primal instinct, raw and rough, his big and veiny arms positioned on each side of yn, caging him while his hips didn’t stopped jabbing at his hole, he would stop some times to spit more on his shaft and slick yn’s hole in the process too –same spit tha would come out of his ass every time the top pulls out, causing a pool of it to form on the seat, the cycle repeating again with hyunwoo spitting once again.

yn melted, his heart racing, craving every single caress and word from hyunwoo. he fucks rough but there’s a tenderness hidden on his caresses, the way his hands moves and touches every inch of the bottom’s body is completely different on what he does down there. his thumb circled around both of yn’s sensitive nipples, mouths never leaving each other –they spent the whole time kissing, hyunwoo’s tongue did wonders inside yn’s mouth, his lips felt like heaven when they’re pressed on yn’s skin. hyunwoo made sure to bury his cock deep every time he goes inside, yn felt cockdrunked, begging hyunwoo to go harder, deeper, rougher.

windows foggy with hand prints, seats drenched in sweat filling the car with musk of sex. hyunwoo bottomed out one last time, balls deep before flooding yn with his thick spooge, a loud growl accompanied with curses and moans rumbled on yn's ears –it surprised him how vocal he was while cumming. “fuck that was something!” he spoke after riding his high, his cock slipping out with a pop sound, he then fingerfucked the cum back inside “make sure to not waste a single drop. don't know when's gonna be the next time”, he grins.

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“how’s the job going?. is it good?” jungwoo spoke to his friend, on the other side of the call, yn answered –weirdly “hmm.. yeah it is hngh!… i-ahhh i'm enjoying it” he managed to mutter. “are you ok, yn?” worry laced on jungwoo's tone, “i am, just… i stubbed my toe and hurts like… hell”.

jungwoo chuckles, “silly yn tsk tsk. be careful next time” he hangs up shaking his head playfully “so clumsy” he murmurs.

yn hangs up too, saliva dripping on the phone's screen, “good boy, you did so well” jackson praised, “you deserve another one” he then proceeds to put his cock near yn's mouth that was already being filled with hoseok's. “we're so lucky to finally meet a whore that can handle us all. he has such a hungry pussy and mouth” minhyuk uttered, his cock pummeling its way inside yn's ass along with minho's.

as morning breaks, the storage closet transforms. sunlight pours in through the few high windows, casting a warm glow on the space. the air is filled with the sweet sounds of birds chirping and crickets falling silent, a serene contrast to the chaos that has unfolded.

one by one, the group stirs, each person slowly rising to sit across the room in contemplative silence. the weight of the past few hours hangs heavy, as they process the loss of loved ones and the turmoil that has brought them to this place. but amidst the somber stillness, one figure remains motionless. you lie sleeping underneath a chair, wrapped in the gentle protection of onjo's sweater. your face is turned away from the windows, away from the world outside, as if seeking refuge from the pain and exhaustion that has consumed you.

in this moment, sleep is a welcome respite, a fleeting escape from the overwhelming emotions that threaten to engulf you. and as you rest, you can't help but feel a sense of resignation, a tempting desire to simply stay hidden away in this storage closet forever, shielded from the uncertainty and heartache that lies beyond.

onjo sits vigilantly beside you, her presence a gentle comfort as she watches over your slumber. she feels an overwhelming urge to care for you, to shield you from the world and its cruelties. her eyes soften as she gazes at your peaceful form, her heart filled with a deep affection for you and cheongsan, who sits quietly to her right.

as she looks at you, she's reminded of a young deer, vulnerable and alone, struggling to find its footing in a vast and unpredictable world. your tired, fragile appearance evokes a strong maternal instinct in her, and she feels a deep desire to protect and nurture you, to help you find your strength and resilience in the face of adversity.

wujin turns to his sister, his voice laced with concern, "noona, you didn't fail in the preliminaries, did you?" he asks, his eyes searching for reassurance. his sister hesitates, her gaze drifting away as she responds slowly, "no, i did really well." her voice is measured, but the lack of conviction is notiecable. wujin's curiosity is piqued, and he presses for more information, his tone gentle but insistent. "well, then what happened? why did you come back to the school if you won?" he senses that something is amiss, and his doubts begin to simmer just below the surface.

mijin, sensing the unease, intervenes with a light, conversational tone. "you're her brother?" she asks, sitting up a bit straighter, her interest piqued. wujin nods, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern, "yeah, i am."

mijin's face glows with pride as she gazes at hari, a smug smile spreading across her features. "you should know then that she got a perfect score, so she made it to the nationals," she reveals, her voice dripping with satisfaction. she adds a casual remark, "i saw her," to lend an air of authenticity to her statement.

wujin's eyes widen in awe as he turns back to his sister, a bright smile illuminating his face. "really?" he asks, his excitement palpable. "no way. you're really in nationals? does mom and dad know?" he presses, sitting up even straighter, his enthusiasm bubbling over.

however mijin's sarcastic tone quickly deflates his excitement. "gosh, you rascal, how could they know now? look around," she scoffs, her words a harsh reminder of their current circumstances. wujin's eyes dart away, his face flushing with embarrassment at his oversight. cheongsan's gentle reprimand interrupts the exchange, "hey guys, quiet down. y/n's still sleeping." wujin nods, chastened, and turns back to his sister, ready to ask another question, but mijin catches his eye, a warning glint in her own.

mijin's expression turns stern, her voice tinged with a mix of disappointment and amusement. "yah, she jumped out of the archery bus and ran to the school to find you. you little..." she trails off, smacking her lips in a gesture reminiscent of a disapproving aunt.

wujin's face contorts in disgust as mijin continues, her gaze drifting to hari, who remains lost in thought. "you be good to her," mijin instructs, her tone softening slightly. she pauses, a hint of pride creeping into her voice. "...and to me too." her eyes sparkle with amusement as she looks away, a subtle smile playing on her lips. wujin attempts to whisper to his sister, his voice barely audible as he tries to convey his confusion. "who is she and why does she keep talking for you?" his words are laced with a mix of curiosity and annoyance, but mijin's sharp ears pick up on the hushed conversation, her gaze flicking back to wujin with a knowing glint.

hari's gaze shifts to mijin, a faint smile playing on her lips. "she's my friend," she says, her voice soft and gentle. mijin's heart skips a beat as she processes hari's words, a thrill of excitement coursing through her veins. "yeah, we're... fucking besties," mijin agrees, her tone shy and hesitant, but her eyes sparkling with delight. wujin's reaction is immediate, his face contorting in distaste as he looks away, clearly uncomfortable with the exchange.

his gaze falls on daesu, who stands before them, a solemn expression etched on his face. wujin's eyes widen in surprise, and he mutters, "shit, you scared me." daesu's presence is unexpected, and wujin's words hang in the air as daesu prepares to speak, his expression somber and serious.

daesu clears his throat and looks down at his feet awkwardly. “i..” he trails off. “..you?” mijin tries to help him finish his sentence.

daesu's words tumble out in a rush, his voice barely above a whisper. "i think you're the perfect girl," he confesses, his chest rising with a deep breath, as if he's been holding the sentiment inside for far too long.

wujin's eyes dart between his friend, his sister, and back again, his expression a mix of shock and incredulity. "you freak..." he whispers, his voice laced with disbelief. the room falls silent, with all eyes fixed on the unfolding scene, except for two people - suhyeok and you.

suhyeok's gaze is captivated by your shoes, which lie neatly on top of each other, a testament to your orderly nature, even in rest. he sits transfixed, his eyes drinking in the sight of your belongings, his presence drawn to yours, even as you sleep. without drawing attention to himself, he subtly shifts his position, inching closer to your shoes, and by extension, to you. though he doesn't touch them, he feels a sense of comfort in being near, as if your presence is a soothing balm to his soul.

suhyeok's emotions are a tangled mess, a jumble of shame, regret, and self-reproach. his anger, a familiar companion for most of his life, has turned inward, and he's consumed by the memory of how he spoke to you the night before. the weight of his words hangs heavy, and he's tormented by the thought of how he treated someone as fragile yet resilient as you.

as he sits, his arms fold over his knees, and his head bows, resting on his arms. his gaze drifts upward, drinking in the sight of you, sleeping peacefully. his mind is a cacophony of recriminations, a constant, piercing criticism that echoes through his thoughts. the turmoil within him is a palpable, almost overwhelming force, as he struggles to come to terms with his actions and the emotions that drive him.

daesu's voice echoes through the room, his words tumbling out in a desperate, anguished cry. "why don't you understand? i really like you!" he shouts, his emotions raw and unbridled.

suhyeok's gaze had been fixed on you, lost in thought, but daesu's outburst snaps him back to reality. he's missed the chaos that erupted moments before, when hari's temper flared in response to daesu's confession. he's unaware of the punches and slaps that flew, or the way hari trapped daesu within a makeshift prison of metal racks, their wire mesh confines overflowing with sports balls of every shape and size.

but suhyeok's attention is riveted on you now, as your body jerks in response to daesu's sudden, ear-piercing shout. suhyeok's head snaps up, his eyes locking onto yours, his expression a mask of concern and alarm.

you stir, pulling your legs up and sliding out from underneath the chair, as the sudden shouting jolts you awake. your head darts wildly around the room, struggling to comprehend the chaos that's erupted. your eyes scan the space, drinking in the scene before you, as you try to shake off the remnants of sleep.

in your haste to stand, onjo's sweater slips off your shoulders, and you instinctively reach out to catch it, clutching it tightly to your chest. onjo and namra rush to your side, their hands extended in a calming gesture, as they try to reassure you that there's no danger.

but you're still disoriented, half-asleep, and struggling to process the mayhem that's unfolded. your gaze darts around the room, confusion etched on your face, as you try to make sense of the shouting, the commotion, and the worried expressions of those around you.

hari's voice drips with sarcasm as she turns to daesu, her eyes blazing with annoyance. "now look what you did. you woke up y/n, my dear husband," she says, her tone heavy with irony.

she lunges forward, trying to grab daesu, but he dodges and weaves, avoiding her grasp. "you attacked me first!" daesu protests, trying to reason with hari, but she's having none of it.

instead, she begins to hurl volleyballs at him, her aim true as she tries to pelt him with the balls. daesu ducks and dodges, desperate to avoid the flying projectiles as hari's anger continues to simmer, threatening to boil over at any moment.

mijin's voice is low and casual as she issues a gentle command, "yah, kid. go back to sleep." she slips her hands into her pockets, her demeanor nonchalant, as if trying to downplay the chaos that's erupted. your mind is still foggy, struggling to shake off the remnants of sleep. you nod slowly, your gaze drifting around the room in confusion. onjo seizes the opportunity, grasping the hem of your pants and gently tugging you down to sit beside her. you follow her lead, still disoriented, and settle in next to her.

meanwhile, suhyeok's eyes hold a glimmer of hope, a fleeting wish that you might glance in his direction. but even in your tired, bewildered state, your instincts don't lead you to seek him out. suhyeok's gaze lingers, a mixture of longing and resignation, as he watches you settle in beside onjo, his hopes dashed, if only for the moment.

onjo gently cradles your head in her lap, softly laying her sweater back over you. your eyelids grow heavy, and you succumb to sleep once more, the warmth and comfort of onjo's lap a soothing balm to your exhausted mind and body. the transition is seamless, and you're asleep again within mere minutes, a testament to your deep fatigue.

mijin's voice cuts through the din, her tone detached as she ignores the ongoing commotion between hari and daesu. "gosh, i never thought i'd see that brat again," she remarks, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes.

hroryeong's curiosity is piqued, and she asks, "you know y/n?" her confusion evident, as she tries to piece together the connection between mijin and you. mijin's response is smooth, a subtle smile playing on her lips. "yeah, we go way back," she says, the statement a blatant fabrication, but one that goes unchallenged in the moment, even by you, who slumber peacefully, oblivious to the conversation.

mijin's gaze sweeps the group, a small smirk still playing on her lips. "glad to see the guy actually has some other friends," she says, her tone laced with a hint of dry humor. the group exchanges small smiles, a sense of warmth and camaraderie evident in their expressions, as they reflect on the bonds that have formed between you and them over the past few days.

wujin's voice cuts in, a hint of smugness creeping into his tone. "y/n and i were childhood friends, actually," he says, crossing his arms over his chest, a self-satisfied smile playing on his lips. mijin's gaze lingers on wujin, her expression unreadable. after a beat, she responds, her voice measured, "oh yeah?" her tone invites wujin to elaborate, and he nods, still not meeting her gaze. "yup, spent almost every day together," wujin says, a faraway look creeping into his eyes, as if he's genuinely reminiscing about fond memories. however, the hint of smugness still lingers, suggesting that wujin might be embellishing the truth, or at least, enjoying the attention.

mijin lets out a dismissive scoff, a proud smile spreading across her face. "yeah, well, y/n and i are pretty close," she says, her voice dripping with confidence. "i mean, we're practically family. you know, he calls me noona instead of sunbae?" she adds, the claim a blatant fabrication, but one she delivers with conviction.

joonyeong and suhyeok exchange a look of annoyance, their expressions a testament to their skepticism. they return their attention to the exchange between mijin and wujin, their gazes neutral.wujin responds, a hint of smugness creeping into his tone. "i mean, that's cool, but i think since i've known him longer, i'd say we were closer." he adds a casual "just saying" to his statement, but the underlying competitiveness is palpable.

mijin's gaze snaps to wujin, her eyes narrowing into an annoyed glare. the air is thick with tension as the two engage in a silent stare-down, each attempting to outdo the other in their claims of closeness to you.

mijin's eyes narrow, her gaze piercing as she scrutinizes wujin. "that's funny," she says, her voice laced with skepticism. "last time we spoke, he told me he didn't have any friends." her tone implies that wujin's claims of a close relationship with you are dubious, at best.

wujin hesitates, his eyes darting around the room as he searches for a response. but before he can speak, mijin presses on, her words dripping with challenge. "honestly, he never even mentioned your name." the statement hangs in the air, a gauntlet thrown, as mijin awaits wujin's response.

wujin's chuckle is nervous, a forced attempt to diffuse the tension. he's clearly caught off guard by mijin's revelation, and his mind is racing to come up with a plausible explanation. the room falls silent, all eyes fixed on the exchange between mijin and wujin, as even daesu and hari pause in their argument, intrigued by the sudden drama unfolding before them.

mijin's voice rises, her anger and frustration simmering just below the surface. "actually, he said everyone was pretty much against him because he's..." she begins, her words trailing off as she meets wujin's gaze. suddenly, she realizes what she's about to reveal, and her expression freezes. she gulps, her throat constricting, before clearing her throat and looking away, her anger and frustration boiling over. "ugh, nevermind, you little brat," she mutters, her voice laced with irritation, as she scratches her cheek in frustration. the tension in the room is palpable, until cheongsan speaks up, his voice calm and soothing. "we know," he says, his eyes drifting to your peaceful form, still slumbering away. "it's not a big deal, so let's not make it one." his words are a gentle rebuke, a reminder to mijin to let the matter drop.mijin's eyebrows furrow, her eyes narrowing suspiciously as she turns to cheongsan. "you know... what?" she asks, her voice low and even, as if daring him to reveal how much he really knows.

daesu's voice is barely audible, his words whispered as if sharing a secret that's too sensitive for outsiders to hear. "he's gay," he says, his tone conspiratorial, as if the storage closet is a confessional.the room falls silent, with no one responding or reacting. joonyeong breaks the silence, giving a thumbs up, a subtle acknowledgment of daesu's revelation.

mijin's expression transforms, her suspicion giving way to a warm smile. she nods, seeming to accept the information, before sitting up, a mischievous glint in her eye. "okay, thank god," she says, chuckling to herself, "cause i wanted to ask him more questions about his love life, and it would've been hard with all you brats here."

hroryeong and onjo exchange a look, their expressions bored, before shrugging and focusing on their skirts, playing with the fabric as if seeking distraction from the conversation. their nonchalant attitude is a stark contrast to mijin's enthusiasm, and the tension in the room begins to dissipate, replaced by a sense of mundane normalcy.

suhyeok abruptly rises to his feet, his eyes fixed on the metal ball containers stacked below him. with a sudden burst of energy, he begins to kick and clang against the containers, testing their sturdiness. the loud rattling noise fills the room, causing everyone to turn their heads in unison, seeking the source of the commotion.

joonyeong is the first to react, getting up from his seat to approach suhyeok. "what's going on?" he asks, a hint of curiosity in his voice. suhyeok pauses, his chest heaving slightly, as he explains, "i was just wondering if we can move these things."

joonyeong's expression changes, a spark of understanding igniting in his eyes. he begins to think critically, his mind racing with the possibilities. he starts to envision ways to utilize the metal containers to their advantage, his gaze drifting back to suhyeok, a nod of appreciation on his face.

suhyeok's words spark a flurry of activity, as everyone rises to their feet, united in their efforts to create a makeshift shield. "we can tie all the carts in a circle, then we can use them as a shield," suhyeok explains, his idea igniting a sense of purpose in the group.

as the others begin to work together, gathering zip ties and securing the carts in a circular formation, suhyeok's gaze meets onjo's. onjo's eyes had been fixed on your sleeping form, a look of quiet contemplation on her face. suhyeok's eyes lock onto onjo's, and onjo responds with a subtle nod, as if acknowledging suhyeok's unspoken understanding.

onjo's hands gently cradle your head, her fingers stroking your hair with a soothing gentleness. the calm, peaceful atmosphere surrounding you is a stark contrast to the bustling activity around the makeshift shield. as the group works together, their movements become a blur of efficiency, united in their determination to protect and defend.

the storage room transforms into a flurry of activity, as everyone works together, pooling their resources and skills to create a formidable barrier. tool boxes and crates are raided, yielding a treasure trove of random supplies that are quickly repurposed for their defense.

joonyeong, wujin, and hroryeong scour the room, gathering an assortment of ropes, including jump-ropes, to secure the carts in place. meanwhile, cheongsan and daesu work in tandem, holding the carts together in a circular formation, as they await the ropes to tie everything together.

suhyeok, ever the climber, attempts to scale a nearby shelf, his eyes scanning the top for any equipment that might aid in their defense. his movements are agile and precise, as he searches for anything that might give them an edge.

nearby, namra, mijin, and hari engage in a heated discussion, debating the merits of adding a top section to their makeshift shield. "we should add a top part," namra suggests, "so they can't climb over." hari nods in agreement, while mijin chimes in, her voice filled with determination. "yeah, we can't let those zombies get the drop on us." the trio continues to brainstorm, their conversation flowing easily, as they work together to fortify their defenses.

the sense of harmony and cooperation is shattered in an instant, as onjo's leg jolts, startling you awake. you sit up with a jolt, your eyes scanning the room, and your ears assaulted by the sound of screaming. but it's not hari's voice that fills the air - it's mijin's.

"you piece of shit! who do you think you are?" mijin's words are venomous, her face twisted in rage, as she shoves joonyeong with all her might. suhyeok attempts to intervene, but he's no match for mijin's fury.

you leap to your feet, your voice ringing out across the room. "yah! what's going on?" you demand, your eyes scanning the scene before you. mijin's anger is still simmering, her finger jabbing accusingly at joonyeong. "ask your idiot friend," she spits, her tone dripping with malice. joonyeong's face is a mask of anger, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. wujin steps in, his voice laced with annoyance. "we shouldn't fight like this, especially not now," he says, his words a plea for calm in the midst of chaos.

suhyeok tells them both to stop but joonyeong pushes his hand away from him, “who the hell is she to tell us we have to redo it?”

mijin's expression twists in scorn, her voice dripping with venom. "your fucking nightmare, that's who!" she retorts, her anger and frustration boiling over. she attempts to take a step forward, but suhyeok once again intervenes, his body positioning itself between mijin and joonyeong.

suhyeok's voice rises, his tone firm but calm. "look, we're in this together, so let's not make it harder than it needs to be," he says, his eyes darting between mijin and joonyeong, as he strives to mediate the conflict.

your gaze falls on suhyeok, and for a moment, the tension between mijin and joonyeong fades into the background. memories of the previous night's encounter with suhyeok come flooding back, and your face flushes with a mix of desire and embarrassment. the feelings are still raw, and you're not ready to confront them. your anger and frustration serve as a convenient shield, allowing you to push those memories aside, at least for the time being.

“youre gonna die out there if you don't listen to me,” mijin sneered at joonyeong who rolled his eyes. “you think im putting it up cause i wanna die? no!” joonyeong responded back, “stop acting like you're better than us just because you're not in the same grade as us.” he huffed in annoyance at mijins fiery spirit. however mijin took that as disrespect.

the atmosphere is electric with animosity as mijin and joonyeong engage in a heated exchange. but your calm and authoritative voice cuts through the chaos, bringing the argument to an abrupt halt. "both of you stop, we can discuss this in a better way than screaming at each other," you say firmly, your words commanding attention.

the room falls silent, with all eyes on you. you notice namra's gaze fixed intently on you, her eyes having been on you the entire time. you flash her a soft smile, accompanied by a subtle smirk that only she can see. "what do we do, class president?" you ask, your voice low and gentle.

namra's expression remains serene, but she raises her head slightly, her eyes locked on yours. "we'll vote on it," she declares, her voice clear and decisive. the room remains silent for a moment, before namra instructs everyone to gather around, her words sparking a sense of anticipation and expectation.

you position yourself beside cheongsan and mijin, leaning casually against the cart as namra begins to outline the options. "one, we split up," she says, her voice clear and concise. but instead of sparking a debate, her words are met with an uncomfortable silence. no one raises their hand, the reluctance to split up palpable in the air.

namra's expression remains neutral, her eyes scanning the group as she continues. "two, we stick together," she says, and this time, the response is overwhelmingly in favor. one by one, hands begin to rise, some more hesitant than others. the consensus is clear: sticking together is the preferred option, and the group's collective relief is almost tangible.

namra's voice is calm and authoritative as she announces, "alright, that means we are staying together." but before she can continue, daesu and mijin's disagreement threatens to boil over into a full-blown argument. you intervene, firmly telling them to "shut up and listen." they both reluctantly comply, their faces still stormy with discontent. namra seizes the opportunity to press on, her voice steady. "anyways, one, we make the outside higher." joonyeong's hand shoots up first, followed by suhyeok, onjo, and cheongsan. you hesitate, weighing your options, and just as you're about to raise your hand, mijin's death stare freezes you in place. you flash her a small, conciliatory smile before lowering your hand.

but you're not willing to abandon your opinion entirely. when mijin's attention is diverted, you slyly mouth to namra, "count me too." it's a subtle gesture, one that allows you to register your support without openly defying mijin's glare. namra's eyes flicker to yours, a hint of understanding in their depths, before she continues with the discussion.

namra's voice continues, steady and clear, as she presents the second option. "two, we fold the lids to make a box." mijin's hand springs up instantly, followed by hroryeong, wujin, and hari. mijin's eyes dart to you, expecting to see your hand raised in agreement. but your hand remains still, and you deliberately avoid her gaze, pretending to focus on something else.

mijin's reaction is immediate and intense. she mutters a curse under her breath before elbowing you sharply on your injured arm. the pain is sudden and intense, and you can't help but groan in response. but despite the discomfort, you lift your other arm in a show of solidarity with mijin, though you carefully shake your head at namra, indicating that you don't actually support the second option. the gesture is a delicate balancing act, one that aims to placate mijin's temper without compromising your own opinions.

namra's announcement is met with a mixture of reactions. "majority votes for option one. we'll be building the barricade higher," she declares, her voice firm and decisive. some members of the group rejoice, seemingly pleased with the outcome, while others remain stoic.

mijin, however, speaks up, her voice tinged with a hint of challenge. "what about your vote?" she asks, her eyes fixed intently on namra. the question hangs in the air, implying that namra's own vote might have swung the decision in a particular direction. the group's attention is now focused on namra, awaiting her response to mijin's inquiry.

namra's blank stare speaks volumes before she finally announces, "i go with one." the decision is met with a mixture of reactions, but mijin's disappointment is palpable. she lets out a curse under her breath, clearly unhappy about losing the vote.

you try to offer some comfort, patting her back as everyone starts to build the shield. "hey, if you ever get mad again, just know i was on your side," you whisper with a small smile. but mijin isn't buying it - she knows you're lying, and she gives you a small glare to prove it. "you moron, this is what i get from treating you so well?" she says, hopping off the cart and motioning for you to help her drill the boards to the carts. despite the tension, you can't help but notice the way mijin's eyes sparkle with annoyance, and you can't help but feel a twinge of amusement at the situation.

"hurry up," you say, following mijin with a small smile. you're trying not to laugh at how adorable she is when she's sulking. it's been a whirlwind few days, and to say you've built a lot of things is a massive understatement. you've been pushed to your limits, and your skills have been put to the test.

as you work alongside mijin, you can't help but think about the future. once this ordeal is over, you're going to have a slew of new skills to add to your resume. you're not sure what kind of job you'll be applying for, but you're confident that your experiences will make you a strong candidate. the thought is a comforting one, and it gives you the motivation to keep going, even in the face of adversity.

as you kneel down to drill the wood panels, mijin holds them in place, her hands steady and firm. your focus is solely on the task at hand, the sound of the drill filling the air. around you, the others are working on different aspects of the barricade. namra is carefully holding down a nail that will secure a makeshift mattress to the metal cart's pole, while suhyeok is supposed to be attaching a zip tie to hold it in place.

but suhyeok's attention is elsewhere, his gaze drifting across the room to settle on you. he's noticed little things about you as he's spent more time with you, like the way you react to mijin's teasing. she calls you a moron, and you don't bat an eye, but when myungwhan used to say the same thing, you'd get defensive. suhyeok's observations are subtle, but they reveal a deeper understanding of your personality and dynamics within the group.

suhyeok's observations of you have given him a glimpse into your emotional intelligence. he's realized that you're able to distinguish between people who are genuinely trying to hurt you and those who are simply joking around. it's a subtle but important distinction, and one that speaks to your ability to navigate complex social dynamics.

just as suhyeok is lost in thought, namra's soft voice breaks the spell. "staring isn't going to help us get done faster," she says, her tone gentle but pointed. suhyeok's head snaps towards her, his expression a picture of innocence. he blinks slowly, his eyes wide with feigned nonchalance. for a moment, suhyeok tries to come up with an explanation for his behavior, but he quickly thinks better of it. instead, he focuses on tying down the zip tie, his movements sudden and deliberate. it's clear that he's trying to avoid an unwanted conversation, and he's willing to do whatever it takes to steer the focus back to the task at hand.

namra's gaze lingers on suhyeok for a moment, her eyes sparkling with a hint of amusement. she seems to sense that there's more to suhyeok's behavior than meets the eye. slowly, she looks around the room, taking in the sights and sounds of the group's industrious efforts.

her eyes scan the space, lingering on mijin and you as you work together, before moving on to joonyeong and the others. finally, her gaze comes back to rest on suhyeok, who's still intently focused on securing the zip tie. namra's voice is low and casual as she asks, "suhyeok, do you... like y/n?" her words are dropped like a stone into a still pond, causing ripples of tension to spread through the air. suhyeok's hands freeze, the zip tie momentarily forgotten, as he struggles to come up with a response. suhyeok's ears turn a brilliant shade of red as namra's question hangs in the air. he's frozen in place, his body as still as a statue, as he struggles to process his emotions. it's clear that he's unsure of how to respond, and the silence that follows namra's question is oppressive.

just as it seems like suhyeok is about to implode from embarrassment, daesu ambles over, a look of annoyance on his face. "hey, suhyeok, can we switch?" he asks, patting suhyeok on the back. "wujin keeps yelling at me, and i'm getting tired of it." daesu's interruption is a welcome distraction, and suhyeok's frozen state begins to thaw. he blinks slowly, his eyes darting towards daesu as he tries to process the sudden change in conversation. namra's question is left hanging, unanswered, as the group's attention shifts to daesu's complaint.

wujin stands up from his kneeling position, a look of exasperation on his face. "he's always complaining that he's hungry," wujin says, his voice tinged with frustration. "i'm trying to focus on getting this done, and all he can think about is his stomach."

daesu shoots back, "hey, i'm starving! we've been working for hours, and i haven't eaten anything since..." he looks around the group, hoping to garner some sympathy, but wujin just rolls his eyes. "you're always hungry, daesu," wujin says, shaking his head. "it's like you have a bottomless pit for a stomach." the group chuckles at wujin's comment, and the tension is momentarily broken. suhyeok, still looking a bit flustered from namra's earlier question, takes a deep breath and tries to compose himself. as the sound of your drill momentarily stops, cheongsan suddenly speaks up, his voice low and barely audible. he mutters something underneath his breath, and you strain to catch the words. at first, you're not sure what he said, but then you pick up on a single word that makes your ears perk up: "chocolate". you're not sure what cheongsan is talking about, or why he's mentioning chocolate out of the blue. but the word itself is enough to spark a sudden craving within you. you can't help but wonder if there's any chocolate to be found in their current surroundings, or if cheongsan is just taunting you with the mention of it.

as everyone turns towards cheongsan, they're met with a surprising sight: he's holding an unopened chocolate bar in his hand. the room falls silent for a moment, before suddenly erupting into a flurry of activity. people start gathering around cheongsan, their eyes fixed greedily on the chocolate bar.

you can't help but be drawn in, your curiosity getting the better of you. daesu is the first to make a move, quickly snatching the chocolate bar out of cheongsan's hand. "let me see," he says, examining the package with a critical eye.

after a moment, daesu looks up, a hint of disappointment on his face. "it's expired," he announces, as if that's the final nail in the coffin. but suhyeok is undeterred. "who cares?" he says, a mischievous glint in his eye. "we can still eat it."the room falls silent again, as everyone considers suhyeok's words. then, slowly, a murmur of agreement starts to build. "we can take small bites," someone suggests. "just to calm our hunger a bit."

the discussion quickly gains momentum, with everyone chiming in with their opinions. it's clear that the prospect of sharing the chocolate bar is a tantalizing one, and no one wants to miss out.

the group forms a circle, the chocolate bar placed in the center. one by one, each person takes a small bite, savoring the sweet, rich flavor before passing it on to the next person. as the chocolate bar continues to make its way around the circle, you find yourself standing between suhyeok and cheongsan. you can't help but stare at the chocolate, your eyes fixed on the decreasing size of the bar. with each passing bite, your mouth waters more and more, and you can feel your hunger pangs growing stronger.

the chocolate bar is getting smaller and smaller, and you can feel a sense of urgency building up inside you. you hope that there will be enough left for everyone to have another bite, but as you glance around the circle, you realize that might not be the case.

as suhyeok brings the chocolate bar up to his mouth, you're completely entranced, your eyes fixed on the sweet treat. but as he pauses, his gaze meeting yours, you realize that you're staring directly at him, your eyes locked on his lips. the air seems to freeze around you, and for a moment, it's as if time has stopped. suhyeok's eyes narrow slightly, his expression unreadable, as he takes in the sight of you staring up at him with an unguarded intensity. your eyes, wide and unblinking, seem to be begging for something, and suhyeok's gaze lingers on yours, his face inches from yours. for a moment, it's as if the entire room has melted away, leaving only the two of you, suspended in a moment of charged anticipation.

the room falls silent, with everyone staring at suhyeok and you with a mixture of confusion and awkwardness. it's as if they're all waiting for something to happen, but nothing does. except for namra, who seems to sense that something is off. she elbows suhyeok gently, as if to snap him out of a trance. suhyeok blinks, his expression unchanged, and looks down at the chocolate bar still clutched in his hand.

and that's when he realizes, with a flush of embarrassment, that you were never actually looking at suhyeok's face. you were still fixated on the chocolate bar, your eyes glued to the sweet treat. suhyeok's face hadn't moved, and you were just... staring at the chocolate.

suhyeok clears his throat, a faint blush rising to his cheeks. he hesitates for a moment before offering you the chocolate bar, his eyes locking onto yours with a hint of uncertainty. "here," he says, his voice a little softer than usual. "you can take a bigger bite. it'll count for both of us."

daesu's eyes widen in protest, and he lets out a dramatic whine. "hey, no way! that's not fair!" he complains, his hands on his hips. "we're supposed to be sharing equally!" the group chuckles at daesu's outburst, and suhyeok shoots him a wry glance. "it's just a little more chocolate, daesu," he says, his voice tinged with amusement. "don't be so greedy."

you take the chocolate bar from suhyeok, your fingers brushing against his as you do so. but as you're about to thank him, you suddenly remember the words he spoke to you the night before. "i'm just gonna leave you alone." the memory of those words sparks a flicker of anger within you, and you feel your expression harden.

"no thanks," you say curtly, your voice devoid of gratitude. "i'm not that hungry anymore." you quickly pass the chocolate bar on to cheongsan, who takes a bite with a look of enthusiasm. suhyeok's eyes narrow slightly, a hint of confusion and hurt flickering across his face. but you don't meet his gaze, instead turning away and focusing on the task at hand. the tension between you and suhyeok is palpable, and the group's mood seems to shift in response.

suhyeok's eyes linger on you, his expression a mixture of surprise and curiosity. he seems to be studying you, trying to read the emotions behind your actions. and then, it clicks. he realizes that you're not the same person you were before. you're not the pushover people thought you were. he can sense that you've built a wall around your heart, a high, impenetrable barrier that's guarded with military-grade weapons. and he knows that those weapons are aimed directly at him.

you walk past suhyeok, your eyes fixed on namra, who's leaning against one of the metal racks, a look of quiet observation on her face. you make your way towards her, your footsteps echoing through the room.

as you approach, namra pushes off from the rack and watches you with a concerned expression. you sit down on the floor, your back against the rack, and close your eyes, taking a deep breath. the cool air fills your lungs, and you feel a sense of calm wash over you. you can hear the muffled sounds of the others, but they seem distant, unimportant. all that matters is this moment, this breath, and the sense of peace that comes with it. namra sits down beside you, her presence a comforting silence. she doesn't say anything, doesn't try to offer words of comfort or advice. she simply sits with you, a steady, reassuring presence in a chaotic world.

as you sit there, eyes closed, focusing on your breath, you're not even aware of namra's presence beside you. you're too caught up in your own attempt to escape, to temporarily forget about the dire circumstances that surround you.

mijin sits down in front of you and namra, her eyes scanning your faces as she takes in your calm expressions. for a moment, she just looks at you, a hint of curiosity on her face. then, as if drawn in by the peaceful atmosphere, mijin closes her own eyes and takes a deep breath. she sits down, her back straight, and begins to focus on her own breathing.

the three of you sit in silence, your eyes closed, your faces serene. you look like a meditation class, with you as the instructor guiding your students through a peaceful exercise. mijin and namra seem completely absorbed in the moment, their breathing slow and steady. meanwhile, wujin whispers to joonyeong, nodding discreetly in your direction. "what's going on with them?" he asks, his voice barely audible. joonyeong looks up from his project, his eyes squinting slightly as he takes in the scene. he shrugs, his expression uninterested. "no idea," he says, his voice equally quiet. "maybe they're just really into... breathing."

wujin raises an eyebrow, but joonyeong's already gone back to his project, his focus solely on the task at hand. he's still nursing a grudge about not getting any chocolate, thanks to daesu's sneaky snacking. the memory of that injustice still rankles him, and he's not about to let some mysterious meditation session distract him from his work.

as the three of you continue to sit in silence, the rest of the group begins to take notice. daesu, still licking his fingers from the last bite of chocolate, looks over at you with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. cheongsan and suhyeok exchange a glance, their expressions unreadable.

but joonyeong remains focused on his project, his eyes fixed intently on the task at hand. wujin, on the other hand, can't seem to tear his gaze away from the three of you, his eyes fixed on your peaceful faces with a mixture of fascination and confusion.

as you sit in silence, your mind begins to wander to a different time and place. you visualize yourself sitting on the couch in your living room, surrounded by the warm and comforting familiarity of home. your father is sitting beside you, a big smile on his face as the two of you laugh together.

the memory is so vivid, so real, that you can almost feel the softness of the couch beneath you, and the warmth of your father's presence beside you. you can almost hear the sound of his laughter, deep and rich, and feel the way it makes you feel happy and safe.

but as the memory washes over you, it's followed by a wave of sadness and longing. you realize that it's been a while since you last thought about your father, and that's a painful admission. you miss him dearly, and the not knowing - not knowing if he's even alive - is a constant ache in your heart. your eyes begin to sting, and you feel a lump form in your throat. you try to push the emotions away, to focus on the calm and peacefulness of the moment. but it's hard to shake the feeling of loss and longing that's settled over you.

namra's eyes remain closed, but a subtle smile plays on her lips as she visualizes herself sitting on top of a high building. the wind blows gently, carrying warm rays of sunshine that dance across her skin. she feels carefree, unencumbered by worries or responsibilities.

in her mind's eye, she's alone at first, savoring the peace and quiet. but then, she notices a presence beside her. she doesn't need to look to know it's you. she can sense your calm energy, your quiet contemplation. as she "sees" you standing beside her, looking out at the other buildings, a soft smile spreads across her face. it's an unconscious gesture, a reflexive response to the sense of comfort and companionship she feels with you by her side. the smile lingers on her lips, a gentle, serene expression that reflects the peace and tranquility of the moment.

mijin's eyes remain closed, a subtle nod of her head the only outward sign of the vibrant scene unfolding in her mind. she visualizes herself in her own room, surrounded by the familiar comforts of home. her headphones are clamped firmly over her ears, the rich sounds of her favorite rap tracks pulsating through the speakers.

as the music washes over her, mijin starts to rap along, her lips moving silently as she mouths the words. her hands begin to gesture, weaving intricate patterns in the air as she channels the swagger and confidence of her favorite artists. the bass thumps and bumps, the vibrations resonating deep within her bones. mijin feels alive, energized by the music and the freedom of expression it brings. her entire being seems to vibrate with the rhythm, her very essence infused with the raw energy of the rap.

in this private world of sound and motion, mijin is unstoppable, a force of nature unencumbered by the worries and cares of the outside world. she's lost in the music, and the music is lost in her.

wujin walks over to the three of you, his eyes scanning your peaceful faces with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. he squats down in front of you, his voice loud and jarring as he speaks. "what's going on here?" he asks, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "are you guys having some kind of meditation party or something?" he gazes at each of you in turn, his eyes lingering on your calm expressions. "you know, i didn't realize we were in a zen monastery. i thought we were stuck in a storage closet in our school gym." wujin's words are like a splash of cold water, disrupting the peaceful atmosphere you'd managed to create. you feel a jolt of annoyance at his interruption, but you try to maintain your calm demeanor.

namra lets out a soft sigh, her eyes still closed, as if reluctant to leave the peaceful state she'd achieved. mijin, on the other hand, smacks her lips in annoyance, her eyes snapping open to glare at wujin. "men ruin everything," she mutters, her voice dripping with exasperation, as she gets to her feet. namra follows suit, her movements graceful and fluid. as she stands up, she turns to you and smiles, her eyes crinkling at the corners. it's a warm, comforting smile, and you feel a sense of solidarity with her. you take a deep breath, feeling the calmness begin to seep away, and get to your feet as well. the three of you stand there for a moment, a sense of shared understanding passing between you, before

mijin turns and walks away, namra following close behind.

wujin's face reddens as he stutters, "w-wait,!" he takes a step forward, his eyes darting between mijin and namra as he defends himself. "y/n is a man too!" he exclaims, as if that somehow justifies his behavior. just then, hroryeong walks into the conversation, a sly grin spreading across her face. "a good one!" she says, as she rolls her eyes at wujin. “the special treatment is getting out of hand..” wujin sighs defeated while going to cheongsan who patted him on the back.

you shake your head, a smile still playing on your lips, as you watch the exchange between wujin and hroryeong. your hair falls across your forehead, partially covering your eyes, and you absently brush it aside, your fingers grazing your skin.

as you move your hair, you catch a glimpse of yourself in your mind's eye, and you can't help but think that your hair must look completely flat and lifeless. you've been cooped up in this place for who knows how long, and you haven't exactly had access to a salon or even a decent hairbrush. you sigh to yourself, wondering what you must look like to the others.

as mijin swiftly changes the subject, the atmosphere shifts and everyone begins to prepare for what's to come. the room fills with the sound of rustling fabrics, clicking buckles, and the occasional grunt as people struggle to get into their gear. knee pads, chest padding, and elbow guards are all being strapped on, each person determined to be ready.

you, meanwhile, are rummaging through a box tucked away on a high shelf, your fingers searching for the perfect pair of protective gloves. as you pull out a pair of worn leather gloves, you wonder if they're from a hockey set – the padding on the palms and the reinforced fingers seem to suggest it. you quickly lace them up, tightening the straps around your wrists until they feel secure. a quick flex of your fingers confirms that you can still grasp objects without issue.

just as you're finishing up, your gaze falls upon a mysterious object tucked away between two crates. it's a thick, metal... something, and it seems to be beckoning you. without thinking, you reach in and wrap your gloved hand around it, feeling a satisfying weight to it. it's heavy, but not unmanageable. as you pull it out, you can't help but wonder what it is, and what it's used for.

as you grasp the mysterious object, you notice a white cover enveloping it, shaped like a long, slender stick. your curiosity piqued, you search for a zipper and, upon finding it, slowly unzip the cover. the sound of the zipper giving way is followed by a collective gasp as the object within is revealed: a sword.

at first glance, it's reminiscent of a fencing sword, but the blade's thickness tells a different story. as you carefully pull the sword from its cover, it emits a clear, ringing sound – a "shling" that sends shivers down your spine. you can't help but stare in awe, the sword's beauty and craftsmanship leaving you breathless.

this is undoubtedly an upgrade from the hammer, and you can't wait to try it out. your friends, equally captivated, gather around, their eyes wide with wonder. "wow!" mijin exclaims, her voice barely above a whisper.

joonyeong, meanwhile, rushes over to you, his glasses slipping down his nose as he takes in the sight of the sword. "where did you find that?" he asks, his voice filled with excitement.

daesu, not one to be left out, chimes in, "yah! see if there's one more!" but before you can respond, joonyeong speaks up, his eyes still fixed on the sword.

"there isn't another one," he says, his voice laced with a mix of disappointment and reverence. he looks up at you, his eyes shining with excitement. "do you know what this is?" he asks, but you can only shake your head, feeling a bit like a deer caught in the headlights.

joonyeong turns to the others, a sly grin spreading across his face. "this, my friends, is a damn hanwei katana." wujin and cheongsan spring to their feet, their eyes wide with astonishment. "you're telling me someone just casually stashed a limited edition katana in our school's dusty auditorium?" wujin asks incredulously, his voice dripping with skepticism. "what an idiot," he mutters under his breath, shaking his head. "that belongs in a glass case, not collecting dust in some forgotten corner of the school."

hari rolls her eyes good-naturedly at her brother's outburst, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "it's gotta be destiny that you found it here," she says, her voice filled with a sense of wonder.

joonyeong's expression turns serious as he looks at you, his eyes burning with intensity. "this is no ordinary sword," he says, his voice low and measured. "it's a powerful symbol, one that demands respect and caution."

taken aback by joonyeong's solemnity, you clear your throat before offering a awkward smile. "i guess it's about time i had some good karma," you say, trying to lighten the mood.

joonyeong's expression remains serious as he hands the sword back to you. "listen, you need to be careful if you're going to use this," he warns, his voice firm but concerned. "one wrong move, and you could slice someone's hand off." you nod soberly, feeling a sense of responsibility wash over you as you take the sword back.

you carefully slide the sword back into its cover, the sound of the zipper echoing through the air as everyone around you scrambles to arm themselves. metal baseball bats and sharp objects are distributed among the group, each person preparing to defend themselves. you tie the sword's belt around your waist, tightening it until the weight of the sword feels secure against your hip. suhyeok hands a baseball bat to cheongsan, his voice low and serious. "i'll take point, you cover our backs." cheongsan nods, his grip on the bat tightening as the group begins to form a tight circle.

metal crates are pushed into place around them, forming a makeshift barricade. mijin's voice trembles slightly as she speaks, her fear protruding. "you better be right about this,” joonyeong nods, “we've seen so many zombies already... they're not smart enough for this." joonyeong's expression remains calm, reassuring.

“lets do this!”

everything unfolded in a chaotic blur, your brain struggled to keep pace. fragmented images sear themselves into your mind: joonyeong's face contorted in agony, hroryeong's tears streaming down her face as she cowers beside you. your legs tremble beneath you, muscles screaming in protest as you push with every ounce of strength you possess. cheongsan's frantic yells echo in your ears, urging you to keep pushing, to keep fighting.

as the chaos subsided, you're left sitting in stunned silence, exhaustion washing over you like a wave. the same feeling of numbness, of detachment, that you experienced when you were trapped in that car comes flooding back. it's as if life itself has lost all meaning, leaving you feeling empty and hollow. why has this feeling returned? what triggered it? the questions swirl in your mind, but the answers remain elusive. what even happened? what is happening now.

you're lost in a world of silence, oblivious to mijin's repeated attempts to rouse you. but then, as if a switch has been flipped, your hearing suddenly returns to normal. "y/n!" mijin's voice cuts through the fog, and you turn to her in confusion. she's standing beside you, her expression a mix of concern and urgency. "cmon, we need to go," she says, trying to sound harsh but failing miserably. she knows all too well what you're going through, and her words come out laced with empathy.

you blink once, twice, and suddenly the world around you snaps into focus. you're sitting outside the gym, the bright sunlight a stark contrast to the darkness you'd faced just moments before. and then you see him - onjo's father, embracing cheongsan in a tight hug. memories come flooding back, and you recall the desperation, the feeling of being trapped. the doors had been locked, impassable... until they weren't. a man in a green bomber jacket had appeared, his face etched with the same exhaustion and terror that you felt. he'd been through the same hell, and somehow, he'd managed to unlock the doors and save you all.

you gaze down at your hands, surprised to find them steady and still. normally, they'd be shaking uncontrollably, but not today. today, they're calm, serene even. you can't help but wonder why. everyone around you seems to be trembling with fear, their eyes wide with anxiety. but you... you're numb. your gaze drifts up, past mijin, to suhyeok, who's staring down at his feet with a look of shame etched on his face. you've seen that expression before, just last night, when the two of you were arguing. the memory replays in your mind like a broken record, refusing to be silenced.

mijin's gentle tug on your arm breaks the spell, and you allow her to help you up. as you stand, you try to shake off the haze, to regain some semblance of clarity. but your mind remains foggy, refusing to cooperate.

mr. nam's concerned voice cuts through the din, "are you kids alright?" he scans the group, his eyes lingering on each of you before moving on. when his gaze falls on you, it pauses, and you sense a flicker of surprise. you follow his gaze to your shirt, and your eyebrow twitches in confusion. a portion of the fabric is torn, leaving a gaping hole. not again. you try to recall when it happened, but your brain refuses to cooperate. you grasp the torn fabric, willing yourself to remember, but the memories remain elusive.

mr. nam's voice cuts through the silence, "okay, are you all able to run?" the group exchanges hesitant glances before nodding in unison, still refusing to speak. mr. nam sighs, a mix of relief and concern etched on his face. "good."

he takes a deep breath before issuing instructions, "if you go straight through the tennis courts and pass the construction site, you'll hit the mountain." he points behind you, and you turn to follow his gesture, taking in the makeshift plan he's devised.

but before you can even process the information, your hand is grasped, and you're suddenly pulled into a sprint. you stumble forward, regaining your balance as you take in the chaos around you. everyone is scrambling, running up the hill near the gym, desperate to escape the horrors behind them.

you glance back, and your heart sinks. more of the infected are closing in, their twisted faces contorted in a snarl. you whip your head back around, focusing on the path ahead. your legs pump furiously as you push yourself to keep up. it's then that you notice suhyeok's hand still grasping yours, his grip tight as he pulls you along.

mr. nam's voice echoes from behind, "the tennis courts! run!" the sound of heavy footsteps and ragged breathing fills the air as your group sprints towards the gate. daesu's shout of "c'mon!" urges you on as wujin finally reaches the door and flings it open. everyone pours inside, a chaotic tide of panicked bodies.

you release suhyeok's hand as you enter, taking a moment to ensure everyone makes it in safely. hari's struggling to fend off an infected with her bow, but she's suddenly tackled by another. mr. nam leaps into action, saving her from the brink of disaster. "hurry!" you shout, relief washing over you as hari stumbles through the gate, unscathed.

mr. nam slams the gate shut behind her, and the group takes off, racing towards the far end of the tennis court. but as you run, you realize with a sinking feeling that the zombies can still see you, their moans and screams growing louder as they give chase. everyone skids to a stop, frantically scanning their surroundings for an escape. "oh fuck.." you gulp, a cold dread creeping up your spine.

wujin's voice trembles as he asks daesu, "what do we do?" the group's panic is palpable, and you can't help but wonder if you've simply traded one trap for another. in an instant, the gates that had been locked just moments before burst open, succumbing to the crushing pressure of the zombie horde. the bloody, snarling mass surges forward, their eyes fixed on you with an unrelenting hunger. you react instinctively, grabbing hroryeong's arm and pulling her close as you take off in a sprint.

cheongsan leaps into action, wielding his bat with deadly precision as he smashes aside the zombies that aren't tangled in the tennis net. the sound of crunching bone and snapping metal fills the air, a grim testament to his determination.

meanwhile, mr. nam rummages through his bag, producing a red stick that he flicks open with a practiced motion. a blazing red flare erupts from the stick, its intense light and ear-piercing whistle drawing the zombies' attention like moths to a flame. the creatures inside and outside the court converge on the flare, their mindsless bodies driven solely by their insatiable hunger.

seizing the distraction, you spin hroryeong around, shouting to the others, "c'mon, guys!" the group gives chase, hot on your heels as you make a beeline for the opposite door.

just as you're about to grab the handle, a tan, larger hand clamps down on yours, holding you back. suhyeok's eyes scan the surrounding area, his gaze darting back and forth before nodding in satisfaction. with a gentle tug, he opens the gate, allowing you and hroryeong to slip through, the others close behind.

you spin around, ensuring everyone's safe exit, but your gaze falls upon a scene that makes your heart sink. mr. nam has closed the gate behind onjo and cheongsan, trapping them outside. onjo's face contorts in desperation as she rips away from cheongsan's grasp and slams into the gate, frantically trying to reopen it.

her words trail off as she notices the bite mark on her father's hand. tears well up in her eyes, and her face crumples in anguish. you watch, frozen in horror, as the reality of the situation sets in.

you tear your gaze away, looking toward the trees that lie ahead. you take a few hesitant steps forward, trying to get a better view of the path ahead. the trees seem to loom before you, their branches creaking ominously in the wind. you pause, unsure of what to do next, as the sounds of onjo's despairing cries echo through the air.

you take a few more cautious steps forward, scanning the trees for any signs of zombies. your eyes dart back and forth, searching for any movement or telltale signs of danger. but for now, the coast seems clear. the trees are so dense that you can't even see any buildings in the distance, which means it'll take some time to reach the construction site mr. nam mentioned.

just as you're starting to feel a sense of relief, you catch a glimpse of someone peeking around a tree. your heart skips a beat as the person quickly ducks back out of sight. a wave of unease washes over you. who - or what - was that? could it be a zombie that hasn't noticed you yet? or is it someone else, someone who might be a threat? you instinctively crouch down, trying to make yourself as small and quiet as possible.

you take slow, deliberate steps towards the nearest tree, trying to be just as sneaky as the mysterious person. your senses are on high alert, ready for whatever might be lurking just out of sight.

you focus intently on the person, your eyes squinting as you try to make out any distinguishing features. the person darts to another tree, using it as cover. you hold your breath, waiting for them to make another move.

and then, in a flash, the person takes off again, giving you a better look. it's a man, dressed in a plaid shirt that's even more tattered than yours. his baggy jeans are torn and frayed, and he's clutching something in his hand, though you can't quite make out what it is.

just as you're taking in this information, you hear the sound of footsteps rushing towards you, accompanied by heavy breathing. you swiftly move behind your tree, out of sight, and signal for your friends to stop. you press a finger to your lips, warning them to be quiet.

daesu, who's in the lead, looks at you with confusion etched on his face. you slowly point in the direction of the mysterious man, and your friends quickly hide behind nearby trees, thinking that zombies are approaching. namra slips behind the same tree as you, her voice barely above a whisper. "it's a human." she breathes, confirming your suspicions. you glance at her, nodding in agreement.

with a slow, deliberate movement, you draw out your sword, holding it with both hands as you press your back against the tree. you're poised, ready to swing into action at a moment's notice.

wujin mouths to you from his hiding spot behind a large tree, where hroryeong is also concealed, "you don't even know how to use that!" his eyes sparkling with frustration. you roll your eyes good-naturedly and mouth back, "it's gotta be the same as a baseball bat." wujin's expression turns incredulous, and he rolls his eyes in response. just then, the sound of snapping branches and crunching leaves fills the air as the mysterious person approaches. you tense, ready to react. with a swift motion, you step out from behind the tree, sword at the ready. the blade comes to rest against the person's adam's apple, and they freeze, eyes wide with fear.

the person hastily drops their weapon and raises their hands in surrender. "wait!" they exclaim, taking in the sight of multiple young adults emerging from the trees. "i mean no harm to any of you!" they declare, attempting to sound brave despite the quiver in their voice.

his eyes meet yours, and you take in his features. he's gotta be older than you, with that strong, toned build and a few scratch marks on his face. despite his rugged appearance, there's something about him that seems... put together. hroryeong asks quietly, "w-whats your name?" breaking the silence. she suddenly feels like speaking for some reason.

wujin gently pushes down on your hands, signaling for you to lower the sword. you realize you're still holding it up and begin to sheathe it. the boy takes advantage of the distraction to slowly retrieve his axe, his movements cautious. “kyungho, im a senior at bomoon high.” as he stands up, you can't help but notice his stature. he's tall, with broad shoulders and a rugged build that makes him look like an actual lumberjack. cheongsan steps forward and asks, "is bomoon high infected too?" but you're too busy taking in kyungho's appearance to focus on the conversation.

daesu whispers to suhyeok, "how is he still so handsome even though he's all dirty like us?" but his voice carries, and the whole group hears him. kyungho's face flushes, and he looks down, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. he smiles awkwardly, his eyes meeting yours, and you feel a flutter in your chest.

kyungho's eyes lock onto yours, and he says, "hey, i know you." you're taken aback, unsure of what to say. "me?" you ask, incredulous. the group's attention shifts to you, their faces filled with curiosity. mijin steps forward, her arm crossed, her expression skeptical. "you know him, y/n-ah?" she asks, her tone implying she doesn't quite trust kyungho. you shake your head, "n-no, i don't think..." but kyungho interrupts, taking a step forward. "you're that kid in the bike store!" he exclaims, a smile spreading across his face.

daesu whispers to suhyeok, "he called him a kid when they're only a year apart.." his voice is laced with amusement, as if he's watching a show. suhyeok's eyebrows furrow, his expression unreadable as he takes in the interaction between you and kyungho.

the memories of kyungho come flooding back, and you're surprised you didn't recognize him at first. he looked so beat up, but now that you remember, you recall the cute boy you had followed into the bike store. your face grows hot as you realize everyone is still staring at you, awaiting your response.

"right... i remember now," you stammer, trying to play it cool. "it's good to see you." you manage a small smile, but you can't help the way your heart skips a beat as kyungho's eyes lock onto yours. you feel yourself melting under his gaze, and you look away, trying to compose yourself. but you can't shake off the feeling that kyungho's eyes are still on you, and you sneak a glance back at him. his expression is soft, and he's smiling at you, making your heart flutter even more.

“why is y/n so shy..?” daesu's whisper is cut off as suhyeok steps forward, his tall, athletic build positioning him slightly in front of you, as if shielding you from kyungho. the two of them are almost evenly matched in height and build, although kyungho appears slightly more muscular.

suhyeok's gaze is skeptical as he asks, "so you're saying you made it all the way from bomoon high, by yourself?" kyungho's eyes flicker to suhyeok, and he nods calmly. "yeah, today was the day some of the seniors went into the city for a project, and suddenly a bunch of those zombies got into the cafe we were at. luckily, i escaped through the back door," kyungho explains, pointing back in the direction he came from. "so i traveled all this way to find someone, and i've been on the run since."

wujin and daesu nod in unison, seeming to accept kyungho's story. you, however, are intrigued by his survival skills. "how could you survive by yourself for this long?" you ask, your curiosity getting the better of you. kyungho holds up a finger, as if to say "wait," before slipping off the long tote bag he'd been carrying on his back. he rummages through it, revealing a stash of food and snacks that makes everyone's eyes widen in surprise.

"i managed to break into a convenience store," he explains, a hint of pride in his voice. "so that's where i've been staying. i've been looking for people who survived, but you guys are the first people i've seen in days." the group's reaction is immediate. everyone's eyes light up at the sight of food, and they exchange excited glances. kyungho's face breaks out into a warm smile as he continues, his words tumbling out in a rush of excitement. "we can all head back! i'll show you guys. you can eat and sleep for the night." his enthusiasm is infectious, and the group's mood begins to lift at the prospect of food and shelter.

kyungho tosses a loaf of bread to daesu, who catches it and immediately tears into it, savoring the taste. hroryeong speaks up, "that'd be great," but cheongsan cuts her off, his expression apologetic.

"we can't," he says, his words hitting you like a ton of bricks. "i'm sorry, but we're trying to get out of the city." your heart sinks, realizing that you won't be able to rest and eat in a safe place after all. kyungho's face falls, but he quickly recovers, his expression curious. "oh, well, me too!" he exclaims, zipping up his bag. "where are you guys headed?" suhyeok takes over, explaining, "there's a construction site down that way. we need to pass it to get to the mountain." kyungho's eyes light up with interest, and he nods, as if considering something.

kyungho glances back in the direction he came from, a thoughtful expression on his face. "i mean, i can go with you guys if you'd allow me," he says, turning back to the group. "but the store isn't that far from here. we could make it and go first thing tomorrow. come on, you guys look like death." he tries to persuade the group, his eyes locked on cheongsan.

you turn to cheongsan, your eyes pleading. "we won't survive long out there if we don't eat and rest properly. one night," you beg, your voice barely above a whisper. the rest of the group's bodies seem to be echoing your plea, their tired and starving eyes begging for relief.the group falls silent for almost a minute, the only sound the heavy breathing of exhausted bodies. cheongsan looks at suhyeok, who's shaking his head in disagreement, but then his gaze sweeps the rest of the group, taking in their desperate expressions. finally, he nods. "lead the way," he says to kyungho, who grins triumphantly.

The town where you grew up, small and concealed between two rolling hills and dense forests, was all you knew. When you moved there when you were only four years old, your parents quickly made a name for themselves. New life, new identities. It wasn’t that your parents were criminals, on the run from the law. But it was more so for your sake. Your father was a gambler and one evening in a drunken rage and the loss of almost every penny he had to his name, a gentleman bet for another round. One simple game. And if he won, he could walk out with everything he lost, including an extra hundred thousand for his troubles… but if he lost,

You would now belong to the man.

It was simple really, you were an omega. A rare jewel in the ever-growing population of betas and alphas. So the man wanted you. To raise you for your sub-gender. Your father lost that night and shook the man's hand in defeat but when he went to leave he stole one of the priceless rubies that hung on the mantle before fleeing. The ruby bought him and your family a new life far away from the crime lord. But that day your father had decided to take matters into his own hands, using his earnings to find scent-blockers that were so potent, you would show as a beta.

Your life was luckily in a state of normalcy after that. Both your mother and father led stable jobs and happy lives as you progressed smoothly in school. But it wasn't until you hit high school that you met Choi San, your best friend. San, the confident and charismatic alpha, who had always been protective of you since the day you met. He couldn’t explain it but it was like whenever you were around, nothing else mattered. He knew you weren’t soulmates since the click never happened but maybe you were a different kind of soul mate? A bond shared between two people that was unexplainable? San would spend most nights thinking about how to describe his feelings towards you but he would always end up landing back on the same word over and over again…

Home.

Your bond had flourished over the years of teenhood and evolved stronger in your college years. It was built upon late-night conversations, shared secrets, and laughter that echoed in the empty spaces of each other's homes. And with each day somehow, you both fell more and more in love. But yet, you could never find the right moment to tell him the truth. That you weren’t a beta but in fact an omega. Your father's last wish on his deathbed was that you would never tell a single soul what you really were. Thanks, dad… And with your mother out of town for a conference with her job, you were left with fate and oh, had it played a cruel trick on you.

The scent blockers you relied on to keep your omega pheromones at bay had been discontinued without warning, leaving you vulnerable for the first time in your life since the crime lord all those years ago. You didn’t know how to react when the woman on the phone said they had been removed from stocks. Something about an illegal toxin? You weren’t paying too much attention after that. She had advised you to go to a doctor since you had never been without the blockers and it could cause your body to go into shock.

And, oh boy did your doctor nearly fall out of her chair when you told her the truth. She was luckily an omega herself so she understood why your family did it but the withdrawals and long-lasting effects the blockers had were not healthy in the slightest. She prescribed an antibiotic to help with the pain but she strongly insists you go through your first heat and let your body regulate itself before you go onto normal scent blockers for omegas.

To say your life went face up all in one afternoon was not an exaggeration. And that is how you found yourself dodging San, struggling to maintain your composure as the instinctual nature of her omega threatened to surface. The first day without your scent blocker had been manageable, but by the third day, you were acutely aware of the heat in your cheeks and the way your heart raced at the thought of San drawing near. You had to call into your college and tell them you were ill and unable to come onto campus until further notice.

Day four the symptoms grew. The heat pooling all over your body while the cramps began to brew inside your lower belly. All your senses felt like they were turned up to a thousand, the slightest wrong noise or texture would throw you off and you found yourself slowly building a nest in the centre of your lounge room. You’ve never nested before let alone experienced any of the natural omega tropes since the blockers completely had stripped that part of your identity so you felt completely out of place as you stared at the piles of pillows, plushies, blankets and of sorts.

“Why did I have to be like this?” You whispered to yourself, feeling a twinge of guilt and disgust. It wasnt that you hated omegas, it's just that you hated the world for wanting them so bad. Letting out a sigh. You could feel the growing yearn simmering beneath your skin, beginning to crave the only thing that she cared for in her life…San. But he couldn’t have him. They were friends and he needed to stay away.

San, however, was not the type to be easily deterred, nor did he want to listen to your randomly vague text about being sick. He quickly noticed your sudden withdrawal and lack of communication making him feel a gnawing worry clawing at his insides. With every unanswered text and unreturned phone call, a sense of dread embedded itself in his heart. So, on the afternoon of the fifth day, he decided he couldn’t stand it any longer. Determined to find you and get to the bottom of what was really going on, he raced over to your place, concern fueling his speed.

As he entered your home, the first thing that hit him was an overwhelming, intoxicating sweetness that engulfed his senses. It was your scent—rich, vibrant, and uniquely yours. San had always recognized the floral undertones of your pheromones, but this time it was all-consuming. The moment he inhaled deeply, something primal stirred deep within him, awakening the animalistic instincts of his wolf. You were…

“Doll!!” he called, the sound of his voice echoing against the walls as he hurried down the hall. He found you in the living room, curled up on the floor in the centre of your nest, a book lying loosely in your hands as you were using it to distract yourself. Looking up, your eyes widened with concern and panic, but as your gaze locked with his, San felt an insatiable instinct surge through him, igniting the dormant feelings he had kept buried for so long. A click that was supposed to snap a long time ago.

"San!" You exclaimed, trying to mask the flush creeping up your neck and the growing embarrassment you felt when you looked at him. Of course, he was your mate, it was obvious from the start, but your blockers had prevented the bound from snapping in place leaving you both in an abyss of strange longing and sleepless nights. “You shouldn’t be here. I—I haven’t been taking any blockers.”

The weight of your words hung in the air, shifting the atmosphere between both of you. His mind raced with thoughts he had never dared to voice, yet the raw, potent scent of your pheromones coaxed his animal side to the forefront. The thoughts of claiming you grew stronger with every breath that hitched in this throat. You looked so cute in your little sleep shorts and one of his old band shirts. You were disappointed it doesn’t smell like him anymore when you found it in your room but it was the only thing that was bringing you comfort in this situation.

“I was worried about you,” he admitted softly, stepping closer before stopping himself. “You’ve been avoiding me, and I was beginning to think…”

“San, I don’t think you understand,” You said, desperation creeping into your voice. The sense of heartbreak began to overwhelm you. The foolishness of your actions building up and the pain that the world had forcibly put you through. Hiding your sub-gender to protect yourself from those who wished to use it for their own desires, had now caused you to lose out on time with your mate. Time and moon cycles you would never get back... “I can’t control it, and you being here… it’s making it worse.”

“But why?” he pressed, his wolfish instincts battling against the tender pull of their friendship. “You think I don’t want to be near you? You think I don’t feel something for you, too? We are mates for fuck sakes!”

The confessions hung heavy in the air, laced with a tension neither had anticipated. Your heart raced at his words, a mix of fear and exhilaration swirling within your chest. But you couldn’t help but cry, “Do you even know what you’re saying?” she breathed, her pulse quickening. “You could—” 

“I could, what? Hate you for hiding that you’re an omega? Hate you for being my soulmate?” His voice was intense, eyes glinting with the raw emotion of his desire, he too was now breaking into tears. “I could never hate you. I’ve been… I’ve been waiting for so long.”

“Waiting for what?” You hiccuped, frustration mingling with longing. Your knees pressed firmly against your chest, trying to make yourself as small as possible.

“To tell you I’ve always wanted you. Even before this. When I thought you were a beta.” He took a step closer, the space between you buzzing with electricity that pulsed like a heartbeat. Just then, something in the air shifted. It was as if all the unspoken words finally collided, twisting in San’s heart until it could no longer ignore the truth standing before him. He stopped at the foot of your nest, not daring to enter unless you wanted him to. “I didn’t care about anything other than being with you…”

Your body thrummed with a mix of fear and excitement watching him step forward. You lowered your knees ignoring the way your stomach screamed and twisted in a slight burn. The longing that had been nurturing beneath your skin since you first met him. “You mean it?”

“Every fucking word,” San replied, his breath coming quick as he waited for you to grant him permission to enter. The enveloping feeling of your scent and the promise of everything he hadn’t yet explored. His fist balled slightly, trying his best not to let your heat send him into an early rut.

“Come here.” You let out a hand for him which he gladly took. Quickly lunging for you in a second. His lips found yours and his hands found your hips. He caged you onto the floor with a thump as you tipped back onto the soft plush blankets. His nose nudged yours, as he inhaled sharply, smelling the way your scent sparks with the sweetness of fruits and fresh grass, mixing into a calming nature from his scent mixing with yours. “I’m sorry.”

“D-don’t say that.” San nibbles your bottom lip before pulling away. “Don’t ever apologise for the world's mistakes. You didn’t ask to be an Omega. None of this is your fault.”

“Thank you…” You whispered, locking your lips against his once again. And finally, for the first time, it felt like you found your way to where you needed to be. At that moment, the barriers had dissolved, and all that remained was the newfound bond between you and your soulmate. A bond that had been waiting, just beneath the surface, to blossom into something beautifully and unequivocally real.

“I need you.” You beg through his desperate lips.

Your plea was music to San’s ears as he hungrily swallowed each and every noise you made. His hands roughly started to rip clothing, shredding all the fabric in his way until you were bare beneath him. Your legs opened willingly as the tingles spiked through your body, a feeling you’ve never felt before. S-San.” You managed to pull away, tugging on the end of his hair that sat on the nape of his neck. Your breath was hitched as you felt tears pool on your eyes. “I…Everything feels weird. I don’t know..wha—Shhh it's okay, I've got you.”

San laid caged gently on top of you, his voice made a sense of calmness wash over you, and little did you know he had used his alpha voice to silence the anxiety he smelt on you.

His touch became more demanding by the second, his fingers leaving a trail of fire on your skin as he growled a low rumble. "Mine," His voice deep and primal. He closed the distance between you again in an instant, his strong hands gripping your hips while his lips sealed tightly on yours.

Your breath came in short gasps as your shirt was ripped open, strips of fabric scattering across the floor. San's eyes devoured your naked body, his gaze lingering on the telltale signs of your omega nature. Your scent glands, your sweet aroma, the way you presented to him.

"San, please..." You pleaded, your voice trembling with need. You wanted this, craved San's touch, but the intensity of the moment was overwhelming.

San's lips crashed down on yours once again, silencing your further protests. His kiss was fierce and possessive, his tongue demanding entry. You moaned into his mouth, unable to resist the onslaught of pleasure. San's hands roamed freely, squeezing and kneading your sensitive nipples, drawing out little gasps and whimpers that he happily swallowed.He moved lower, inching his lips and tongue down a wet trail on your trembling body. 

He paid special attention to your neck, marking you with bites that would surely leave visible to your friends for weeks to come. But what he stopped at was your gland, inhaling sharply against your soft skin. Your hands tangled in San's hair, urging him on as he suckled and nipped at your sensitive skin. “Alpha please…”

Your confession rang in Sans ears like church bells, feeling his heart skip at the word that spilled from your delicate lips. "You're so fucking beautiful…" San growled, his voice rough with desire. He spread your legs wide, exposing your glistening pussy, already swollen with need. "And you're all mine."

You arched off the pillows as San's fingers delved into your soaked cunt, stroking and teasing your sensitive bundle of nerves. "Please, San," you begged again, their voice breathless. "I need you."

San's cock, hard and throbbing, was freed from his pants as he quickly fiddled with his belt and zipper, before he positioned himself at your entrance. "I'm gonna breed you so fucking well, my love," he promised, his eyes blazing with passion. "Gonna knot you so deep, mark you as mine."

You nodded eagerly, your body yearning for San desperately, bucking your hips against him with knitted brows. You felt San's tip slide against you, your slick coated his cock. “Hurry San, I need you so badly.”

You felt your heat surge Through you, your cramps worsening without more. But San was quick to ease your pain, sinking into your tight wet heat thrusting forward, filling you in one smooth motion. You cried out, your sensitive pussy stretching to accommodate San's thick length. San set a relentless pace, pounding into you with brute strength. His hips snapped forward, driving his cock deeper with each thrust. Your moans filled the room, your fingers digging into San's shoulders as they rode the waves of pleasure, feeling tears prick on the corners of your eyes. “Fuck San, Fuck so b-big…argh.”

"That's it, baby," San grunted, his voice strained. "Feel me, feel how deep I am inside you. my fat cock snug inside your tight little pussy."

Your body clenched around San's cock, your orgasm building rapidly. San's fingers found their sensitive bud, massaging it firmly as he continued to thrust. “You wanna cream around my dick baby? I need to feel you clench around me.”

"Oh fuck, I'm close!" You cried out, tears rolling down your face, staining your flushed cheeks, your body tensing as your heat finally started to subside.

San's own release was imminent. He withdrew almost entirely before slamming back into you, his cock swelling as he reached the point of release. "Cum for me, my love," he commanded, his voice thick with need.

Your body exploded in a cascade of pleasure, yout pussy milking San's cock as they cried out his name begging for him to claim you. “Alpha please, mark me.. please please please.”

San's growl was guttural as he snarled against your neck. His hips jerked uncontrollably, baring his teeth on your gland, sinking his fangs into you. Claiming you. He filled you with his hot load as he groaned against your flesh. San cock twitched and pulsed, knotting and swelling deep inside your willing hole. You laid entangled, breathless and satisfied, in the aftermath. He finally unlatched his teeth lapping up your wound with his tongue  Swiping away all the blood. With San's cock still twitched inside you, his knot keeping you joined you finally felt like you could breathe.

"I love you…" San whispered your name, his voice tender. "My beautiful omega."

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안녕하세요, 러브카운다운입니다!

박도현

Leader, 1997, Bassist, main vocalist

신원식

1998, Guitarist, lead vocalist

유키

1999, Drummer

양준호

2000, keyboardist, lead vocalist

이영재

2002, guitarist, sub vocalist

초 (Name)

Maknae, (B.Year), guitarist, violinist, main vocalist

Festival performance this Friday at Yellow Wood University, 8 PM KST

A giddy grin spread on your lips as you looked at the social media post your company posted not even an hour ago. There were mainly positive comments, everyone excited to see you all live after listening to the debut album.

You debuted into Love Countdown just five months and your band was already getting love most bands would kill for.

Your music was certainly good but it did help most of your band mates were practically model material. Any type of fans were fine with you, even if all they cared about was one of your band mates abs.

The sound of the front door opening caught your attention as you exited out of Twitter and looked up. As with most groups, you lived in an apartment with your band mates. Lucky for you, your company wasn’t inhumane and forced six men to group in one small apartment.

You roomed with Junho and Young-Jae. While Dohyun, Yuki, and Won-Shik roomed together right next door.

“Hey, Hyung. You bought any dinner?” You asked, watching as Young-Jae only had to walk two steps to get into the kitchen. Hey, your company wasn’t that rich.

“Just pizza because I’m not buying your picky ass anything else ever again.” He said, placing it on the kitchen countertop. “Can’t believe you didn’t even attempt to eat the expensive Italian food I bought last time.”

“No one told you to buy me Italian food.” You rebutted, walking over to grab a slice.

“Ungrateful brat.”

“Love you too, Hyung.”

You grabbed two pizzas slices as Young-Jae put away the groceries he bought.

“Hey, is your violin tuned? Dohyun Hyung was on my ass because of what happened last time.”

Last time meaning you pulled out your violin to play a song from your album and it sounded like absolute shit. You were lucky the crowd found it cute and were just laughing as you hurriedly tried to tune the violin. The perks of being the cute maknae!

“Of course, I wouldn’t want Dohyun Hyung to spank you again.”

“He did not spank me, stop being weird.” Young-Jae rolled his eyes, reaching over to deliver a smack to the back your head. You cried out in pain as you glared at him.

“Do you know who else is playing at the festival? I didn’t pay attention when Manager Nayoung was talking.”

“Of course you didn’t. Mostly solo artists. I think a rock band is playing there… can’t remember their name. Starts… like uh…” Young-Jae sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Le..? No… Uh. Damn. It was something edgy.”

“Edgy?”

“Yeah. Their music is all rock and emo. The made the OST to that crime kdrama you watched. Seriously… their name isn’t long, why can’t I remember?”

“You’re getting old.”

Young-Jae looked up at you, his eyes narrowing. “Say that again?”

“What?”

“(Name)….”

“Hyung…”

You both stared at each other as a slight smirk pulled on your lips.

“You fucking……!”

“I’m home.”

The door opened just before Young-Jae could attack you. You shrieked and immediately ran to your savior, clinging to Junho. Junho was unfazed as he wrapped his free arm around your waist and tugged you close, closing the door with his foot.

“Pizza for dinner? Thanks.” Junho said, placing his bags down on the kitchen counter.

“Stop protecting that little shit, Hyung. I need to give him a spanking.” Young-Jae glared at you with a murderous intent in his eyes.

You giggled. “Oh~ so kinky Hyungie~! Should I pull my pants down?”

“You…!!!”

Junho maneuvered you away just as Young-Jae made an attempt to grab you. You wrapped your arm around Junho’s neck and grinned, sticking your tongue out at Young-Jae as a sign of victory.

“Hm, Junnie Hyung, do you know that emo band that’s playing at the festival this Friday?” You asked, looking up at Junho.

“Hm. Black Rose?”

Black Rose? Hm… Why did that sound familiar?

You were about to think more until your stomach growled.

Forget it. It’s probably nothing important anyway.

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“Looking good boys. Your first ever festival performance. Let’s do great okay?! Fighting!” Manager Nayoung said as she patted you on the back.

You gave her a smile as you glanced at yourself in the mirror. There were hearts drawn over your nose, almost like freckles. Being the maknae meant you usually got the more cutesy makeup compared to the others.

Dohyun was always… more naked compared to everyone else. You glanced over at your leader and couldn’t help but stare at his ass. He was wearing a crop top with no sleeves, a waist chain and sinfully tight leather pants. You were almost jealous of his abs but also wanted to touch them again.

Your eyes flickered over to Young-Jae and you almost laughed to see him unabashedly staring right at Dohyun’s ass. You sauntered over to him and smacked his head.

“Hey, are you trying to burn a hole through his pants?” You whispered, snickering as Young-Jae’s face practically turned red.

“Shut it!” He weakly retorted, turning his attention to the mirror to fix his dyed red hair. “I was just looking at his outfit. The stylists love putting him tight clothing. What if he’s uncomfortable?”

You hummed. “Dohyun Hyung!”

“Hey—!”

“Yes,” Dohyun looked up from the book he was reading, smiling over at you. He had red lipstick with dark eyeliner that brought out the blue colored contacts he wore. He’s lucky he’s handsome, blue contacts just freak you out.

“Are you uncomfortable in your pants?”

“Hm, no? I won’t be moving much anyway.” He answered. “Why?”

“Just asking!”

You turned back around to see a furious Young-Jae staring at you. You only giggled. “See? He’s fine. You’re just enjoying his ass.”

“I hate you.”

“Love you too, Hyungie~!”

A tap on your shoulder caught your attention as you turned back to see Yuki behind you. He was wearing a more tamed version of Dohyun’s outfit with lighter makeup. “Some snacks I stole from the staff table.” He handed you a chocolate bar, a bag of chips, and a soda.

“What about me?” Young-Jae asked.

“What about you? Love you, (Name).” Yuki patted you on the head before walking away to join Junho on the couch. Favoritism. You loved being the maknae.

You smirked. “Maybe try being cuter. Then your hyungs will want to take care of you.”

“I’m going to smother you in your sleep.”

“Kinky~!”

Young-Jae rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the mirror, fixing his collar. “I’m not even sure why we’re dressed like this. Our concept isn’t this dark.”

“It’s just for the event. Manager Nayoung was telling me that the event organizers wanted a darker theme.”

“Our songs are literally all about being in love and being happy. We have no emo or rock songs.”

“Stop complaining. At least they still wanted us. We’re first for a reason. We just need to get everyone upbeat.”

You glanced over at Young-Jae, taking in his outfit. It was similar to yours. A white lace shirt with black detailing. Basic black slacks with combat boots. Except he had a choker while you had a necklace. The hearts across your nose were red, brightening your face in comparison to the dark eyeliner.

Won-Shik and Junho had similar outfits as well, an inverse of yours and Young-Jae. You preferred the more colorful clothing you wore during your regular performances but it is what it is. As you flicked at a lint on your cheek, the door to the dressing room opened.

“You’re going to preform in twenty minutes, boys. Get going!”

As your band mates got ready to set up their instruments, you saw the next band come in to get dressed. And to your horror, a familiar face walked right in.

Kim Ye-Jun.

You felt your heart drop to your ass as you stared at him. He didn’t seem to notice you at first, busy directing his band mates to get dressed. It wasn’t until he turned around that he froze at the sight of you.

“Let’s go, (Name)-Ah.” Young-Jae said, grabbing your arm as he began to pull you out of the room. Your gaze was still locked on Ye-Jun before you quickly turned away, the memories of him flooding your brain.

That fucking dick. He’s in that band?!

Shit. You wanted to delete their OST off your playlist stat. Why were they even playing at such a small event, they weren’t mainstream by any means but they were big in the band scene.

“Violin tuned?” Dohyun suddenly asked as you assumed your position, fixing the mic to your height.

“Yea. It’s tuned…”

“You okay? You look like you saw a ghost.”

You wished he was a ghost.

“I’ll be fine. Just a little nervous.”

Dohyun took your word for it and simply patted you on the back, turning his attention back to his own mic. It only took a few minutes before the MC was announcing the band and the yells from the crowd increased.

You stood tall, clutching the guitar to your chest just as the lights shined on you all. Dohyun began his usual speech while you couldn’t help but smile at attention. A few girls were screaming your name!

Yuki tapped his drumsticks together before starting off the beat. You were only going to be performing five songs so you weren’t worried in the slightest. Of course you forgot you were the one that started this song off.

Despite the slight hiccup and Dohyun’s swift glare at you, you continued on, earning a few giggles from the crowd. As you played, you didn’t notice the pair of eyes watching you from the side of the stage.

ཆི❤︎ཆྀ

“You were great, boys! I think you gained some new fans,” Nayoung said, handing each of you a bottle water. “Go get changed and enjoy the rest of the festival! Do anything to get fans.”

Won-Shik smirked as he wrapped his arm around your neck, “anything?” You grinned, rolling your eyes.

“Absolute not! Get your mind out of the gutter!” Nayoung yelled, glaring at Won-Shik. “Yuki, watch him! I don’t want a scandal before you’re even a year old yet! Matter of fact, stick with one other person.”

Young-Jae groaned. “Guess I’m stuck with you,” he said, glaring at you.

You smirked before glancing over at Dohyun as he began wiping off his makeup. “Well… Dohyun Hyung!”

“What do you—!”

“—Can you pair with Jae Hyung? I wanna hang out with Junnie Hyung!”

“You little—!!!”

“—Sure. You okay with spending time with me Jae-Ah? I don’t think I’ll be much fun.” Dohyun laughed, turning over to face you and Young-Jae. His makeup was smudge now—lipstick off completely. His eyes resembling deer eyes by how round they were. Boba eyes, that’s what Won-Shik called them once.

Because of how perverted you were, you couldn’t help but imagine if that’s how he would look after having sex.

A quick glance at Young-Jae told you he was thinking the same thing.

“C..Course, Hyung!! You’re great, amazing even! I mean… you’re great to hang out with… Yeah… I’ll go change.” Young-Jae grabbed his duffle bag and quickly sprinted to the bathroom.

“What’s with him?”

You shrugged, “Dunno. Maybe he has diarrhea.”

“Oh no… I’ll get him some tea.” Dohyun said, taking you seriously. Before you could even tell him it was a joke he already left the dressing room. You sighed and rubbed the bridge of your nose. He was so weirdly naive sometimes.

A tap on your shoulder caught your attention as you looked over to see Junho smiling at you. “You gonna change or go out like that?” He was already changed—dressed in a black t-shirt with washed out jeans. His styled hair purposely brushed out, now just a brown mop on his head.

“No, I’ll change. Wait for me, Hyungie!” You blew him a kiss that he quickly caught, laughing.

You and Junho seamlessly blended into the crowd of college students as a the next band began to play. Black Rose had already played while you were getting undressed so you ended up missing it.

You tried to ignore the odd feeling in your stomach at the disappointment you weren’t fast enough. But you didn’t care! You didn’t…

Certainly not.

“Shots?” Junho suddenly asked, leaning down to rest his chin on your shoulder. You hummed in agreement. He left and was quick to come back with two shots. About an hour passed on you just listening to each act perform before the DJ came out and everyone started dancing.

The cool October breeze made you shiver as you felt Junho wrap his arms around you. You grinned and turned around to press your chest against him. Junho was not only taller than you but muscular in comparison—having worked out religiously with Dohyun and Won-Shik.

He was warm so you eagerly pressed as close as possible against him, burying your face in his chest. Junho simply swayed to the upbeat noise music. If the music wasn’t there, people would’ve assumed you both were slow dancing to a ballad.

“Feed me a shot?” You suddenly asked, tilting your head back.

“What are you, a baby?”

“Yup, your baby.”

Junho simply hummed as he used his free hand to grab your face, keeping it still as he slowly tipped the plastic cup’s rim against your lips. You squeezed at his shirt as the cool liquid rushed down your throat, causing you the cough once you swallowed.

“Wow… again!” You laughed, ignoring the judgmental look Junho gave you.

“You’re so weird, (Name)-Ah. I’ll be back, stay right here.” His hand trailed down your waist before he pulled away, poking you on the cheek as he walked away. You hummed and swayed slightly, feeling a bit buzzed from the amount of shots you took by now.

You subconsciously began to whisper the lyrics to one of your songs when a hand wrapped itself around your wrist. The words couldn’t even leave your mouth before you’re tugged away from the crowd. You whined and was about to scream when one of the street lamps illuminated your attacker.

Kim Ye-Jun.

A groan left your lips, no longer feeling the need to put up a fight. At least it’s not a saesang.

Ye-Jun dragged you all the way back go where the dressing room was. You assumed he was going to drag you in there but he suddenly took a sharp left turn and pulled open the storage closet, shoving you inside. A gasp left your lips as you bumped into the wall, groaning in pain.

Your eyes felt heavy, especially with the bright ceiling light shining down on you. “Seriously..? I was about to get another shot!”

He didn’t say anything, his eyes narrowing at you.

You bristled, standing up straight. “What?! I’m of legal age, dick. Anyway, I need to go back before my friends start worrying about me.” You moved to push past him but he grabbed your shoulder and slammed you right back against the wall.

The force knocked you sober as you stared at Ye-Jun in shock. “What.. What the fuck is your problem?!”

“I thought you wanted to be an Idol.” Ye-Jun suddenly said.

You tilted your head. “Wha..? The company thought I fit the band aesthetic better. Besides, I can’t dance well anyway. Why do you even care? You could’ve asked me this in front of everyone else..”

Ye-Jun stared at you for a moment, as if he was thinking about what to say. You took the moment to really take him in. He was taller than you, his buzz cut had grown out from university, though still short and spiky. A worn out leather jacket with a wife beater. Leather pants that hugged his thighs. Wow, he was working out.

You shook your head. Nope, you weren’t about to fall back into his arms. “Well, if you’re just gonna stare at me, you can follow our band’s instagram. I post on there. It’s TheRealLoveCountdown.”

A bitter laugh left Ye-Jun just as you were about to push him. You wanted to ask what’s his problem was when he surged forward and slammed his lips against yours. A strangled gasp left you and your hands quickly moved to push him away. But he was stronger, grabbing your wrists as he slammed them against the wall.

He kissed you hungrily, pressing his crotch against yours. You couldn’t help the soft moans that left your throat as he bit your lip. The pain sent a shockwave through your spine. His hands released your wrists and shoved themselves into your jeans.

“Kim Ye-Jun!” You managed to stutter out as you pulled away from the kiss. He paid you no mind, grabbing a fist full of your ass. An embarrassing whine left your lips as finger teased your hole.

“Why are you speaking respectfully?”

“Aren’t you my seonbae now? You debuted first.”

Ye-Jun looked down at you, his grip tightening on your ass. “Seonbae? I told you to call me Hyung.”

“You lost that privilege, Seonbae. We aren’t friends.”

“Mhm,” Ye-Jun hummed. “Yeah, you weren’t ever a friend. You’re mine.”

You shivered and felt your hips buck against his, your bulge rubbing against his own. Ye-Jun smirked as he pulled you, hands gripping your waist, as he turned you around. A grunt left you as you’re pushed against the wall.

The feeling of cool air touches your lower half before you can even complain. He pulled your fucking pants down. You gasped as he pried your ass open and you felt a puff of air tease your hole.

“You… Yah, what the hell do you think you’re doing, bastard?!”

The air stilled in the closet as your lips pressed into a tight thin line. Oh god. You really said that.

“Sae…kki…ya?” Ye-Jun whispered, his grip loosening on your skin. You were grateful that your back was facing him so you couldn’t see the face he must be making.

Young-Jae was right. You really needed to work on having a filter.

“I’m a son of a bitch? I’ll fucking show you a son of a bitch, Cho (Name).”

It was silent for a moment—you almost believed Ye-Jun was getting ready to leave when you felt two fingers shove themselves inside your hole. The fingers were slick so it wasn’t in there dry but the intrusions felt like it was the worst thing you could ever experience.

Ye-Jun waited for a moment before slowing flexing his index and pointer finger inside. You grunted and gripped at the wall for some type of purpose. What the hell was he looking for?

A guttural scream left your throat as his fingers rub against your prostate. You whimpered, rubbing your thighs together as you looked behind to try and get a look at Ye-Jun.

His head was down so you could only see his hair. He patted your ass before leaning forward and pressing his lips against your right ass cheek. It felt oddly sweet—it almost made you short circuit.

Until you felt teeth sinking into your skin.

“Fuck!” You cried out, pressing your head against the wall as his fingers began to repeatedly press against your prostate. His teeth felt sharp on your skin as if he was biting to break skin.

Ye-Jun didn’t allow you to breathe or take in the pleasure, pumping his fingers to attack and abuse your prostate. He moved to your left ass cheek and left a matching bite mark—you were sure that one broke skin.

You weren’t even sure how long it had been. Your legs were shaky as you had to use your hands to keep yourself help. The leaking from your dejectedly cock made you whimper at being unable to bring yourself to true pleasure.

There were bite marks not just on your ass but on your thighs. You had weakly tried to keep him off but he easily stopped you with a painfully slow rub against your prostate that sent you into a frenzy.

It was building—the tell tale sign of you reaching your peak. Your toes curled as you hiccuped. You didn’t even notice you were crying.

Just as you felt the orgasm coming to its peak… Ye-Jun pulled away.

You whined, looking back at him in shock as he wiped his fingers on your t-shirt. He looked unbothered as he fixed his clothes. His eyes flickered over to you when you made another pathetic whine to get his attention. It almost hurt to talk. He only smirked.

“You can take care of the rest, right?” He asked, his lips moving into a slight snarl as his eyes narrowed. “Or maybe call that band mate of yours. You were practically on his dick earlier.”

Your eyes widen as you watched him leave, slamming the door shut behind him. You slid down the wall and could only just sit there in pure shock.

The dryness of your throat was beginning to affect you as you reached down to pull your boxers up.

You just wanted to go home.

❝ 목이 메어 ❞

It had been two weeks since the “incident” and you had made a clear effort to never listen to Black Rose. You blocked them everywhere—going as far as to block them on your other members phones as well.

Yuki and Won-Shik didn’t seem to care that much.

Young-Jae called you insane.

While Junho and Dohyun were the only two that seemed worried about your behavior.

Which led to now. You were curled up on Dohyun’s bed as he sat at his desk, working on some lyrics for your comeback that was four months away. He always liked getting ahead in work. The band wouldn’t start recording until December. It was only November 3rd.

The lyrics were technically done and approved by the company but Dohyun was always a perfectionist so everyone had let him be at this point.

Junho was beside you on the bed, occasionally giving Dohyun some of his opinions on the lyrics.

This album was going to be more ballad heavy. Focusing solely on heartbreak and toxic relationships. You almost scoffed to yourself.

You had so many lyrics you wanted to put but knew they would end up being too personal so you kept them in your journal for safe keeping.

“Oh, we’re trending on Twitter…” Junho suddenly said, earning both yours and Dohyun’s attention.

“What? What did we do?” Dohyun questioned, quickly moving to sit on the bed. You sat up and curled close to Junho, worried that someone on a random forum made an insane rumor that the Korean netizens would eat up in a heartbeat.

“Oh, it’s mainly (Name)-Ah and that guy from Black Rose.”

Your heart dropped to your ass. “W..Why?!”

Junho glanced down at you curiously before showing you a Twitter post that had almost 20k likes. He soon clicked on the link of the forum posts that was talking about it.

@_Dohyungotafatty (↑4599 ↓235)

↳ guys, have yall seen who’s been liking (Name)’s posts on Instagram??

Below the text was a collage of your Instagram posts on the band’s account. You and Yuki were the only ones that really posted selfies religiously. But it wasn’t the pictures that caught people’s attention.

No it was the fact that the account that seemed to like every single one of your selfies was no other than fucking Kim Ye-Jun.

You balked. You didn’t think he had a public Instagram account that didn’t belong to the company. Fuck, you should’ve checked!!! Of course an older group had more freedom than your own.

You couldn’t even try to assume it was someone else. The next reply to the post was someone clicking on the account and lo and behold, Ye-Jun’s face showed up in the accounts posts.

They even showed that the official band account was following him—as well as his other band members.

Yeah… that was him.

@BRkim_yejun — 589k followers, 6 following

The video checked his following and he was even following the band’s account. You groaned, rubbing the bridge of your nose in annoyance.

“He likes Yuki’s posts too right..? It’s not just me!” You muttered, scrolling to see the other accounts.

@junhoswhore (↑239 ↓26)

↳ if (Name) was a girl, netizens would’ve started a dating rumor ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

@jaesflatass (↑102 ↓34)

↳ he doesn’t even likes Yuki’s posts. He wants him so bad ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

@yukiwukii (↑20 ↓2)

↳ aren’t they alumnis from the same university??

@lovewonshiik (↑1020 ↓125)

↳ girl they’re college dropouts ㅋㅋㅋ

@_loveandfear (↑409 ↓89)

↳ Ye-Jun doesn’t even like his own members posts. He must really like Cho (Name). I wanna see them interact!!

@freakfundashi (↑2987 ↓3082)

↳ I wanna see them fuck on stage

“Okay that’s enough.” Dohyun suddenly said, grabbing Junho phone as he exited out of the forum. “You shouldn’t pay attention to them. They’re just weirdos. What does ‘Dohyun got a fatty’ even mean?”

Junho glanced over at you. You both tried to hold in your laughter.

“I’m not sure, Hyung. I can ask around.”

Dohyun shook his head. “I don’t think I even want to know. Anyway, do you know Kim Ye-Jun, (Name)-Ah? He seems to know you.”

“Yeah, why would you block the Black Rose account if you know him? You aren’t friends?”

You blushed slightly as you tried to come up with an excuse. “We.. we did go to the same college but I dropped out to pursue music. I lost contact with him after that! I wouldn’t even say we were friends.. we were just both music majors!”

Junho and Dohyun didn’t seem too convinced but they got the message that this was all you were going to tell them at the moment.

“If you do feel uncomfortable around him, I can block him, y’know? I want my maknae to be comfortable.” Junho said, leaning over to caress your cheek. You leaned into his touch and hummed in appreciation.

Ye-Jun’s words suddenly got to you. The hyung he was talking about had to be Junho. But you don’t remember ever being on his “dick.” You didn’t like Junho romantically. Besides, you were pretty sure him and Yuki had something going on despite their attempts of being discrete.

Won-Shik seemed to be the resident straight man of the band.

“Manager Nayoung can always speak to Black Rose’s manager and make them get Ye-Jun to back off as well. Just tell us, alright?” Dohyun said, rubbing your head.

You gave him a grin that wasn’t forced and cuddled closer to Junho’s touch. Ye-Jun would probably back off sooner or later. It wasn’t like you would have to see him again any time soon.

Oh how wrong you were.

❝ 매달려 봤는데 상처 발더러고 ❞

The memory is hazy by now, but you still remember the exact date, time, and weather when you first met Kim Ye-Jun.

November 3rd, 20XX. 5:30 pm. Heavy rain and scattered thunderstorms.

You had just came from school, wanting to just plop down on bed and cry. Your future uncertain with your parents refusal to allow you to try out at a company to pursue your dreams on being a musician.

Your umbrella was big, a bit hard to hold upright because of how old it was. There was a hole in it that allowed small drops of rain to drip on your shoulder. You couldn’t even afford to pay for a new one. The wind suddenly picked up just as you were getting to cross the street.

“Shit…!” Your grip loosened as the wind folded your umbrella upwards. It slipped from your grip and twirled across the crosswalk. You made the step to run after it until a hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you right back onto the curb.

A car breezed past you, splashing water over you and your savior. You coughed as the savior pressed you against their chest. They were saying something but it wasn’t hard to hear anything in the heavy rain.

You looked up, pushing away the wet hair that clung to your face. There he was: Kim Ye-Jun. A shaved head while dressed in a Korean military uniform. He looked young but you knew lots of boys your age that were going to do their Korean service before college to get it over with.

The first meeting hardly meant anything to Kim Ye-Jun while it meant everything to you. He released his grip on your waist and bent down to grab your backpack, handing it over to you.

Before you could even say anything else, he handed over his umbrella. You tried to refuse but he forced your hand open and wrapped it around the handle. You watched with wide eyes as he reached up and wiped something off your face before pulling away.

You were so happy that the rain hid the fact you were crying just a few minutes earlier. But judging by the soft smile he gave you, your red eyes must’ve given it away.

Your eyes flickered to his name tag just as he was leaving, sprinting away to what you assumed was the nearby convenience store.

❝ 김예준 ❞

You would see him again at your college welcoming party. He was also a freshman just like you despite being twenty years old. A few freshman teased him about it while he just laughed it off, saying they’re gonna wish they got their service over with.

You didn’t originally want to seek him out, worried he wouldn’t even remember you. But he ended up speaking to you first. Those first nine months you spent with him almost felt like a dream.

He wasn’t your first kiss but he was your first boyfriend, your first time, the first boy you believed you could spend a lifetime with.

But it seemed you were the only one who thought that.

“Cho (Name)? Is he your boyfriend or something? He’s so clingy with you.”

“I don’t know how you do it! He acts so childish, it’s gross. Just because you’re gay doesn’t mean you need to act like a fag. I’m gay and I act fucking normal.”

“Does he even know about the band you got accepted in? Whenever I see you guys interact, it’s literally all about him! He hardly lets you speak.”

You expected Ye-Jun to say something in your defense.

“Yeah… He’s clingy. I didn’t expect him to be when we started hanging out.”

“—Hanging out? You’re not even dating him? You’re fuck buddies?”

“Well it’s only been nine months. We’ve only been fucking. He just whines a lot about his parents before I can even talk. The only way he stops is when we fuck.”

“Really? Why do you even keep him around?”

“Nine months is a long time, haha. It has to be sex, right??”

“He makes me feel good about myself. Plus he is cute despite how annoying he can be—”

“—How is he in bed? Whiny? Bet he’s a slut—”

You couldn’t take it anymore, walking away from the wall as you rubbed at your face. Fuck buddies. You were Kim Ye-Jun’s fuck buddy.

A bitter laugh left you as you pulled your phone, opening website you were on earlier. It was auditions for a new company. If Ye-Jun thought all you did was complain, you would show him you have drive.

You blocked his number and signed up for the audition, dropping out of school the next week. Your parents disowned you but you pushed through, staying at your aunt’s before you got the acceptance call.

It’s just a shame you had to see him again after four years.

ཆི❤︎ཆྀ

‘ COMEBACK ’ 러브카운다운 - Love’s Fool

After an intense music video recording, it was released three hours ago. It was your groups first comeback so to say you were nervous was an understatement. The music video was different from the debut’s sunshine and happy vibes from the single debut album.

This 1st mini album, named after the title track, was darker and certainly more depressing. Though it seemed the fans were eating it up. A few even saying they cried to the song.

You straightened your back as the hair stylist pulled at your hair. It was the first performance at a music show. Online so many fans were staying they were going to get the band its first music show win so you couldn’t help but feel giddy at the thought.

Switching the phone onto the camera, you held it up and smiled, taking a few pictures. You immediately posted them onto Instagram, choosing the ones where you looked the cutest. It was only a second before the first like came in.

@BRkim_yejun liked your post

You almost threw your phone. But that wasn’t the worst. He actually commented. In the past three months that’s he’s been religiously liking your posts, and only yours, he’s never commented on it.

@BRkim_yejun commented : 귀여워, 자기야… 셀키 더 찍어 주세요… 뽀뽀하고 싶어요 ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

Kiss?? You almost passed out as you reread his comment over and over again. You couldn’t believe he was asking for more selfies! You’re just happy he didn’t use “키스” as that would’ve been too romantic. But the nerve to call you jagiya was pissing you off. You haven’t been his baby in few years now!

@TheRealLoveCountdown responded : 꺼져

Sure, it’s petty to tell him to go away but you weren’t feeling generous to be nice right now. You turned off your phone and placed it on the table in front of you. The hair stylist had finally finished your hair as she walked away. Dohyun came up to you, smiling slightly.

“(Name)-Ah, you okay? That’s the first time he commented on your post right?”

“Yeah… But it’s fine, I told him to go away. Maybe he’ll listen.”

Dohyun only chuckled in response. He leaned down and wrapped his arms around you as he rubbed his cheek against yours. You giggled and basked in his warmth, sighing in relief.

But you couldn’t stop your mind from wandering about how Ye-Jun used to hug you just like this. Especially when you were slaving away on your assignments and he wanted you to take a break.

He’d press kisses on your neck before your cheek, inching close to your lips before pressing a wet slobbery kiss on your lips. Because that would always disgust you and make you chase after him to deliver another wet slobbery dog kiss on his cheeks.

Then he’d always hug you close on the couch and force you to watch tv. He’d always get you. And you’d always fall asleep in his arms.

“Are you method acting again? No one’s expecting us to cry on stage, dumbass.”

You flinched as a napkin taps at the edge of your eyes. You glanced over to see Young-Jae gently dapping the tears away before they have the chance to fall and ruin your makeup. Dohyun just tightens his hug and comfortingly rubbed your shoulders before pulling away.

“Thanks, Hyungie~!” You grinned, moving to pull Young-Jae into a hug that he swiftly dodged.

“You’re not messing up my outfit! Stay back!”

“Hyung… I want to hug you!!! Come here!!”

“Stay back, Cho (Name)!!!”

The performance was great if you had to toot your own horn. This was one of the first songs that you played the violin for entirely—the other time it was sort of a gimmick. You even had a violin solo with Junho’s keyboard.

Now it was wining down time. You took another selfie, even one with Won-Shik and Young-Jae. Young-Jae practically never posted so you usually forced him to join your selfies for his starving fans.

You tried to ignore the weird feeling in your heart when Ye-Jun didn’t immediately like your post. You didn’t care! Nope… You did not.

But you didn’t stop yourself as you typed in the Black Rose Instagram to check the account. You had unblocked a month ago at the request of Nayoung since it looked weird on your part when there’s no history between you and the band.

There wasn’t much pictures beside promotional material. Photos for their comeback. It was only five members, Ye-Jun as the leader but he wasn’t the oldest. You wondered if this was the band he was talking about back then.

@TheBlackRose

(블랙로즈) 4.9M Followers 6 Following

Six following? You clicked on it and sat up straight on the couch to see that the account was following Love Countdown! Though the fact they were so close to five million followers shocked you. They really were popular. Love Countdown only reached 320k followers just recently.

Did Ye-Jun make the account follow you? You tried to push away the giddy feeling in your chest. Deciding you had nothing to lose, you checked the band members account.

@BRpark_shion

(박시온) 518k Followers 5 following

@BRim_roha

(임로하) 538k followers 6 following

@BRseo_minji

(서민지) 515k followers 5 following

@BRhwang_hanbin

(황한빈) 529k followers 5 following

“Roha..?” You muttered, confused on why he was following the account as well.

“Who’s Roha?”

You jumped, looking up to see Yuki sitting down beside you. “Yuki Hyung! Ah.. I was just..”

“Snooping?” He chuckled, leaning over. “Im Roha? Oh, he’s cute.”

“Who’s cute?!” Junho suddenly asked, turning his head abruptly from his phone. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’re cuter, Junnie.” Yuki placated, snickering. “Very Kawaii.”

“Oh! Yuki, can you still teach me Japanese? I want to be confident in my pronunciation for our Japanese debut!” You asked, subtly trying to change the conversation.

“Yea.” He said, pushing back his overgrown bangs. “But I still want to know what you’re doing. I thought you hated Black Rose.”

“I do! I really hate them…”

“Or do you hate Kim Ye-Jun? Did he do something to you?”

You frowned. The word hate next to Ye-Jun’s name made you upset. Despite everything, you couldn’t hate him. Fuck, you were pathetic.

“He just… We just ended things badly. But it’s mostly my own fault. I thought we were something special—he didn’t think the same.”

Yuki blinked for a moment as if he was taking in your words. “Oh. You dated him?”

“Wha?! How’d you?!”

“What else could you have meant?” Yuki chuckled. “Do you wanna stay at Hyung’s tonight? We can have a movie marathon.”

You grinned, nodding your head. “Mhm. I would like that.”

The door to the dressing room opened as the next group to preform came in. Dohyun and the others had already gotten ready to leave so they moved to the side so the group could get ready. Much to your shock, it was the Black Rose.

Your eyes stopped on Roha. He was tall, slim, with dyed purple hair. Your body flinched when his eyes fell on yours and a grin pulled on his lips as he waved to you.

Roha looked so familiar but you just couldn’t put your finger on it. Was he from your university? It’s been five years at this point. You shook your head, deciding it wasn’t important.

You grabbed your bag and stood up, looking over at Junho. The others were already leaving.

“Junnie Hyung—”

“—Yes?”

“—Yeah?”

Your body froze as a voice was heard behind you. Junho looked up confused at who else would answer to your call. You didn’t even have to turn around to know who it was. Before Junho, you had called someone else “Junnie Hyung.”

Yeah, Kim Ye-Jun.

“You call him my name?” Ye-Jun suddenly said, walking right up in front of you. Your eyes quickly looked down. Embarrassment swirled in your stomach as you felt Junho’s and Ye-Jun’s eyes on you as they waited for you to speak.

You took a deep breath and managed to look up at him. “Yeah… he’s my hyung.. and his name is Junho. So, Junnie Hyung. You’re not the only man named Jun.”

Ye-Jun laughed, a smirk playing on his lips. “I don’t remember allowing you to do that. His name is Junho, yeah? So call him Junho Hyung.”

“Uhm,” Junho muttered, a look of confusion on his face. His brows furrowed as his lips pulled into a frown. “I don’t like how you’re speaking to my dongsaeng.”

“Dongsaeng?” Ye-Jun tilted his head before turning his attention back over to you. “Cute. That’s real cute. (Name)-Ah, my number hasn’t changed. I’ll be waiting, Jagiya.”

He gave a slight nod at Junho before walking away to join his members to get his hair and makeup down. Junho looked more confused than angry as he glanced over at you.

“Jagiya?”

You blushed. “He’s just.. teasing me! Yeah.. he didn’t mean it.”

A tap on your shoulder caught your attention. You looked over to see Roha grinning at you.

“(Name), my number is the same as well, okay? Talk to you later.” Roha lovingly patted your head before walking away.

Junho blinked. “Wow. I thought you didn’t know anyone in Black Rose.”

“Me neither…”

You were so fucking screwed.

Why was your heart beating so fast?

❝ 진지하진 않잖아 가벼운 간보기잖아 ❞

You unblocked him. Mainly because you had no back bone. You laid on Yuki’s bed, wondering if you should text first. Yuki had some Jpop song playing as he folded up his laundry. He had dumped it on his bed a few days ago but didn’t really do it until you were now gonna stay the night.

“Is it normal to still have feelings for your ex..? Oh well, ex fuck buddy.”

“Yeah. If you really loved him.” Yuki said, muttering something to himself in Japanese before putting away the last of his clothes. He turned off his music and sat down on the bed.

You frowned and sat up. “I’m so confused. He hurt me. He.. He said I complained too much. I was clingy… I didn’t let him speak in our relationship. Said I only shut up when he fucked me…”

“Maybe he was right. Maybe you weren’t the best boyfriend.”

“What?”

Yuki gave you a small smile. “Even if you weren’t, he should’ve talked to you. He should’ve told you instead of bad mouth you to your friends. And.. maybe you should’ve spoken to him about how you were feeling instead of just ghosting him.”

“I… Well he embarrassed me in front of his friends.”

“He was wrong for that. But how can a relationship work if you let one problem ruin it?”

You frowned. Yuki was making sense and you didn’t necessarily want that right now.

“You don’t have to get back with him. He did hurt you. Not everyone can forgive something like that. But how old were you when you dated him?”

“Eighteen…”

“First ever relationship?”

“Mhm…”

“Well, I hope in those five years you know that you can’t just go silent during a relationship problem. You had the right to cuss him out but to also see if you could fix the problem he was feeling.”

“Man… I was hoping you would’ve just let me complain. I didn’t want this philosophical shit.”

Yuki grinned. “You should’ve went to Won-Shik Hyung if you wanted to complain. Do you want to text him?”

You glanced over at your phone, sighing. “Maybe.. But he was acting really weird before we left. He got mad at Junho Hyung because I called him Junnie Hyung.”

Yuki smirked. “He’s just jealous. Then he really does still like you. Wah, you have yourself a possessive boyfriend.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” You whined, biting your lip.

“He probably doesn’t think that way. I’ll pick the movie while you text your honey.”

You glared at Yuki but still grabbed your phone, staring at the contact of Kim Ye-Jun. It still had a heart on the name. The name proudly written in as “주니형.” You exited out of his contact and went to look at the other blocked numbers you had. It was mostly spam until a familiar named showed up.

Im Suyoung.

Im…

A gasp left your lips. Suyoung was Ye-Jin’s friend, they were practically brothers. You had gotten close to Suyoung by association but soon felt as if he was the big brother you never had. There was a distant memory you had when he said he wanted to change his name to something cooler.

Roha.

Ah. You unblocked his number and saw the loads of messages that didn’t end up going through to you. It had stopped four years ago. But before, it was loads of them asking where you were, if you’re okay, if something had happened to you.

The last message made you laugh at how stupid it was.

↳ Ye-Jun’s worried. He’s going crazy over a nine month relationship, what did you do to him? ㅎㅎ He’s gonna find you one day, (Name)-Ah, be ready.

Find you? Be ready? What the hell was Ye-Jun gonna do to you? You were mainly shocked that he was even going crazy over you being gone. Why would he care when he himself said you were “hanging out?”

You sighed, sending a quick message to Roha to tell him he’s unblocked. Your fingers moved on their own and you found yourself on Ye-Jun’s contact. The profile picture was of him and you, faces pressed together as you grinned at the camera while Ye-Jun looked as if he was mid grimace, eyes squeezed shut from the flash.

You scrolled up to five years ago, to the day you had blocked him. It was tamed for a moment until Ye-Jun seemed to notice his texts weren’t going through.

It was panic after that. Multiple texts with spams if you’re dead, if you’re okay, that he’s freaking out. You couldn’t help but laugh. It felt surreal to see this side of him. After a few months, he only kept sending hello, as if checking everyday to see when you’d unblock him.

A few times he’d type a message. Asking if you ate, if you’re doing okay wherever you are. The next year, he started sending pictures. It was of him and the band. He was talking about how nervous he was being the leader.

Ye-Jun never took selfies, he hated pictures which was why most pictures of him he had a grimace or frown.

But the ones he was sending you, he smiled. Well, as best as he could. It looked forced but you still felt giddy that he was trying.

You scrolled through the messages until finding one on the day of the festival at the university.

↳ you didn’t move on, right? You wouldn’t move on, Jagiya… put cream on the bite marks, I don’t want you to scar. Don’t get so close to that bean pole with the fried hair again, okay? It made me upset ㅠㅠ

↳ you know how to piss me off, Jagi. I wanna keep you locked up so you won’t ever run away from me again. Hah, Love Countdown is a cute name. I wish I went to your debut performance. I think I’m insane at this point, Jagi. Nine month relationship and I’m acting like this ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

↳ it’s weird, I liked seeing you cry. Back then, when that bastard called you a slut I almost killed him ㅋㅋ … I like putting you in your place. If it’s just an act, it’s okay right?

“Back then… Did he… Did he defend me after I left?” You whispered, shame suddenly rose in your heart.

“Hm?” Yuki asked, looking back over at you.

“Nothing… Nothing. Did you find the movie?”

“Not yet.”

You scrolled down, the rest of the messages going back to being little tidbits on his day to date life. It wasn’t until you made it to today that you tried to read what he sent.

↳ Junnie Hyung to another man? Jagi, are you trying to piss me off??? I’ve been staying calm these past for months when all I’ve wanted to do was drag you home and punish you for abandoning me for five years

↳ don’t do that again… you are always mine, no man should be touching you again like he did. I don’t know what made you leave me, but I hope you know I’m never letting you out of my sight ever again

↳ …Those pants you wore on stage were nice. can you buy your own pair, Jagiya? I wanna tear them off you.

↳ you unblocked me?

A gasp left your lips. What the fuck? How did he already know that? You watched as he began typing, the three dots causing unnecessary panic in your heart.

↳ Did you eat?

Huh? You waited to see if he’d send anything else but he didn’t. It took a moment but you soon replied with a sort yes. The anxiety was building within you and you wanted to just block him again. But your heart wanted him back. Even if the messages he was sending you were insane to the normal person.

It was radio silence before he sent a picture.

It was of him in what you could assume was his bedroom. He was lying on his bed and an LED light illuminated his face. His hair messy while a slight smile pulled on his lips. You couldn’t help but smile.

You wanted to ask about that day. If maybe after you left, he realized he wanted you. That maybe he just didn’t know how to word his feelings properly.

But you felt as if it would be better in person. So, you did what you thought was the best response. You sent a selfie to him, making sure to smile.

It didn’t even take a minute before he started sending hearts. He usually never reacted like this before whenever you sent selfies. Did he change when you were gone?

Roha was right. He did go insane when you left him.

“Found the movie. You better leave before you even think about sexting him.” Yuki suddenly said, laying down on the bed.

You blushed. “What?! I wasn’t going to sext him!!”

Though you were feeling giddy at the thought of being close to him again. You couldn’t help but feel a bit worried about how… odd Ye-Jun was acting.

He really did change. And you weren’t sure if it was for the better.

❝ 이러면 안 되는데 머리론 아는데 ❞

It had only been a week and you had kept a small conversation going with Ye-Jun—he texted you every morning and night. He was more confident as well. Leading to the incident that happened a few days ago.

Black Rose had won on the fan voting for the music show win. Everyone on stage was clapping as Black Rose came to the center to grab the reward. You and your band mates were close so you were right in arms reach when Ye-Jun came over to you.

“Thanks to all of our fans for voting. I’m happy I get to make my dongsaeng proud with our twentieth music show win on our four year anniversary.” Ye-Jun said, wrapping his arms around your waist as he pulled you close.

He kept his attention on the camera recording him. “Please send some love to my dongsaeng’s group, Love Countdown!” He squeezed you tightly before pressing a quick peck on your cheek, earning yells from the crowd.

Your band mates, and Black Rose themselves, looked absolutely shocked to say the least.

Including Korean forums not even a day later.

@_Dohyungotafatty (↑645 ↓320)

↳ dongsaeng my ass.. they fucking ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

@jaesflatass (↑236 ↓67)

↳ he wanted to call him Jagiya so bad…

@junhoswhore (↑127 ↓378)

↳ I know skinship is normal but I’ve never wanted to kiss my homies

@_loveandfear (↑564 ↓24)

↳ you not a real homie then. I love kissing my boys good night. Tongue action too

@yukiwukii (↑764 ↓203)

↳ he’s so gay, i wanna call him the f slur ㅠㅠ

@lovewonshiik (↑389 ↓27)

↳ college drop out and gay, pick a struggle ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

@freakfundashi (↑386 ↓867)

↳ everyday I get closer to seeing Cho (Name) get creampied on stage

@_Dohyungotafatty (↑433 ↓189)

↳ you’re insane ㅎㅎ but Cho (Name) is definitely the bottom

@jaesflatass (↑330 ↓219)

↳ Kim Ye-Jun makes Cho (Name) bounce on his cock… wonder if it’s big ㅎㅎㅎ

@freakyfundashi (↑3980 ↓340)

↳ I have fanfics of them on AO3. Here’s my username ******

“Is Kim Ye-Jun your boyfriend or something? He keeps commenting on your posts.” Young-Jae asked, sitting down beside you on the couch. You glanced up from your phone and shook your head, blushing slightly.

“What are you even talking about? Kim Ye-Jun is just my seonbae. Don’t be so rude, Hyung.”

“Rude? Look at this.” Young-Jae pulled up on your more recent selfies, one you literally took not even an hour ago. It was of you in the fitting room, getting dressed in a fluffy white sweater and white trousers.

Today the band was doing a photoshoot for your upcoming Japanese debut.

@BRkim_yejun commented : 나는 너를 먹고 싶어…!! 왜 그렇개 귀여워? ㄷㄷ

“Dude, he likes you. He literally called you cute,” Young-Jae said, shaking his head. “If you were a girl, knets would’ve exploded with dating rumors already.”

@BRim_roha replied : 죽을래, 새끼야!!! GET OFF YOUR PHONE AND PICK UP THE PEN!!!

@BRpark_shion replied : 떨 떨?? I’ll give you something to tremble about

@BRseo_minji replied : IM GETTING MY ASS BEAT BECAUSE YOU WANNA GET YOUR DICK WET?!?

@BRhwang_hanbin replied : don’t you guys think you’re as weird as him for spamming the Instagram account? Everyone can see this, you stupid fucks.

Young-Jae looked over at you. “His band mates are as equally as insane. They deserve each other.” He turned off his phone and placed it on the coffee table in front of you both.

You only forced a tight grin. “They’re just eccentric people. Though Roha Hyung wasn’t like this back in university.”

“Hyung? You call Im Roha Hyung but not Kim Ye-Jun? Special treatment.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“I heard that.”

You and Young-Jae sat up straight as Dohyun walked over to you both. He shook his head in disapproval before pulling out his phone. Your gaze flickered over to Young-Jae to see him ogling Dohyun. It wasn’t shocking. Dohyun was in a cropped t shirt once again with tight jeans.

Someone on the stylist team wanted to fuck Dohyun so bad at this point.

“Anyway,” Dohyun muttered, frowning at a text message he read before turning his attention over to you and Young-Jae. “The company is holding a birthday party after this for Manager Nayoung. Make sure to come.”

You gave him a quick thumbs up, “course, Hyungie~!”

“Yeah I’ll be there.” Young-Jae muttered.

“To stare at your ass.” You coughed out, earning a swift glare from Young-Jae.

Dohyun raised an eyebrow. “Stare at my slacks? When did you start using the work slacks, Jae-Ah? I can give you the website I buy them from.” He said, smiling.

Young-Jae sighed. “Sure…”

You gave a comforting pat on Young-Jae’s shoulder. Poor guy.

Party. You couldn’t help but briefly wonder if he’d be there…

❝ 거기 멈춰 줄래 빠지기 싫어 싫어 싫어 ❞

The party, of course, was nothing big. Manager Nayoung had asked for something small and chill. So the DJ was playing more 90s and 2000s Kpop. You were glued to Young-Jae for the most part until he got too drunk, somehow, and had to be taken home by Dohyun.

Won-Shik was being weirdly flirty with the older female staff who were enjoying his attention.

Yuki was somewhere, you remembered him saying he wanted to speak to someone.

That just left you and Junho together. You leaned closer to him and sighed, glancing up at him. Junho was staring straight ahead, watching the older people dance as much as their bones could handle before his eyes flickered down to you.

A soft smile spread on his lips. “Enjoying the party?”

“It’s cool.” You giggled. “I know how old people party now.”

“Hey, don’t judge. This is gonna be you in a couple of years. Just you wait.”

You snuggled closer and hummed, reaching up to wipe something off Junho’s cheek. Junho leaned in closer so you didn’t have to stand up on your toes to reach him. It was only a second, just a split second to where it almost looked like you kissed him when an hand grabbed your arm.

A shocked wince left your throat as you looked over to see who your aggressor was.

“Kim Ye-Jun? You were invited?” Junho asked, his eyebrows furrowing at the sight of him.

Ye-Jun’s upper lip was pulled into a snarl as he glared at Junho but turned his attention over to you. “What did I tell you, Cho (Name)? Did you forget?”

“What..? I’m just talking to Junnie Hyung…?” You whispered, glad that you were all in the corner of the party so no eyes could see this altercation.

“Excuse me?” Ye-Jun tilted his head, his eyes narrowing as he leaned close to you. His hand tightened its grip on your arm. You felt an odd sense of dread as you shut your mouth, staring up at him with wide eyes.

Junho reached over and grabbed your free arm, tugging you back over. “Yah, I don’t know who you think you are, but I’m not going to allow you to manhandle my dongsaeng. Speak to him nicely.”

“Who I think I am?” Ye-Jun turned his attention over to Junho, standing up tall to look straight in the eye. Junho was only two inches taller than Ye-Jun but was carrying more muscle mass in comparison.

It wasn’t even that Ye-Jun didn’t have muscle. Junho was just a bit too buff for his own good.

You knew deep down in your heart Junho would certainly win the fight but judging by how unhinged Ye-Jun has been… you wouldn’t put it past him to act dirty.

“Junho Hyung…” You whispered, catching his attention. “It’s okay… I’ll talk to him in private.”

“I don’t think it’s smart to be alone with him.”

Ye-Jun scoffed. “Why? And you’re safer?”

“Yeah, I am. You haven’t been in his life for five years and only had him for nine months. What claim do you really have over him, Kim Ye-Jun? Do you really know him? Do you know Cho (Name)?”

You balked, wondering how Junho knew that but realized Yuki must’ve mentioned it in passing. It makes sense, Yuki told Junho everything. You should’ve been a bit angry at that but couldn’t help but be happy that Junho was indirectly speaking what you felt deep down inside.

Why was Ye-Jun so set on keeping you as if you’d known him for years?

Ye-Jun’s jaw clinched. “I know how it feels to be without him.” You looked over at him as he tightened his grip on your arm. “And I’m not going through that again.”

“You’re being pretty selfish, Kim Ye-Jun. Did you not even make him your boyfriend? You only realized how much you came to love him when he left?” Junho released your arm, frowning slightly.

“I am selfish. I never said I wasn’t. I want him for myself. It just took for him daring to leave me to truly realize that I can’t be without him.”

“Uhm.” You squeaked out, causing the two men to look down at you. Gosh, it felt so awkward being shorter than them that you only reached their chests. “I’ll be okay… Just let me talk to him so we can resolve our issue.”

Junho sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Okay. You’re an adult. Call me if he does anything.”

You glanced over at Ye-Jun, seeing a slight smirk tugging on his lips. Can’t have him think you’re crawling back so easily.

“Thanks, Junnie Hyung!” You grinned, enjoying the sight of Ye-Jun’s smirk dropping in a millisecond. “I’ll have you on speed dial!”

Once you got the okay from Junho, Ye-Jun practically dragged you out of the building. You waved goodbye to Junho before trying to make Ye-Jun slow down.

Maybe Junho is right.

Kim Ye-Jun doesn’t seem safe in the slightest

❝ 단지 너의 외로움을 단래긴 싫거든 ❞

“A hotel? What? Am I not worthy enough to enter your home?” You laughed, allowing Ye-Jun to push you inside the hotel room. The room was fancier than anything you were used to. Black Rose must be making money.

Ye-Jun slammed the door shut behind him. He tugged off his jacket and tossed it on the ground, his feet heavy as he walked over to you.

“I didn’t take you home because I didn’t want to bother Roha with your screaming.” He said, grabbing your waist.

You blushed, staring up at him with wide eyes. “Screaming? You’re overly confident… Who’s to say I was going to sleep with you?”

Ye-Jun didn’t answer, leaning down as he began pressing kisses against your neck. You whimpered. Your hands gripping at his shirt as he nipped and bit at your skin.

“I don’t need to be confident. I know your body. I know I’m the only one who gets it.” His hands reached down and tugged at your shirt. You stared at him before raising your arms, letting him take off your shirt.

You tried to ignore the hungry look he gave you as he practically clawed at your jeans. Your voice was barely above a whisper, as if you were a bit too nervous to say it. “You act like you’re the only man that’s fucked me.”

His body froze, his eyes narrowing in on your face. You couldn’t help the cockiness that began to build within you at the look on his face.

“What? It was five years. Did you really think I was going to turn celibate because my first ever boyfriend… no, first ever fuck buddy allowed his friends to call me a slut? When asked what you liked about me, all you said was that I made you feel good about yourself.”

Ye-Jun’s eyebrows furrowed as he pulled away, tilting his head as if he was thinking about what you were saying. You sighed, rolling your eyes.

“You forgot? Forgot that you wouldn’t even call me your boyfriend? That I was annoying?!” You couldn’t help yourself, the past anger beginning to bubble up, ready to spill out. “Did those nine months mean anything to you? Or was I… was I just romanticizing our relationship?”

You sighed, rubbing your head. Your throat burned. Shit, were you really about to cry?

A laugh caught your attention as you looked up at Ye-Jun. “You’re laughing…?” You whispered, eyes widening. “You’re laughing after I just poured my heart out?!”

Ye-Jun hummed nonchalantly, tugging off his own shirt. “Yeah. You left me for that? For five years I thought I did something wrong but it was just you getting emotional.”

“Getting emotional?! Yah, Kim Ye-Jun—!”

“—Cho (Name).” His voice sharp. “That day, November 3rd, when I first saw you—I thought you were cute but stupid. Who would run head first into a busy intersection for a stupid umbrella? It was my luck that when I finished my service and you were at my university.”

The calm atmosphere around Ye-Jun made you feel uneasy as you watched him pull off his bracelet. He looked over at you and grinned.

“That first day I got to truly know you, I thought you were the most selfish annoying little shit ever. Me, Me, Me. That’s all you talked about—didn’t ask me any questions about myself.”

You frowned, throat tightening as you tried to fight back the tears welling in your eyes.

“But you know what made me come back? Guess, Jagi.”

“Sex…?”

“Jagiya… Don’t sell yourself so short.” Ye-Jun laughed, shaking his head. His hand reached over and grabbed the belt hoops of your jeans, pulling you flushed against his chest. You let out a shocked gasp. “I saw you. Outside at the college park, crying your eyes out. You looked so cute.”

You shuddered, glancing down as you felt his hand move to your button, pulling it loose.

“You saw me and then immediately ran over to me. Jumped into my arms without even asking me and just cried, begging for comfort.” Ye-Jun chuckled as if he was remembering the moment. “I almost pushed you off but you were cute… So cute. I liked seeing your face ruined with tears.”

“I don’t understand.” You whispered, unable to stop him as he slowly pulled down your zipper.

“I wanted you after seeing you cry and cling onto me. I’ll be honest, I was going to stop seeing you after we first fucked. But then you suddenly said I was your first time… that you didn’t want any other man to touch you.” He laughed. “But you didn’t seem to keep that promise, did you?”

Ye-Jun pushed you onto the bed, grabbing your jeans as he pulled them off. You whimpered, unable to move as you watch him stand tall over you. A small smirk pulled on his lips.

“Everyday, you practically threw yourself at me. So cute and innocent. Whiny in bed as you begged me to fuck you. Slowly you ruined me, Jagiya. I liked how overly dependent you were on me.”

A strangled gasp left your lips as the sound of fabric tearing filled the room. You looked down to see Ye-Jun’s hands tearing open your boxers, creating a hole right at your ass. It was practically ruined.

“I didn’t think at first to make us ‘official.’ My mistake, huh? I didn’t think you’d run off so quickly without speaking to me just because of other people.” His hand gripped at your thighs. “When you didn’t immediately text me back I knew something was wrong. But I tried to think that it’d be good to not have you up under me.”

He laughed, looking down at you. “It was lonely. The first night without you made me never want to be alone again. But you left me alone for five years. Jagiya, did you not think about how I’d feel?”

“But… You didn’t…”

“Didn’t what? Defend you? Is that what you want from me? To be your knight? I’ll be him. Anything to make you stay.”

You gasped, clutching the bedsheets as you’re suddenly flipped onto your stomach, back arched. It was silent for a moment before you felt something cool coat your ass. Your body flinched, a pained whimper leaving your throat.

“Who was it?”

“H..Huh..? Ngh!” You cried out, feeling two fingers sink inside your hole. There was no build up or even a second for you to get used to it. Ye-Jun began to pump his finger in and out, using his free hand to deliver a smack to your ass.

“Who was it? Yang Junho? Did he get to touch you?”

“N..No! No, never..!” You whined, crying at the repeated thrusting against your prostate. The fact he was able to find it so easily scared you. Why could he remember stuff about you after five years?

“Then who, Jagi?”

“Ngh…! It… Mmh!! Ah… Hah.. Y..Young-Jae Hyung…”

“Lee Young-Jae..?” Ye-Jun whispered, his thrusting suddenly slowing down. “You had sex with him?”

“Mhm…” You whined, missing the feeling despite the tears threatening to fall. “We.. We were bored during our trainee years and we couldn’t date so we just became fuck buddies for about a year or so.. Ngh.. We stopped when we met Dohyun Hyung because Jae Hyung caught feelings for him…”

“Only him?”

“…Uhm…”

“Jagi.”

“No… I… I slept with someone after that. But then I couldn’t do it anymore because I got so busy with our debut.”

“Who?”

“You wouldn’t know him. Why do you even care? You probably slept with people during these five years!”

Ye-Jun chuckled. “Mhm. I didn’t. Well, I tried at least.” His finger slipped out of your ass, both hands now spreading you open. “But no one could compare to the pretty face you make whenever you cum on my cock.”

You gasped as you were forced back onto your back and dragged so your lower half of your body hung off the bed. Ye-Jun tilted his head as he drank you on, a slow smile creeping on his lips.

“I missed see you like this. Scared and complainant to my touch. You didn’t fight me at all, Cho (Name). You still want me, don’t you?”

Your hands gripped at the bedsheets as you turned your head to the side, clamping your eyes shut. He only laughed.

“Keep pretending you hate me. I heard sex feels good with hate.” The sound of the zipper and his belt buckle made you flinch, legs instinctively clamping together. You were scared but made no real attempt to move away.

A strangled gasp left your throat as he began to slowly thrust inside of you. It had been up to a year at this point—you almost forgot how much it hurts the first time. Forgot about how big he was.

Ye-Jun groaned, his hands reached up to grab your wrists as he brought them together over your stomach. “Mhm. You still feel so good, Jagiya. How can I live without this?”

You whimpered, eyes shut tight as you feel tears threatening to fall. It was silent for a moment. Your hole repeatedly clenching around his cock as you tried to get used to the feeling. Just as you were about to feel just a smidge of calmness, Ye-Jun slammed into you.

The sound of skin slapping filled the room in tandem with your hiccuped gasps. Tears were freely flowing as your lips parted, trying to say something. You couldn’t even remember what you were going to say.

Your toes curled as the repeated thrusting got you to finally open your eyes and glance down.

Ye-Jun looked downright sinful. His gaze never left your face as his hips slammed into your ass. Hands tightening around your wrists. A smirk pulled on his lips when he noticed you were finally paying attention to him.

“You really are so cute.” He muttered, a crazed look in his eyes as he took you in. “You’re crazy for trying to deprive me of you, Cho (Name). I shouldn’t have let you leave so easily.”

“Ngh… Wh..! Mhm, you act… hah.. act like you could’ve stopped me..!” You managed to finally speak, though it was short lived when his cock finally grazed against your prostate. Ye-Jun moved his hands so only one held both your wrists while the other held your right leg up.

“Oh, you’re still able to talk.” He said, completely ignoring your comment. “Can’t have that.”

He pulled out, much to your dismay, and released his grip on your body. You looked at him with wide eyes, tears staining your face as you wondered what he was going to do. Ye-Jun hummed as he maneuvered you to rest on your stomach once more.

You grunted at the force. “Stop…! Manhandling me!” You whined.

Ye-Jun ignored you again, forcing you to bend your knees on the bed so he could force your ass up high. His hand slipped underneath your boxers and gripped the band. You wondered if he was going to finally just take them off when he thrusted his cock inside your slick hole.

A stuttered high pitched gasp left your throat as he began to repeatedly slam his hips against your ass. He tugged at the hand of boxers, forcing your body to move back on his cock whenever you attempted to pull away just for a second of clarity.

It was repeated attacks on your prostate. The squelching from the lube and the sounds of skin slapping together with the sound of your high pitched moans filled the hotel room. Shit, you were so sure you would be getting a complaint tomorrow.

“I have so many things I want to do to you, Jagiya. To make up for lost time. Because you aren’t ever leaving me again. But I’ll be nice tonight… You have a Japanese debut to prepare for.”

You only whimpered, trying to form some type of words but could only rest your head against the bed.

“But after, I’m going to make you feel the pain you made me feel when you left me for those five years. What happened at the festival was only a taste.”

Ye-Jun delivered a harsh smack to your ass as you let out a shocked gasp. You couldn’t think clearly anymore—just babbling nonsense as your cock rubbed against the bedsheets dejectedly.

You were so close… You hoped Ye-Jun would be kind enough to let you cum tonight.

It seems your prayers were answered as a hand suddenly wrapped itself around your cock. A appreciative mewl escaped you as he began to pump your cock in sync with his thrusting.

The pleasure became too much as a long cry left you as your body began to slump. Your cock squirted against the covers, messing up your stomach in the process. But Ye-Jun didn’t stop, he continued fucking you despite your whines of overstimulation.

His grunting got louder as his hand gripped your ass. You gasped when he slammed deep inside one last time, hips flushed against your ass you began to feel something hot coat your inner walls.

He didn’t wear a condom… You hadn’t even noticed. This was the first time you ever had sex without a condom. Your first ever creampie.

Of course, Kim Ye-Jun was the one to do it.

Your body slumped against the bed, falling onto your side as he pulled out. You couldn’t even complain, too tired to do anything beside sleep.

Ye-Jun leaned over your body and leaned down, pressing a kiss on your cheek. “Don’t sleep yet. You can’t sleep on the sheets.” He wrapped his arms around your legs and upper body, easily lifting you up.

You were in and out as he got a bath ready. Your eyes fluttering close just as he lowered you into the water. He flicked your forehead, jolting you awake as you whined.

“Wha…tsthatfor?” You whispered.

“You can’t fall asleep. I don’t want you to drown in the bath.”

You must’ve ended up falling asleep anyway because you awoke on the bed, dressed in a fluffy white bathrobe. It was dark in the room, only a little light shining through the cracks of the shades from the street lamps.

A hand tightened its grip on your waist as you looked over, seeing Ye-Jun’s face buried in your neck as he clung to your body. You managed to free one hand and reached over to check your messages on your phone.

Roha Hyung

↳ make sure that homosexual is back by 10 am, we have practice in the morning

Jun Jun Hyung

↳ Are you safe? Please make sure you’re safe. Text me in the morning.

Ki Ki Hyung

↳ when did you leave? Are you okay? You better be in your room by 8 am when I visit

Dohyunie Hyung

↳ please don’t come home until after 10 am!!!!! Stay in my room tonight!! PleSjheja!!!

Wonnie Hyung

↳ was I the only one that didn’t know Yuki and Junho are fucking?!? wtf??? Am I only the one who likes girls in this damn band?!??

Jae Hyung

↳ !!!! DOHYUN HYUNG IS SUCKING MY DICK!!!!

↳ IM SO FUCKING HIS ASS TONIGHT!!!!

↳ anyway don’t come home, we’re gonna fuck all night ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

You shut your phone off and gently placed it back on the nightstand. You’d deal with that mess in the morning.

Your body shifted as you glanced down at Ye-Jun.

Surely you didn’t think he was serious. He couldn’t be this obsessed with you after nine months.

Right?

Poor, naive Cho (Name).

❝ 시작해 버린 순간 못 헤어나올 걸 아니까 ❞

He thought he was seeing things that day.

Love Countdown’s Cho (Name). You stood right there in front of him. He almost ran over to you and hugged you so tight, hoping it wasn’t just a dream. You looked so cute with those heart freckles.

He didn’t think you’d debut in a band. He didn’t remember anything about you being able to play any instrument.

Roha would tell him of course he didn’t. He only knew you for nine months. That wasn’t enough time to get to know someone that well. Especially someone like you who seemed unable to talk about anything besides your family drama or love for Ye-Jun.

Ye-Jun almost thought you just looked oddly similar to his (Name). Until Lee Young-Jae called your name. Until he saw how you looked at him with fear but also some type of love? Like you also wanted to just run into his arms.

No matter.

He was used to having total control of the relationship. He should’ve never allowed you to just take control so suddenly. You broke the relationship without even talking to him.

He’d get you back. No matter what. Because you were his.

Even if you didn’t know that.

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❝ 점점 멈추기 힘들어 갈 수록 중독돼 ❞

…. Don’t make fun of me, this wasn’t supposed to be so long lmfao. Anyway don’t even ask, I’ll be using Ye-Jun again and make a part two in future. He’s too toxic to pass up on

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Translations:

ㅎㅎㅎ (하하하) — hahaha

ㅋㅋㅋㅋ (크크크크) — LOL

ㄷ ㄷ (떨딸) — trembling

❝ 목이 메어 ❞ — my throat is tight

❝ 매달려 봤는데 상처 발더러고 ❞ — I clung onto that person, and I ended up getting hurt

귀여워, 자기야… 셀키 더 찍어 주세요… 뽀뽀하고 싶어요 ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ — cute, baby. Please take more selfies!! I wanna kiss you, lolol

❝ 진지하진 않잖아 가벼운 간보기잖아 ❞ — you’re not being serious, it’s just a test, isn’t it?

❝ 이러면 안 되는데 머리론 아는데 ❞ — I shouldn’t be like this, I know in my mind

나는 너를 먹고 싶어…!! 왜 그렇개 귀여워? ㄷㄷ — I wanna eat you. Why are you so cute? *shaking*

죽을래, 새끼야!!! — do you wanna die, son of a bitch (this is where sae kki ya came from)

❝ 거기 멈춰 줄래 빠지기 싫어 싫어 싫어 ❞ — please stop right there, I don’t don’t don’t want to fall for you

❝ 단지 너의 외로움을 단래긴 싫거든 ❞ — I don’t only want to soothe your loneliness

❝ 시작해 버린 순간 못 헤어나올 걸 아니까 ❞ — because from the moment it starts, I know I can’t break free

❝ 점점 멈추기 힘들어 갈 수록 중독돼 ❞ — it’s getting harder to stop, I’m getting more addicted to you