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🌊 ೃ‧₊◜ sea may rise, sky may fall chapter II

pairing: lee know x f!reader x han jisung

summary: backstory, jisung is introduced to the crew, the captain and minho have a moment

word count: 7.2k words

warnings: mentions of parent death and pet death (the latter only briefly); attempts at sexual assault; murder; mental health and trauma; nothing graphic! but please be mindful of these warnings!

author's note: aksjdahs thank you so much for all the love on chapter I!!! I swear, this is just the beginning. there is so much more to come. without further ado, have some backstory (check warnings!), jisung meeting the crew, and dramatic man apocalypse minho.

this series is 🔞, so minors, please DNI

series masterlist // skzms masterlist

< chapter I - chapter III (coming march 22, 3pm CET) ->

When you were born, you didn’t cry. They had pulled you from your wailing mother’s womb, and your mouth had stayed stubbornly closed. The midwives had whisked you away in a panic, away from your sobbing mother, into the adjoining room, where they watched you blink up at them and prodded at your slowly purpling cheeks until finally, you had opened your tiny little mouth, your eyes turning into tiny little crescents, and screamed. You often wonder if that was the first time you were the reason for your own downfall, the first time your own actions separated you from those you loved, setting the tone for the rest of your life.

When you were nine, you forgot to give your father your lucky necklace when he left for the sea, and he never returned. For years, you kept the necklace pinned to the wall right next to your bed, where it would be the first thing you saw when you woke up and the last thing you saw before you went to sleep. It was a reminder, a warning to yourself. You never wanted to let yourself forget that you were the reason your father was likely dead at the bottom of the sea.

When you were eleven, your mother remarried. Some rich man she had met she never told you where, and when you were twelve, your ‘new father’, as he called himself, got you a puppy. You called him Davy, like Davy Jones. When you were 14, he killed your puppy in front of your eyes as a punishment for breaking a vase you didn’t even break. You saw the maid bump into it while dusting. He made sure you knew that this death, too, was all your fault. That day was the first time the kraken appeared.

The kraken lived in your chest. It was a hideous creature, slimy and much too big for the space it occupied, so much so that every time it would try to stretch and move, you could feel it, pushing your heart to the side, pressing against your ribcage until you thought it would pop, slimy tentacles reaching up into your throat until you felt like you could no longer breathe. It was also angry. Always angry. It would thrash around, throwing itself against the confines of its bone prison so hard you wondered if one day it would crack ribs. Sometimes it would try to climb out of your throat, blocking your airways until you couldn’t breathe any more, and you could taste the bilious slime of it, nearly making you wretch.

Nonetheless, as with everything, after a while, you got used to its presence.

When you were 15, your mother died. One day, she didn’t appear at breakfast and the man you were forced to call ‘father’ didn’t even make an attempt at pretending he was looking for her. They found her that night, beaten to death in an alley. You hoped she didn’t suffer. You tried to swallow your suffering, protect it from you knew not what. The kraken became a constant companion, writhing in your chest, day and night, getting more violent, more unpredictable, more terrifying every day.

When you were 16, your ‘father’ tried to rape you in your sleep, and you stabbed him 25 times. Technically, it was the first blood you had ever drawn, though when it stained your hands, you could feel the ghosts of your father, of your mother, of Davy in its almost preternatural heat. Nevertheless, you couldn’t get yourself to feel remorse. This was the one death that you did not mind on your ledger. The kraken, too, seemed to like the blood.

Afterwards, you stood up, half-heartedly scrubbed his blood off your hands, packed a bag, leaving your father’s lucky necklace hanging on the bedpost, walked to the shore and enlisted with the first crew you found.

You got lucky with that crew, the captain of which had a daughter himself, somewhere far away. You still believe to this day that he’d seen right through you that cold November night, when you had walked up with only a bag and nothing else in the world, unheeding of the cold or the hollers of random men around you. He barely asked questions, you barely answered, but what you did answer, seemed to satisfy him. He took you on, provided you with your own cabin with a lock and key, and swore you to his protection. When you saw your reflection later that night, there was a thick streak of blood high on your forehead.

The Captain, as you all simply called him, took a liking to you, something that you didn’t find easy to trust. But you proved yourself. You were the hardest worker, the sharpest eye, his most intelligent advisor. So soon he made you his first mate, his apprentice, his protégée. He, and a select few of his crew, taught you how to read maps, how to shoot pistols, how to wield every weapon under the sun – and he taught you everything else, like what it meant to be a captain, what it meant to be responsible for a crew of men, what it meant to make good decisions, the right decisions, and when to concede.

You revered the captain, hung on his every word, believed him to be the best man to have ever lived. You followed his orders blindly, to a T, desperate to prove yourself worthy of his trust, his training. You spent three years on his ship, until you were 19. You didn’t think of the future much, but, one day, after you had led the successful capture of an enemy ship, instead of giving the order to loot and burn it, like he usually did, the Captain turned to you and told you that it was yours; that he had taught you all he knew, that he knew you had a bigger purpose in this world, a fight to lead. He also offered you any of his crew, granted they were willing to go, and his name for you to use in any port you may land.

You had taken his gift, had parted ways with him with nothing more than a low bow, the kraken’s arms tightening around your throat as unshed tears stung your eyes, and you had boarded your ship. The Captain had saluted you as his ship turned westward, and you were left on your own, on your own ship, with your own crew, who suddenly called you captain. You never saw the Captain or his crew again, though you knew they were still out there somewhere, because at every port you landed, you asked if they had seen him lately, and without fail, they always said they did. You breathed a sigh of relief when the years passed and you still got the same answer. Slowly, finally, you let yourself believe that his was a life you didn’t claim.

“Shouldn’t you be walking in the front? I don’t know where we’re going.”

Jisung does his best to try and make his voice sound light, careless, but he’s unable to hide the light tremor of insecurity in it. When he looks back, Chan doesn’t smile, only sighs and pushes past him.

As Chan leads him through the corridors, Jisung racks his brain for what he could’ve possibly done to annoy the man. He had been plenty nice the last couple of days, staying to chat with him for a bit when he brought him food to his cell, asking Jisung if he was cold when they were washing his clothes and even letting him borrow his own coat. But now, now that he was officially a part of them, accepted into their midst by their very own captain, that friendly Chan was nowhere to be found. He doesn’t dare ask, won’t ask. He’ll figure it out. His big mouth may get him in trouble, but he’s always managed to get himself out of it.

They don’t walk for long, but to Jisung it nonetheless feels impressive. The whole ship, a large but stupidly fast frigate, was impressive, seemingly even bigger on the inside than it looked on the outside. The captain's cabin and office, situated right underneath the quarterdeck, lies at one end of a wooden corridor, the other end of which forks, the big, heavy door to the deck on the right, a staircase leading down on the left. Jisung has made the trip down this staircase several times now, though so far, his trips always led straight into the lowest parts of the ship, into the darkness, where his cell had been.

But now, Chan stops after the first flight of stairs, wordlessly leads Jisung into a big, warm room. Jisung, having only caught brief glimpses of it, had assumed it to be a type of storage area, but now that he’s walking through it, he realises that it’s a living area, and a pretty cozy one at that. The floor is littered with a haphazard collection of colourful rugs, cushions, blankets, in some spots pushed together to form little conversation circles or shoved into a corner to create little nests. Against one wall, there’s a collection of what Jisung assumes to be dumbbells and a variety of other, heavy things, clearly used as weights. Every available wall space is stacked high with board games and books, framing the portholes where the sun streams in unhindered. Jisung wants to stay, look around, but Chan is still walking, aiming straight for a big set of wooden, swinging doors at the far end of the room, and Jisung hurries after him. Distantly, Jisung becomes aware of the clang of spoons on plates and loud chatter and laughter behind the door, and he panics.

Chan doesn’t give him a chance to catch his breath; when they reach the door, he dramatically pushes both doors open with his hands and stops. All the around 30 men, sitting at a collection of long, wooden tables, chattering and spooning up brown stew from their metal plates, fall dead silent as soon as Chan steps aside and reveals Jisung behind him.

It’s so quiet you could hear a pin drop and sweat starts prickling on Jisung’s neck almost instantly. He wonders what his hair looks like, if his shirt is untucked from when the captain had so offhandedly tipped him over. And the silence won’t end, the only noise in the room coming from the kitchen on the other side of the room, where someone with a shockingly deep voice is singing a sea shanty to himself. Jisung can feel the heat rising to his cheeks, and quickly he lowers his head. You already look like a damn squirrel, and now you’re fucking blushing, Jisung, he hears his uncle scream in his head, and he nearly flinches. How is anyone ever supposed to take you seriously if you look like a fucking pussy. Assert your dominance. You’re a Han.

So he lifts his head bravely, though he barely dares look at the faces looking back at him, instead fixing his stare on the wall on the opposite side of the room, squaring his shoulder just slightly as he lets their eyes wash over him.

“This is Han Jisung,” Chan suddenly announces, and Jisung nearly jumps out of his skin. To his left, someone chuckles. Chan’s face is hard, unreadable, and Jisung’s heart picks up its beat again, hammering in his chest uselessly. “He’s the governor’s nephew who we abducted from his ship the other day,” he continues and someone at the far end of the room snorts and mumbles something about how well that ship had burned, then there’s more snickering. It doesn’t seem malevolent, but it’s also definitely not friendly.

“The captain has offered him to become part of our crew,” Chan says then and there’s silence, before whispering breaks out all over the room, “if you have doubts, tell them to me, so I know who to pitch over the side of the ship tonight. The captain has made her decision and if you want to know why, you can ask Jisung yourself. For now, make him feel welcome, you crazy people.”

With that, Chan nods at Jisung, and, to the latter’s horror, leaves the mess, presumably back to his post at the captain’s door. The swinging doors close behind him, leaving Jisung standing in the middle of the room, under the scrutiny of 30 pairs of eyes, with no idea what to do. Does he just sit? Where should he sit? The left table? The right? Should he squeeze in at the end somewhere? No, that will make him look weak, he can’t look weak. You’re safe here, the captain’s soft but firm voice reverberates through his head, and he wants to scoff. He may be safe, but he sure as fuck isn’t welcome. Did Chan have to introduce him as the governor’s nephew?! Well, he supposes they saw him, being dragged kicking and screaming across the plank, shoved down into the hold of the ship.

“I’ve never heard this room so quiet, what the fuck is going on?” the deep voice hollers from the kitchen and Jisung blinks at the doors expecting … well, he doesn’t know what he’s expecting, but it sure isn’t a skinny, freckled blonde boy about his age to stride into the mess, wiping his hands on a checkered rag.

“Ah, you’re Jisung!” he exclaims, his eyes crinkling into a smile as he walks towards him with an outstretched hand. “So you took the captain’s offer. Welcome. You won’t regret it.”

He winks at Jisung and Jisung shakes his hand, squeezing it gratefully and trying to smile back at him, but he can tell he’s failing. Because everyone else is still fucking staring.

“My name’s Felix, I’m the cook,” he says lightly and Jisung’s eyes briefly skate over his body. “Oh yeah,” Felix chuckles, “I still have all my limbs. I’m just not a great fighter, so I asked the captain if I could just … not do that, and she agreed.”

Jisung stares at Felix, who’s kind enough not to comment on it, just smiles at him.

“I was about to come out here and eat, but let me fix you up a plate as well. Come,” he says and takes Jisung by the arm, dragging him to a free spot at the end of one of the tables and shoving him onto the bench. Jisung’s wide eyes meet the curious gazes of four men. “Sit here, this is Jeongin, Seungmin, Changbin and Hyunjin. Guys, this is Jisung. Why don’t you make him feel welcome, I’ll be right back.”

And with that, Felix flurries out of the room. With Jisung finally seated, a low murmur of conversation finally resumes in the room. Jisung doesn’t remember a single one of the names Felix just rattled off.

“You gave me a really gnarly bruise on my shin,” someone suddenly says, and Jisung snaps his head over at the man he at least knows is Changbin. He grimaces helplessly.

“When we took you to the captain two days ago? And you were kicking and biting and scratching like a feral cat? You really got me in the shin. Still fucking hurts, man.”

“Oh,” Jisung says and blushes. Changbin just raises an eyebrow at him, but Jisung thinks he can see a smile in his eyes, so he takes a chance.

“People usually compare me to a squirrel,” he says lamely, with an uncertain smile, and he’s met with Changbin’s uproarious laughter. It’s so loud he flinches, but he can’t help the little satisfied smile that steals over his face. Finally, he said the right thing. The tall, pretty man next to Changbin gives him a shy smile.

“I like your coat,” he offers gently, and Jisung looks down. Is he making fun of him? He knows he stands out like a sore thumb with it, in his emerald green silk, the coat his uncle had given him for state visits. He did … like the coat, deep down. It made him feel nice. Pretty, even. But he figured it would probably just serve to alienate him further from the new world he had stumbled into. When he looks at the tall man again, he’s smiling, eyes trailing over the fabric. “It’s a very pretty colour.”

Jisung breathes out a quiet thank you, and there’s a beat of silence that weighs on Jisung like a ton of bricks. He needs more of this easy conversation, or he’ll lose his nerve.

“You can borrow it if you want, it would suit you” he says quickly, though he immediately blushes. What is he doing?! These are pirates, and he sounds like a preschooler trying to make friends by lending out his favourite crayons. “I mean, once I have something else to wear because right now, I don’t. So if I gave you this, I’d probably be pretty cold.”

Shut the fuck up, Jisung, he thinks.

But to his surprise, the beautiful man chuckles.

“I’ll help make you more clothes. I actually love sewing, and we collected a bunch of scraps over the past few months,” he says and purses his lips, giving Jisung a once-over. “We’ll make you a new jacket, one that’s more durable, for everyday wear. But we’ll have to make it with a similar cut, it makes your little waist look to die for …”

]Jisung’s breath catches in his throat stupidly at the compliment, and he thinks the man sitting right next to him heard it, if his low chuckle is anything to judge by.

“Stop flirting with the new guy, Hyune,” he teases. His brown hair is shaggy, falls into his eyes that almost disappear when he smiles, drawing up into little crescents. He looks a bit like a fox, Jisung thinks before he can stop himself. Wow, the years of being compared to animals have really done some damage to his brain.

“I’m not flirting with him!” the tall man, Hyune, exclaims, a hand dramatically falling to his chest, “I’m just trying to make sure his best assets are appropriately showcased.”

He grins before he bats his eyes at the man next to Jisung prettily, a wicked little smile on his lips. “Plus, you know I have a crush on you, Innie.”

‘Innie’ next to Jisung rolls his eyes and waves the beautiful man off before he offers Jisung his hand.

“I’m Jeongin, by the way,” he introduces himself kindly as Jisung shakes his big, calloused hand, “I’m the lookout. You’ll usually find me up in the top except at mealtimes, when I condescend to keep these idiots company. And the man trying to dress you up like you’re going on a first date is Hyunjin, he’s our first mate. Think of him as our slave, and he’s much more fun to tease.”

Hyunjin’s face draws into a pout and kicks Jeongin under the table. “I’m the one who makes sure you animals get fed and have enough soap and rum and know where your weapons are, you should respect me more,” he snips back before he smiles at Jisung. “I suddenly don’t have a crush on Jeongin any more, so the spot has become free. You into men?”

Jisung splutters, his whole face turning bright red. How could Hyunjin just say that?! And so loudly – What if everyone hears? Jisung really doesn’t need more of a target on his back than he already does just by being … well, him. His eyes flicker to the other men, but most of them aren’t even listening, or if they are, just looking at him with interest.

“I-,” Jisung stammers out before he clears his throat, “I do. And women. I kinda … like … everything.”

He expects anything, ridicule, violence – but to his astonishment, Hyunjin nods approvingly.

“You really have found the right ship, my friend,” he declares with a pleased smile.

“Of course, he has. Do I even want to ask why you think so, though?”

Felix’s voice suddenly pipes up next to Jisung as he slides a plate of food in front of him. The smell of hot meat and potatoes wafting from it makes Jisung almost shudder. He didn’t realise just how hungry he was.

“Hyunjin is already prospecting Jisung for his matchmaking projects,” the other tall, quiet man next to Hyunjin says. It’s the first time Jisung hears him speak, and he can’t help but notice how soft his voice is.

Felix chuckles next to Jisung as he hands him a spoon – and Jisung doesn’t hesitate to dig it into the stew on his plate, shovelling a hot spoonful of it into his mouth and moaning around it, much to Felix’s joy.

“Good?” he asks, and Jisung just nods at him, eyes rolling into the back of his head.

“So good,” he hums, “so much better than any of the food I’ve had in months.”

Felix giggles again and sends him a bright smile. Jisung thinks he could get used to him.

“I can see the squirrel thing now,” Changbin comments from down the table, points at Jisung’s cheeks, stuffed with meat and potatoes. Jisung ducks his head, eyes widening comically, but relaxes slightly when Changbin gives him a wink and a smirk.

“Changbin and Chan are the brawn to our brain,” Jeongin continues, and Changbin sends him a joking middle finger. “They man our cannons and take turns guarding the captain’s quarters when we’re in a harbour.”

Jisung nods, looks Changbin up and down. It makes sense, him and Chan are … ridiculously buff. And strong. Jisung can attest to the last bit, the bruise on his arm is still a deep purple.

“And the quiet one is Seungmin,” Jeongin concludes, watches Seungmin with a small smile as he lifts his hand, “he’s our navigator. Gets us places, makes sure we don’t run aground on a sandbank or a rock. He’s also a cartographer, one of the best out there. He’s mapped out pretty much every inch of these waters.”

Seungmin looks at Jisung, his face an impassive mask. It makes Jisung almost uneasy.

“I’ve been staring at that fucked up map we found on your uncle’s ship for days, and my head hurts.”

Jisung blinks dumbly.

“Fucked up map?” he asks incredulously, and awkwardness descends on the table. What map? Jisung wonders. He had only had a normal map in his quarters.

Felix gives Seungmin a look.

“Let’s let Jisung settle in first, Seungmin,” he suggests calmly, and Seungmin just shrugs, though his eyes stay fixed on Jisung.

“I really don’t know what map you’re talking about,” Jisung mumbles quietly, feeling the need to defend himself. Seungmin’s eyes are still boring into him, and he pretends he’s suddenly very engaged in mashing a potato into his stew until it has entirely disintegrated.

The swinging doors behind Jisung slam open and Jisung looks up just in time to meet Minho’s eyes. They narrow slightly at him before he saunters over to their table and comes to stand behind Felix, placing his hands on Felix’s shoulders and massaging them lightly.

“My sweet, sweet Yongbok,” Minho lilts with a smile, though something seems off, “is there any food left?”

Felix nods and looks up at him, either entirely unaware of it or choosing to ignore it. Jisung thinks the latter.

“Sure, enough for you and the captain as always, I assume she hasn’t eaten yet either.”

Jisung watches a barely perceptible shadow creep over Minho’s face.

“Changbin’s done, he can bring her some. Can’t you?” Minho sneers as he turns on his heels and walks into the kitchen. Seungmin gives Changbin a look, but Changbin balks. Only when Felix nods towards the kitchen does he sigh deeply and push himself to his feet.

“What’s his deal?” Jisung asks quietly, hesitantly, when the heavy swinging doors close behind him.

“Who? Minho?” Hyunjin asks, surprised.

Jisung nods.

“I’m pretty sure he hates me,” he mumbles around a mouthful of meat.

“Why, did you kick him, too?” Jeongin asks teasingly.

Jisung chuckles, mirthlessly.

“No, he slapped me, actually,” he scoffs out, the memory of it so crystal clear in his head, the shock, the smarting pain, “and called me pretty in like, the least flattering way possible. And earlier, when I was talking to the captain, he only glared at me, like I was the one who made her mad at him or something.”

He thinks he sees Hyunjin throw Felix a glance, and Jisung wonders if he said something stupid.

“The captain was mad? At Minho?” Felix asks, gently, but Jisung can practically feel the subtext. He doesn’t try to figure out what he knows he can’t. He nods.

“We were talking when he suddenly stormed in, all crazy-looking, asking if her all these questions about why she was talking to me alone, asking her if she had gone crazy.”

Jeongin next to him sucks in a breath. Jisung tenses up. He probably went too far. He swings his spoon around in a way that hopes feels casual, dismissive.

“I probably shouldn’t have said all that, I’m sorry,” he mumbles, trying to shove the tension back into whatever Pandora’s box he just unwittingly opened, but obviously, he fails.

The crash of Minho slamming his plate down onto the table in Changbin’s abandoned spot rips Jisung out of his thoughts.

Changbin walks past behind Jisung with a plate in his hand, shooting Minho a dirty glare, one the older man returns tenfold as he all but dismembers a piece of carrot.

“Minho,” Hyunjin starts, his voice so soft it surprises Jisung, “why is Changbin bringing the captain her food?”

Minho doesn’t even look at Hyunjin as he shrugs.

“Why not?”

“Usually, you do that. Usually, you have your meals with her.”

Minho stops his assault on his food and looks at Hyunjin with a sarcastic smile.

“What, am I not welcome here?” he asks, acrid sweetness dripping off his words. But Hyunjin doesn’t budge.

“Of course, you are,” he says, rubbing Minho’s shoulder briefly, before pulling his hand back. “I was just wondering if everything is okay.”

Minho slams his fist down on the table so loud the chatter around them falls silent again as everyone watches.

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re trying to imply, Hwang, but I’d recommend you shut your mouth before I shut it for you,” he barks.

Hyunjin lifts both his hands up defensively, an unhappy grimace on his face.

“Calm down, I’m not trying to imply anything, Min, I was just asking if you’re okay.”

Minho rises, slams his spoon onto his plate with a clang.

“I’m just fucking fine. The captain is fine. Everything’s fucking fine, why don’t you mind your own fucking business, all of you,” he snarls, picks up his plate and storms out.

Hyunjin lets out a deep sigh, his head hitting the tabletop with a painful-sounding thud.

“Not your finest work,” Seungmin comments from his side, but his tone is sympathetic. He pats Hyunjin’s shoulder. Jeongin gets up and rounds the table, settling into Minho’s abandoned seat, and tugs Hyunjin into his shoulder quietly. Hyunjin falls readily, his frustrated groan turning into a deep sigh when Jeongin’s arm wrap around him.

Felix next to Jisung claps his hands and gets up, smiling down at Jisung awkwardly, almost apologetically.

“How about we give you a tour and Hyunjin can get a cabin ready for you in the meantime,” Felix suggests, and Jisung recognises it for the hint it is. He nods, tries his best at a non-committal smile, and is almost glad to flee the scene of whatever crew drama he just witnessed.

Jisung gets a tour, gets to see Jeongin press a sweet kiss into Hyunjin’s hair right there in the middle of the deck that makes Jisung look around in a panic to see absolutely nobody batting an eye. If Jeongin sees it, he mercifully doesn’t comment, only smiles and waves to Jisung before he climbs up the sails so fast Jisung feels like he’s getting whiplash from just watching him. Felix drags him along, chattering about the ship and the crew as he shows him around the main deck, making a wide berth around where Minho is lying in a hammock on the forecastle, pointedly not even opening his eyes when he hears their voices.

Felix pointedly ignores him back, pulls Jisung back to the big heavy door that leads below deck, past the split path that leads to the captain’s quarters, where Hyunjin briefly disappears into the captain’s office and where Chan sends Jisung a much nicer smile now, down past the officer’s quarters (“Minho’s quarters,” Felix comments lowly, wiggling his eyebrows as if he’s telling a ghost story, but Jisung can’t muster up more than a tense smile.

He takes him back downstairs, shows him the living area again, tells him which books are worth reading, which games are worth playing (his favourite is jackstones, the set they have is a beautiful copper) and shows him his kitchen, including which things in the cooler are available to be taken as snacks and which are definitely not, because it would result in the downfall of his carefully constructed meal plan.

Then they make their way a story lower, to the gun-ports and the weapons storage, where Hyunjin magically reappears and drags them away before Jisung can even ask about a weapon of his own. His face gets hot when he realises that they don’t trust him yet. Of course.

Felix takes him one layer lower, through the storage rooms and past the cells that Jisung was already much too well acquainted with for his liking, before leading them back up to the common area and through a side door. To Jisung’s surprise, he finds himself in a tight web of hallways, a labyrinth of doors. Hyunjin ducks past him, makes a sweeping gesture with his arms.

“These are the cabins,” Hyunjin announces, grandly, proudly. He pushes the door open to one of them, revealing a decently sized room with two bunk beds, a chest of drawers and a desk. It’s rudimentary, but the pillows look soft, all the sheets made from a patchwork of fabrics that he thinks must be Hyunjin’s doing.

Wait, bunk beds. Does this mean … Jisung feels like someone dumped a bucket of icy water over his head. Would he have to room with a stranger? Get changed in front of him? Go to sleep in front of him? He tries his best to regulate his breathing, but when Felix’s hand hits his shoulder, he’s pretty sure he’s still just staring into the room dumbly. Should he say something? Don’t be a pussy, his uncle yells in his head, you just give them mixed signals.

“Jisung,” Felix says gently, and Jisung shakes out of his reverie with a start. He’s about to apologise, but Felix gives Hyunjin a look, and then he takes Jisung’s hand (not his wrist, his hand, Jisung notices with a shudder) and drags him along the corridor until he kicks open a door.

“This is my cabin,” Felix says slowly, watching as Jisung takes it all in.

This cabin looks just like the other one, except the top bunk looks … lived in. The sheets are somewhat coordinated in colour and crumpled on the bed. There are small candleholders with half burned down candles dotted all around the headboard of the bed. A thick knitted sweater hangs off the bedpost, a dried flower dangles from the porthole. The room seems to be close to the water, but it’s high enough that a single ray of sunshine falls onto the floor. Jisung feels a pang of longing, somewhere deep in a part of his heart he thought was long abandoned. It’s so … comfortable. So homey. He can’t believe he’s on a ship. He hasn’t … hasn’t felt this at home in months.

“It’s … lovely,” Jisung breathes out, distantly aware of Felix giving Hyunjin a smile before he turns back to him.

“How would you like to be my roommate?” Felix asks, and Jisung takes a second to process his question before he starts and turns to stare at Felix dumbly.

“I mean,” Felix continues, his confident demeanour crumbling, eyes suddenly shy, “I have to get up pretty early in the morning to get breakfast started, but unless you’re a super light sleeper, I don’t think I’ll wake you.”

“I sleep like a rock,” Jisung says, it comes out as barely more than a whisper.

Felix’s grin widens.

“So … is that a yes?”

Jisung takes all but two seconds to think about it before he nods, a relieved smile on his face. Felix doesn’t look like he’ll assault him. Felix seems safe.

Hyunjin claps his hands happily, tells them to settle Jisung in, to come to him if they need anything and though Jisung’s heart is hammering in his chest, he can’t help but smile when Felix helps him find some downy yellow sheets and a fluffy pillow in a stuffed cabinet down the hall.

He feels no trepidation when, later that night, he buries himself under the blankets in a soft sleep shirt Felix let him borrow. Though his worries gnaw at him, sit in the back of his head as he stares at the dark wood of the door, listens to Felix’s steady breathing above him.

“Felix?” he asks quietly, “should we … I mean, do you usually … it’s okay if you don’t … uh … do you not lock your door at night?”

He screws his eyes shut, braces himself, but Felix doesn’t laugh at him, just pops his head over the side of his bunk and looks down at Jisung with a soft smile. But there’s something in his eyes that Jisung can’t place.

“If it would make you feel safer, we can.”

Jisung thinks it would, but shakes his head nonetheless. He’s not going to make this weirder than it already is. He can deal. Probably.

“No, no, it’s okay, if you don’t usually lock it, then I guess there’s no need,” he mutters, trying to sound casual, but failing spectacularly, his voice a shaky mess.

But Felix still doesn’t laugh at him, only swings his legs over the side of his bunk and plops down. He pads to the door on his bare feet, turns the key, shoots Jisung a little smile and climbs back up to his bunk.

“You’re safe here, Jisung,” he says softly, into the darkness when he has wriggled back into his sheets. Jisung feels every word warm in his belly. “On this ship, we’re family. We look out for each other.”

It’s quiet for a few moments as Jisung’s face burns, his heart rabbits in his chest. Then, quietly, hoping that Felix hasn’t fallen asleep yet, he mumbles a weak “thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Felix just yawns and blows out his candle. “Good night, Jisung.”

Jisung mutters a quiet, “good night, Felix”, and turns to his side.

Through the porthole he can see the moon, outside the door he can hear footsteps approach and then pass every now and again, doors open and close, merry laughter and yelling ringing distantly through the hallways all the way from the common room. He lets it all wash over him and tries to think through everything that has happened today, thinks he should try to process it, but he’s too tired, bone-tired in a way he has never felt before. He lets the sea rock him to sleep gently, and he sleeps, sleeps through the night for the first time in months.

The morning sun slants through the big stained-glass windows behind your desk like they only do in the spring, right after sunrise, their cold, yet rapidly warming rays playing tricks on your eyes, making shadows dance across the wood every time the ship rocks in the waves. You’re still towelling your hair dry when there’s a knock at the door to your office. You start. Chan and Changbin are not usually up this early.

“Yes?”

The door opens and Minho barges in, not even bothering to close it behind him or throw you more than a cursory glance before he starts talking.

“We should get aligned on what your plans are for the new guy, captain,” Minho states, voice as neutral as you’ve ever heard it, and your heart sinks. You lower your towel slowly.

“Align?”

You watch Minho falter painfully, blinking rapidly at the floor, before he folds his hands behind his back dutifully. You hate this posture. He feels so far away.

“O-of course, my apologies,” he clears his throat, trying to straighten his back like it’s difficult for him to do so, “it’s of course perfectly within your right to not want me involved. I apologise for overstepping. I will leave you to it.”

He turns to leave without looking at you, but you surge forwards without thinking, catching his wrist to stop him. You tug him back gently, until he’s in front of you, but he still refuses to meet your eyes, eyes locked onto the floor somewhere on his left, his face locked in a tense, unhappy scowl. You’re gentle with it when you finally place both your hands on his jaw and gently turn his head, force him to meet your stern gaze. He looks a little tired, and there’s a guardedness in his eyes that hurts you.

“Minho,” you whisper quietly, and you can feel his breath hitch, “I want you here. For this, for all of it.”

Your heart starts hammering in your chest when you realise what you said, the words resembling a little bit too closely a confession you’re not ready to make. Minho doesn’t answer, just watches you so intently you have to look away, your hands falling from his face until they’re resting on his waist.

“I’m sorry I treated you so harshly yesterday,” you mumble quietly, without looking up, talking to the dark, starched material of his vest. You wish you could nuzzle into the skin you know it hides and avoid having to say all of these words. “You have to understand how hard I have to work for the boys to respect me. And you barging in on me talking to a new recruit and calling into question not only my authority but also my abilities, I can’t … I couldn’t …”

You struggle to find the words and deflate slightly, but now it’s Minho who takes your face into his calloused but gentle hands and slightly tips it upwards until you’re forced to look at him. His presence, his closeness, washes over you like a warm, gentle breeze.

“I’m sorry,” he says quietly, sincerely, “I never meant to question you, I was just …”

He hesitates, his eyes slipping shut as he lets his head fall forward, resting his forehead against yours.

“You were what?” you breathe out, even though you know the answer. You know the answer, and it’s making your heart rattle against your ribcage.

“I was so fucking worried,” Minho whispers, his eyelids heavily fluttering open, “what if the guy had planned something? What if he had had a knife on him? What if he had overpowered you?”

His voice is getting progressively shakier, and you pull him closer, flush against you, instinctively. You’d rarely seen Minho this worked up, and you feel the overwhelming urge to calm him. You let your hands rub up and down his spine, and he barely perceptibly shivers.

“You know I can take care of myself.”

“I know, but I can’t take any chances,” he breathes back, leaning forward and brushing his lips gently over yours in a gesture so intimate you want to sob. “What if something happened to you? What then?”

Your eyes lock for a second, and it’s like everything you’re terrified of, every single ounce of love he holds for you is right there, staring back at you. The kraken awakens, rolling in its prison, its tentacles feeling their way around your chest until one of them finds your heart and squeezes. A deep, threatening groan rumbles from deep within its chest as it thrashes with a disgusting squelch. You try to take a deep breath to pacify the beast, but it comes out almost pained. You stare up at Minho, the pain in your chest worsening the longer you let yourself indulge in their deep, warm depths.

“B-because I-I’m your captain, right?” you whisper, barely audibly, and Minho pauses. He blinks down at you, then moves as if to step away, jerks almost from your grasp. Your arms tighten around him instantly, a choked sound ripping from your trembling lip as you pull him back, digging your fingers into his back. You know you’re clinging onto him, pathetically, tellingly, paradoxically, but … you’re terrified.

Terrified that if he steps away from you, if his warmth leaves you, the kraken will finally find enough strength to escape, to shatter your ribs one by one, to tear open your chest and leave you to bleed out on the floor as it crawls away to find a new, stronger victim.

Minho doesn’t fight the tightening of your arms. He lets you tug him closer, presses himself even closer still, brings his soft palms back to your face, his thumbs swiping over your cheeks gently. His face is a grimace of pain and love, and he squeezes his eyes shut briefly before he blinks them back open.

“Because you’re my captain,” he affirms, and you can tell he’s lying, but it’s okay because if he’s lying for you, it means he knows, he understands. The kraken cowers, softens its hold on your heart and when you lean forward and press your lips to Minho’s, and he returns it instantly, unhesitatingly, all thoughts of it slip from your mind like sand through your fingers. Because Minho understands, and Minho’s still kissing you.

You breathe a sigh of relief, Minho’s soft lips soothing over yours gently, slowly, until you press closer. He groans, sweetly, brokenly, when you run your tongue over his bottom lip and uses his grip on your face to angle your head to the side. You part your lips readily, submitting to Minho’s tongue when it dips into your mouth, tangles with yours. He isn’t demanding, but there’s something wild in the way one of his hands slips to the back of your neck, thumb digging into the side of your jaw as he tries to pull you even closer, a breathless gasp escaping into your mouth when you suck on his tongue slightly.

“Captain, I– …”

Chan’s voice brutally ruptures the moment and you and Minho flinch apart, clumsily, your bodies detangling, your hand coming up to wipe a remnant of spit from your lips. Chan’s mouth is open, and he blinks from you to Minho stupidly before he suddenly whirls around as if he had caught you in a state of undress. The tips of his ears are burning.

“I am so sorry, captain, the door was open and – I didn’t see anything, I promise. I’ll come back later.”

And with that, he takes off, his footsteps fast and heavy as he bolts downstairs.

< chapter I - chapter III (coming march 22, 3pm CET) ->

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hello you're one of my fave writer here,can you make a fic/text where han and the reader are bestfriends then one day reader confessed to han and he rejected the reader,and reader was going to leave soon and hannie realized he's in love with his bestie (reader) it's up to you if it's suggestive or not, thank you!!! (english is not my first language sorry)

౨ৎ ━━━━ 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑗𝑖𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑔 ﹒ ( 한지성⠀ )

♡ ( genre⠀ ) … han jisung x reader, fluff, best friends to lovers, smau, texting au

✿ ( warnings⠀ ) … images from pinterest (ofc), fluff <3 brief moment of angst, swearing of course, suggestive themes (texts & twitter posts)

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Lee Minho — Drunk Fake Texts. Ft. Seungmin being Seungmin

+ sometimes min gets a little needy when he’s drunk.

+ Warnings: slightly nsfw, minors do not interact. a little sexting, drinking alcohol, maybe sub!minho?

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Lee Minho — Drunk Fake Texts. Ft. Seungmin being Seungmin

+ sometimes min gets a little needy when he’s drunk.

+ Warnings: slightly nsfw, minors do not interact. a little sexting, drinking alcohol, maybe sub!minho?

#Lee know smut #Lee know x reader #skz smut #skz x reader #Lee know fake texts #skz fake texts #stray kids fake texts #stray kids smut #stray kids x reader #lee minho x reader #lee minho smut #Lee know #stray kids #skz

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Hello,Im just here to spread the sub SKZ agenda :3

So sleepy Bang Chan letting the reader do whatever they want to him

sleepy much?

pairing: idol!chan x fem!reader

genre: smut, fluff, drabble like thing

warnings: established relationship, riding, blowjobs, chan is sleepy but he doesn't do much sleeping 👀

a/n: I'm so sorry anon this took me like a month- I'm sorry I hope u like it!

credits: dividers by @cafekitsune ♡

It was a very busy day for stray kids today and it ended quite late. By the end of the day, Chan was too tired to even eat. The first thing he did when he came home was hop into the shower, change and pass out on your shared bed. You were cuddled up next to him, hands wrapped around his bare torso as you felt a heat between your legs.

You rubbed your thighs together, remembering the photoshoot he had from earlier, how much skin he showed for that magazine. You felt bad for wanted him to fuck you so late at night but you couldn't help it, the desperation got to you as you gently patted his back, hoping it would wake him up.

“Hmm, what happened?” He asked, moving to look up at you, guilt filling your stomach as you noticed how tired he looked. “I uh,” you started, trying your best to express yourself without sounding like your selfish. It seemed that he caught on because when he looked down, your thighs were pressed firmly together. He smiled to himself, laying on the bed again before closing his eyes.

“You can do whatever you want to me.” He said, his voice deep and almost dreamlike. You smiled to yourself, happy that you can fulfill your needs. You moved down to remove his boxers, looking up at him as you took his softened cock in your hands, pumping him gently before putting the tip inside your mouth, sucking softly.

In no time, his dick was hard in your mouth as you bobbed your head up and down, his fingers entangled in your hair. “Thought you were sleepy?” you asked, coming up to catch a break. He rolled his eyes, his hands sleepily grabbing yours as he looked up at you. “Ride me?” His voice was deep and soft, eyes looking small and pleading.

You smiled. Who were you to deny him?

In less than 20 minutes you had him spurting ropes of cum, silently screaming under you as he sleepily grabbed your hands, the viens on his neck more prominent than before.

"so much for me b-being sleepy...”

this photoshoot has done some shit to me-

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Han Jisung — Fake Texts ⊹︎ His recent bubble photos

✧ warnings: not quite nsfw but hint towards nudes, minors dni, 18+ ONLY,

✧︎ a/n: inspired by my real reaction to Jisung’s behavior on bubble. also this is my first time making fake texts!! I’ve been wanting to since they’re my most favorite content

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Han Jisung — Fake Texts ⊹︎ His recent bubble photos

✧ warnings: not quite nsfw but hint towards nudes, minors dni, 18+ ONLY,

✧︎ a/n: inspired by my real reaction to Jisung’s behavior on bubble. also this is my first time making fake texts!! I’ve been wanting to since they’re my most favorite content

#han jisung x reader #skz x reader #skz scenario #han jisung smau #Han Jisung fake texts #skz smau #skz fake texts #Han Jisung fluff #Han Jisung smut #skz smut #Han Jisung x you #han jisung scenarios

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Who Dun It?

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

warnings! MDNI 18+, fingering (f!), pussy eating, maknae line, multiple orgasms, pussy slapping, pussy eating, subspace(f!), PIV, cream pie, manhandling kids, orgy/exhibtionism, brief aftercare

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You're halfway there. Chan's words echo in your mind like a trance. It fills you with excitement to know how close you are to finding the one who was there that night, who can finally make you finish how they should have. You nod up at Chan, trying to focus your vision on his gleaming face.

"Yeah. Yeah. Almost there. Mmm, who's next?" You let your head drop back down to spot Jisung vibrating with exhilaration. His eagerness rolls off his form with every step he takes towards yours. Jisung's shaky fingers trace your inner thigh, looking at you with some uncertainty.

His hesitation gives you an answer immediately; It's not him. Yet, you let his nervous hand trail lower until he finds your soft flesh. It's warm against his fingers, and you shiver when he rubs the pads of his fingers on your clit.

"Where'd you learn that?" Minho calls from the back. His feline eyes stay glued to where Jisung plays with your pussy, tongue poking out to lick his lower lip.

Jisung briefly turns to him and then puts his attention back on you. "W-what do you mean?" He feigns confusion in his voice. "I've always known how to do this. I do this all the time."

Chan laughs but quickly tries to cover it up with a cough. Minho doesn't bother to hide his smile, "Oh? Since when? Last I recall, you were asking me for pointers just before she came over."

A flash of panic washes over Jisung's features, pink rising from his neck. "No!" His big eyes look into yours. "I...I didn't." His voice grows small, and much to your dismay, his fingers stop applying as much pressure. You whine at the change, bucking your hips and trying to grind your cunt further down on his hand.

"Hannie," you purr his name. "It's okay, baby. Don't listen to him. Just keep touching me."

He's unsure, you can tell from Jisung's pouting lip. "B-but I didn't-"

"That's okay," you cut him off. You're not sure what he was going to say, but you, truthfully, don't care. Experienced or not, his fingers rub and swirl deliciously over your swollen nub. His fingertips begin to press down firmer, feeling how your clit twitches at the pressure. You moan, reaching to grip Jisung's forearm.

"See?" It's a breathless voice that you speak in. "You're doing such a good job. Touching my pussy, you're so good at it."

Jisung visibly trembles at your praise, confidence slowly building up. "I am?"

You nod, too busy moaning to talk.

"I am," he says more sure this time. "I'm making you feel good, right? You like how I touch you?" The growing confidence shows in his movements. He opts to flick his fingers back and forth, mimicking how Chan made you cum just a few minutes before.

"Oh!" You snap your thighs shut. "So sensitive, Hannie. It's too much like that."

"Looks like someone's tapping out," Hyunjin tuts playfully. "Should we call it a night?" He watches with pleasure as you thrash your head back and forth, a cruel smile on his pretty lips.

"I just..it's a lot okay?" You groan. "Feels good. Too good. It's so hard to keep my legs open."

Chan's thumb strokes over your throat, feeling your damp skin under his touch. "That's it?" He looks at the rest of the men and gives a small nod of his head. "Hyunjin. I.N. Keep her legs open, yeah? Gotta make sure everyone can see her pretty pussy."

You blush at Chan's words, watching as the two men he called to plop themselves beside you. Hyunjin grabs your knee and angles it towards him, a cheery smile on his face. Jeongin chooses to grip the underside of your thigh, pulling it towards him.

"Better?" Jeongin questions with a raised eyebrow.

You stare into his dark eyes, then look down at the massive bulge in his pants. Being this close to him, you get to see how long his eyelashes are, and how prominent his cheekbones poke from under his skin. He's unbelievably beautiful and you'll have to wait until the end to get a feel of those rough fingers on your pussy instead.

"Better."

Though the answer wasn't directed at the man between your legs, Jisung takes that as a cue to continue. His creamy fingers find home on your clit, resuming his flicking at a slower pace. Your reaction to his touch is immediate. You feel Hyunjin's and Jeongin's grip tighten as your legs tense. Chan keeps your head upright to make you watch Jisung rub your sensitive flesh.

It's much more arousing this way, being able to hear your wet cunt on his fingers. Getting to see how your wetness spreads all over your thighs, down the curve of your ass, onto his wrist. You swear you see some droplets slap onto his face. A quiver goes through you when you see Jisung's tongue reach out to collect your juice.

"Shit," you arch your back. "So good Hannie. Gonna make me cum so much."

"Yeah?" There's a twinge of desperate hope in his voice. "Hannie's gonna make you cum?"

Your jaw unhinges, a moan caught in your throat as you feel helplessly driven to pleasure. Being restrained forces you to take Hannie's overwhelming, quick pace. You're almost scared of the intense orgasm building, clawing its way from your stomach to the tenderness of your pussy.

Clear fluid shoots from your cunt with a series of embarrassing squeals leaving your lips.

"Wooahhh." You hear some of the men in awe. Chan keep a hold of your heavy head, making sure that you can see the mess you're making.

"That's so much." Changbin plays with his tip at the sight of you dripping. "Fucking wish it was on my cock."

Seungmin takes a few steps closer, peering over to see how your arousal has utterly ruined the couch. He looks both impressed and irritated, but a sick smile twists onto his lips. "Slap her pussy, Ji. Make sure she really feels it."

You don't even have the chance to protest before Jisung's heavy hand connects to your puffy lips. You cry out, straining against Hyunjin's and Jeongin's strong hold. You barely manage to catch your breath when the second smack comes down, perfectly getting your quivering bundle of nerves.

"Han!" You plead.

Opposite to the unsure person he was before, Jisung grins in absolute maliciousness. He looks around the room for Seungmin before he asks, "Is that enough?"

"I think one more should do it."

The third slap makes you cum much to your and everyone's surprise. Your entire body nearly lifts off the couch, hips caving and thrusting wildly at the sudden orgasm. The two men beside you try to get your ass back on the cushions, but the slightest touch makes you feel on fire.

"That was too much Han," Chan shakes his head.

Jisung puts his hands up in defense, one of them glistening with your wetness. "It's not my fault! Seungmin said to!" To this, Chan only sighs.

By the time your hips finally get back onto the sofa, Felix is kneeling on the floor in front of you. He looks so pretty like this, you think. Eyes shining, pink lips pulled back into a smile to show his white teeth. You're still twitching, but all that painful pleasure has turned into a warm feeling. With three guys keeping their hands on you and another soon-to-be, you feel yourself slip further and further away into a cozy place.

"Han was so mean to your sweet pussy, wasn't he?" Felix's baritone voice sends shivers down your spine. "Want me to make it feel better?" He places a ginger kiss on your thigh. The simple touch makes you moan, your chest purring with want.

"Better?" You speak in a soft tone.

Felix nods. "Mhm, better. Kisses always make me feel better." His lips travel down your thigh, going lower and ghosting over your pussy to kiss your other legs. Logically, your clit should be too sensitive to handle another touch, let alone a hot tongue. Yet, the place you've found yourself in lets you feel nothing but pleasure. You hardly flinch when his mouth finally latches to your core.

Even with Chan's help, you don't have the strength to keep your head up. Not when you're too busy focusing on how wonderful Felix works his mouth. He licks, sucks, and kisses on your flesh. His tongue traces the curve of your lips, dipping down to sink into your core before pulling back out. He flattens his tongue against your clit, feeling it throb in his mouth.

"That's not fair," someone, you think is Changbin, pouts. "I didn't get to use my dick, but he can use his mouth?"

"That's 'cuz you lied," Minho reminds him. "That's your fault."

The answer hardly satisfies Changbin. "Whatever. Felix always cheats in these games!"

You feel Felix buzz with laughter, giggling into your cunt. "Maybe," he responds. Or you think he responds. It's hard to tell when he's muffled between your legs and when the pounding of your blood drums in your ears.

Your head lolls to the side, peeking open to see Jeongin shifting in his seat. His erection must be painful yet he's restraining you, and himself, in the process so well. Drowsily, you snake your hand to the crotch of his pants. Your fingers ungracefully fiddling with the top button when he moves his gaze from your cunt to your face.

His eyes ask a million questions and you answer them all with three words, "I want it."

It's all the conniving he needs to let you unbutton his pants, lifting his hips to shimmy them off along with his boxers. Similar to Jeongin's face, his cock is just as pretty. Slightly curved upwards towards his stomach, veins throbbing with so much blood it turns the crown of his head a bright pink.

Jeongin lets out a depraved moan when your soft hand finally wraps around the base. He's hot in your hand, grip loose as you experimentally drag your hand upwards. You follow the shape of his cock, squeezing his tip when you reach it.

"Shit," he swears under his breath. Jeongin's grasp on your thigh tightens as you jerk him off. "You're good at that."

You find yourself giggling at his comment, but your laughter turns into moans when Felix sucks harshly at your clit. Your attention is quickly moved to the blonde man between your legs, his eyes on yours already. He turns his head to the side and sticks out his tongue, flicking on your nub back and forth before latching his mouth on it once more.

The sight of Felix eating you out distracts you from stroking Jeongin, but his free hand wraps around yours to keep the pace.

Another hand finds your free one, and it's Hyunjin who places your palm on his erection. "Not fair," he frowns. "What about me?" You give him a cheeky smile, looking at his pouting lips.

"Take 'em off them," you direct, and Hyunjin is quick to comply. It's not long before you're stroking Jeongin and Hyunjin lazily, switching between kissing them both. Jeongin gently sucks on your tongue, pulling it out of your mouth to put it into his own. You let him take control of the kiss, uncaring for how messy and slick your mouth gets with salvia.

You're enjoying the warmth of the three men using you when the one buried in your cunt suddenly pulls away. You tear your lips away from Hyunjin to cry out. The protest dies in your throat when it's Seungmin who has Felix by the hair, eyes mixed with anger and lust as he snarls at him.

"Hurry up. Either make her cum or tell her it's not you. I've been waiting for hours." His dark eyes regard the other two men sitting beside you, cocks out and dripping. Seungmin looks at the youngest and points an accusatory finger at him, "You're not getting a turn."

Jeongin seems hardly bothered, too busy humping his cock into your hand. You purse your lips and start to disagree, but Seungmin shoves Felix back into your cunt before you get the chance to. His hands never leave the back of the blonde's head as he drags his face up and down your pussy. The ridge of Felix's nose and chin grind over your clit, making you squeal and immediately follow his forced movements.

If he minds, he doesn't show it. Felix moans and grunts as Seungmin pushes his head deeper in, a satisfied smile on his face. "Can't just kiss this pussy like you have been, Lix. Gotta make sure you get in there so she can really feel it." Seungmin laughs when Felix struggles to make a noise of agreement.

As seemingly cruel as Seungmin is with his frat brothers, he seems to know how to make you finish quickly. You gush on Felix's tongue when Seungmin directs him to stick his tongue out, pushing his head back and forth as though Felix were a dildo.

You can feel Jeongin using your hand to fuck himself at the same speed Felix is tongue-fucking you. The sound of his moans swirls in your head as he finishes in your fist, hips stuttering and stilling as white spurts land on his stomach.

Felix licks you through your orgasm, given a little more freedom as Seungmin lets his grip ease. His tongue rolls over your clit delicately, watching your body shiver at the sensitivity before finally pulling away.

"Good pussy, huh?" Seungmin takes a step back to give room for Felix to stand up. The freckled man nods as raises to his feet, licking his lips, "Mhm."

Seungmin flicks his hand to dismiss the men beside you, but Hyunjin ignores him. He hasn't came yet, his tip an aggravated red that peeks from the top of your fist. "Almost done," he gasps out. "Just a little more."

"Nope," Seungmin looks to Chan for help. "Get him out of here. It's my turn." The oldest gives a smack to the back of Hyunjin's head, "You heard the man. Move."

Hyunjin whines, thrashing in his seat, "But I'm sooo close!"

You put your hand covered with Jeongin's cum on Hyunjin's face, turning him to you. He doesn't mind the sticky substance as he meets your eyes, silently pleading with you. "You heard them, Jin," you gently tell him. "Not your turn anymore."

"But...but..." his wet lips trail off as you shake your head. "You already got your turn," you remind him. "That's not fair, is it?"

Hyunjin looks to his friends for help, but all of them hardly have an ounce of sympathy. He sighs in defeat, nodding before reluctantly unwraps your hand from his aching cock. He stands and mopes to the empty spot beside Changbin who pats him on the back.

"Shit fucking sucks, doesn't it?"

Seungmin ignores how Changbin consoles Hyunjin as he places himself between your legs. He tucks his mullet behind his ear, making sure he has a clear view of your trembling body.

"Can you stand?"

His question throws you off, looking at him in disbelief. You hardly know how you're able to talk coherently. You shake your head, "I doubt it." Seungmin nods, but the look on his face is far from understanding. You see a plan form behind his eyes as he calls for his frat brothers for help.

"Chan, help her up," Seungmin turns to the rest of the men behind him. "Changbin, Minho, come here."

The three seem puzzled as they follow his instructions. Chan walks around the couch and takes your hand in his, slowly helping you up. You wobble and shake as you're brought to your feet, but the strain on your legs is manageable when Changbin and Minho are placed beside you, hooking your arms over their shoulder as they hold you by the waist.

"See," Seungmin sounds pleased. "Not so bad."

But you're not too pleased yourself. You can feel all your cum running down your legs, tickling your inner thighs. "I was much more comfortable on the couch," you say honestly. Seungmin rolls his eyes, his nimble fingers finding the top of your pussy to play with.

"I just thought this position would seem more familiar to you."

At first, you're confused. Eyebrows pulled together as his fingers trail lower to circle your entrance. Slowly, piece by piece, the puzzles fit into place. You study his hair, how the back of his mullet goes reaches the top of his neck. You pay close attention to the slender fingers that easily rub on your clit, prodding and flicking your pussy.

Oh. Oh.

"Ahh," he says, lips pulled back into a full smile. "Someone's finally figured it out."

Seungmin chuckles at the way you cling onto him, hands wrapping around his neck. You tug in his long hair, trying to pull him impossibly close to you.

"A-all this time," you hiccup. "Why didn't you say anything?"

His eyes widen, "Why didn't I- I did! Did you not hear me calling out Hyunjin's bullshit when you first came here? When Bin tried getting his little cock in you?"

"Yah!" Changbin shouts behind you. "It's not little!"

Seungmin pays no mind to his defense. "So don't say I didn't say anything when I did." He tuts and shakes his head. "You know what? Chan, Changbin, picks up her legs. Minho, go behind her and just keep her steady."

"Wha-" You barely manage to question what's happening when you're hoisted into the air, sitting on an invisible chair with your thighs spread. Minho keeps his chest flushed against your back, keeping you upright while Chan and Changbin hold you up by each leg.

Seungmin makes haste to undo his belt, yanking off the leather material before reaching to pull out his cock.

"I was gonna go easy on you, ya know?" He lets his cock spring free. "Your pussy has had so many fingers in it. Probably sensitive and tired. I was just gonna give you a quick orgasm and call it a night. Maybe call you another time for a fuck." Seungmin grabs the base of his cock to angle at your pussy. He slides his tip from the top of your clit to the entrance of your pussy before dragging it back up again.

"But I don't think I should let such an opportunity go to waste. Especially when you're blaming me."

Seungmin taps his head on your clit, making you writhe in the other men's hold. They adjust you in unison to keep you at the perfect height for Seungmin's cock. You watch as his tip trails over and over on your slit, collecting and spreading your old cum.

"Plus, I think you've been waiting for a cock in you for a while now."

To this, you nod rapidly. As abused as your cunt is and as sticky as you are, you know you need to end the night cumming on a cock. Specifically, the cock of the person from that night. Seungmin pulls back to place the crown in your hole, pushing through the sopping walls.

The curve of his head makes your eyes roll, hands digging into his familiar hair at the pleasure. Seungmin pulls an inch out before going a few more inches in, then repeats the process. You can feel how your pussy molds into his shape, how your walls cave to his girth. If you thought his fingers felt perfect, his cock is heavenly.

His pelvis touches you, a sign that he's fully sated inside you. You pulse and quiver around him, arousal accumulating between your thighs. Seungmin groans at your tightness, finding a pace to rock his hips to.

"Tight pussy," he grunts. "Still got a good pussy even after six men got to use it."

You moan at his crude words, "But you like my slutty pussy, don't you?" Seungmin raises an eyebrow but keeps an amused smile. "Duh. Opened up nice and good for me at the party. It's only fair you did with my friends too."

Seungmin puts his hands on your hips, making your elevated body thrust back onto his cock. For a moment, you're scared the movement would have made the other men lose their grip on you, but their hands are strong as they hold you. They talk and moan at the sight of you getting fucked, both in jealousy and awe.

"I was supposed to put my cock in her first, you know?"

"Fuck off, Bin. You weren't even supposed to whip it out."

"You didn't make her cum either. It's a bad night for you, huh?"

The three oldest frat brothers amuse themselves while you drown in pleasure. Your gaze switches from Seungmin's cock in you to his piercing eyes. There's sweat forming on his brow, threatening to drip onto you. The sounds of your bodies connecting wetly vibrate in the air, but it only encourages the other four men to come closer.

Hyunjin seems to have finally finished, his cum stained on his hands with flushed cheeks. Felix finally managed to find his cock in his pants, stroking it at the speed Seungmin fucks you. Han desperately begs Minho to switch, claiming he can hold you up too. Jeongin doesn't bother to touch himself, being that he already came, but he does reach in between your's and Seungmin's body to play with your clit.

The pressure makes you tighten around Seungmin's length, earning a moan from him. He stills his hips and throws his head back, lips curling into an endearing snarl. "Do that again, I'll cum in your cunt."

You hope he does, you don't know how much longer you'll last. With everyone's eyes on you and extra pair of hands on your clit, the feeling of your final orgasm builds. It feels hot all over, yet you break out in goosebumps. Seungmin can feel the difference deep inside you, how your pussy grips onto him.

He thrusts deeper into you, making his tip kiss your womb. It feels unbearable, but you take the overwhelming pleasure as much as you can.

"Fuck," you squeal out. "I'm! It's...Sung, I'm so close." Both Jeongin and Seungmin groan in approval. Seungmin fucks into you so hard Chan's grip falters. Hyunjin quickly helps steady you, adding extra security. Jeongin uses three fingers to quickly rub on your clit, and that's what brings you to the edge.

You burst with pleasure, leaking with cum on Seungmin's cock with loud moans. All the men coo and praise your orgasm, coaxing all the cum out of you. Jeongin slows his rubbing so Seungmin can focus on his own release.

It takes the sight of your fucked out expression and creamy pussy to make Seungmin finish inside you. He stills his hips and unloads his warmth inside your warmer walls. He pulses in your cunt, groaning as his final strings of cum make their way deep inside you.

With a few more pumps to ride out his orgasm, Seungmin finally pulls out of you. Felix and Jeongin watch as cum oozes out of your hole, dripping onto the floor and down your ass.

"I wanna see!" Han leaves Minho to run to the front, seeing the pearly essence drip from you.

"Jeez," Felix uses a small finger to mix the arousal. "Didn't think you could cum this much." He sticks his cum-ringed finger in your gaping pussy, where it belongs.

Seungmin takes a moment to catch his breath, flicking his hair from his face. "I've been waiting for-fucking-ever. You took your sweet ass time." Felix shrugs with an adoring smile, "She's got a sweet ass pussy, what can I say?"

Chan and Changbin carefully set you down, helping you to the couch where you lay flat on your back. You drape an arm over your forehead and look up to the ceiling. All of your nerves are on fire, high with dopamine from your consecutive orgasms.

Someone wipes you clean, another brings you water and a blanket. You distantly hear Chan say you can spend the night, but you're already closing your eyes before he offers. All eight men find their place in the living room, putting a movie on to fill the silence. The tenderness of everything makes you laugh. Acting as if they weren't all wanting to fuck you minutes before.

Seungmin snuggles beside you, satisfied to see your expression content and relaxed.

You may have come intending to find your one mystery man, but it seems like you'll be leaving with seven more than you bargained for.

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SKZ AS SUBS - HYUNG LINE 🥀

as the self-proclaimed sub!skz ambassador, i felt the need to share my version to the internet just because this was boiling inside of my brain for too long, so... i am sorry ♡

(also a big thank you to my bub @straykeedz for listening to my rants at 2 a.m. ❤️‍🩹)

content warning: smut, sub!skz, dom!fem reader, unprotected sex, mention of subspace, edging, overstimulation, orgasm denial, spanking, mommy kink, praise kink, oral fixation, cross dressing, pet play, sexting, pegging, free use, mention of somnophilia, mirror sex

☆ MASTERLIST ☆

HYUNG LINE MAKNAE LINE

➛ Bang Chan

- sweet baby channie is 100% good boy, and he will do anything in the world to please you;

- wants to be your own fuckdoll and pleads to be used just for your pleasure. edging? yes ma'am. overstimulation? another big yes! he would satisfy every little kink of yours just to see you getting off because of him;

- service top !!! he has a great stamina and would go on for hours, fighting against every impending orgasm to make you enjoy sex as long as he can;

- he worships you. like a lot. he would call you his goddess, his princess, his angel, his light. he is a sucker for prasing you and your body;

- ... and he is also a sucker for being praised. call him your good pup or good boy to see his pretty face all flushed and his thrusts become erratic;

- he is into orgasm denial for sure, because it means he can please you more and see your face fall apart under him;

- soft grunts while he gently pounds into you;

- he probably has a daddy/mommy kink, but he likes to be called daddy just because he enjoys being slightly degraded by you. "Daddy wants to make mommy cum? But mommy is not done using daddy yet".

- "please please please please PLEASE". and "am I doing good enough?"

- if you spank his butt he will lose his mind and whine a lot, but he has the cutest voice when fucked up, so... why not?

- prefers staying on top of you because he doesn't want you to move one single finger and enjoys feeling like a big sized dildo for you;

- "Oh God, baby, b-baby. Can you let me cum? Are you letting me cum inside of your pussy? I don't... I don't d-deserve it".

➛ Lee Know

- minho is a fucking TEASE. 101% brat material;

- will answer back every single time and won't take a punishment without grunting and cursing;

- he will start arguments just because he is bored and you can swear to god he is the most annoying and restless thing on earth. it's not clear if he does it just for fun or if he enjoys the after treatment, but be ready to stuff his mouth full with something - a shirt, a sheet, his own underwear - because he won't shut the fuck up for one second;

-he becomes pliant just after you spanked him so much that he cums untouched on the mattress, face all flushed and drool over his chin;

- he secretly has a praise kink but he will never admit it. you just know because the only way to stop his trantrum is to remember him that you want him to be your pretty toy, your good boy to play with;

- drooly. leaky. just wet all the time;

- oral fixation. he will suck anything you present in front of his pretty mouth. your tongue, your tits, your pussy, your fingers, your strap;

- enjoys pain as long as paired with you sweet tone while you twist his nipples in between your fingers or gently scratch his balls with your pretty nails;

- after you tame him, he becomes almost non verbal and he falls quickly into his subspace. He enjoys being called pretty things while you ride him and milk him dry;

- "Uh, ah mmh, nffgh- uhh", that's all you are gonna hear from him;

- wants to be played with after he cums and loves to hear you calling him your little pretty boy after he drove you crazy the entire time.

➛ Changbin

- sub enthusiast agenda at its finest !! binnie is just so happy to be there for you that he could jump from excitement;

- the most obedient boy ever. not whiney, not sobbing, just pure and honest happiness everytime you are intimate;

- def into cross-dressing as in pink fluffy sweaters, cute aprons and lacey panties. he doesn't steal from you though! he politely asks if he can borrow some of your clothes, sending cute texts while you are at work. you spoil him by buying several matching sets for every occasion and he just beams;

- i can see binnie being into soft pet play. all of him is soft either and, of course, you are never harsh with him. he likes being addressed as a cute little puppy, being petted and fed from your hands while he gently humps your leg until he cums with a loving moan;

- similarly to chan, he loves being good for you, but binnie never gets desperate about it because he knows that he is the best boy. he enjoys the praise because he loves feeling pampered, but he doesn't crave it as much as chan since he is very confident about it;

- he smiles a lot. you give him a slow handjob? he smiles. you suck him sloppily? he smiles. you fuck him or you let him fuck you? he always smiles. he is the actual embodiment of the sun itself. he enjoys being your sub more than anything in the world;

- not embarassed to ask you anything. he will talk to you about every little kink and scene he wants to try and he is super vocal about it!!;

- very very loud. he has the loveliest grunts in the world and, since he's not shy, he will let you know exactly how he is feeling. "Ah, baby- feels so good. So good, so warm. Please let me cum, I've been so good to you. You're too tight, it's unreal".

- he loves to be pegged. honestly, he will ask you after a couple of months just to be sure you know each other for a sufficient amount of time. once you reassure him that you would love to try with him, he will kiss you all over to thank you. his moans while you pound gently into him and look at his pink rim engulfing your strap are enough to convince you that you should be doing this more often;

- he will sext and send nudes a lot, so... be prepared to see his chubby rosey cock appearing a lot on your phone screen;

- "Baby, I love you, I love you, I love you I - ungghh - love y-you";

- he cums a lot and he has a decent stamina. but he will make sure that you are fully satisfied before asking you if he can keep thrusting even if he already came;

➛ Hyunjin

- pillow princess. do we have to add something else? i don't think so;

- he is your baby, and wants to be treated like one. his submissive side is not just sexually oriented, it's more like his way of seeing your relationship dynamics;

- wants you to feed him and dress him and tell him he is the prettiest boy you've ever seen. it's the truth, and you will learn that you love pampering him till the end of your days;

- whiny? bratty? sobbing? screaming? requesting? yes. all of it. hyune is not an easy sub and taking care of him requests a lot of time and effort, but seeing him under you, all open and stretched and flushed is the best reward you could wish for;

- despite all of this, he is very romantic. he will make sure to kiss you a lot and tell you that he loves you so much several times a day;

- he is very open to the idea of free use, even if he is not properly active. as long as he feels nice and you are milking him good, he is more than okay to be used as you please, even during his sleep;

- the filthiest mouth. he knows that you won't deny him anything in the entire world and that you love hearing his voice, and he uses it to his own advantage;

- "Wanna be sucked, baby, wanna feel your lips around me. Let me feel good, let me cum in your mouth. And then fuck me and let me cum in your pussy too. You know I deserve it, right?";

- mirror sex is probably his biggest turn-on. he will convince you to fill your shared bedroom with mirrors until every wall has a reflective surface on it. he will look at his own fucked up face while you have your way with him and he cums hard every single time;

- likes to be pretty, of course. he will send you tons of artsy nudes while he wraps a hand around his leaky cock and spurts hot cum all over the red corset he put on for you;

- "can you fuck me to sleep? wanna be held by you".

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may may may i just came up with something 🤭

i was listening to one of my playlists this afternoon and the song love me like you do by ellie goulding started playing (i think it was on the 50 shades of grey film or something like that) and then i've been stuck with this part of the lyrics since then: "i'll let you set the pace/cause i'm not thinking straight/my head's spinning around, i can't see clear no more".

so, the thing is. imagine a make out session with jisung (i first thought of changbin but i feel like this scenario fits jisung better), heated make out session with him, early in the relationship, both of you still having trouble with expressing how you feel, what are your thoughts on sex and that part of the relationship... but at this point, both of tou are desperate for each other.

so you let him kiss you, you on his lap, you on control, enjoying the way he is slowly losing control over his actions, trying to imagine how long has he been holding back because this feels like the perfect time to have your first time together and you're not planning on deny it if he wants to take things further.

but even if you're wishing to do more, to feel how he melts under your touch, you stay still, comfy in his lap, watching him loose composture, how he's far gone and he's slowly letting his impulses guide him. you're obsessed with this side of your boyfriend, messy and chaotic and so so vocal...

(tbh i'm obssesed too. i'm in a han jisung brain rot, what can i say)

God, mars, I …. oh, I like this, very much

this literally turned into a lil one-shot but if anyone deserves it it's YOU ❤️‍🩹

Both your arms would be around his neck, maybe supporting yourself on the back of the sofa on either side of his face. His hands are resting on your hips, fingers twitching every now and again, digging into your plush skin, but not indulgently, you can tell he’s holding back.

His lips are all over yours, like they have been for the last … you don’t know how long any more. They’re slick, swollen, hot, and so, so, soft. Gentle, too, as they brush yours before his tongue dips back into your mouth, sliding over yours with a barely contained little moan. It’s hot and heavy and lazy, the way he doesn’t pull back when he’s not kissing you, letting his lips drag over yours, over the skin around your mouth, trailing spit as he mouthes against your skin, deeply inhaling every now and again.

Your eyes are heavy with how long you’ve had them closed while you were entirely lost in Jisung. But curiosity gets the better of you, and you crack one eye open just enough to see him. He’s a vision, messy strands of hair falling into his forehead, his cheeks flushed and pretty lips swollen. His eyes are shut, eyebrows slightly raised, looking almost helpless in the face of your lips on his, as he breathes heavily against your mouth.

And you know he’s hard, you can feel him underneath you, throbbing in his jeans, but he’s not grinding against you. He’s not moving at all, as a matter of fact – and you know it’s because the last thing he wants is to make you uncomfortable. Which he told you the first time you had found yourself in this situation a while back. God, you like him so so so much.

But you’re not uncomfortable, haven’t been for a long time now. No, now every time you find yourself here, you find yourself aching for more. More of his sweet taste, more of his hot honey skin on yours. All your need shivers down your spine and right in between your legs, arousal pooling. You need more, you need him, and you need him closer.

You thread one of your hands into the back of his hair and tug slightly as you pull him in more firmly against your lips, and the sound he makes is somewhere between a yelp and a moan – it’s so pretty it sends tingles down your spine. He responds so readily, it makes your fingertips tingle, tilting his head when the press of your lips becomes more insistent, letting you deepen the kiss.

You can feel him struggle to keep his composure beneath you, his cock twitching when you rub your tongue against his and there’s a lewd squelch. His breathing is even heavier now, little puffs of air hitting your skin where’s breathing out of his nose, his hands are twitching on your hips.

When you pull back just slightly and brush your lips against his, he whines out, quietly, brokenly, his pretty eyes fluttering open. He looks up at you like you hung the stars in the sky, his lips parted as he chases yours again. A part of you wants to deny him, wants to see what would happen if you did, but … you can’t, not when he’s looking at you like he wants to devour you.

So you lean back in, kissing him harder, pressing him into the back of the sofa, and he just lets you tilt his head back until all he can do is take what you give him. And you give him all you have, all the aching need inside of you pouring out of you as you drag your fingernails over his scalp and rub your tongue against his, a shaky sigh tumbling from your own lips.

One of his hands that have been so faithfully, so composedly resting on your hips finally slips down to your thigh, squeezing the meat of it hungrily, and you can’t help but lean in closer with another, louder sigh. And it’s like he’s been waiting for it, his other hand immediately slipping from your waist to your lower back to pull you closer. It feels almost … possessive. The realisation has your toes curling in your socks, your hips canting ever so slightly, rubbing your core over where he is rock hard in his pants, and it makes pleasure explode through your body.

And if Jisung’s tightening hands and stuttering moans are anything to go by, it feels just as good for him. So you do it again, more insistently, and this time his moan is instant, and much louder. It’s addicting. The third time you do it and stop again, he whimpers, whining something against your lips that you can’t make out. You pull back slightly, and he immediately stares up at you, pupils blown so wide his eyes are almost black. Your fingers are still carding through his hair, and it makes his eyelids flutter prettily.

“Baby, …” he breathes out, and you can hear it all; The reticence, the fear of going too far, but also a burning, almost feverish desire that you recognise because you feel it, too.

“Shhh,” you breathe against his skin, your lips softly kissing the corner of his mouth, then his jaw, and down his pretty, thick neck, his hair tickling your face as you lap at his skin, “I want it, too.”

Your words make his hips jump underneath you, grinding up into you so perfectly, you breathe a moan against his skin as he whimpers and slips his hand under your shirt, fingers digging into the hot skin of your back. You grind yourself back down on him, but this time you don’t stop, setting a steady rhythm that sends electric shocks of pleasure through your body.

And God, Jisung is loud. Every rut of your core over his aching cock is repaid by a breathless moan that is so distracting, makes your head go so fuzzy you have trouble focusing on the movement of your hips and your lips on his neck.

When you pull back to suggest moving things to the bedroom, the suggestion dies on your lips when you see him underneath you – his head is still thrown back against the sofa, his eyes closed and brows furrowed in concentration as he uses his strong hands to rut you over his dick faster, harder, his own hips bucking against you in time, rubbing against your clit so perfectly your legs start to tremble underneath you. The moans he lets out are wet, breathy, his pink tongue darting out to lick his lips and your whole body starts trembling, overwhelmed by him, him, him, when you lean in, wrapping your hands around both side of his throat and slot your lips over his again.

A deep groan tears from his throat when you lick into his mouth, one hand burying itself in your hair to pull you closer, the other wrapping tightly around your waist as he ruts against you harder, his own hips starting to stutter.

Your body feels like it’s about to go up in flames, drunk on the way he’s cradling you into his chest, the way he’s kissing you so deep and wet, letting his trembling moans tumble into the safety of your mouth. You can feel the coil in your stomach tightening, your moans growing in pitch, more and more out of breath as your hips stutter, and he ruts you against himself harder, his own moans mimicking yours before you tumble over the edge, cumming so hard you see stars, eyes screwed shut, a whine tearing out of your throat as one hand shoots out to dig into the leather of the sofa as you twitch in his arms.

His grasp on you is almost bruising as his stuttering hips try to ride out your orgasm, but within seconds he spills hot and sticky into his boxers, gasping and moaning into your mouth loudly.

He breathes heavily against your lips before he kisses you chastely, flutters his eyes open and grins up at you, sheepishly, cheeks tinged pink. He looks completely fucked out, and you’re already in love with the view.

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Need Your Attention — Han Jisung + partial Lee Minho.

In which you and Han make each other a little too jealous over each other, and it leads to you both realizing you want more than just friends... who sometimes sleep together. | Fluff, little angst, mention of smut.

Warnings: drinking, slightly implied Minsung, jealousy, friends with benefits, slight NSFW, minors do not interact!. potential sub!han (probably in part two)

Wordcount: 2.6k

part one. | part two. (coming soon) | part three ???

You weren’t sure how long you’d been staring.

With your eyes fixed across the club, all you really could do was watch. It tore a pit into your chest so deep you almost thought your heart would fall right through.

All of your senses were on edge, and there was a heat burning in your core so hot it felt like fire.

Something like this happening was far from your kind when you first entered the club with the members. Han had practically begged you to come out with them.

You knew you should’ve said no, but there was just something so convincing in the way he asked you with big pleading eyes. You broke with just a simple tilt of his head, the small smile that always seemed to ghost across his lips was seared into your mind now. Look what your weak resolve had gotten you now.

Your hand clenched a bit around the glass. The drink sat so long in your hand that beads of condensation rolled down your fingers, dripping onto the dark wood of the bar below.

You could put the blame onto someone else, but it really was your own fault for still staying in your seat at the bar. There were a couple moments you considered leaving. It would’ve been so easy to go back home without saying a word.

But then, you’d miss the way Han looked on the dance floor.

It was as if he’d forgotten all about you. His hands sliding up and down the person he danced with. The tension was so palpable between them as they danced to the slow rhythm of the song, you could feel it in your seat across the club.

It wasn’t just that one person though. If it was, you were sure you’d be less affected. Everyone knew Han was a flirt, but there was something different now. Every single person he interacted with, in moments they were wrapped around his finger.

You could tell he was enjoying the attention. The cocky grin plastered on his face was one he really only used when he was on stage. He was putting on a show, and it pissed you off.

His eyes met yours in a slow deliberate stare, making sure you were still watching him. That he still had the attention of the only person in the club that he actually wanted. Even from his spot on the dance floor, he could see the darkness swirling in your eyes, and he wanted to push you even further. Keeping his eyes locked on yours, he pulled the girl he was dancing with flush to his body. Her hands roamed his broad back as they grinded together.

You felt the fire in your veins grow hotter, he was toying with you. He must’ve gotten the reaction he wanted because he dropped his head back, a shit eating grin on his face now. You’ve had enough of his games.

It only took a couple moments for you to make your way back to the table where everyone had sat. It was like fate was on your side in your revenge, because as soon as you got back to the table, Minho slid into his seat.

With your drink in one hand, you slipped your other arm around the man’s shoulders. Minho gave you a slightly confused look before he saw where you were looking.

Han still danced with the girl from before, but now, her lips seemed to be closer to his neck. It didn’t look like he noticed though, his eyes were trained on you and Minho.

“What kind of game are you two playing now?” Minho’s hand rested on the small of your back as you leaned into him, an amused grin tugging at his lips. He wasn’t a stranger to yours and Han’s antics. He also didn’t mind being thrown into the middle of them, sometimes. “Hannie looks like he’s having fun”

“Yeah, he’s having loads.” You rolled your eyes, feeling the burn in your chest again. It was hard to convince yourself that it was due to sipping your drink.

“Hm, so you’re jealous” Minho nodded looking up to you fully now, his hand felt heavy against your back and you tried to protest.

“I’m not jealous-“

“Yeah, yeah. Like I’m going to believe that” He grunted out a laugh, his fingers playing with the hem of your shirt as he spoke. “You know I can read you like a damn book”

Your cheeks were burning now, and heat crept up the back of your neck. Everything was so hot. It was damn near suffocating and when you tried to pull yourself from Minho’s arms, he just tugged you even closer.

“Mmm, nope. You came to me, I’m not going to let you go that easily” He hummed softly as if he were thinking, and you couldn’t help but turn your gaze back to Han. You were stopped though. Minho’s fingers tugged your chin to force you to look at him once more. “Eyes on me, baby.”

The way his voice dropped a little had your stomach fluttering.

“If you want to make him jealous, staring at him won’t do a thing” He chided a little, as if he were saying something that was common sense. Before you could say anything, he pulled you to sit on his lap.

“Minho-“

“Shhh, let’s make Hannie see what exactly he’s missing” He whispered into your ear, leaning on to press a quick kiss to your neck. The quickness of it drew a gasp from your lips and he chuckled at the sound. You giggled in response and relaxed in his lap.

You always wondered what was going through Minho’s thoughts when either you or Han sought him out during these “games”. Especially when you found his hands gripping your waist so tightly it forced a breathy moan out of you. He never seemed to mind getting a little close with you two, but he also never crossed over the line fully.

Before you could really start letting your thoughts wander, you felt Minho pull away from your neck, it took everything in you to stifle the whine that wanted to come out.

“Damn, looks like it already worked.” Minho mumbled, his eyes following something across the club. He quickly stole a kiss from you before patting the side of your ass. “My time’s up, baby. Think Hannie needs you now”

You slid off his lap, a little more hesitant than you’d like to admit, and looked to where Han had gone. In a moment, whatever desire that had been building for Minho slipped away. Replaced with a burning ache for the brat that had tested you all night.

It really only took you a few minutes to find Han. Because the guys had decided to go to one of the nicer clubs they liked, there was an abundance of rooms for certain things. Once again, luck seemed to be on your side.

Han stood in the third room you’d checked, arms crossed over his chest with a pout that you thought was a tad too dramatic.

“Why do you always have to go to Minho?”

He whined, out of context the question would’ve placed all the blame onto you. Which was not even close to the trust.

“You have fun dancing?” You asked, mirroring the way he crossed his arms. It hadn’t been the fact he was flirting and grinding with other people, it was that he was doing it solely to get your attention. You hated that.

You and Han had been going back and forth in a sort of relationship, sort of best friends with benefits for months. It had damn near been a year since he’d approached you, and still, nothing had changed. It was beyond tiring. There was no sense of normalcy between you two anymore, and the constant push and pull was giving you whiplash.

Your eyes dragged down Han’s face, taking in the expression that had your chest clenching once more. This time, there was a feeling within the tightness that you couldn’t quite name. There had been plenty of times where both of you had played the game of who could make the other more jealous. But this time? It felt different.

“Why did you even invite me out if you were going to nearly fuck every god damn person in the club?”

You weren’t really sure why you were so angry, it wasn’t like he actually fucked anyone. And the both of you weren’t dating, you had no right to be so upset. But there you were, seething as images of Han grinding with the last girl you’d seen plagued your mind.

Han’s cheeks burned at your words, hues of pink and red dancing across his tanned skin. When you put it like that, he couldn’t really defend himself.

“Oh, like you weren’t practically fucking Minho at the table.”

He knew that would make things worse. He knew that it wasn’t fair to you, but you weren’t being fair to him! How could you stand there and basically yell at him when you were doing things to make him jealous too!

Anger flared in your chest, followed by hurt and ultimately disappointment. You stayed silent for a long moment, eyes dropping down to the floor as you tried to piece together the thoughts swirling around in your mind.

“Han what are we doing?” You finally asked the question that had been begging to come out for months.

Han froze, at first he didn’t really understand what you meant, but when you looked back to him he saw the anger had died down a bit. You looked sad. His heart broke.

“I…” He trailed off, eyes flicking between yours while he processed your question. It’s not like he hadn’t thought of it himself. He had. More times than he would’ve liked. Over the past few months especially, there were times where he’d lay awake late at night when he was supposed to be resting for practice the next day. His mind drowning in what he could have with you. “We’re friends… right?”

It was pathetic, and he knew that.

“Right, we’re friends.” You scoffed at his answer, expecting him to come up with a little more than that. “Friends who just sleep together, and do everything couples do… but not exclusively of course. Heaven forbid we attempt a little commitment.”

Your words dripped with a venom that Han had never heard from you before, and his eyes widened as he listened to you. He’d been so needy for your attention earlier, but also a little stubborn to let himself actually ask for it. He couldn’t help but think if he’d gone straight to you, this would’ve never happened.

“What are you trying to say?” Han whispered, his voice shaking a little now. Despite how badly he didn’t want to know the answer to that, he needed it. “Y/n..”

“I think we should either call it quits on whatever this is,” You waved your hand between him and yourself, referring to the web of messy situations this ‘relationship’ had brought on between you. “Or, we actually try something real. I can’t keep… I can’t keep watching you with other people, and pretending that it doesn’t bother me. Because it does, Jisung!”

Your voice was shaking now too, and all the emotions that had piled up in your chest from the night spilled out at once.

“Do you know how many times I begged myself to not care that you could go out and sleep with other people?” You pushed a hand through your hair, trying to fight against the tears that were threatening to fill your eyes. Han was no better, just like any other fight you’d had with him, tears were already nearly spilling over. “I know we’re not exclusive, but… fuck it, I’ve never slept with anyone else besides you this whole time!”

“You… wait,” Han closed the distance between the two of you now, his hands desperately gripping yours. Despite knowing how upset you were, he needed some form of contact with you. It felt as if his chest were going to burst if he didn’t “You thought I was sleeping with other people?”

“It sure looked like it sometimes.” You sighed, remembering all the nights you saw him leaving parties with other people.

“Y/n, I only agreed to that because I thought you were sleeping with other people!” His voice picked up at the end of his words, turning in a whine that normally would’ve made you laugh. “You’re telling me that you’ve never slept with Minho?”

“What? No, I definitely have not.” You looked at him with wide eyes now, a frown pulling your lips down.

“What the fuck?” Han whispered, he was having a hard time processing all of this. All those times he tried to make you jealous was so your attention was on him instead of Minho, and all the times you’d gone to Minho to make Han jealous was so Han was looking at you instead of the other people.

It only took you a moment to figure out how utterly stupid both of you were. Han opened his mouth again to speak, but you grabbed his face with both of your hands and crashed your lips to his. The kiss was sloppy, your teeth scraped against each other at first and it nearly made you cringe.

Once Han’s hands found their normal place on your waist, and your hands threaded into his hair, he melted into you. Whining loudly when you traced your tongue along the slant of his lips, he parted them to let you in. You loved how little always made him fall apart in your arms.

And now that you knew this whole time it had only been you to make him melt like this, it made you want to push him even further.

You both panted heavily when you broke the kiss off, resting your forehead against his.

“You…” You whispered breathlessly, still gripping his hair gently. He didn’t let you actually speak before he moved his lips to your neck, growing even more needier as he pictured Minho kissing you there earlier. “Stop.”

You tugged on his hair, pulling him from your neck which forced a whine from his throat as he looked at you with flushed cheeks.

“Whyyy?” Han whimpered, trying to lean back in to kiss you, but you stopped him once again. Slipping your other hand to cover his mouth with a soft grin

“If you keep kissing me like that, I won't be able to hold myself back.” You mumbled, moving your hand from his mouth to cup his face.

“Then don’t”

You could tell how needy he was getting now, his hands on your waist had pulled you flush to him and the hardness of his erection in his pants pressed into your hip. You knew he was moments away from grinding into your hip.

“Jisung, I’m not fucking you in this club. We’ll go back to my apartment.”

“Fuck, okay..” He whined again when you pulled away from his body completely, but grinned when he saw how flustered you looked as well. He reached back toward you and you nudged his hands away.

“No, keep your hands to yourself.” You said firmly, pushing him towards the door, his jacket had covered the bulge in his pants just enough to where it wasn’t noticeable unless you looked really hard. “Be good.”

“Only if you keep telling me what to do when we get back to your apartment” Han grinned when you rolled your eyes at him, but he saw the way your eyes grew a little darker under the neon lights of the club.

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