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gingersxng · 2 days
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Sharing Is Caring
Pairing: f!reader x Mingi x Yunho
Author note: fantasies while ovulating:)
Genre: smut 18+
Notes: dom! yungi, sub!reader, threesome, oral (m)&(f) receiving, masturbation, overstimulation, cum cum cum, dirty talk, pet names (doll & pup), fingering, cursing, cum eating, nipple sucking, teasing, slight choking, unprotected sex (always keep safe), double penetration, Yunho and Mingi has big dicks, marking (hickeys), kissing. for sure forgot something
Words: 1.2k
“what a nasty girl sucking our big cocks like the slut you are” Mingi said looking down at you as you sat on your knees in front of the bed with his thick cock in your mouth, drool spilling out of your mouth. you bobbed your head as you kept eye contact with him. he stroked your hair as a dirty smirk painted his face making your pussy clench. Yunho sat beside Mingi on the bed stroking his cock waiting for his turn. the view made you moan around Mingis dick as you felt your pussy tighten yet again. as you sped up the pace you could see Mingi biting his bottom lip and swallowing hard making his adam’s apple bop up and down. the deep moans gave you tingles down your throbbing core. Yunhos cock twitched in his hand as he watched your mouth taking his friends dick. you pulled away from Mingis length, your spit connecting with his dick in thin strings. you moved a couple centimetres until you were sat in front of Yunho. his dick was hard and sensitive from all the cumming he’d done earlier.
you placed small kisses along his length up to the head leaving him a groaning mess. “fuuuuck” Yunho moaned and put his big hand on the back of your head pushing you down on his cock making you gag. “man you’re destroying her mouth” Mingi chuckled looking down at the mess. because Yunho was so sensitive and overstimulated you wanted to tease him a bit, going down on him very slow and when he was about to cum you pulled away. “you better let me cum or I’ll tear you apart later” he growled at you.
just the thought of him destroying you got your pussy dripping. you spat on his cock and started jerking him off with both hands, you got off your knees and stood up leaning in to kiss him while you continued pumping him. Yunho grabbed your ass spreading the cheeks apart when you felt two fingers penetrate your hole. you moaned into Yunhos mouth, you looked behind you and were met with a pair of dark eyes. “gonna warm you up before we destroy you doll” Mingis voice dropped sending chills down your spine.
after a couple more pumps Yunho finally came in your hand and on your chest. you licked the cum off your fingers and he licked the remains off your chest then moved to your breast biting on your nipples. Mingi added a third finger making your back arch. they really enjoyed teasing and playing with you until you reached the peak of pleasure, leaving you a nasty mess.
all the teasing got to your head and it made you craving them more. Mingi felt how your hole squeezed his fingers knowing exactly what you wanted. he removed his fingers dragging them slowly up your back and stopped when he finally reached your neck, wrapping his hand around it giving it a light squeeze. a smirk appeared when he heard the moan coming from you. Yunho pulled away from your nipples with a wet pop, a deep chuckle left his mouth as he saw how vulnerable you were in their hands. he snaked his hands around your waist pulling you down so you were straddling him, his cock sandwiched between your and his torso letting another moan escape your lips.
Yunho began to roll his hips onto yours, his breathing became heavier and his cock harder leaking precum at the tip. your mind was all foggy with the grip Mingi had on your neck, your eyes were shut and the biggest focus was trying to breathe normally. seeing how you began to struggle a bit Mingi released his grip around your neck caressing your back. the wonderful feeling of air snapped you back to reality and you could feel Mingi standing behind you pressing his cock against your back, you felt yourself getting wetter and grew desperate. “pleaseee” you whined, both men looking at you. “please what?” Mingi responded pressing his dick harder against your back. “what do you want doll?” Yunho said grabbing your chin locking eyes with you. your hips started to move up and down on Yunhos lap trying to get some type of friction. “you need to tell us what you want pup” Mingi continued to tease you but this time he grabbed your boobs massaging them together right in front of Yunhos face. “I wan- want.. pls” you couldn’t speak clearly being too frustrated. “we’ve got all night doll, we got plenty of time to play with our favourite fuck toy” the grin on Yunhos face made you almost lose it. “pleasee! fuc-fuck me! I need you both inside me” you yelled out not being able to take anymore of their teasing. “oh we will..” Mingi growled as he stepped back to help Yunho lift you up as he placed himself behind you so you were sandwiched between them.
“now be a good girl and show us what a nasty fuck toy you are” Mingi said as they sunk you down on their cocks. you could feel how your pussy stretched out as they slowly sunk inside your warm wet cave. you felt tears building up in your eyes as they began to move under you, letting out whimpers with every thrust. their hands were all over your body grabbing everything they could, it was a pretty sight watching them groaning and moaning as they filled you up. you bounced faster feeling a familiar knot building up in your stomach. Mingi and Yunho were close too, their dicks rubbing against each other together with your hole clenching around them drove them crazy. Yunho bit down on your shoulder causing you to whine more. Mingi was kissing all over your back marking you up while rubbing your clit in circles driving you insane. “gonna cum” you whined feeling the knot almost burst from all the touching. crashing his lips onto yours Yunho bucked his hips deep inside you groaning into your mouth. “cum on our cocks doll” he growled. Mingi pressed his hand on your stomach feeling their dicks destroying your insides. Yunho watched as the outline of their cocks poked out from your belly. “fuck look how fucked out you are” Yunho smirked. you felt yourself cum at his words. all the strength was gone in your body and you struggled to hold yourself up. “that’s our good girl” Mingi growled and you felt them releasing their load inside you bucking their hips up deep into you. they kissed you all over and placed you down on the bed, Yunho hovering over you placing kisses from your chest down to your heat stopping as he looked up at you. you watched as he spread your legs apart watching as the cum was dripping out of your core. he placed kisses inside your inner thighs biting and marking them up before he began to eat you out. you arched your back and started to knead your breasts together. “mmh Yunho feels so -so goo- good” you hummed out.
you felt the side of the bed dip, your eyes shot open only to see Mingi joining his friend giving you a smile spreading your legs wider to get better access to your pussy. now they were like two lions devouring their pray.
“sharing is caring right pup”
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honeyhotteoks · 2 months
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this night together - chapter fourteen (j.yh + s.mg)
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chapter fourteen: what we mean to each other
chapter summary: making amends is hard, moving on is hard, but you have a home now in a way you've never had before. together, you move forward through it all.
warnings/notes: this chapter still deals with the aftermath of the attack, so all previous warnings apply, but i think you'll see we're coming out of it now and into much happier times. this is the start of an absolute fluff fest, and we'll be back to smut in the next chapter. specific warnings for: discussions of physical attack, anxiety, ptsd, consent conversations, past s*xual assault (mentioned in passing), issues with police and the legal system because lbr the cops aren't doing anything good for assault victims, and reader has a triggering moment with her neck but she works through it just fine
pairings: alpha!yunho x alpha!mingi x omega!reader
genre: smut, a/b/o/omegaverse, angst, fluff, romance, polyamory
word count: 14.3k
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It’s been days. Days of staying safe behind the walls of their apartment, days of dodging calls from your friends, days of cocooned self preservation. They haven’t left you for a single minute. You spent the weekend trading off who’s lap you were cuddled on and bickering over episodes of Single’s Inferno and you’ve never needed anything more. 
Slowly though, things start to shift. 
You’re showered, for one. And Yunho and Mingi both have settled back into their routines as best they can without leaving the apartment. Video games, mindless scrolling, paging through books and cooking balanced meals instead of another day of takeout. 
On Monday, Seonghwa confirms your worst suspicions by texting you a photo of the formal letter he received via Minseok’s attorney. You expect Yunho and Mingi’s are in the mail. Every time your phone chimes you expect it to be the police or some other official legal summons. Your mind has started to turn over every detail of the event with calculated detail, and your internet history stretches long with research. 
By Tuesday, you’ve caved and finally started answering Wooyoung’s texts with more than just single word responses or emoji confirmations that you’re still alive. The moment you do, he takes the opening and runs with it just like you knew he would. 
As you wait for the hot water for your tea to boil in the kettle, you re-read his most recent text again. 
Do you want to get out of the house for a bit? We can try that new spot by the bookstore?
Your stomach feels tight at the idea of going out and you do your best to tap out a reply that you think sounds casual and relaxed - Maybe next time, let’s just catch up and relax here? 
You watch the message send and deliver and in nearly real-time it flicks over to read. Dots appear as he types. 
Sure - his message reads - I’ll be there in an hour
An hour. You shouldn’t be so nervous to see your best friend, but the idea of opening up your little sanctuary to anyone right now feels a little fraught. The kettle whistles, and you hear feet shuffling against the vinyl flooring as Yunho crosses over into the kitchen and you lock your phone and Wooyoung’s messages away so you can focus. 
“Hey,” You murmur, giving him a smile as you pull the kettle off the heat. 
“Hey,” Yunho smiles back, leaning against the opposite counter, “everything okay?” 
“Mhm,” You tell him, just a little white lie. 
“Is Woo still coming by?” He questions.  
“Yeah,” You nod, setting the kettle on a pad so it doesn’t damage the countertop, “he said around an hour,” 
Yunho nods and then slides a bit closer to you, his hand stroking up and down your back once until he settles it on your hip. “Hey,” he says again, “can we talk?”
A nervous pang strikes in your gut, but he doesn’t look upset, so you take a guess at what he wants, “Is it okay that he’s coming?” 
“Wooyoung?” His brows draw together, “Of course, that’s not what I meant,” 
“Oh,” You turn towards him more fully, leaning against the counter with him, “okay, what’s up?” 
“I want to apologize,” He says, swallowing tightly. 
“Apologize,” You blink. 
He nods. 
“Okay,” You can see how whatever he’s about to say is bothering him, the stress under the surface, but you have no idea what he’s sorry for. 
“Listen,” He reaches and takes your hand, pulling you a little closer to him, “I know you know I’m sorry, but I haven’t said it clearly and you deserve that,” 
“Oh,” You relax further into his space until you can feel your bodies brushing together, the warmth radiating off his skin. 
“The way I reacted at the studio after your last heat was wrong,” He says in a rush of air as he laces your hands together, “and I haven’t gotten the chance to really say that,” 
“It’s okay,” You shake your head, soothing him a little, “you don’t have to,” 
“No,” He insists with a squeeze of your fingers, “I do. That day, I was worried and jealous and confused, but I let my anger get the better of me and that’s not something I normally do.”
You squeeze his fingers back, letting him know you’re listening. 
His eyes flick up from your joined hands to your eyes as he continues, “It’s not something I should have ever put on you or something you should ever see,” 
“People get angry,” You start to say. 
He’s firm when he shakes his head, “People get angry, but I don’t get angry at you. Ever.” 
“Yunho,” 
“I yelled at you,” He squeezes your hands, “I cursed at you,” 
“I did the same thing right back,” You remind him. 
“It’s not the same,” He presses, brushing right past your words, “and I’m apologizing because I’m telling you, y/n, it will never happen again.” 
“You think we’ll never have a fight?” You smile, “That’s optimistic,” 
“This isn’t a joke,” He sighs, “please,” 
“I’m sorry,” You tuck closer to him, unlacing your hands so you can snake your arms around his middle, “and I appreciate you apologizing for that fight, but I was upset you were being possessive and emotional after all the cold shoulder, you yelling wasn’t really high on my list of concerns,” 
He’s quiet for a moment, but then he nods, “I’ll get to that in a second, but will you hear me on this one thing?” 
“I’m listening,” 
“I hate to bring it up again,” He grimaces a little, “but I’ve just spent four days watching you jump at every noise around the apartment and wake up every night fucking terrified,” 
Your eyes shoot down. 
“And before I apologize for all the other ways I’ve been an ass to you,” His warm hands settle on your skin, thumb brushing along your jaw, “of which I know there are many,” 
You smile at that. 
“Yelling at you like that,” He sighs, “talking to you like that has been bothering me for months. I need to apologize for it because I need you to know that you’ll never, ever hear it again. Mingi said his peace, but it’s important to me that you know you’re safe with me in every way. If we’re going to do this, I need you to know you can tell me anything, including telling me off when I make mistakes, and I won’t get angry like that again.” 
“I already know that,” You look up, meeting his firm gaze and reaching for his cheek, “and I hope you understand that I know the difference between how you were angry then and what he did and how he spoke to me.” 
“I just had to say it,” He nods, “I would hate it if anything I ever did made you afraid to be honest with me, or made you feel like you’ve been feeling the past few days, I’d never,” 
“Baby,” You cup his cheeks in both hands, holding his eyes so he hears you fully, “I forgive you, and I am not afraid or uncomfortable with you or with Mingi. Not at all.” 
“Good,” He exhales hard, his eyes a little shiny and you press forward to wrap your arms around him and hug him close, his arms closing around your back. 
“If you’re being idiots,” You kiss his chest through the thin fabric of his t-shirt, “I’ll tell you you’re being idiots,” 
He laughs low, the vibration running through your chest, “Good.” 
“And if I’m being an idiot,” You add, “I’m not going to freak out if you get pissed at me or yell at me,” 
“I appreciate that,” He squeezes your shoulders, “but I don’t want to be the guy that yells, that’s not really an alpha stereotype I’ve ever wanted to fit.” 
“Okay,” You nod against him. 
He clears his throat a little roughly and you’re about to pull away but he holds you steady for a moment, “There’s one more thing,” 
Your hand strokes a line down his back, as you hum softly, “Hmm?” 
“I have more to say and to apologize for,” You can feel his heart beating a little faster under your cheek and you stroke his back again, “but I’m still figuring out how to do that, and it might not be fair of me to ask, but I wanted to see if you can be patient with me for that.” 
“Yunho,” You murmur, “what’s going on?” 
“I, uh,” His fingers flex tightly against your skin, “I started seeing someone,”
“Someone?”
“Professionally,” He adds, “Mingi used to and I know it helped. I didn’t think I needed to, but I think we can both agree I am not the best at managing my own emotions here,” 
“Oh,” 
“So,” He breathes, “after our fight, when I finally cooled off and realized what we did I asked him for a referral. I’ve been meeting with her once a week and it’s been helpful, but I’m not ready to apologize to you for the rest of it until I understand why I treated you like that,” 
Emotion fills your chest like a balloon and you nod into him, “Yunho,” 
He clears his throat again, “Sorry,” he says, “this is a little uncomfortable for me to talk about, but I’m working on it,” 
You wriggle out of his arms to find his face again and press up on your tiptoes to catch his mouth, kissing him with as much surety as you can before you lean back, “That means everything to me,” you tell him, “everything. You have all the time in the world from me, okay?” 
“Yeah,” He smiles, “good, okay,” 
“Is it helping?” 
“Definitely,” He nods, “it’s almost like the professionals know what they’re talking about,” 
You smile up at him. 
“I know I mentioned it before,” He adds quickly, “and I won’t press it, but if you do feel like it would be helpful for you too, you can come to me and I can ask my therapist for some numbers for you to call. I’ll even help set up an appointment if you need that,” 
Your chest goes tight at the thought, “I’ll let you know,” 
“Okay,” He smooths a hand up and down your back, “no pressure,” 
“For sure,” You manage. 
His lip quirks up and he presses a long kiss to your forehead as he gives you one more squeeze, “I said I won’t press, don’t panic,” 
“Sorry,” You breathe. 
He makes a noise dismissing that and then steps back, “So,” his eyes are bright again, everything equalizing back to normal with his smile, “you were making tea, can I help?” 
Your shoulders relax, tension bleeding out of you in an instant, “No,” you turn back to the warm kettle, “but can I make you a cup?” 
“Sure,” He pulls two teacups down from the cupboard, “so Woo will be here in an hour?” 
“Mhm,” You tap your phone to light up the screen to check for any other texts.
“Got it,” He nods, “would you feel alright with Mingi and I stepping out for a while?” 
“Out?” 
“I need to run by the studio and check in on things,” He explains, “and we need to get some food in here. I figured we could do that while Wooyoung keeps you company,” 
“Yeah,” Your heart picks up a little at the thought, but you press that feeling down and drop a teabag in each of your cups, “I’ll be just fine,” 
“Good,” He drops another kiss to your hair, keeping his fingers lingering on your skin while you pour hot water into your cups. 
“Do you,” You almost stop the question, but you find the words bubbling out of your mouth before you can second guess, “do you need to leave right away?” 
Yunho smiles wide, taking the kettle from your hands as he shakes his head, “No,”
Your heart eases a little. 
“Let’s have these together,” He nods to the tea and picks up both cups, “we’ll go when Woo gets here,” 
You follow him out into the living room, and he sets the cups down on the table before settling himself into the corner cushions and reaching up for you. It’s easy to take his hand and to melt into the familiar position on his lap, and you let him draw you in close and cuddle you, his arms wrapped securely around you as he nuzzles your cheek with his nose. 
You sigh, resting your hands on his chest and turning your face a little to catch his mouth in a kiss. 
He hums pleasantly against your mouth, “Is it strange to say that I’ll miss you while we’re out?” 
You smile, shaking your head, “No,” 
“Will you miss us?” He pecks your lips again. 
“More than I want to admit,” 
“You know,” Yunho smooths his hands over your body to rest in their familiar homes, one on your thigh and the other curled around your waist, “I hate what happened, and I wish I could take all the bad memories away, but I’m also so glad you’re here with us,” 
“I know what you mean,” You nod. 
“The months we spent apart were terrible,” He confesses, kissing you softly. 
“We’ll have to make up for lost time,” You agree quietly. 
“A proper date,” He smiles, “or a vacation somewhere warm?” 
“Mm,” You hum, thinking of being stretched out on a beach somewhere with your boys on either side of you, “perfect,”
“I’ll think on that,” He runs a hand down your hair and relaxes back into the couch, “you deserve something nice,” 
Twisting on his lap you reach for both of your teacups before settling back into the same, comfortable position, “I think it would just be nice to come over here without having something traumatic happen beforehand,” 
He frowns a little. 
“I’m kidding,” You nudge him softly, “kind of,” 
“I know,” He nods, “still,” 
“Yeah,” You quietly agree, taking the first sip of your tea. 
Yunho takes a sip too, and then hums a short, quick laugh, “This smells like you,” 
“Like me?” 
“The tea,” He takes another sip and nods, “you smell just the same, but sweeter,” 
“Do you like it?” You find yourself asking. 
Yunho’s head cocks slightly to the side, a line between his brows, and then he says, “Have I not made it clear how much I love your scent?” 
Your cheeks heat and he smiles at the way your skin reddens. 
“Sweetheart,” He shifts, pulling you in while still being careful of the tea, pressing warm, lingering kisses over your jaw to the hollow of your ear, “if I could drink you instead, I would.” 
You swallow, heat curling in your belly. 
“Soothing tea,” He murmurs, “sweet honey,” he adds with a kiss, “and the willow is sharp and fresh. You wake me up and calm me down all at the same time,” 
Your pulse quickens, and slowly your head drops to the side, extending the column of your neck to his lips. 
He takes it slow, remembering the way you jerked back in bed a few nights before, and he’s careful not to press too firmly or give you any inclination that he’s going to touch you with anything but his lips. 
“You smell like home,” He murmurs, his hand coming up to cup your head in his wide palm, kissing just a little lower still. 
Your muscles are stiffening up at the feeling of his mouth getting lower towards your exposed gland and your fingers tighten on his shirt where you hold yourself steady. 
“I’ve got you,” He whispers, “stay with me,” 
You nod, just a little, enough to tell him not to stop, “W-what else?” 
He smiles against your throat, “Well,” he kisses again, to punctuate his words, “when you’re happy, really happy or excited, there’s lemon too,” 
Your breath feels staggered, thready, and you focus on the feeling of him and the warmth of the teacups against your thigh. 
“When you want us,” He takes a deep inhale, sighing hot against your skin, “it’s all honey, thick and syrupy. After your heat I smelled that honey here for weeks,” 
You feel a whine building a little in your throat, and you bite down on your lip to keep it buried. Your body feels like it’s fighting itself with every touch of his mouth, hot arousal knots up at his scent mingling with yours and at his words, but the isolated touch alone has you fighting little flashes of a place that isn’t here and isn’t him. 
“I’ve got you,” He repeats, “I love you,” 
The reply settles on the tip of your tongue, but then he presses one last closed-lipped kiss directly over your gland and withdrawals entirely. You blink hard, a shudder running up your spine. 
“Alright?” He checks, smoothing his hand down your hair again. 
You nod, letting your fingers unknot from his shirt while you collect yourself. 
“Hopefully that answers your question,” He clears his throat softly. 
You start to nod, but the sound of the bathroom door opening cuts through the moment and you start, tea spilling over the lip of your cup onto your fingers. 
“It’s Mingi, baby,” He assures you. 
“I know,” You have to tear your eyes off the hallway though. 
His mouth is set in a concerned little line, and you know he’s probably thinking about your conversation in the kitchen again, but he lets it lie and doesn’t push it, just like he promised. 
Mingi appears a moment later, a towel slung around his hips and his shoulders and hair wet from the shower. He smiles widely when he sees you both, “What’s going on in here?” 
Yunho raises up his cup, “Tea,” he smiles, “nothing much,” 
“Mm,” Mingi nods and stretches, “nice,” 
“Will you be ready soon?” Yunho asks, “Wooyoung will be here in a bit,” 
“Yeah, sure,” He confirms and then glances at you, “you’re good with us going out?” 
“I’m good,” You confirm. 
“I’ll stay if it would make you feel better,” Mingi adds, “I can hide in the bedroom and listen to music or something if you want privacy,” 
You love them both so much in this moment you feel like your chest might crack right open on its own, and you shake your head at him with a smile, “No, I have to get comfortable at some point, it might as well be while Woo is here with me,” 
He nods, “Well, we won’t be too far, just call us and we’ll turn around.” 
“Thank you,” You reach up to take his hand and he twines his fingers with yours immediately. 
Yunho shifts, pressing his lips against your shoulder, “Are you and Woo going out anywhere?” 
He’s clearly trying to be subtle, but you hear the anxious note in his voice and it occurs to you that they might be just as nervous leaving you as you are staying here without them. 
You shake your head, “No, just staying here,” 
“That’s good,” Mingi adds a little too quickly, “if you do go out, would you let us know?” 
“I will,” You promise them, “but you don’t have to worry,” 
“It’s in our nature to worry over you,” Yunho sighs, “but I think we’re both trying not to be overbearing about this whole thing,” 
“Trying,” Mingi shrugs, “but also the idea of not knowing where you are feels like it might give me hives,” 
You laugh at the image, easing back into Yunho’s chest. 
“To be clear,” Yunho shoots Mingi a look, “that’s in a nice ‘we care about you’ way, not in a ‘controlling boyfriend’ kind of way,” 
“Relax,” You tell them both, “I get why you want to know, it’s the same reason I want to know where you are.” 
“Studio first,” Mingi offers without you asking and your chest warms, “then groceries, and then I want to swing by that cafe that has that caramel cheesecake you like, then home,” 
“Don’t say we don’t have to,” Yunho adds, “we want to,” 
You smile as he takes the words right out of your mouth. 
“Plus, I want some,” Mingi says with ease. 
You’re not used to this type of relationship yet, having alphas of your own who actually want to be with you and take care of you, who worry for you and feel for you in all the deep nervous ways you feel for them. You hush the nagging voice in your mind that tries to tell you not to show them how much you need them, the voice that doesn’t want you to jump too fast, you already know what you get by listening to that voice. 
Instead you ask them what you want to ask, “How long do you think you’ll be gone?” 
“Two hours,” Yunho offers, “maybe three at the most,” 
“Okay,” You exhale, weight dropping away from your shoulders, “that’s perfect,” 
“We’ll let you know,” Mingi adds, “and if you need anything special while we’re out, we can stop,”
You shake your head, “I’m fine,” You assure them, “a little anxious, but you know, it’s good for me.” 
Mingi smiles warmly, brushing his hand over your cheek and tilting your face up with his thumb and forefinger on your chin, “We’re a phone call away,” 
“I know,” You nod. 
Yunho sighs as Mingi’s hand drops away, and he kisses your shoulder again, “It’s funny,” he says, “I really don’t want to leave you,” 
“We did just spend three months not seeing each other and in a state of constant relationship limbo,” You point out and give him a squeeze, “we really went from nothing to a whole lot of something fast,” 
“Not too fast?” Mingi checks, trying to sound casual. 
“No,” You say, “and even if it is, I don’t care,” 
“We’ve always felt right together,” Yunho adds, “we’re just letting ourselves enjoy it now,” 
He’s never said something so true. 
Mingi gets dressed and collapses onto the couch next to both, pushing closer into your space with Yunho until you’re both practically on his lap, but it works. You stay knit close together until there’s a knock on the door and then it’s fast kisses goodbye and big hugs from your best friend, and before you can really process it you’re without them for the first time in days. 
Your stomach is fluttering, a nervous quiver deep in your gut that you really don’t want Wooyoung to over-analyze. A moment later you find yourself back on the couch in the warm spot Yunho left, wrapping yourself in the blanket you had all shared the night before. You can smell them on it, earthy, warm, and sweet. 
Wooyoung watches as you start to relax, and he takes a seat right next to you to keep close, a closed smile on his lips. 
You can’t believe you miss them already. 
They must miss you too though, because Mingi only makes it a scant ten minutes before he texts you, his message lighting up your phone - Forgot to say I love you - I love you.
“What?” Wooyoung nudges you under the blanket. 
You pass your phone to him and he reads the message, his eyebrows shooting up high, “I leave you alone for a few days and you’re all saying ‘I love you’s?” 
You grab the phone back and tuck it away, “That’s the thing about life changing trauma,” you laugh, “it really accelerates the big feelings,” 
Wooyoung nods, keeping things light, but finds your hand on the back of the couch so he can hold it. 
“Also we’re not all saying it,” You confess, “they’re saying it,” 
“What do you mean?” 
“I mean they’ve told me,” You explain, “the day after the studio we had this big talk,” 
“Don’t tell me they put all that shit on you like that,” He wraps his hand around yours, “y/n,” 
“Not like that,” You shake your head, “it’s actually hysterical, they thought that Seonghwa and I have been dating,” 
His eyes go wide, “What?” 
“It’s truly the longest story of miscommunication,” You tell him, “at this point I think someone should write a book about me and make it a romantic comedy,” 
“Erotica,” Wooyoung smirks. 
“Shut up,” You swat at him. 
“There have been too many good orgasms for a romcom,” He shrugs. 
You roll your eyes, “Anyways, it turns out the whole not talking period while you were all away was just me pining but feeling like I fucked it up, and them pining but thinking I had moved on with Hwa,” 
“Damn,” 
“But when they realized that they were wrong about that,” You continue, “we just got it all out there,” 
“And they love you,” He smiles a little, “and they actually said it,” 
“Yeah,” You soften into the cushions. 
“I hate to ask the obvious,” He squeezes your hand, “but if you’re so happy about that, why haven’t you told them? You do love them?” 
“So much,” The words fly out like you’re defending something, and you run a hand through your hair as you get your real thoughts steady, “I do, Woo, so much. We’re scent matches,” 
“I know,” He nods warmly. 
“You do?” 
“Anyone with eyes can see that,” Wooyoung smiles, “well, apart from you three.” 
“Thanks,” 
He nudges your thigh with his foot under the blanket, “Honestly, though, after what happened I could see it on them. You couldn’t keep your hands off each other, and they kept flanking you, watching you like you might disappear,” 
A memory of the studio plays like a clip in your mind, the way they held you between them, the three of you against everything. You nod, “They’ve been doing that for days,” 
“Which…” Wooyoung trails off, trying to guess where your head is, “you’re happy about?” 
“I am,” You nod emphatically, “and I love them, I just… I can’t get the fucking words out of my mouth,” 
He sobers a little, sliding closer to you on the couch so he can draw your legs over his lap and give you exactly the kind of comfort you need, “I’m listening, babe, talk to me,” 
“I don’t know why,” You hold his hand tighter, “but every time they say it, and I think I’m going to say it back, I’m right back in that room with Minseok’s teeth on my neck and I can’t,” your chest feels tight, “I can’t get it out,” 
His eyes soften, empathetic in the way that only he can be, “Does being in love with them scare you?” 
“No!” You pull your hand back from his. 
“Babe,” He takes your hand back and holds tight, “I’m not saying they scare you, I’m saying does being in love, being vulnerable like that scare you?” 
Your shoulders drop, “A little, but,”
“But?” 
“I thought about it for three months,” You argue, “I had it rehearsed, I knew exactly what I wanted to say and the big reveal was supposed to be the ‘I love you’ part not the ‘I’m sorry’ part,” 
“Your plans on that kind of fell apart when that asshole tried to claim you,” Wooyoung pushes back a little. 
“Yeah, no shit,” A flurry of anger bubbles in your belly. 
He nods, “And now you’re off kilter,” 
“You could say that,” 
“You rarely do anything without thinking it through,” He offers, this thumb drawing a comforting line over your palm, “and your plan got fucked, and you’re emotionally vulnerable, and traumatized, and stressed. You feel like you’re out here without a life vest,” 
His words stun you silent. 
“And this thing you worked up in your mind for three months is now totally derailed,” He continues, “am I on the money?” 
You nod. 
“Can I ask you something?” He says. 
You nod again. 
Wooyoung asks this question softly, his voice quiet and gentle, “Do you want to bond with them?” 
Your heart thumps in your chest. 
“It’s just you and me,” Wooyoung soothes you, “and whether or not you bond with them is your choice, okay? But, babe, is that something you think you’ll want?” 
Suddenly you remember the feeling of your heat with them. The way you begged for them, the way it felt so right and so sure that you belonged to each other. You remember how your mind spun imaginary futures that all ended the same way. 
Silently, you nod. 
“Loving them isn’t bonding,” He murmurs, “you can just love them for now at your own pace.” 
Tears prick at the back of your eyes, “What if I can never do it? They can barely touch my neck without me falling apart, what if I can never take a real claim?” 
“Oh, babe,” He pulls you towards him, crushing you to his chest, “I wish you called me earlier, you shouldn’t be thinking like this,” 
“It was so terrible,” You confess into his shoulder, “I can’t even tell you, I don’t even know how to explain,” 
“You don’t have to,” He hushes you, a hand stroking up and down your back, “and I don’t know if this is going to help or hurt, but I know right now you feel like there’s no way you’d ever be able to take a claim without it being scary and awful, but someday you might be able to without even thinking of him.”
A few hot tears escape your eyes. 
“And I know I give Yunho and Mingi shit,” He adds, “but you know that both of them would rather die than do something to hurt you or scare you,” 
“And if I can never bond?” You manage. 
“Then I’d say thank god your scent matches are two men who would never, ever push you into a bond you weren’t ready for,” He says, squeezing you tight, “and I think if you asked them, they’d tell you that they’d rather be with you unbonded and happy than bonded and in pain.” 
“You’re right,” You wipe away the wetness on your cheeks, “I know you’re right,” 
“They’re not going to try to push you into a bond just because you love each other,” He lets you lean back but he slides his hand back into yours, “especially not now,” 
“I know that,” You sigh, “rationally, I was just,” 
“I’m telling you, I get it,” He eases you, “sometimes you go through something and you think a part of you is wrecked forever, that you’ll never be able to do something again or feel normal again, but you will. I promise,” 
You know the truth of him so suddenly you can’t stop the words, “Woo,” you feel your heart beating faster, “did something happen?” 
“A long, long time ago,” He says softly, “and today’s not the day for that story, but I’m telling you it does get better and it does soften in your memory and someday your alphas are going to touch your neck and you won’t even think about it, it just won’t be there anymore.” 
Grief and relief mingle in your gut at his words, and you want to ask him more, to be there for him like he’s been there for you but you can see it in his face, today isn’t the day for that story. 
You squeeze his hand, “I love you, Woo,” 
“I love you too,” He assures you. 
Silence sits between you for a moment while you turn over his words, and though you can’t imagine the day he’s describing, you still believe him. You have to. You don’t know what happened to him or when, but you’ve never met someone as bright and open and happy as him, and you have to hold onto that truth. 
You look down at your combined hands, “Yunho offered to make an appointment with a therapist for me,” 
“Say yes,” Wooyoung replies without a thought, “I waited years and I wish I hadn’t,” 
“Yeah?” 
“Does he have a contact?” Wooyoung asks, drawing your eyes back up, “I have some options for you if not,” 
“He said he can ask his therapist for a referral,” 
“His therapist?” Wooyoung grins, “I knew I liked him,” 
“You’ve been friends for years,” You nudge him. 
“Liked him for you,” He corrects, “that’s different,” 
“Yeah, yeah,” 
“My best friend deserves an alpha who is fully therapized and capable of complex emotions,” Wooyoung says with confidence, “nothing less.” 
“Don’t mention that I told you,” You add quickly, “he told me that in confidence, it just slipped out,” 
“I wouldn’t,” Wooyoung shakes his head, “that’s private. But between you and me, I’m glad to hear it.” 
“Me too,” You sigh. 
“And as far as you going?” Wooyoung circles back to the real question at hand, “Say yes, the sooner the better. If Yunho’s offering to help set it up, let him. Making that call is hard, and if he can make it easier, just say yes.” 
“Okay,” You sigh, your shoulders dropping. 
“And tell them how you’re feeling about bonding,” He adds, “trust me.” 
“Maybe,” You say, “I know you’re right. We’re just moving so fast,” 
“So slow down,” He offers. 
“I don’t know if I want to,” You admit, warmth and nervous energy filling your chest, “it feels right like this, I just don’t know if I can handle a claim,” 
“Tell them,” He reiterates, “don’t let them stumble into that one, they might hurt you without even knowing it if they bring it up sooner than you’re ready for.” 
“Right,” You nod, “you’re right,” 
He huffs a laugh, “Usually am,”
You flick his arm, rolling your eyes, so grateful at him for helping you work through something this hard while still keeping you smiling. You should have called him earlier, he’s right about that too. 
You let silence stretch around you both for a moment, and then something occurs to you. 
“Do you know anything about the charges Minseok is filing?” You run a hand through your hair, “Not to bring up yet another pleasant subject,” 
Wooyoung snorts a little air through his nose and shrugs, “I probably know what you know, have you talked to Hwa?” 
You shake your head. 
“At all?” He seems surprised. 
“I have,” You correct, “but it was quick and we were all on the call. I haven’t been to my place to see if there’s any mail, but I’d guess Yunho and Mingi will get a summons soon.” 
Wooyoung nods, “That’s what the police said,” 
Your eyebrows raise, “You talked to the police?” 
“Seonghwa did,” He clarifies, “and he gave San and I the run down.” 
“Why is no one telling me what’s going on?” You exhale heavily. 
“Because last we heard you were having nightmares,” Wooyoung rests a hand on your folded legs, “and we don’t have a lot of information to give, and I don’t think any of us want to cause you more stress than you need.” 
“Do Yunho and Mingi know?” You press. 
“Not exactly,” Wooyoung says, “though, I guess Seonghwa might be telling them now if they stopped by the studio,” 
You wait for him to continue, but you’re a little relieved at least that your boys aren’t keeping anything from you directly. 
“Seonghwa spoke to the police who explained the charges. Minseok is alleging that the guys misunderstood what they saw and ignored his attempts to explain, and that they used unnecessary force intervening on your behalf.” He says it plainly. 
“Misunderstood?” You repeat the word. 
“I know,” Wooyoung nods, “we all know, but that’s what he’s saying. The police advised Seonghwa to get an attorney and let him know that further charges were being filed. I think we can safely assume that’s Yunho and Mingi, maybe San if he’s really going after it.” 
“Maybe me too,” You add. 
“Maybe,” He nods, “but that would be tough to prove I think,” 
“Hmm,” Your eyes feel a little unfocused. 
“Hey,” Wooyoung gets your attention with a squeeze, “we don’t know anything yet, and we thought this might happen. It doesn’t change the truth and it doesn’t mean any of them regret what they did to make sure you were safe, okay?” 
“Yeah,” 
“Tell me you understand,” He presses, “because I’m not letting you put this one on yourself,” 
“I do, I understand,” You nod, “it just sucks,”
“That’s fair,” He gives you a soft smile, “but it’s going to take a lot more than this to fuck us over,” 
“Yeah,” You murmur, “you’re probably right.” 
Wooyoung says something else but you hardly hear it, in the back of your mind all you can think of is that first night at the hospital. The detectives who interviewed you were kind, but bordered on dismissive, and you know Minseok and his family have deeper pockets than you do. You have to figure this out, you have to.
  “Babe?” Wooyoung nudges you. 
“Yeah,” You snap up, coming back to the present moment and letting those anxieties fade into the background until you can really think them through, “sorry,” 
“It’s okay,” He soothes you. 
Your phone buzzes on your lap again and you pull it up to see the message. It’s Mingi again - Budae Jjigae for dinner, ask Wooyoung if he wants to stay? We’ll have plenty
It’s like he felt your anxiety from miles away and you can feel the tense knot of your shoulders unlocking. You send back a quick heart emoji and then look back up to your friend, “You want to stay for dinner?” 
He smiles, “Who’s cooking?” 
“Mingi,” You tell him, “he’s been on a comfort food kick for me,” 
Wooyoung smiles, “I’ll stay,” 
“Great,” You tap out a reply to Mingi letting him know and take a big sigh. 
“They make you happy,” Wooyoung says, “it’s nice to see,” 
“It’s nice to feel,” You tell him, “after all this time, and after everything,” 
“You deserve it,” He murmurs. 
You smile, a little tease at the corner of your mouth when you nudge him, “So do you, and speaking of,” 
His face lights up fast, “I wasn’t trying to bring my too-good mood over here if things weren’t going well,” he sighs, “but now that I know you’re all in love,” 
“So you and Yeosang?” You turn the conversation to something so much happier, and feel lighter the second you do. 
“It’s so good,” He gushes, head falling back against the cushions, “he’s kind of quiet, kind of hard to get to know at first, but y/n, he’s so funny,” 
“Yeah?” You smile. 
“And smart,” He adds, “and considerate, he’s always getting me coffees or refilling my water, just like, those little things,” 
“Wow, look at you,” You squeeze his hand, “serial dater of alphas, turned into a blushy mess over a funny, smart, considerate beta,” 
“He’s packing like an alpha, I’ll say that,” Wooyoung grins wolfishly. 
You smack his chest, “Woo! Literally that is too much information,” 
“Please,” He rolls his eyes, “I share a locker room with your boyfriends, I know what you’re working with,” 
You feel your face flush red. 
“Cute,” He teases. 
“So,” You divert, “does Yeosang feel as strongly?” 
His smile drops a little, “I mean,” he says, “I think so? But he’s not really an oversharer,” 
“Have you told anyone else?” You try to be casual about that question, but if you’re being honest you’re dying to know where things will land with San and Seonghwa. 
Wooyoung shakes his head though, “Not yet, but I think when everything calms down I might have him pick me up at the studio or something? I want you to meet him and I want everyone to know, I just,” 
“I get it,” You assure him, “you go at your own pace.” 
“Yeah,” He sighs. 
“Just don’t follow my lead,” You smile, “if you like him, don’t run away in a panic,” 
“Noted,” He laughs. 
He looks so happy, bright from the inside in a way that matches his sunny scent, and you think he’s not far from sharing ‘I love you’s of his own at this rate. 
You squeeze his hand again and catch his attention back, “You really look so happy,” you tell him. 
“I am,” He sighs, “he’s exactly what I needed,” 
You smile, and then push his legs to the side, “Move over, I know you have pictures, you’re holding out,” 
He laughs sharply, head falling back but letting you manhandle him a little so you can snuggle into his side. Wooyoung tugs the blanket around you both and pulls out his phone, “Fine,” 
“Like it’s a burden to show your best friend pictures of your hot new boyfriend,” You smack his chest, “come on,” 
Wooyoung drops his arm around your shoulders until you’re slotted together on the corner of the couch, but he still hasn’t lit up his phone. You’re about to nudge him again, but then you feel him press a soft kiss to your hair. 
“You know,” He says softly, “when Sannie called me and told me what happened, I just felt so sick,” 
You find his other hand under the covers and lace your fingers together, “I’m okay,” 
He nods, sighing into your skin, “I just want you to know,” he says, his voice a little tight, “you mean so much to me, and I’ll be grateful to them forever for stopping him,” 
You blink back a few tears and nod, “I am okay, though,” 
He nods again and clears his throat, “I know,” 
“I think you’re avoiding my questions about Yeosang,” You squeeze his hand tightly, an acknowledgement of his emotions and his words, while steering the conversation back to happier topics. 
“You’re right,” He laughs, “you caught me.” 
“Come on,” You nudge him again, pushing down the little swell of emotion that his words brought up. 
“He’s not really a selfie guy,” Wooyoung slides his finger across his phone screen until he finds Instagram and then navigates to his new man’s page, “but, I don’t know, I think you’ll like his vibe.” 
Your face cracks into a wide smile when you see the profile, clearly that of an artist, a photographer. The first post on his page is of Wooyoung, though you’d have to know Wooyoung well to know it. He’s walking away from camera through a dark Itaewon street, the lines of his body accented by the neon club signs. 
“Oh, Woo,” You relax against him and open that photo to see it larger, “he really likes you,” 
He snatches the phone away, a little pink in his cheeks as he rushes to downplay the truth of what you can see plain as day, and you fight to get back the phone, your cheeks starting to hurt from how much you’ve been laughing. 
You and Wooyoung stay like this for ages, warmly locked together as you swap stories and funny things on both your phones. By the time your phone chimes with another text from Mingi, at least two hours have gone by.
Almost home! His message reads. 
Your chest feels warm, your heart whole at the words. 
“They’ll be back in a minute,” You tell Wooyoung as you set your phone aside. 
“Perfect,” He grins, “so exactly how much teasing can I get away with before you get mad?” 
You fall apart again into laughter, happy tears stinging at your eyes. You don’t hear the front door open at first, but when you finally look up you see them standing frozen in the doorway with such softness in their expressions. You feel the words bubble up at the sight of them, but again they stay resting at the tip of your tongue.
Wooyoung rolls his eyes and pushes off the couch, “Alright, alright stop making heart eyes at each other and tell me what’s in the box,” 
Your eyes flick down to the large white box in Mingi’s hand, the perfect cheesecake nestled inside waiting just for you. Wooyoung takes a few grocery bags out of their hands and heads off to the kitchen, and just like that your night falls together naturally. 
You don’t think about Minseok again until later that night. For a beautiful, blissful four hours you just laughed and ate and relaxed with your best friend and your boyfriends, and he doesn’t enter your brain at all. 
It isn’t until you’re lying in bed alone with your thoughts, Yunho and Mingi deep asleep on either side of you, that you realize what you have to do. 
In the morning you wake from a dreamless sleep, and you start to put your plan in motion. You slip out of bed and leave them to their rest, light only just stretching its way through the Seoul skies outside. Seeing Wooyoung made you feel lighter in a way that you can’t explain, and within minutes you’re scrawling out a note, stealing Mingi’s key, and lacing up your sneakers. 
Out for a walk, be back in a little while, don’t worry too much x
You leave it on their kitchen counter and you hope it’s enough to keep them from looking for you. You need a little space from your own scared reflection in the mirror, and a new perspective on the plan you’ve been turning over since your head hit the pillows last night. 
The note isn’t a lie, strictly speaking, you are out for a walk, but you also know if you told them exactly where you were on a walk to, they'd worry. They wouldn’t just worry, they would have insisted on coming with you, but this is something you have to do alone. 
You take the long way to the hospital down the river path, letting the cool day calm your mind and keep you centered. You go over in your mind all the things you want to say to him when you see him, assuming you actually make it into his room. You wonder how hard it will be to convince him. You wonder if you’ll even be able to get a single word out of your mouth. 
You have to try. 
Yunho’s words from yesterday morning in the kitchen sink into you. The tenderness in his eyes when he mentioned how jumpy you’ve been around the apartment. You hadn’t even realized it, but now you feel it in your shoulders and your stomach with the sound of every opening door, every squeak of a shoe on vinyl flooring. Everytime you look up into a mirror you expect to see a face over your shoulder, to feel hands on your hips.  
Minseok had taken so many little things from you in the span of three minutes. 
You need to take something back. 
Every step leading into the hospital is heart pounding and nerve wracking, stress inducing on a level you’ve never experienced, but standing in front of reception you suddenly feel an overwhelming calm. Your mind is clear, operating on something wholly unconscious and you don’t know where you’ve mustered this feeling from, but you let it take you. 
You give over Minseok’s full name and provide the kindest smile you can to the woman behind the desk,“I’m his sister,” you tell her. The lie rolls right off your tongue, so clean and easy you surprise yourself. 
“Oh,” The nurse nods, “well visiting hours don’t start until eleven,” 
“I have work,” You counter, softening your face, “I’m sorry, but do you think you could make an exception? I’ll be very quick, I just want to see him for a few minutes before I have to run,” 
She considers it, and you know you have her the minute she checks the nurse’s station to see who else is there with her before she breaks a rule, “Alright, but just be quick, five minutes,” 
“Thank you so much,” You smile, “really, you’re so kind,” 
She waves you off, glancing around her again, “He’s in 305, the third door down on your left when I open the doors,” 
“Thank you,” 
She presses a button on the wall and the lock springs free, opening the heavy security door to your side. With one last smile and deeply grateful bow, you slip through the door and make it through into the hospital hallway where you are most definitely not supposed to be. 
Third door on the left. 
You have to be quick, not so you don’t get caught, but so you don’t chicken out. If you stand in this hallway and let yourself really think about what you’re doing, you’ll turn right around and go home. Steeling yourself, you rush forwards and find the door to 305 and with a deep breath you slip inside. 
Private rooms are expensive, that thought occurs to you as you shut the door tightly behind you. That fact, plus the reality that he’s already talking about pressing his own charges, tells you Seonghwa was right, he has some kind of family money. You hope that when you turn around and actually face the room you won’t have to contend with his mother or father or god forbid some girlfriend you know nothing about. You need him to be alone. 
Blissfully, the room is quiet, the only sounds are medical and simple. With your palms flat against the door you take a deep breath, and if Minseok is awake he says nothing, makes no sound, while you gather the nerve to do this. 
Finally, you turn. 
He is awake, studying you with a careful expression, but then your eyes flick over him. He’s more than injured, he’s completely incapacitated. You catalog it all quickly - his leg suspended in an elevating sling, ankle wrapped up tight, wrist sprained and in a brace, his face is bruised and battered and you realize in seconds that his broken jaw is wired shut. He has an oxygen cannula tucked into his bandaged nose, and you remember that his ribs are broken too. 
You wonder which of your boys delivered each piece of punishment. 
Your mouth feels dry, and your pulse is quickening, the sight of him so close is enough to induce panic but he can’t really do anything to you in this state so you have to just be brave. You push yourself off the wall and walk to the end of his hospital bed, “Hey,” 
He gestures to his jaw and shrugs to communicate that he can’t really talk. 
“I know,” You nod, “I heard.” 
It’s strange to be here with him like this when last week you were working side by side. It’s bizarre to suddenly feel this bubble of uncomfortable space and distance, and to feel the fear underneath it all. 
He gestures towards you with his bandaged hand and you know he’s asking why you’re here. 
“I heard about the counter charges,” You came here with a purpose and you have to stick to it, “and I came here to ask you to drop them.” 
He shakes his head and looks down at himself and then back up to you. 
“After what you did?” Anger curls up in your belly, “I think they took it pretty easy on you.” 
He huffs, a puff of air from his closed lips. 
“Listen,” You try, “you and I both know what you tried to do, and whatever your excuse is, it doesn’t matter. If they hadn’t gotten you off me… I guess what I’m saying is do the right thing now. You said you were sorry, just drop these charges and we can all move on.” 
His eyes harden and he shakes his head. 
You thought he was apologetic after, coming to his senses and realizing in the haze of his rut he almost broke someone’s mind, but now you’re starting to think he was just pleading for his own beating to stop. 
“You won’t consider it?” You ask, stomach clenching tightly. 
He shakes his head again and points to his injuries. Jaw, ribs, leg. 
You want to hit him yourself, so suddenly that your fingers curl tight into fists, “You tried to fucking claim me because I wouldn’t go out on a date with you, and you think you’re the victim here?” 
He seems irritated by your question, and he reaches for something on the tray table to his side. He pulls up a small whiteboard and marker, clearly given to him by hospital staff to communicate, and he wipes away the words that were there to write out his message to you. 
I’m the one in a hospital bed.
“You bastard,” The words just slip out, “why do you think? They put you here for a fucking reason, Minseok,” 
He wipes the message away and writes something else. 
Keep your alphas on a leash.
You’ve never understood the phrase ‘seeing red’ before, but now it’s meaning is crystal clear, “You should keep yourself on a leash.” 
He huffs. 
“Using tone to submit an omega is illegal, Minseok,” You round the corner of the bed, “the prison time for something like that is long. It’s not even just assault, I think that’s something like three or four years? But using tone… claiming against an omega’s will? That’s irreparable damage. I wonder how many charges they’d stack on top in court? Psychological trauma? Sexual assault?” 
His eyes darken and he wipes the board again, his marker squeaking roughly against it as he angrily writes out the next message. 
I never touched you like that.
“You would have,” You shake your head, “as soon as I was your nice obedient omega and couldn’t say no.” 
He stares daggers, but says nothing. 
“They might be able to prove intent,” You tell him, “throw a few more years on top for good measure. How old do you think you’ll be when they let you out? Do you think a dance studio would hire a forty year old man?” 
His face pales, he looks sick suddenly. 
“You’ll drop the charges,” You tell him, “and when you do, I’ll drop mine.” 
His eyes widen. 
“You’ll never set foot in the studio again, and you’ll go find another job somewhere else.” 
His eyes skim over you, trying to gauge your honesty. 
“Do you understand me?” You don’t know what’s possessing you, what’s holding you up so you can get these words out, but you’ve never felt more sure. 
He says nothing. 
You lean in closer, close enough that if he was uninjured he could easily have you back in control, but with his jaw wired shut and his lack of mobility, he can’t do a thing. Nerves flutter up your body as you lean in, and you’re sure he can smell Yunho and Mingi on you, but the guarantee that he can’t touch you is filling you with a sick sense of power, of sure joy. 
“You tried and you failed,” You tell him, and he huffs, “and that’s on you.”
His cheek twitches and you’re sure he’d be clenching his jaw if he could do it without exceptional pain. 
“You’ll do this for me, you owe me,” You hold his gaze despite the flutter of fear it brings you, “and if you don’t, I don’t care what it takes. I’ll see you in court and if that doesn’t work, I’ll make sure that you never, ever get hired again. Every studio in Korea will know what you did, and every omega in Seoul will know what you really are, and if you ever get close to me again after today I’ll break your jaw myself.” 
His eyes flick down. 
“Do you understand me?” You repeat, enunciating clearly. 
He nods once. 
“Good,” You push back from him and get some distance, “get the charges against all of them dropped by tomorrow and I’ll call and withdraw mine. Don’t ever come back to the studio, if you left stuff there consider it gone.” 
He holds your gaze, and then he writes out a question - How do I know you’ll keep your word? 
“You don’t,” You shrug, “but I promise you I wouldn’t be here in this room with you at all if I wasn’t willing to drop them.” 
He turns your words over. 
“Minseok,” You sigh, “they mean more to me than watching you go to jail, please, just do the right thing.” 
He wipes his hand again across the whiteboard and then he shifts, looking back up to you to nod in agreement. 
“You’ll do it?” 
He nods again and then picks the marker back up to write something. 
“Don’t,” You stop him, “there’s nothing you can say I want to hear. Just do this and we’ll be done.” 
He looks away and without meeting your eyes again, he nods.
“Don’t make me come back,” You press him, but he doesn’t respond and that will have to be enough. You’ve done what you came to do. 
You’re out of his room in a flash, back through the security doors and quick past the front desk. You don’t spare a single glance at the nurse who broke the rules for you, you just need to get out of here before you let the reality of what you’ve done hit you sideways. You don’t let a single thing consume you until you’re out of the hospital and on the street again, and you sink down onto the first available bench. 
Your heart is pounding, hands trembling. You need to get this under control before you go home because the last thing you want is to cause Yunho and Mingi anymore stress or heartache. You give yourself some time to come back into your body, to forget the hard set of Minseok’s eyes and the way his fingers twitched when you got too close, the way you fought the curling panic in your gut to get the words out. 
When you do feel whole again, you order a taxi back. You’ve been gone a while, probably a little longer than they expected, and you hope they’re not worried.
Using Mingi’s borrowed key, you slip into the apartment and let their scents wash over you, soothing you instantly. You shut the door quietly behind you and toe off your shoes before calling out, “Is anyone home?” 
You hear movement immediately, Mingi from the kitchen and Yunho from his bedroom and it fills you with warmth. 
“Hey,” Mingi gets to the living room first, “how was your walk?” 
“Really good,” You tell him, and that’s the truth. The walk itself was nice until you cut it short with your little errand. 
“You look good,” He smiles, and Yunho appears from his side of the apartment as Mingi continues, “fresher,” 
“Yeah,” You sigh, “it’s a beautiful morning out,” 
“Hey,” Yunho says, smiling at the sight of you. 
“I’m sorry I didn’t wake you,” You say, “I just wanted to clear my head a bit, so I hope you don’t mind that I borrowed your key,” 
Mingi shakes his head as you hang his keyring up by the door. 
“We’ll have to get one made for you,” Yunho says, “if you want,” 
You let the implication of that lie and you nod, but excitement sparks in your belly.
“Is there any coffee?” You ask, moving into the apartment and heading towards the kitchen. You need to tell them where you’ve been, but you just need a breath before you can. 
“Mhm,” Mingi says, “I just made a cup,” 
“Oh,” You shake your head, “I don’t want to take yours, I’ll make my own.” 
“No, no,” He slides behind you and presses a kiss to your hair as he does, “take it, I’ll make another. Yunho, do you want one?” 
“I’m good,” He replies, coming to stand next to you at the small kitchen island. 
Mingi looks like he’s thinking about something as he finishes off your cup of coffee and throws an electric kettle back on to make another pourover, but Yunho draws your attention away. 
“Jagi,” He starts, “I don’t mean to… well, can we talk to you about something?” 
“Sure,” You angle towards him, his words making you a little nervous, “is everything okay?” 
“Absolutely,” He assures you, brushing his hand down the length of your arm, “but Mingi and I were talking while you were gone, about how to handle everything with these charges,” 
“Oh,” His timing is impeccable. 
“We just want to include you,” He says, squeezing your hand, “and make sure we’re handling things the way we should, but it might be smart to try and hire a lawyer before this goes any further,” 
You’re not sure how you’re supposed to say this. 
“We talked to Seonghwa and he agrees,” Yunho continues, “this will be the easiest way to protect all of us,”
“Yunho,” You start, “hang on,”
“If this is upsetting we can talk about it later,” Yunho adds, “but Seonghwa has some connections through his parents, he wants to make some calls.” 
Your stomach twists at the idea of Seonghwa needing to lean on a favor from his parents, and every choice you made that morning becomes perfectly validated with just that thought. You would never, ever let him do that, not after everything he’s done for you.  
“It’s not upsetting,” You assure Yunho, trying to interject, “I just don’t think that will be necessary,” 
“Getting a lawyer?” He clarifies. 
“Yeah,” You swallow hard and glance at Mingi, “I don’t think we’ll need to.” 
“I mean, having representation would be best,” Yunho says, “I know it’s stressful, but we need to be careful,” 
“Right,” You sigh, needing him to give you a breath to explain, “that’s if there’s a suit,” 
“Well sure, but,” Yunho starts but the penny drops for Mingi. 
“Tell me you didn’t,” Mingi turns to you fully and the words die on Yunho’s lips as he plays catch up. 
You stay quiet, holding his gaze, but when you let out a soft breath he sets his coffee back down. 
“y/n,” Mingi says, voice serious and leaving Yunho visibly more and more confused, “tell me you didn’t do what I think you did.” 
“I took care of it,” You settle on the most neutral words you can. 
“No,” He shakes his head, “you can’t just say that, you have to give us more than that.” 
“I was planning on it,” You push past Yunho to approach Mingi, resting your hands on his upper arms as you get closer into his space, “I swear, you just guessed it too fast,” 
“You smell like the hospital,” He explains, his nose crinkled up. 
“Whoa, whoa,” Yunho finally catches up, “why were you at the hospital?”
You just have to say it, “I talked to Minseok,” 
“Absolutely not,” Yunho pushes around the island and closer to you, “are you insane?” 
“He’s completely incapacitated,” You tell them both, “he couldn’t have touched me even if he wanted to,” 
“Yes, but you didn’t know that!” Yunho presses, his voice running high in surprise, but you can see he’s doing his best to keep level and cool. 
“Look at me,” You settle him, “do I look hurt? Upset?”
“No,” He admits with a puff of dejected air. 
“Am I myself?” You take both their hands in yours. 
“Yes,” Mingi admits. 
“Okay,” You sigh, “now stop freaking out and listen to me, because I promise you I’m perfectly fine,” 
Mingi nods once, and Yunho stays silent, which is enough for you to do what you need to do. 
“I went there to talk him out of the charges he’s filing,” You explain, “and I guess… I just wanted to understand what he did, so I wanted to talk to him.” 
“And?” Yunho prompts. 
“He’s an asshole,” You start. 
“Did he touch you?” Mingi asks, his voice a little tight and thready, “Say anything to you?” 
“No,” You promise, tugging him closer until his hands are properly on you, “come here,” 
“You can tell us if he did,” Yunho’s fingertips stroke a gentle pattern over the back of your neck, “we’re not angry, we just want to help,” 
“Speak for yourself, I still want to kill him,” Mingi says sharply. 
“Hey,” Yunho nudges him, “chill,” 
“Both of you relax,” You interject and they fall silent, “he didn’t do anything, he couldn’t even talk, his jaw is fully wired shut,” 
Yunho huffs a laugh, “Good,” 
You smile, “Honestly, he looked pretty pathetic,” 
“He is pretty pathetic,” Mingi points out. 
“Right,” You sigh, “well, aside from some choice words written out on a whiteboard, he didn’t have much to say or do. I explained that if he didn’t drop his charges things would be much worse for him in the long run… and he saw reason.” 
“He agreed to that?” Mingi’s eyes go wide. 
“Mhm,” 
“Why?” Yunho’s brows draw together, “Not out of the goodness of his heart, I assume,” 
“No,” You shake your head, “but when I tell you, I need you both to promise me you won’t be angry.” 
“That’s unfair,” Yunho says. 
“Just say it,” Mingi nods, “we won’t know until we know.” 
You chew the inside of your lip as you search for the right way to say this, and you know they’ll be upset no matter what, but they deserve honesty. You nod, “I agreed to drop my charges if he drops his,” 
They’re silent, deathly silent. 
“y/n,” Yunho swallows tightly as he gets his voice even, “why would you do that?” 
“He didn’t want to listen to me at first,” You explain, “and I thought it through on the walk. That’s the only piece of leverage we have right now,” 
“But he did something wrong, he should be held accountable,” Mingi exclaims, taking a full step away from you and running a hand through his hair. 
“You heard the questions the police asked me,” You interject, “how close was I to my next heat? Did I know Minseok was in pre-rut? Why did I stay in the room if he was making me uncomfortable? What was I wearing?” 
“But it wasn’t your fault,” Yunho insists, “he used tone, that’s fucking illegal,” 
“I said he used tone,” You counter quietly, “but he’ll say he didn’t and he’ll say I got confused or misunderstood. He’ll use our relationship against you both, and my relationship with Seonghwa to paint… a very particular kind of picture about me. We all know what he did but I’m telling you, legally? We’re on the losing side,” 
“But,” Mingi shakes his head, “that’s…” 
“I know,” You nod, “believe me, I know.” 
“You should have taken us with you,” Yunho says quietly, “we could have talked to him for you,” 
You shake your head, “No,” you need them to understand, “you got to hit him… you got to do something, I didn’t get to do anything but be fucking scared,”
His expression softens, “Oh,” 
“You protected me when I needed you,” You feel tears welling up now at the thought of it, “it’s my turn to protect you,” 
They’re so quiet, watching you carefully. 
“Nothing is taking you away from me again,” You say it, plain and clear, “nothing is taking away you or my friends, I won’t let that happen,” 
Mingi’s arms fold around you fast as he tucks you into his chest and you feel Yunho step close too, laying a warm palm on your back as he leans into you both. 
“Whatever you want, we’ll do it,” Mingi murmurs, “okay?” 
You nod, closing your eyes as you snuggle into the warmth of him. 
“And we’ll handle it together,” Yunho says, “but don’t make this decision for us, make it for you. We,” Yunho’s voice trails, but then he clears his throat and says what he wants to say anyways, “we love you. No matter what happens,” 
“I know,” You sigh, snaking an arm out of Mingi’s hold to find Yunho’s hand and tuck him a little closer too, “but I’m sure,” 
“I hate to state the obvious here,” Mingi pulls back from you so he can look at you both, “but if he’s not charged with anything, then he’s a free man.” 
That thought does make your stomach flip, but you knew that when you walked into the hospital room, “I know,” 
“It’s your choice,” Mingi reiterates, “but I still don’t know if I’m comfortable taking that kind of risk with you.” 
“I don’t even want to think about that,” Yunho says, his hands finding your shoulders as he tucks closer behind you. 
The image of Minseok’s face when you asked about his dance career flickers through your mind and you smile, “I think he got the picture,” 
“y/n,” Mingi’s voice is hesitant. 
“I told him in no uncertain terms,” You can’t get the smile off your face now, “that if he came anywhere near me again I’d break his jaw myself.” 
“You didn’t,” Yunho looks down to see your face. 
“I did,” You nod, “and before you freak out again, please remember that I’m here and totally fine in front of you,” 
Mingi gives you a truly withering look but lets you speak. 
“Honestly,” You breathe, “you should have seen him, he was lying there and could barely move, and when he didn’t want to drop the charges at first, I kind of got in his face,” 
Yunho’s hands tighten on your shoulders and Mingi scrubs a hand over his face, “Don’t tell me that,” 
“But I did,” You press your palms flat against Mingi’s chest, “I told him that if he didn’t drop his charges he would never get rid of me, I told him I’d make his life hell, and he couldn’t even move. He couldn’t touch me,” 
Mingi’s quiet, his eyes flicking up to Yunho behind you. Yunho sighs, dropping his forehead to rest against your hair and then his arms relax, wrapping around you from behind. 
“I really hate this story,” Yunho says, “but I’m also really proud of you,” 
“Me too,” Mingi’s hand closes over both of yours to give you a squeeze. 
“I just wish you had told us,” Yunho admits. 
“If I had told you I was going there you would have never let me go alone,” You point out. 
“Exactly,” Yunho’s arms tighten. 
You turn your head to press your lips to his arm where it wraps around your shoulder, and you nuzzle a little into his warm skin, “You know why I had to go though, right? You get it?” 
He nods against your head. 
Mingi smooths his hand up and down your forearm, “We do,” 
“I just hate the thought of him seeing you again,” Yunho admits, lifting his head and readjusting you in his arms, “or being close to you at all,” 
“I know,” You lean back into his embrace, “but this is the thing, he got to see me be fine after what he did,” 
“And you got to see him,” Mingi puts two and two together with ease and nods, “and he looked pathetic?” 
“More than that,” You smile, “he looked… afraid.” 
“Good,” Mingi says firmly. 
You remember the way he looked in that hospital bed, his eyes darting around the room. He shrank back when you got close, no doubt the scent of Yunho and Mingi lingering on your skin, and you smile up at them at the thought, “He was terrified my alphas were with me,”
Yunho’s lips quirk and he leans around you to meet your eyes, “He wasn’t afraid of us, sweetheart, he was afraid of you.” 
“No,” You laugh that off, but they don’t join in and Mingi makes a funny expression at your words. 
Yunho slides away, shoulder to shoulder with Mingi now as he looks down at you, “Yes, y/n,” he shakes his head, “he was vulnerable and alone and stuck in a hospital bed, and you’re…” 
“A powerful fucking omega,” Mingi supplies. 
Yunho nods, “And he knows that you could ruin the rest of his life.” 
You don’t know what to say. 
“y/n,” Mingi sighs, tugging you in until your bodies are close together, “if you ever do something that reckless again, I’ll lose my mind,”
You move to lift your head and push back, to keep trying to get him to understand why this was so important for you to do alone and why you made the choices you made, but he stops you short. 
“But,” He adds, kissing the top of your head, “it was also very brave, and I love you for it.” 
“Yeah?” You nudge him. 
“Yeah,” He admits. 
“I do wish I could have seen it,” Yunho grins, “that asshole scared of you,” 
Mingi’s hands slide to your hips, tightening their grip and he swallows hard, “Our fierce little omega,” 
A ripple of something needy and unexpected passes through your belly, “Is that what I am?” 
Yunho steps closer, finding a home for his hands on your body too, “You called us your alphas,” he says softly, “isn’t that what we are?” 
Mingi’s thumbs brush a warm steady pattern into your hips and you feel yourself melting into their hands, “Yes,” 
“That makes you our omega, sweetheart,” Yunho eyes flick from yours to your lips. 
The way they say omega to you doesn’t sound cold. It doesn’t sound cruel or commanding, no undertone of ownership despite the content of their words. When they say it all you hear is love. 
“Say that again,” You murmur softly. 
Mingi smiles, lifting his eyes to watch you.  
Yunho dips closer, his lips dangerously close, “Our omega?” 
You nod a little, heat flushing your cheeks. 
“Our omega,” He repeats, pressing his lips to yours. He waits to make sure you want it, he waits to feel you twist in their arms and reach up for him, and then he lets his body follow his thoughts, lips opening and his tongue dipping into your mouth. 
Mingi’s hand shifts, spreading wide over your lower belly, his fingertips at the waistband of your pants. You’re not ready for that, and you hope he doesn’t notice the way you twitched in his hands when he first adjusted his grip, but either way he makes no move to take anything further. Neither of them do. Despite Yunho’s lips on yours, and the breath between you both, his hands stay put on your back and your cheek while Mingi just holds you, patient and soft at your side. 
When your lips break from Yunho, settling back down your heels after pushing up on tiptoe, Mingi uses his grip on you to spin you to face him, his mouth finding yours with ease. 
You hum pleasantly against his mouth, your hands gripping his broad shoulders for balance. 
“Ours,” Mingi murmurs between kisses, and then his hands spread to your backside, maneuvering you up into his arms in one quick motion, “you’re ours,” 
You wrap your legs around his middle and sink into the kiss, “I’m yours,” 
“Fuck, I missed you,” He mumbles between kisses, nuzzling your cheek with his nose. 
You nod against him, stealing one more kiss before you lean back, still perched comfortably with your legs around his waist. You smooth a hand over Mingi’s cheek and then reach for your other lover to bring him close, drawing him in by the hand until he’s nestled against both of your sides. Yunho’s hand reaches around to cup under your thigh and you settle your own hand on the back of Yunho’s neck, fingers stroking the shaggy bottom of his dark hair.
“This is nice,” Mingi smiles a little, eyes flicking between you and Yunho. 
Yunho nods, his free hand settling on Mingi’s back. 
“I can’t believe I convinced myself that we weren’t scent sympathetic,” You sigh a small, unfunny laugh, “this just feels so right,” 
“Knowing it and knowing it are two different things,” Mingi says, emphasizing the word. 
“I guess so,” 
“And it’s not like all scent matches work out,” Yunho adds, “we still have to work at it,” 
You nod, relaxing into their hold, “I want that,” 
“We do too,” Mingi squeezes your thigh a little with his wide hand. 
It’s funny how different it all feels now than months ago during your first panicked heat here, how settled you are with everything. You glance between them and ask the obvious, “When we go back to work, what are we this time?” 
“Pack,” Mingi says easily and your head snaps to his, eyebrows high. 
“Mingi,” You blink at him, surprised at his easy reference to such a permanent state of being. Scent matches and compatibility is one thing, but pack is something so much more. All of it flickers in your mind - claims, bonds, tying you together permanently. 
“Someday,” Yunho interjects smoothly, giving you a soft, reassuring kiss to the head, “far in the future, if you’ll have us.” 
“Someday,” The word slips out of you like an agreement, and despite all the fears shared with Wooyoung earlier, you do want them like that. You want to someday be able to give each other that.  
“Then we’re pack,” Mingi lights up at your words, “officially, unofficially, I don’t care. You’re with us, we’re with you.” 
Your body fills with warmth, but you can feel your heart rate picking up. 
Yunho smiles, “What did they used to call that back in the day?” 
“Courting,” You fill in the blank for him, and the word feels strangely old fashioned considering the fact that you’ve already spent a heat with them. When packs were more common, groups of alphas would court compatible omegas until it was sure they were a good match in more ways than just scent. The implication then was something more akin to a modern engagement and you can’t believe after everything you’ve been through with these two men, this is the conversation you’re having suddenly so casually in their kitchen. 
“Well,” Yunho laughs, “we don’t have to call it that,” 
“We’re,” You trail off, trying to find the words, “dating?” 
“Partners?” Yunho offers a slightly less casual word. 
“Together,” Mingi cuts in, “that’s what we are. We’re your alphas, we belong to you, and you,” he draws you closer in his arms to press a soft kiss on your lips, “are our omega.” 
“And at work?” You trail off. 
“We’ll be ourselves,” Yunho suggests, “people probably already know after last week anyways,” 
Mingi nods, dipping forward and pressing a kiss to your lips, “No more pretending we don’t mean something to each other,” 
“No more pretending,” You shift in his arms, wrapping your arms properly around his shoulders so that you’re hugging each other tightly. 
Mingi hums appreciatively, his breath warm against your hair and then he chuckles a little as he readjusts you in his arms, “Is it too fast if I start calling you yeobo, though? I feel like it suits you,” 
You pull back from the hug, “We’re not married, Mingi,” you remind him, “and I didn’t hear a proposal,” 
“You want to get proposed to, baby?” He teases and you shove his chest. 
“Knock it off,” Yunho smacks the back of Mingi’s head, “our relationship doesn’t have to break the sound barrier,” 
“I’m kidding,” Mingi squeezes you, shifting to take a few steps and deposit you on the kitchen counter before stepping back with a quick peck on your lips. 
“Hmm,” Yunho rolls his eyes and slumps back against the counter next to you, one wide hand smoothing over your thigh, “we just got you back, I’d like to avoid scaring you off,” 
“I’m not scared,” You shake your head, and as you say it, you realize it’s true. Six months ago you would have balked at Mingi’s veiled promise of his intentions, you would have told them all their hormones were mixed up and confused. You would have told yourself the same. It feels strange to feel completely at peace with the idea of a real someday with them. 
Yunho’s eyebrow quirks up in a question at your words and Mingi grins, a little self satisfied. 
“Actually,” You exhale heavily and straighten up, “I talked to Wooyoung yesterday and he helped me figure some things out,” 
“Things?” Mingi asks. 
“Um,” Your pounds in your chest, “yeah,” 
Yunho gives you an encouraging squeeze to keep going. 
You meet his eyes and take the leap, “Can you make that call? For me to talk with someone?” 
He softens and nods, “I’ll do it first thing,” 
“Okay,” You say, taking another deep breath, “then there’s one more thing to tell you,” 
Mingi doesn’t say anything, but he steps back closer to you, resting his hand on your opposite thigh. 
“It’s my turn to ask you to be patient,” You give them both an anxious, close lipped smile. 
“We’re listening,” Mingi soothes you. 
“Okay,” You take both their hands in yours, “here goes. The idea of bonding with you both is kind of sending me into a tailspin right now, and I’m terrified that it’s something I’m never going to get over. Wooyoung told me to talk to someone to work through that and I want to. I thought about it all day, and the truth is that I want to be with you both for as long as you’ll have me. You feel like you’re mine, now more than ever, and I’m scared, but I’m also scared of not trying,” 
“And if I can be yours like this for now,” You continue, “without bonds like you said, pack even if it’s unofficial, then maybe I can work through this and make it official someday. I’m just scared your definition of ‘far in the future’ and my definition are different though, and I,” 
“Fuck bonds,” Mingi interrupts, moving to cup both your cheeks and draw your eyes to his, “that shit doesn’t matter to me at all. We’re together by choice, not by claim. If you want my bite someday, I’ll give it to you, but you won’t ever hear me ask, alright? Never.” 
“Me too,” Yunho’s hand brushes down your hair, coming to rest on the back of your neck, “as far as I’m concerned it’s secondary, I don’t care what anyone thinks. I’d sooner leave you than push you into a bond you aren’t ready for,” 
You jolt forwards, throwing an arm around each of their shoulders and nearly slipping off the counter when you do, but they hold you steady as you pull them in. 
“We just want you,” Mingi’s rough, low voice murmurs, “just this.” 
You feel their warmth, the steady thrum of each of their heartbeats, their scents curling around you like a safe, easy memory. The words find themselves right on the tip of your tongue again, only this time, this time they come. 
“I love you,” You take in a sharp, emotional breath as you get yourself together, overwhelmed by their words, “I love you both so much,” 
Yunho dips back to find your mouth, locking his lips on yours and sighing a breath of true relief against your mouth, “I love you too, sweetheart,”
Mingi redirects your gaze with his fingers on your jaw the moment Yunho starts to lean back and he kisses you hard, leaving you gripping his shirt for balance, “I love you,”
“God,” You smile, every part of your body alight with joy, “I think we might be crazy, but I don’t care,” 
“Good,” Yunho glances between you both, “because I think I’m having a crazy idea,” 
“What idea?” 
“Move in,” He blurts out, and he can’t stop smiling, “fuck giving you a key, fuck calling you our girlfriend. Move in properly, be ours. If we’re together, let’s be together, we’ve lost enough time,” 
“Who’s moving fast now?” Mingi says, but he’s smiling too. 
Everything in your body feels right, feels safe. You’ve been calling this home for days, and you’ve been calling them yours in your head for so much longer. 
You’re nodding before your mouth can catch up with your brain, “Okay, okay, yes, let’s do it,” 
Yunho pulls you up into his arms and holds you close, peppering kisses across your temple, “We’ll figure everything else out later, but at least we’ll be together,” 
“Thank God,” You melt into his embrace, meeting Mingi’s eyes over Yunho’s shoulder, “because I really didn’t want to leave,” 
“No leaving this time,” Mingi smiles softly as Yunho nods his head against yours. 
“Mm-mm,” You shake your head, agreeing with his words. 
“We’ll get everything from your place as soon as we can, make it official,” Mingi adds. 
You nod, and then a thought occurs to you, “Is there even enough room for me here?” 
Yunho unwraps himself from around you and nods, “We’ll need a bigger bed,”
“For a start,” Mingi nods, “and you need a nest,” 
“Yeah?” Your very own nest, a real one. 
“Oh, babe,” Mingi finds your hand, tugging you in, “you’re about to get fucking spoiled, anything you want, we’ll figure it out.” 
“You don’t have to, I just want to be here,” You tell them. 
“Doesn’t matter,” Yunho says, “we’ve waited for you for so long,” 
“Too long,” Mingi wraps his arms around you both, “way too long,” 
It doesn’t matter anymore what pushed you into their arms, what kind of day you’ve had, everything you’ve had to get through. Not a thing in the world matters but this choice, the safe home of their arms, three of you against the world like it was always meant to be. 
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sanspuppet · 3 months
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Okay but just think about waking up on top of Mingi, who keeps whining your name while he uses you for cockwarming. Despite you can barely give him attention because there’s Yunho who’s pumping into you from behind, grunting and groaning as he struggles to fuck your hole properly because there isn’t enough space in your stomach to take two big cocks like their ones. Mingi takes sweet care of your breast, while Yunho gropes your ass searching for more space inside it. And there’s you, who can’t elaborate any concrete thought apart from their dicks, just moaning brainlessly waiting for them to cum inside you.
You’d like to wake up like this, don’t you? Hehe
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todomochi-uwu · 3 months
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Who. (4/?) J. Y & S. M
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Pairing: Poly! Jeong Yunho x reader x Song Mingi
Genre: Angst, Smut
Warnings: This content is for a mature audience
Synopsis: You can't remember when was the last time you spent time with them, the last "I love you", the last time any of them kissed you.
Other chapters: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5
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Green, blue and red lights light up the entire place, there´s so much noise you can barely hear Chan and Han over the music, and the smoke machines uncomfortably fill your lungs, but none of that is enough to keep your thoughts away from the ones your heart yearns for.
Yeah, the last couple of weeks had been better, you had stopped drowning in your tears and the insomnia that had accompanied you every night for the last weeks seemed to finally abandon your side, but their presence remained there, stuck to your head, leaching off your pain, as if it was determined to not let you forget. Were they okay? Had they moved on? Did they even care?
Your mind kept going back to simpler times, memories of what once had been the strongest relationship you had ever been in.
The bed was a mess, sheets ruffled next to the TV, clothes were scattered everywhere, pillows laid under your knees so you wouldn’t get hurt while you rode Mingi, hips moving up and down without rhythm, desperate to reach that sweet release, but every single time you were close Yunho grabbed your hips firmly stopping your movements.
“You are not allowed to cum baby, not until Mingi does first.” You tried to focus on the man in front of you, blush covering his cheeks, his mouth was barely opened, small moans and groans kept escaping out of his throat, eyes clouded with pleasure, his eyebrows furrowed every time you went down his cock, lips swollen and pink from all the kissing. Mingi was the most sinful image you had ever seen, and you were desperate to make him feel good.
“Please, please, Yunho, please let me cum.” You threw your head back, licking your lips, your knees were cramping, but stopping would be so much worse, “I’ve been a good girl.”
“No, I don’t care how good it feels, you are not allowed to cum.” His fingers traced a path down your body, caressing and massaging your neck, making their way through your breasts pinching your nipples and twisting them, next was your sternum, your stomach, till they finally ended in your core. Two of them framed Mingi’s cock while he was still inside you. “Come on, baby. You can do better than that, you are barely moving.” He took you by the chin with his other hand, straightening your view, “Don’t you want our Princess to feel good?”
Mingi’s eyes were covered in tears, his breathing heavy and his cheeks strawberry red, his hands grabbing your hips helping you move faster, “Please, love, please make me cum.” You couldn’t resist. No matter how much your thighs were crying, no matter how sore you’d be tomorrow, you were determined.
“Good job, baby. You are such a good girl.” Yunho whispered in your ear, while kissing your shoulders, leaving small bite marks on them.
And not so happy times.
Mingi’s phone was going crazy. Texts and calls from the office kept coming up, distracting him from the task he was currently performing. His head was in between your legs, his lips and tongue messily lapping up at your core, fingers hastily going and out of you; and physically he was there with you, mentally you knew he was only thinking about work. Your fiancé was usually so good at making you come with his mouth, but right now you barely even felt good, his tongue was not good enough knowing he wasn’t there with you.
“Mingi, please, they can wait for a little while.” You begged him, caressing his headlocks, trying to bring him back to you.
“Yeah, yeah, let’s just make this quick, I don’t want to piss off Jongho.” He was talking about it as if it was a chore, or another job, that did it for you.
You closed your legs and sat down immediately, pushing him away, “Never mind. Go and take care of whatever it is.” You put on your robe, leaving to go to the bathroom. He didn't even try to stop you.
There, you looked at yourself in the mirror, full-on makeup done, your hair styled and a set of lingerie (you had spent more than an hour trying to figure out how to put it on), you had outdone yourself so one of them would notice you, so one of them would want you like you wanted them, but of course, everything else was more important, more urgent. You felt your relationship hanging by a threat, and they had no clue.
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You had been weak a couple of days ago, not being able to sleep, you decided to do something to appease the anxiety that had been running through your veins for hours.
“Hello?” A groggy voice responded from the other side.
You gulped down, already regretting your decision, “Hey, Hongjoong?”
You heard ruffling, and his voice got clearer, “Oh my god Y/n, is that you? Where are you? Are you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m okay, don’t worry. Um… listen, um…” You couldn’t bring yourself to ask, too scared of the way he might react.
“You want to know how they are doing, don't you?”
You stayed quiet, the lump in your throat made it impossible for anything to come out.
“Well, it took almost a week for us to know you had left, neither of them said anything until Jongho went to your apartment wanting to know why Mingi wasn’t answering his phone or showing up to work. But the first time I saw them they were a wreck, the house was a complete mess, both of them sleeping in different rooms, Yunho barely came home and Mingi wouldn’t leave it. They looked so sick I almost didn’t recognize them, pale, heavy eyebags, and the smell, ugh the smell.” He chuckled sadly, shaking his head at the thought, “I had never seen them like that.”
“You must hate me.” You whispered tears threatening to slip out of your eyes, but you wouldn’t let them, you were just so tired of that.
“At first, I was confused, I didn’t know what was happening or why, but they explained everything and I couldn’t blame you. I wasn’t happy to see them like that, but I knew you must not have been any better.”
“Yeah.”
“So, how’s Chan been?”
You stuttered not knowing what to say.
“Oh Y/n we’ve been friends since middle school, you think I wouldn't know? Hell, I don’t even know how it hasn’t crossed their mind, you always go back to Chan.”
“Nothing’s going on with him.”
“I never said it was.”
You pulled on the thin skin of your lips, tearing it apart, slowly the taste of iron covered your tongue; your heart was beating a thousand miles per second and you ran out of things to say. Hongjoong kept telling you about them, how things had been in their friend group, and everyone’s reactions, it didn’t do much to soothe your fragile muscle, but at least it was something.
“Sooner or later, you’ll have to face them, Y/n.”
“I don’t think I’m ready for that.”
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A pair of fingers kept snapping in front of your face, Han called your name repeatedly, “Y/n, Y/n, oh my god Y/n,” Snap, snap, snap, “Jesus, Y/n snap out of it already.”
You shook your head, your eyes focusing on the cherry-checked boy. “I’m sorry, I was thinking about… work.”
His eyes narrowed, looking at you incredulously, “Yeah, sure, whatever you say babe. Chan went to the bar to get us some shots.”
“Great.”
“What's going on with you? An hour ago, you were so excited to go out, and now look at you.”
“It’s nothing Jisung…” He cut you off
“Oh, you can't fool me, Y/n. I know what you are thinking about, who you are thinking about. You need a distraction, something to help you move on.”
“Is not that easy.”
“I know, believe me I know, but maybe a little push will help you.”
“Help as in therapy?”
“Mmm, I was thinking for more like a good fuck.”
Your eyes widened, cheeks burning with shame, “Han, what the fuck?”
“Oh, as if you don’t miss getting dicked down, you went from two dicks to zero in a second, I can’t imagine being that starved.” He giggled taking a sip from his beer.
“I'm not having this conversation with you.” You pushed him away, shaking your head and laughing.
“Right, because you can tell me all about how Yunho’s dick is the biggest you’ve ever had or how Mingi’s head game is so good he almost made you pass out, but this is where you draw the line. Common Y/n, you are not doing anything wrong, you are a gorgeous, single woman, it’s only natural to get back into the game.”
A single woman. You haven’t been one in years. It felt so wrong to think of yourself as one, but it is what it is.
“How about Chan?”
You were taken back, not believing what came out of Jisung’s mouth. “You cannot be serious.”
“Why not? He’s hot, you guys used to do it all the time, it’s not like he’s a stranger.”
“Yeah, back in college, I haven’t looked at Chan in that way in years.”
“You are full of shit. You think I didn't see you back at his apartment? You were practically fucking him with your eyes, he looks good and you know it.”
  Your cheeks got impossibly red, making your muscles hurt, “I did not…”
“You did, and that’s okay. Give yourself a chance, love. You never know what might happen.
The thought of actually doing it crossed your mind, could you do it? Could you let yourself into another's arms while someone else was on your mind?
Chan appeared with two handfuls of shot glasses, walking slowly towards your table, “I think I might have overestimated how much we can drink.”
“Oh, this is nothing, remember how much we used to drink back then? I don’t remember half the parties I went to.”
“I’m not sure that’s a good thing. Besides, we are older Hannie, I don’t think we can do it.” You said looking at all the alcohol in front of you.
“We can always try.” He said taking his first shot.
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“Han is your husband.”
“Yes Jeong, you were at our wedding against my will. What about it?” Minho’s eyes stayed firm on the road.
“I just can’t help but wonder how such a pure, innocent and gentle soul ended up with the devil?”
Minho grinned, shaking his head, “I like to think we balance each other out.” The car took a turn, “But I could ask you the same thing, what is the human embodiment of a cupcake doing with Dr Jeong biggest asshole in the neurology department Yunho, and well, Mingi.”
“Well, for one I'm not always an asshole,” Yunho chuckled, “and the rest was pure luck I guess.”
“I think she’d beg to differ.” The cat-eyed doctor looked at him for the first time since the ride started, “What happened anyways?
An uncomfortable silence filled the car, Yunho sighed and let his head rest against the car window.
“I got too much into my head, and so did Mingi. Work was killing me, bills began piling up and I couldn’t do much, so I started working double shifts, taking small jobs here and there. Mingi’s clients needed lots of things at the same time, they lost a case, I don’t know, I guess everything got too hectic too quickly. We would leave early in the morning, I wouldn’t come home for days, and Mingi would arrive late at night. We both were so stressed but couldn’t do anything about it, it bottled up.” His voice was cracking up, barely able to continue, “We just never stopped, we never noticed how badly we were neglecting her until it was too late.” He paused, letting out a sob, “One day, I came home, just a quick stop to take a shower and say hi, the second I stepped foot I knew something was wrong. She had taken all her things; her ring was right on the bed.” He shut his eyes, furrowing his eyebrows, remembering the scene, “My whole world came crashing down, Minho. I have never felt so much pain.”
“Yeah, been there done that.”
“What?” Yunho looked at him confused.
“You aren’t the only one who’s a workaholic.” Minho took a deep breath, “Back in college things between Han and me were not so good, we were always fighting, always so hostile and short with each other. I’ll admit it was mostly my fault, school got worse each day, I was struggling to keep my scholarship, my job at the café, Jisung; competing against you the entire time didn’t help.”
“Hey, man you did that to yourself, I showed up the first day of school and I already had a rival, and I’ll admit I liked the competition until you started being a real asshole to me and till this day I have yet to know why you hate me so much. At first, I thought it was because I’m just a better doctor, but…” He said with humour before Lee cut him off.
“You are not a better doctor than me, you dick.” The older doctor said, “I was taking the piss when we were students, it used to motivate me, but I didn’t hate you because of that, I just didn’t like you, but I don’t hate you.”
“Because…”
Minho gulped, was it his place to say it? “Back then…”
“Back then when Chan and Y/n were a thing?”
He furrowed his eyebrows, confused and shocked, “Wait, you knew about it?”
“Oh, it was obvious, Chan hated us the second he met us, I knew it wasn’t just a coincidence, also your husband tends to spill out his brain when he’s drunk.”
“Yeah, that’s Jisung for you.” He said while shaking his head and smiling, the thought of his drunk husband warmed his heart. “I almost lost him back then. One day, in the middle of a discussion, he told me he was done with my bullshit, he was tired of me taking him for granted and never being there. In the beginning, I thought it was just another argument, and that things would go back to normal in a couple of days, but after a week I knew I was wrong. I felt like an idiot for waiting an entire week, he didn’t want to see me, I tried everything, and even Y/n hated me, it took me months to gain back his trust. There were times when I thought I was just too little, too late, that he would never take me back, and thank god he did, I don’t know what I would have done if he didn’t.”
“Is that why you are helping us?”
“I don’t like you, Yunho, that I’ll admit, but I know you are not a bad guy, neither is the other guy, and I know you love her. I get what’s like to lose yourself and everything you have, in a second.”
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Your hips swayed at the rhythm of the music, you let yourself go and try to forget. You deserve it. Jisung was next to you, dancing drunkenly, giggling and saying a bunch of random stuff you could barely understand. One second you saw him pointing at something behind him and the next one he was gone. You were left alone with Christopher.
“Are you having a good time?” He whispered in your ear, dangerously close to you. When had he gotten so close?
“Yeah, are you?”
“I think I had too many shots.” He giggled. Yeah, he was so drunk.
“Me too.” You laughed along.
You kept dancing next to each other, occasionally getting pushed by the rest of the crown on the dance floor, with every step you came closer, and before you knew it, your chest pressed against his. Slowly move your hips against each other, his hands grabbed your hips, and your head rested against his skin. You didn’t dare look up, you knew what would happen and you didn’t know if you were ready for that, or even if your head was in the right place for that; yet, you still had an itch for it.
And as if Chan was reading your mind, he lifted your chin with his fingers, making you look him straight in the eyes. So many moments and memories flood your mind, blurred scenes of your “relationship” back in college, could you go back to that?
His face came closer, and his lips whispered your name against yours. And once again, you let yourself go.
Everything happened so quickly, that your head could not register what was going on. A hand had grabbed yours, pulling you roughly, making you crash into someone, Chan looked upset and confused. You turned around and saw him, his eyes were furious, you could see his lips moving but didn't understand anything that was coming out of them. Those lips that you had been missing for months, those eyes that appeared in your dreams again and again.
“Yunho?”
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pinkywritings · 7 months
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𝔻𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 (ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕡𝕥𝟚)
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this is the part 2 of Heavenly! go read that first for more context if u haven't already :)
♡ 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: yunho x female reader, mingi x female reader
♡ 𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: filthy smut (mdni!!!) +18!
♡ 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 2,1k
♡ 𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: after a crazy game of spin the bottle, things took an interesting turn when you find yourself between a rock and a hard place because of your two sexy roommates. however, things are about to get even crazier.
♡ 𝖆/𝖓: this is my first time writing full-on smut, so pls spare me a little heh, feedback is very much appreciated!!
{NSFW TAGS UNDER THE CUT}
♡ 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙/𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: dom!mingi, switch!yunho, switch!reader, non idol!au, foul language, use of pet names, cursing, sexual themes, making out, voyeurism, dirty talk, unprotected sex (booooo), std talk, degradation, praise, explicit consent, spanking, oral sex (male and female receiving), bigdick!yunho, bigdick!mingi
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You gulp, your gaze travelling hesitantly from Yunho to Mingi.
"So, who's it gonna be?" Mingi asks, propping his arms on the doorway. You lower your gaze to the floor, but you can still feel the two pairs of brown eyes looking at you.
"I want both of you." You confess after gathering some courage. Your voice is a bit weak, almost afraid of the outcome. Mingi chuckles at your words.
"Never imagined you were such a wild one. However, I don't like to share." You finally look him in the eyes, he's smirking.
"Then wait for your fucking turn." Yunho suddenly speaks after being quiet for a while, grabbing you by the arm and walking you towards his own room. You can't help but gulp at his sudden change of demeanor. He's always been more of a gentleman, which you adore of course, but seeing this side of him...you had to admit it turned you on.
For a second you think that Mingi would give up, but hearing footsteps following you close behind, you almost have no doubts that they're his. Yunho and you enter the room, and before he can close the door, the oreo haired boy enters in a rush, but seeming annoyed.
"Don't mind me, I'm just gonna enjoy the view, but then you're all mine baby." Mingi says, sitting down on the desk chair, facing the bed. Yunho rolls his eyes before speaking.
"Are you sure you want to do this sweetheart?" He asks, cupping your face with his hands, and looking down at you lovingly. You nod vigorously, but he isn't satisfied.
"Use your words, pretty."
"Yes, I want to do this." You say out loud, and Yunho smiles.
"That's more like it. But if you want to stop anytime, you tell me." You hum in agreement before grabbing him by the collar, pulling him closer, and crashing your lips into his. He grabs your waist, adoring the shape of your body, pulling your body even closer to his. Your hands move to his hair, playing with some strands. Your mouths move fast, the kiss becoming wetter and sloppier by the second.
"Please, fuck me Yunho." You manage to murmur into the kiss. He separates slightly from you, and you're able to see his eyes suddenly turning darker, his gaze being pure lust. He catches his breath and takes in your words, feeling his boner grow bigger and bigger. His hands grab the bottom of your dress, and you put your arms up to help him lift it over your head. He stops to take a good look at you, up and down, biting his lip before returning to help you take off your bra, heels and panties. You feel Mingi's intense gaze on you, and turning to look at him, you catch him smirking.
"I've imagined what you look like naked several times. I wasn't expecting you to be this hot." You blush at Mingi's words, suddenly feeling shy. Yunho lets out a deep breath before wrapping his arms around you, kissing and biting your neck. A soft moan escapes your mouth at the sensation, and you feel him smirk against your sensitive skin.
"Get on the bed." He commands, and you follow, laying down on the bed while he discards his own clothes, only leaving his boxer. As he's walking towards the bed, your eyes sneakily travel towards the south of his body, only to open them wide at the imprint on his boxers, a breath catching on your throat. Yunho immediately notices your reaction, and lets out a laugh, a slight blush appearing on his cheeks.
"Would you rather we do this with, or without a condom?" He asks sweetly.
"I haven't got any left, but honestly I got tested last week and I'm clean." You both stop to think about it.
"I do have some, but I'm clean as well, Mingi too." He turns to face the other boy for a second, and he nods from his place on the chair.
"Then come here handsome." You smile welcoming him into bed and he smiles while getting on top of you.
"I'll take good care of you, I promise." He launches himself into your neck again, leaving a trail of kisses from the bottom of your ear, and slowly into the bottom of your stomach.
"Can you open your legs for me pretty?" He murmurs against your skin, as you carefully do so, him taking a place right in between them. You let out a pleasant hiss as his mouth instantly connects with your pussy.
"Fuck, you're so wet for me already." He says between strong licks on your folds. You moan, grabbing on to his hair.
His skillful tongue works wonders on you, in just a few minutes you're just on the verge of becoming undone.
"Yunho...hmmm...please, fuck me." You manage to say between moans, making him chuckle.
"Hm, but I think I like having you spread out like this. Such a gorgeous sight." He teases, continuing to flick his tongue on your clit. You grab his hair harder, propping up his head slightly to make him look at you.
"Go lay down." You command, turning more serious, desperate to have his dick inside you. He gulps, looking up at you with big puppy eyes, but does as you tell him to, laying down next to you. Before moving to straddle his hips, you take a quick look at Mingi, who's now shirtless and palming himself through his jeans. A smile creeps across your face. The countless times that you've fantasized about this moment, and it's finally becoming true.
Supporting yourself with one hand on his hand, with the other hand you reach out to grab his fully hard member. He gasps softly, biting his lip at the sudden touch.
"I wanna take you so fucking bad." You groan, sliding his tip between your folds just before sinking down on his dick. Both of you moan in unison. Despite being soaking wet, his size still stretches you out a bit, making it a bit harder to bottom out, but getting there eventually. Once you're adjusted, he places his hands on your hips, and you begin rocking them up and down, instantly working up a quick rhythm.
"You're so good for me, so fucking good around me, fucking made for me." He moans out, a hint of desperation and lust on his voice. You smile shyly and move slightly forward to kiss his forehead, but he grabs the back of your head, moving your head so that your lips meet his instead. You kiss him back hungrily, both of you moaning into the kiss. You suddenly feel his other hand find its way between your legs, his thumb beginning to draw circles on your clit, amplifying your pleasure.
"Yunho, I'm close." You moan after just some strokes, the knot on your stomach becoming tighter and tighter.
"Me too pretty, cum for me." He struggles to say, sloppily between kisses. His thumb moves faster, sending you over the edge in just a few seconds, moaning his name out loud. It doesn't take much longer for him to do the same, pulling out just as he's starting to cum, his seed spilling on his stomach. You both stop to catch your breath, before you move from his lap and lay down next to him.
"I hope you're up for round two, baby." You suddenly hear Mingi's voice, standing up from the chair, now fully naked. Your eyes widen at his length, he's equally big as Yunho. His red tip glistening under the dim lighting from his pre cum. He smirks getting closer, as Yunho stands up from the bed to go clean himself up. Mingi grabs your legs and drags you to the middle of the bed, turning you around so that you're face down.
"I’m going to have so much fun with you." He says getting on top of you, grinning and running his hands all over your sides. He harshly grabs your hips, propping up your butt on the air. You adjust a little to be more comfortable and arch your back better, before turning to look back at him, signaling with your expression that you're ready. As tired yet satisfied that Yunho left you, you can't wait to get even more, you're insatiable right now. He smiles at you, teasing your folds with his tip before entering you with passion. You choke on a moan, the position you're in and the force in which he enters you making you crazy. He quickly builds up his pace, grabbing your hip with one hand, and the other exchanging it between pulling on your hair sensually and spanking your ass strongly. Your moans get louder and louder, thankfully the music outside Yunho's room are muffling them.
"Bet you he couldn't make you sound like this, could he?" He chuckles, turning back to flash Yunho a challenging look. He sighs loudly, and despite the fact that you can't see his expression, you could swear that you could hear his eyes rolling to infinity. You try to bark back at him with a witty response, but your words betray you as he sneaks his index finger to your clit, letting out another moan instead.
"Fuck, you’re such a wreck, and because of me, too." He groans with his voice a bit shaky, loving the way your pussy is clenching around him and the filthy sounds you're making.
"I'm-I'm close Mingi." You murmur in a struggle.
"If you want to cum then you’re gonna have to beg." He teases, slowing down his pace. You let out a loud groan in frustration.
"P-Please, let me cum M-Mingi." You choke out and he chuckles.
"Good girl." He instantly picks up his fast pace again, his index finger moving faster against your clit as well. In just a few more thrusts your legs begin shaking, your orgasm washing over you. He doesn't stop though, chasing his own high. Soon after, he suddenly pulls out and turns you around.
"Swallow for me, baby." He murmurs with foxy eyes, stroking his length. You immediately sit up in front of him, replacing his hand with your mouth, bobbing your head up and down with a nice rhythm. He wraps your hair in his hands, hissing at the sensation. It doesn't take long for you to send him over the edge, feeling his hot and salty seed filling up your mouth and swallowing it.
"You did so good for me." He whispers, letting go of your hair and giving you a kiss on your forehead as you pull out his dick from your mouth with a loud pop. You wipe your mouth before standing up from the bed, noticing Yunho now sitting on the desk chair, already wearing his pajamas. As he notices your stare, he smiles softly at you, inviting you to approach him. You walk over to him and wrap your arms around his neck, he hugs you back tightly with his arms around your torso.
"You took us so well sweetheart." He murmurs against your skin, making you blush lightly.
"I'm going to kick everyone out of here, and then go to sleep. Good night guys." You hear Mingi say from behind you, as you turn around you see that he's already gotten dressed. Yunho nods at him before he leaves the room.
"Do you want to sleep here tonight?" He speaks softly, not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable. You have never slept with him before, but you figure it's not a bad idea after what you did tonight. You nod at him with sweet eyes and a small smile, and he immediately stands up, walking towards his closet. You follow him, and see him pull out one of his shirts, turning to offer it to you.
"Do you want some sweatpants as well?" He asks.
"No, thank you Yuyu, just the shirt is fine." You accept it with a smile, which he reciprocates. He goes to lay down on his bed while you put on his shirt. You take a place next to him, wrapping your arms around him, one on your legs in between his. He caresses your head lovingly, and after some minutes of silence, he speaks.
"I shouldn’t have agreed to this." He whispers. You move your head to look up at him in surprise.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?!" You exclaim, but he chuckles at your reaction.
"Because you’re making it so hard for me to not fall in love with you." You gasp lightly, and he leaves a kiss on the tip of your nose.
"Sleep well y/n." He says before you can say anything, closing his eyes. You sigh and let out a small laugh.
"Goodnight Yuyu." You whisper.
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bunnliix · 15 days
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𝕊𝕥𝕦𝕡𝕚𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖
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Based on a dialogue prompt from @creativepromptsforwriting, and I thought Yungi as a duo fit it.
This was so fun to write, and if it's not already a little obvious, I enjoy writing college AUs haha. They're fun to write, as I'm in college myself.
prompt: “You’re both so smart and yet so stupid.” word count: 2.4k warnings: Mingi and reader being stupid, Yunho being the kinda smart one, worries about unreciprocated crushes, a smattering of angst
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The three of them had been friends since their first day of highschool. Well, Mingi and Yunho had been friends since childhood, but they met and basically adopted y/n into their little circle almost instantaneously after they had met in their homeroom. It was an interesting friendship in the eyes of most others, Yunho being the outgoing member of the group, while Mingi and y/n were the introverts, but it worked for them, and they had all decided on going to the same university after high school. That’s how they got to this point, being second years in university, Yunho pursuing an English degree, Mingi with his music degree, and y/n with her history degree. 
With how different their degrees are, they rarely had classes together now that they’re all second years, but they took care to see that their schedules all matched up at least once a week, which usually meant lunch breaks together. They all looked forward to seeing each other, though y/n sometimes dreaded them.
Since their last year of high school, y/n had developed massive crushes on both boys. She couldn’t help it, they were attractive, and honestly they ticked every box on her checklist of what she wanted in a boyfriend. She’s never said anything to either boy, fearful of what would happen to their friendship, and she could never give up a friendship for a relationship. She’d prefer shoving her feelings about them into a box forever, than risk it all, risk the trio’s friendship for her crushes. She didn’t think she’d be able to choose one of them anyways, her love was for both of them, not just one.
Even if she was able to choose, she didn’t want to think how that would impact her friendship with them, or their friendship with each other. So she kept her mouth shut, and enjoyed their friendship, ignoring her own yearnings for more.
She was currently sitting down in the quieter part of the university’s food court, waiting for her two friends to arrive. Her class had gotten out early, and so she decided to wait at the food court, so that they had a good table. She didn’t have to wait long for her two boys to show up, as she saw them walking towards her, smiles on their faces. 
“Hey! Did you wait long for us?” Mingi asked as they both sat down.
“I didn’t, I got here maybe five minutes ago?” She said, voice going higher at the end as she was unsure of how much time had passed.
“Oh that’s good. Both of our classes ran a bit late, so we were worried that you’d be waiting a long time.” Yunho said, relieved that she hadn’t waited long.
“I’d wait forever for you both, so you don’t have to worry about that.” She told them, before realizing how that could be taken, and a light blush appeared on her face.
Yunho immediately realized the non-platonic meaning of her words pretty quickly. His friend hadn’t been that subtle with her feelings, he knew that she liked both Mingi and himself, but knew that she’d never say a word about how she felt. He knew both himself and his friend felt the same way, but Mingi, oh sweet Mingi was so oblivious. The man may be a genius at producing and creating music, but he was so dumb when it came to matters of love. 
Yunho himself, has loved Mingi for almost as long as they’ve known each other, and y/n, since their second year of highschool. He had the same dilemma y/n was facing after he realized his crush on her, not sure of how to reconcile with wanting both of them, wanting to be with both of them. This led him into finding out what polyamory was, and after a lot of learning, he’s okay with his feelings, though like y/n, a bit too scared to change their dynamic.
Mingi was just dumb when it came to love, at least when it came to recognizing that others felt the same way. He knew very well his own feelings, that he’s loved both of his best friends for years now. He was the first to fall for both of them, and he’s been quiet on the topic of his crush on Yunho, but he’s spoken to his friend about his crush on the third part of their trio, and his fears on how if he said anything, that maybe she’d say no, or it would just destroy their entire friendship, and he couldn’t bear doing that, so he stayed quiet on the matter. 
So the three of them all stayed silent on their feelings, even if they knew the feelings of the others. 
Regardless of that, they spent their time between classes catching each other up on their class antics or drama, as well as bemoaning their homework and assignments, as always. Y/n was saddled with the heaviest workload of the three, from a writing aspect. Yunho wasn’t too far behind, however, and Mingi got off the lightest, but instead he had a lot of work that relegated him to the studio instead. 
“Well, back to classes it is.” Mingi groaned.
“You’re going to come over after your classes are done, y/nnie?” Yunho looked down at her, and she nodded to confirm. 
“Yeah, I’m gonna head over to your guys’ place right after my class lets out.” She told them.
“What way are you both heading?” She asked, since they usually split up from the table, but they were so engrossed in conversation that they all continued walking out of the hall.  
“We’re both heading this way, I think?” Yunho answered for both of them, Mingi nodding along in agreement.
“Oh! I am too! So we can keep talking today.” Y/n commented, happy.
This brought a smile onto the two boys’ faces, honestly whenever she smiled, they had to, her smile was contagious. It brought them so much joy to see her happy, and for them, that’s what mattered the most. 
Since y/n’s class was the first they passed, the two left her there after saying their goodbyes, before heading towards Yunho’s classroom.
“Her smile makes me swoon, Yunho. I’m so fucking screwed. I’ve been screwed since the moment she walked into our lives, and I’m not sure what to do.” Mingi confided in Yunho as they walked down the quiet hallways of the English department. 
“Why don’t you say something to her? You’ll never know how she’ll react unless you say something to her.” Yunho advised Mingi, but also felt saddened that the man he was in love with, maybe didn’t love him back. Why else would he constantly talk about his crush on y/n with him, if the man didn’t see him as just a friend. Eventually, Yunho had to head into class, which left Mingi to head to the studio by himself. 
A while later…
Yunho had opened the door to his and Mingi’s apartment, and after removing his shoes, walked over to their couch and flopped down on it. He was so tired from today, and honestly, he couldn’t stop thinking about his two best friends, they were both so pretty today. He just wanted to kiss them both senseless, but they just had to be so fucking oblivious, didn’t they?
He laid on the couch groaning over the stupidity of his crushes until he heard the door open, looking up to see both of them walk in. Of course they both entered at the same time, think of the devils and they shall appear, it actually works. 
“Oh, Yunho, you got back earlier than us!” Mingi commented after seeing the taller man on the couch.
“I got here about five minutes ago, so I haven’t been home long.
Y/n came to sit on the couch by his feet, having dropped her bag by the door. She smiled over at him, before moving her feet to place them on either side of Yunho’s legs. This moved the man to push himself up on the couch, to give her more room to spread out.
“How were your classes?” He asked her, to which she just shrugged.
Her classes had been boring, and besides she barely paid attention in them. The only thoughts running through her head that afternoon were how much she wanted to say something to them, to tell them about her feelings. Her train of thoughts started down the spiral of every bad thing that could happen if she spoke about how she felt, and she brought her legs into her chest and rested her head on them, unable to look Yunho in the eyes any longer. 
Yunho frowned at seeing her curl into herself, and once Mingi returned to the living room, so did he.
“Baby, what’s wrong? Why are you like this?” The music major asked her, kneeling down next to her.
Hearing the concern from her crush only made her feel sadder, knowing that she was only a friend, that his concern for her came from friendliness, nothing more. She shook her head, unable to open her mouth, if she spoke she’d spill everything. She felt her head get tilted upwards, but she kept her gaze down, not having the courage to look at either of them.
“Y/n, look at me, please.” Yunho pleaded with her, and it worked. She couldn’t bear to hear him sound so sad.
“Talk to us, sweetheart.” He asked her.
She shook her head. “It’d ruin everything. I can’t.” She said, tears rolling down her cheeks as she looked up at him and Mingi, who had moved to Yunho’s side. 
“What are you talking about? You’re not going to ruin anything Y/nnie. We promise.” Mingi promised her, tears gathering in his own eyes at seeing her cry.
Yunho breathed in, knowing exactly why she was like this. God, Mingi and her were so similar it hurts him. They’re both so filled with fear at ruining things, when he knows that none of them would let that happen. They were both so stupid when it came to love, and he couldn’t help but laugh out loud, though he immediately regretted it as he saw y/n face fill with hurt.
“Oh baby, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m sorry for laughing, but I couldn’t help but laugh at you and Mingi.” Yunho told her, eyes filled with sincerity.
“Why are you laughing at me?” Mingi questioned, confused but a little upset.
“You’re both so smart and yet so stupid.” Was all Yunho said at first.
“Yah! What do you mean by that?!” Mingi exclaimed, hitting Yunho in the shoulder.
“You’re both pining after each other, and you’re both too blind to see it!” He revealed their crushes on each other, while being sad that one of his crushes may not be reciprocated. 
“I have a crush on you too!” “I’ve been in love with you since we were kids!” Y/n and Mingi blurted out as they looked at Yunho, who in turn was shocked that they both were in love with him too.
“Well I guess that makes three idiots in love.” Y/n said, recovering from the shock of it all first. 
“I guess it does.” Yunho said, blushing.
Mingi pulled Yunho into a searing kiss, relieved that he was finally able to do so after so many years, as y/n watched, getting a little hot and bothered from watching them. Her crushes actually liked her back.
When the boys pulled back for some air, Yunho reached out to y/n, and the girl grabbed his hand and let him pull her closer to the two. Mingi ran his fingers through her hair as Yunho leaned down to kiss her cheek.
“Why does he get a kiss and not me?” She whined, to which Mingi quickly shut her up with a kiss, wrapping an arm around her waist. Yunho bit his lip as he watched them, eyes wide.
Y/n returned the kiss wholeheartedly, but let Mingi take control, knowing she’d never overpower the taller man. Fuck, this is what she’s dreamed of for years and it’s finally happening. She never wanted this moment to end, but as he pulled away for air, she found that she didn’t mind as much, since Yunho swooped in to kiss her himself. She was in heaven right now, she couldn’t be happier than she was in this moment, in between her two crushes, who liked her back and she finally felt all the weight and anxiety over this fall away, replaced with unadulterated happiness.
She slowly pulled away from Yunho when she was just about out of air, but smiled at him as she pulled back enough to look at the two of them.
“So, now that we’ve all revealed our feelings, what does that mean for us?” She asked.
“I’ve wanted to date you both for years. So I’d like to have you both as my girlfriend and boyfriend, respectively.” Yunho said, looking at both of them.
“That’s what I want too.” Mingi piped up, and they could still see some tears in his eyes.
“Well, we’re all on the same page then, it seems. I finally have the two boyfriends of my dreams.” She said, giggling to herself at the end.
“It’s not gonna be too different from how we normally act, just a bit more touching and maybe some kissing too.” Yunho said, smiling from ear to ear.
“Lots of kissing, if I have my way.” Mingi smirked, suddenly gaining confidence now that everything was out in the open.
Y/n blushed at that thought, she felt like kissing would be the least of her worries with these boys as her boyfriends. Mingi was already shaping up to be a menace of a boyfriend, and she was sure Yunho would be the same, if not a bit sweeter. Mingi laid on top of her, squishing her as she protested, saying that she’s getting crushed. Mingi responded by peppering her face with kisses, before ending it with a kiss on her lips.
“Okay, let’s not crush our girlfriend, yeah?” Yunho, ever the voice of reason, said as he pulled Mingi off of her. 
He pulled the slightly shorter man until Yunho’s chest was touching Mingi’s back, and Mingi beckoned her to come join them. She laid chest to chest on the music major, and smiled up at him and Yunho. This was how they spent the rest of the night, touching each other in some way, even after they had to get off of the couch. Oh, and lots of kissing of course, that was a given with Mingi around.
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FROM STORM TO SUNRISE. ━━ JYH & SMG
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prompts / plot. ━━━━━ you and your boyfriend yunho wake up to find your other boyfriend mingi no where to be found
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part of the secret santa event. ━━━━━ fem! foreigner!reader x boyfriends! jeong yunho & song mingi , domestic fluff / slight angst (?) / an attempt at humor / soulmate au , staring: yn, yunho, mingi, mrs yang (oc) & an unnamed baker + cashier , tw: mentions of food, metaphorical storms and tornadoes and yn is basically panicking most of the time , wc: 1421 , notes: no pronouns used but fem reader + foreigner part not mentioned and yunho & mingi aren’t soulmates but this is all because of the prequel, also i imagined the town from hometown cha cha cha for this fic !
[ to @justhere4kpop aka nadia . . . ] happy holidays (and merry christmas if you celebrate) nadia! i was your secret santa, did you have any idea? either way i have to start by apologizing i was planning a much larger fic but than a bunch of things in my personal life came crashing down so i decided to continue writing the other fic (the prequel to this one) later which means you will get two gifts ! i know the writing is terrible with this one but if you liked this someone how it’s a nice surprise for both of us! i hope you have a wonderful day and i love you mwah <3
[ listening to . . . ] Dreamy Day by Ateez
masterlist | credits to @ari-shipping-stuff for being my beta reader / writer <33
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WARM RAYS OF SUNSHINE SHONE GENTLY THROUGH THE LARGE WINDOW, ALLOWING YOU TO WAKE UP IN PEACE.
You slowly opened your eyes while you stretched your arms up from underneath the blankets, a smile making its way onto your face as you felt the arm draped over your stomach move you closer in his tight grip.
Turning, you met your boyfriend’s squinting eyes. Clearly, he'd just woken up too. He dropped his head in the crook of your neck and placed a kiss underneath your shirt on your bare shoulder— a silent good morning.
You'd just woken up and you already felt giddy. You moved your hand to the mattress next to you, searching for your other boyfriend’s warm body.
Your eyes opened fully, head snapping to his usual side of the bed when you realize he wasn't there. A small storm of worry brewed in your chest as you nudged your present partner, who seemed close to going back to dreamland.
He whined a bit and it took every bone in your body not to coo at him. You managed to get over your cuteness aggression enough to ask.
“Yunho, honey, where is Mingi?”
He was the early bird in your relationship after all. If anyone would know, it would be Yunho.
To your surprise, he didn't.
“I don’t know? Maybe in the kitchen? Bathroom?” He slurred, clearly not feeling the same sense of urgency as you yet.
“M’kay. I’m gonna look for Mingi. I’ll be right back.” You ruffled his already messy hair before removing yourself from his comfortable grip. The movement only caused more whining from the sleepy giant.
Yunho heard you make your way through the apartment. Your bare feet making a rhythm of soft steps on the linoleum floor, and your groggy but comforting morning voice called out Mingi’s name over and over again.
Your voice got more and more nervous with each call of his name ringing out with no response.
When you walked back into the bedroom, Yunho was sitting cross-legged on the bed with his phone in his hands. He gave you a worried look, the gravity of the situation finally catching up with him.
“Nothing?” He asked.
You fell back on the bed with a sigh as you shook your head no, racking your brain for where your boyfriend could possibly be at nine in the morning on the weekend. You felt Yunho reach over and gently push some hair out your face in an attempt to calm you down.
“I tried texting him but I got no answer either.”
Just as you were about to respond, a sharp feeling washed over you, knocking the wind out of your lungs.
You knew what that feeling meant. It only happened when your soulmate was experiencing a strong emotion. It could range from heartbreaking sadness to mind boggling happiness to excruciating pain.
You jumped up, clutching the arm that has Mingi’s soulmate mark on it. Your eyes met Yunho's.
“I think Mingi is in trouble!”
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SADLY, A SOULMATE BOND did not include a GPS. At least, that was not the kind you were blessed with. That would have saved you the trouble of walking aimlessly through the town in your pajamas and winter coats.
Due to Yunho not being Mingi’s soulmate and your soulmate mark being basically sharing skin with Mingi, you were no further than when you left the house half an hour ago.
Yunho wrapped his arm around your shoulders, rubbing it in an attempt to shield you from the cold morning weather on the island. It was a sweet gesture. The growing panic heated your cheeks more then enough, but you appreciated the comfort of it nonetheless.
He stopped his brisk pace for a second and looked at you like a lightbulb went off in his head.
“Have you tried writing to him?” He asked.
You responded immediately by looking through your pockets for a pen or a marker, or anything that could stain your skin, but to no avail.
Yunho had the same luck. But he pointed you to the closest store, and without any words needed, the two of you rushed into the building, probably giving the poor cashier a heart attack.
“Excuse me, do you have a pen or something I could borrow? It’s an emergency!” You panted as her face contorted in confusion. She reached over next to her and handed you a pen anyway.
Before you could, Yunho quickly but gently raised your sleeve up, baring your arm for you. Despite the pressure, it made you want to giggle like a school girl. You kept your lovey-dovey feelings to yourself and began to write.
‘Song Mingi, where the hell are you?’
Normally, whenever you’d write something on your body and vice versa (left side for Mingi, and right for Yunho), the receiving party could felt a tingling sensation even before reading the message. You hoped with all your being that Mingi received that sensation right then too.
After staring at your arm for five minutes, you began to feel your heart speed up even more when you heard Yunho gasp from next to you as the letters you previously wrote where erased.
Finally, you felt the storm that had turned into a tornado in your heart calm down a bit, and the letters you wrote were replaced by messy yet familiar handwriting revealing Mingi’s location.
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THERE HE WAS.
Through the display window of the bakery, you and Yunho saw him.
Mingi clutched a colorful box while one of the village elders, Mrs. Yang, pulled on the other side. Both seemed to be in an intense battle as the baker behind the counter watched the two awkwardly.
The closer you got, the more it hit you; the sharp feeling you felt wasn’t sadness, anger, or pain— it was his sheer competitiveness.
Yunho held the door open and both of you stepped through with the sound of the bell signaling your arrival. The baker gave you a friendly nod, but neither Mingi nor Mrs. Yang seemed to notice you, still too fixated on arguing over what you now saw was a beautifully decorated cake.
“Song Mingi!” Your voice resounded through the store as you crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow at him.
The man in question immediately forgot about the cake and trailed towards you like a puppy. He looked at you and Yunho with big eyes full of confusion.
“Baby, what're you doing here? Gosh, both of you are wearing pajamas, aren’t you way too cold?” He asked, cradling your face in his hands.
He tossed Yunho a judgmental look as if suspecting he was the reason you guys were here.
The older man flicked Mingi’s forehead before shaking his head. “Don’t look at me like that. None of this would’ve happened if you knew how to answer your phone or leave a note.”
“Yeah, we were so worried something happened.” You grabbed his attention along with one of the hands that was still on your cheek.
Mingi looked down sheepishly, his cheeks slightly reddening.
“Ah, I’m sorry. You said you were craving cake yesterday so I wanted to surprise you and Yunho with cake as breakfast in bed.” He pointed behind him, doing a double take as the cake he was just ready to risk his life for was long gone.
A heartbroken expression made its way onto his face. He looked at the baker, who only chuckled.
“I’m sorry, man. You snooze you lose.”
The baker pointed outside, where Mrs. Yang was gleefully walking away from the bakery with the precious cake in her hands.
Yunho let out a boisterous laugh, clutching his stomach as you patted the pouting boy’s cheek. Though that wasn't to say you weren't trying to reign your own laughter in as well.
“It’s okay, Ming! It’s the thought that counts.”
After a couple more minutes of comforting Mingi about his lost battle, he finally agreed to get another sweet pastry (which Yunho demanded to choose as compensation for everything).
As you three walked out of the store, you didn’t feel a storm or a tornado brewing in your chest. You felt a lovely calm wash over you as both of your boyfriends linked hands with you, one carrying the box with a well-deserved red velvet cake in it on the way home.
All the worry was replaced in no time with a warm domestic sunrise growing in your heart, and you knew exactly who were to blame for that.
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ive been a reader of yours ever since you posted your february filth fest and i have been craving for a continuation of day fifteen: should i? yungi cause i want a dom! yunho x sub! mingi x sub! reader so bad??? it's okay it you don't want to or can't!
all your works are beautiful, so beautiful 🤧 im gatekeeping it 🤧🤧❤️👏
Should I? - Pt 2
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a/n: thank you so much 😭 messages like this help get me through rough days and i appreciate that my works are so well received so far:( i hope you enjoy!
Jeong Yunho x fem reader x Song Mingi
"Calm your brat ass down and then we can fuck our girlfriend."
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(>ᴗ•) genre: smut w/o plot
ಠ_ಠwarning/content: picks up where it left off, poly relationship, threesome, cam/streaming AU, unprotected (boo🗣️), toys, hard daddy dom yunho/sub mingi/sub reader, orgasm control, degradation/name calling, overstim, bj, light dacryphilia, scratching, slapping&spanking, sprinkles of size kink, begging, feral mingi (WRAGAGAGA), dp, cream pie, rough, drooling, praise, soooo much dirty talk im sorry, churning butter, i went way overboard yall the yungi brain rot is getting to me, i skimmed over but didn't really edit
MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI
It's been far too long in this same position for your own sanity.
    Straddled over Yunhos lap with him pounding your insides, giving the digital audience a good view of how your body reacts to his touch as he pulls your hips up and shows the camera how creamy you've made him before slamming them back down on his. Mingi holding your hands and pulling your chest flush to Yunhos as he whispers how bad he wants to be the one up in your guts or the one getting his rearranged by your boyfriend, just loud enough for the mic to pick it up over the lewd noises that your cunt makes.
    The wet squelching makes it all the harder for you to hold back as Yunho tells you not to cum.
     "Be a good Baby and let Daddy cum first," is his exact words as he feels your gummy walls hugging him tighter all of the sudden. Mingi whimpers in tandem with you, if you can't cum than neither can he. And he knows how defiant you are, you could be here all night fighting not to cum before Yunho.
Mingi lets loose your hands and they immediately wrap up in his hair, bringing him over his shoulder to kiss him. You kneel up higher to make sure his face isn't in frame, so Yunho has to lift his hips with more force to keep knocking into your g-spot, his own face hidden in your chest and nipping at the pebbled flesh there.
"Daddy p-"
"No." His simple denial makes you tug at Mingis hair, a loud moan slipping past his lips as he grinds up on Yunhos back. "I don't care how good it feels, you best not cum until I tell you to."
"Fuck, Daddy, please, she deserves it, look at how good she's taking you, you're so big and she's swallowing you whole," he begs for you, nearly drooling on your head as he holds it close to his neck, watching on the screen as Yunho holds himself up on his hands and pumps into you ruthlessly. "Oh fuck, Yu- Daddy, she's so wet, she wants to cum so bad," he nearly slips up as his own brain short circuits, humping his back and clawing at yours.
      He feels your pain, he has empathy as you cry into his neck, "p-please!" Yunho likes to test you both every so often and see just how long you can hold back without releasing until he says so. But he never says so. He goes and goes and fucks and fucks and fucks until you're forced to cum even without permission, taking a sadistic joy in punishing you for inevitably cumming. It doesn't matter if you held out for one hour or five, he still humiliates you for cumming before he does: especially since you've began streaming. It makes his heart and cock soar to the heavens to make his Babies beg for his forgiveness infront of a live audience, asserting his dominance and near ownership of you both.
"Did I stutter? Do as you're told, Princess," he growls into your chest, a smirk growing on his lips as another whimper sounds from the both of you, "and Min?"
"Yes, Daddy?" He responds eagerly, hands sliding from your back to his stomach, sandwiched between your sweaty bodies as they move in a burning lust.
"Stop humping me and go get our Princess' toy," the mention of it has you writhing, pushing on his shoulders and begging to just cum already.
A blush on his cheeks at the fact that the entire 1,036 viewers now know he was grinding on Yunhos back, he slides off the bed and to the dresser on the other side of the room.
A bright pink rabbit vibrator in his hands, he stands just out of frame as Yunho gets a grip on your hips and pulls you off of him with a pop. "Please, please- just let me cum on your cock, I've been so good!" Your pleading doesn't get you any sympathy from your Daddy, and only gets more pings sounding from the laptop.
He flips you off of him, crawling over you and up your body until his wet cock sits on your cheek. The audience can just see your jaw, lips trembling as you open them to speak. "Can I suck?"
They see Mingi crawl between your legs, keeping his head between your thighs to stay hidden from the side view they have. Yunho grabbing the base of his thick member and tapping the leaking tip on your flushed face. Your fingers gripping the sheets as a vibrating sound starts.
"Daddy, n-no, please don't make him, I want to cum so bad, I won't be able to hold back!" His free hand comes down and cups your jaw gently, sliding his thumb into your begging mouth.
"Go ahead, Min."
Your whine of protest dies down when he slips his tip into your mouth, letting you suck at your own pace as he strokes your cheek. It's almost therapeutic, sucking at him like he's the sweetest lollipop on Earth.
And then your own pleasure returns, making your eyes roll back as Mingi presses the head of the vibrating toy into your gaping cunt. The moans you let out around him makes him grip the headboard, pressing his hips down and making you take more. "Be good, Baby. Don't cum, just take it."
    "Mmhmp," the muffled response makes him chuckle deeply, looking over his shoulder at his other baby- who's in a trance watching your cunt swallow the silicone up greedily and clenching when the extension presses onto your clit.
     "Minnie." His head snaps up just as he's going to pull the toy out and start fucking you on it, his hand slipping and pressing it deep into you as he makes eye contact with Yunhos dark gaze.
     "Daddy?"
  "If you make her cum we can fuck however you like, yeah?" It's just a small thing, really. Mingi knows he'll be able to cum his brains out before the session is over- but to do it in his favorite way? His favorite position? He has to grind down on the bed to relieve the throbbing of his member at the very thought.
"I- fuck, really Daddy?" His hands get back to work before he even gets a reply, fucking the toy into you with a new vigor at the promise of his favorite position.
The way you moan and gag around him makes it hard for Yunho to respond -this being his favorite position- but he gives him a simple "Yes, Baby."
     When he turns back to you, looking down at you as he fucks your mouth, your suspicion that he said that just to make you cum without his permission is etched into stone. He smirks as you begin moaning uncontrollably, the smooth silicone and the way Mingi works it in and out of you and the intense vibration on your begging insides and clit makes it all too hard to hold back- but you do. You look up at him defiantly, as mean as you can as you're gagging on his girth.
    "Awwe~" he coos, slapping your cheek lightly, "you keep acting like a brat and I'll take you over my lap right now, I don't care how many people are watching." He pulls his member from your mouth and sits on your chest, nowhere near his full weight but it makes your head fuzzy all the same. The next slap is a tad harder, "you dirty slut, bet you like having an audience, hmm? Like people seeing how good your boyfriends fuck you?"
     "Daddy!" You call out as you pant, slapping his thighs, "please, please! N- cum!" Your moans make Mingi grind down on the bed harder. He's making you feel so good, he can tell. He's watching so close as you leak around the toy and the way your stomach rises and falls quickly as you try and hold back. He holds the extension it off of your clit and replaces it with his warm tongue, a content groan bubbling up his throat that makes you cum on the spot. "Fuck, fuck, Minnie st-ah!"
You squirt on his face in front of all 1,604 viewers, nails digging into Yunhos thighs as your peak hits you, the toy incessantly vibrating against your swollen walls as Mingi laps at your clit like a man starved and Yunhos fat cock leaks against the column of your breast, his weight keeping you still as you writhe. Mingi's big hands grip your hips, making out with your clit as you continue to unravel, the clenching and wetness of your heat making the toy slide out.
He takes advantage of that and latches onto your abused sex, suckling and licking and nibbling everywhere as you come down. "M-minnie, stop it," your voice is small and wavering as overstimulation settles in, but he doesn't care as he swallows up all of your juices eagerly. "Daddy, s'too much, make him stop!" He sits up and off the bed immediately as you tap his thighs, grabbing the back of Mingi's neck and pulling him away, his tongue still lapping even as he yanked away.
     "What a good boy, you were so good you made her cum," his praise goes straight to his neglected length, making him twitch as he leans into his hold, uncaring as he looks like a scolded kitten in the eyes of the viewers. The way your juices flow down his chin and neck, sliding down his heaving, toned chest as he's held back from devouring you makes the chat explode with activity.
      "Fuck now Daddy," he moans breathlessly as he licks his lips clean, "me in her, you in her. Need it." His short, feral words make the both of you realize what he means. It's his all time favorite place to be. In all the places he traveled, his favorite is pressed close to the two of his most prized loved ones in the most intimate way he can think of, in the safety of his home.
    Even before you began streaming some of your sex life, it made him cum immediately every time and his libido through the roof as he begged and begged to stay there and keep fucking just like that for hours on end until his balls were aching and even then some.
Yunho wordless climbs back into bed behind Mingi, pushing him forward as he caresses his hips. A single kiss on his neck has him reeling, falling over you just how the stream had started-
His large frame covering yours, arms wrapped around your head as his cock slips in with the guidance of Yunhos warm hand.
"Slow Baby, you licked our Princess' brain out," he chuckles as he slides his hands over his hips and to your thighs, holding them apart as Mingi begins thrusting in a wild manner- opposite of Yunhos instructions. "Isn't he so big, Babygirl?"
     A simple broken curse is his response, "f-uck!"
    "N'cum, Daddy," Mingi pants, clawing at your head as he fucks as deep as humanly possible, banging against your cervix and nearly painting your womb as Yunho licks the shell of his ear.
    "Stop." It's as if the world stops when Yunho speaks, all movements paused as he uses his authoritative tone. The slapping of skin stops, replaced with both of your heavy breathing and your whimpers.
Mingi growls into your ear, insides burning as he forces his pleasure to a halt, glaring back at Yunho. "Daddy," he bellows, "I need to fuck her."
"You can wait."
"N-"
"Lay back." Despite the clear tension in his body, Mingi rolls off of you and begins fisting himself while your juices are still warm. "Don't cum."
"I want to cum inside of my girlfriend," he snaps back, holding himself back from tackling Yunho as he lifts you away from his side like a rag doll. He knows he's not the one in control, but his instincts are telling him above all else to simply fuck your brains out and then let Yunho do the same to him.
"Ah," Yunhos dark chuckle is so rough compared to how he turns you around to face Mingi and rests your back on his chest, treating you like a porcelain statue as he kneads your breasts in his hands, engulfing them completely, "your girlfriend? Baby-"
"Yes, I want to fucking fill her up."
"Minnie!" You gasp scandalized, like you didn't just squirt on his face for an audience.
"I want my cum dripping out for days, need-"
"Baby!" Yunho yells lowly, shutting him up. "Deep breaths, calm your brat ass down and then we can fuck our girlfriend."
"M'sorry, Daddy." No he's not. He's only speaking his mind- no matter how feral that mind is at the moment. "Want to fuc-"
    "I don't care what whores want." He growls, clearly spotting that his sub-space is slipping away with how badly he just wants to have cum every where. "You were doing so good, Babyboy. You made our little Princess cum, you fucked her for so long earlier- tsk. And here I was thinking I would reward you." He drags his hands all over your body as he speaks, drowning in the both of your fucked out presences so deeply that he forgets you're streaming. "My sweet boy was replaced by a cum whore."
Mingi whimpers loudly, thrown back into the submissive deep end as Yunho makes you crawl over his hips, guiding you down back onto his cock. "Do you want our Minnie-ah to fill you up first before Daddy joins?"
     "Fuck, Princess, please! Please let me!" Mingi grabs at your body roughly, eyes watery as he looks up beggingly.
      "Yea-"
    Yunho slams your hips together, a scream of pleasure ripping through both of you as his fat tip knocks into your deepest insides. "Ah ah, Ming-" One of his hands leaves your hips and cups your mouth quickly, leaving Mingi to his own devices to make himself cum inside of you.
      "Careful, Babygirl," he coos darkly as he holds you in place for Mingis wild and uncoordinated thrusts, muffling all of your moans as your brain goes dumb and makes you yell out their names. "Such a pretty pair," he moans as he watches his hips bang into yours intently, "good fucking sluts for Daddy, hm?"
You can only respond with moaning and drooling into his hand, but Mingi yells out all of your thoughts. "Fuck, shit, yes! Yes, we're good sluts, we're your good sluts, Daddy's good fuck toys!"
All 4,264 viewers watch as he fucks into you harshly one last time, listening as you squeal out muffledly.
A single moment passes before Yunhos cock is prodding at your stretched hole, fucking into you and joining Mingi with a loud grunt. He grabs your hips roughly once again, fucking into your spent cunt with ease.
"P-please, mercy," you call out as you fold onto Mingi, wetness dripping out of you and soaking everything near.
It feels too good, so good. Mingis warm cum lubing up your insides for the intense stretch of the two goliaths you call your boyfriends. Mingi settled against your g-spot as Yunho tries to fuck his way into your guts. Both of their moans and pants and groans, Mingis feral growling as he wraps his big arms around your waist. "No mercy," his voice barely reaches into your fuzzy head.
"Minnie is right, Princess," he speaks with a slap to your behind, "no mercy."
And there was none, they fucked into you until you were a drooling, begging, sopping wet mess. Both of their cum continual mixed into you with their untamed thrusts. Your clit buzzing and ass sore from your Daddy's punishment. Your back covered in scratches from how long gone Mingi was. The laptop was no doubt overheating as it streamed nonstop for over three hours, viewer count now in the hundred thousands and pinging like crazy with donations, even as the three of you slump onto each other tiredly with the last of your brains calling out to one another.
"My Babies," Yunho speaks softly as he massages your red behind tenderly, watching with a fucked out smile as you nibble at Mingis neck lovingly.
"Daddy," the two of you chime together, clinged to each other for dear life as Yunhos thick member moves a fraction of an inch. "Noooo, stay," Mingi whimpers softly, pressing his cock closer to his in the mess of your cunt.
"I'll be back in just a moment, Sweet Boy, take care of our Princess," he leans and kisses both of your heads as he pulls out. He never lets the stream run as he clean you up, as he takes care of you both. That's too intimate to share with the world, too special.
His cock drips all of your fluids on the bed as a final, new ding sounds out. One that you've never heard before.
You all tiredly turn and look, eyes going wide at the notification on the screen. Jaws dropped at the amount a stranger had just gifted.
your.captain tipped $450
Let me join next time ;)
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peachesyeo · 2 months
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youth - yungi
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💌 parings: idol!childhoodfriends!yungi x lawstudent!gn!reader 💌 genre: slice of life 💌 contains: mentions of alcohol consumption, mention of mingi's hiatus 💌 word count: 1k
:̗̀➛ 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 + 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 :̗̀➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? :̗̀➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞? :̗̀➛ 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? (for all works)
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You opened the can of beer, sitting by the bench of the Han River.
Today was shit. Rushing orders, unhappy customers, the yells of your manager as you tried to fix everything. You are beyond tired, physically and mentally. The light from your illuminated watch told you it was almost midnight as you took a mouthful of canned beer.
It sucks. You left your hometown, coming towards the big city of Seoul to study. You thought you could achieve your dreams of becoming a lawyer here, but reality smacked you out of it. You had no money, no power. You could even barely afford your monthly rent for your apartment. You had a part-time job at a chicken restaurant, frying chicken as your life depended on it.
The cold breeze along the Han River caressed your heating face gently as you took another mouthful of beer. Even down to alcohol, you have to opt for the cheapest one. Heck, after this one, you are not even sure whether you have enough money to buy food for tomorrow. You laughed at your pathetic situation, standing up. You would have to walk home now; there are barely any buses around midnight.
As you stuffed the empty can of beer into your pocket, you slowly made your way towards the direction of your rented apartment. Sometimes, just sometimes, you want to give up.
You thought of what your parents had told you. "Y/n, you're still young. You have to go out, make friends, create memories. Youth is everything, yet time is cruel." They have said, before sending you on the bus to the city. "You're still young. When you become an adult, you'll understand what we mean."
Easier said than done. Go out? You were either studying or working, trying to lessen the financial burden on your parents. Make friends? Your class has its cliques, and you just don't fit in. Create memories? That's just a waste of time.
You sighed, fishing out your phone. There are zero notifications, not even a reminder. Your phone is as good as a decoration, you thought, stuffing them back into your pocket.
"Y/n?" You paused, stopping in your tracks. Turning to the sound of the voice, you were surprised to see two familiar faces sitting by the bench. One of them had their hair dyed blond, wearing a brown hoodie. The other wore a mask on his face and a dark flannel shirt with a white tee underneath. "Yunho? Mingi?"
The blond one stood up. "It's you. I thought I was seeing things." Yunho said as you approached them. The smell of alcohol is strong, and you glance at the empty beer bottles littered around them. "Tough night?"
"You bet." Mingi's voice was gruff. He eyed you as Yunho gave you a clap on your back in greeting. "Since when did you come into the city? And not tell me or Yun."
You gave him a sad smile. "I didn't want to bother you guys. I know how hard being an idol must be." You gestured towards the bottles. Mingi laughed at your words, his eyes downcasted. Yunho shook his head, sitting back down as he spoke, his voice gentle. "You won't bother us. We're friends, remember?"
True. Yunho, Mingi and you were once close friends back in your hometown, with the three of you being neighbours at one point. However, Yunho and Mingi left to pursue their dreams of becoming an idol when they were in high school. You nodded. "I know, but…"
"Join us?" Mingi offered a still-full bottle. You took it gratefully, sitting down beside him. The three of you stayed in silence as you watched the Han River.
"By the way, I received your congratulatory gift when we debuted." Yunho broke the silence. You turned towards him, and Yunho was fiddling with the bottle. "Yeah. I'm sorry I didn't send a text or anything; I didn't have your Kakao."
"D'you want to exchange now?" Mingi put his bottle down, taking out his phone. You exchanged your Kakao IDs with them and leaned back on the bench. "It's very different here, isn't it?" You asked as Mingi hummed in approval. "Yeah…"
"I heard from Auntie that you took a law course," Yunho said. You nodded, sighing. "Yeah. I did."
"Is it tiring? Learning to be a lawyer?" Mingi asked. You shrugged, gulping a mouthful of alcohol. "Learning to be a lawyer isn't a problem, but my fucked up social circle and time management is. I have no connections, and I could barely fit into any of the cliques in my class. Every day, I study, work, eat, sleep and repeat them." You looked down at the calm waters. "Every time Eomma calls me to ask about my well-being, I don't even have the heart to tell her how tired I am."
Mingi clapped your thigh lightly. Yunho sighed loudly, leaning his head against the bench. "We're not exactly having a smooth life here, either. Performances, concerts, dance practices. So many expectations to uphold, especially from our fans…" He looked up into the dark sky. "Mingi's thinking about going on a hiatus."
You looked at Mingi. The usually happy-go-lucky male seemed miserable. "Yeah. Back injury and I couldn't get it together. Mentally."
It's your turn to encourage him. "If you're going on hiatus, d'you want to come out and drink sometime?" You suggested. "That'll be nice. You get to hang out with Y/n." Yunho sounded delighted. Mingi seemed a little unsure. "But you said that you barely have enough time t-"
"I can always make some time for you, big guy." You interrupted. "You know when the old folks say enjoy life as it is? Even if I might not have enough money to eat tomorrow, I still bought this can." You took out the empty can in your pocket and threw it towards the pile of empty beer bottles.
Mingi snorted. "I don't understand how that works. 'Play now, work later'?" He said as Yunho chuckled. You shrugged, turning towards him. "I wish we're still kids, man. Adulthood sucks."
"True. Adulthood sucks." Yunho said. The three of you looked at each other and laughed.
'While looking up at the starlights, I want to lean on you. I want you to smile my way.' ⎯⎯ youth, yunho & mingi
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yuyu1024 · 3 months
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I love you, Two
Pairings: Mingi & Yunho × y/n
Genre/tags: Relationship with two men
Warning: 🔞🔞🔞 poly, smut, cursing, unprotected sex, flirting, angst, seducing, pet names, fingering, kinks
~~~[lmk if i miss anything]
Words: 1.8k
Disclaimer:
- this story is just made up
- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊
Note: repost. Check pinned post for more
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"Mingi... have you see Yunho?" You ask as you enter the boys dorm room.
"Yah!" Mingi yells in surprise as he covers his upper body with his arms. "Don't you know how to knock?" He rushes to the door and shut it close.
"It's not like I haven't seen you topless before." You scoff as you sit down on the sofa to and put your bag on the table.
"But still! There might've been other people in the hallway... or worst, I could be fully naked and people would see!" He nags
"And why would you be walking around naked in your dorm?"
"I don't know! Because I can... and I could." He sit down beside you as he dries his hear with the towel. "Why are you looking for Yunho?"
"What do you mean by why? He is my boyfriend... remember?"
He stop and throws the towel to your face. "Of course I know that! What I meant is, you two go to same classes right... why are you looking for him here? Aren't you guys supposed to be coming here together?"
"Yeah... but he's too busy." You throw the towel away. "Even when we were eating lunch, he's preoccupied. Reading a ton of books and in his laptop."
"He is the leader of his team so I get it... while you on the other hand..." he gives you a judging look
"Fuck you!" You punch his arm. "I'm done with my part and already helped my teammates okay!"
"I'm just teasing you!" He laughs and then pulls you in. You are now basically leaning on him. "Did you text him?"
"I did. I even called him. He said he'll be late."
"Then... why are you here if you know he'll be late."
You take Mingi's hand and kiss his knuckles. "I know you're here..."
He snorts a laugh, wearing a smug on his face. "Now I get it."
You pout and give him a glare, "If you don't want to. Fine!" You stomp your foot. "I'll just leave and come back when Yunho is here."
You grab your bag and make your way to the door when all of a sudden Mingi scoops you from the ground, making you squeal, and then throw you over his shoulder. His one hand on your legs to support you from not falling while the other is grasping your ass as your A-line shirt flew up exposing you.
"Mingi!" He then throws you down on his bed and crawls on top of you.
"You know I don't decline when it comes to fucking you." He hisses before he starts to kiss you from your ear, jaw and then neck. "Did you bring an extra?" He stops kissing you, waiting for you to answer.
"I did."
"Good." Mingi then gets up and goes down on the floor, on his knees, to start to unwrap you like a christmas present. He takes off your skirt and your panty in one go, leaving only your white loong sleeve top on you. "Does Yunho approve you wearing lace panties under this tiny skirt of yours?"
"Of course he approves. He finds it sexy and easy to maneuver..."
"He f!ngers you in public?" He sounds excited imagining it.
"Sometimes..." you say as you bite your lip and slowly unbuttoning your top
"Damn it!" Mingi snarls, "your so sexy!"
Mingi climbs back on top of you, pants still on, then starts to make out with you. You two are kissing like there's no tomorrow while his hand skims over your now exposed chest area. His thumbs circling and pinching the tip of each breast covered with your laced brassier
"Fucking hell!" He groans as soon as your lips separate. "Your bo0bs are perfect for me y/n... so full and sexy..."
"You do like my bo0bies huh?" You tease
"I do and I'm not ashamed of it!" Mingi kisses you again on your lips then goes down to your chest. "I already told you... the first time Yunho introduced you to me, when you two started dating... All I see is your chest area. It's my k!nk I guess." He smiles, "Makes me hungry and hard every time I see them... especially when you wear tank tops or tight shirts..." he then starts to suck and leave marks on each br3ast.
"I remember the first night I stayed over with Yunho... I went to the kitchen to grab a drink and saw you there... mouth dropped on the floor..." you laugh
"How can I not? You're fucking not wearing a bra and just wearing a silk night gown." He growls and playfully bites n!pple. "I lost it."
"And here we are now..." you lean forward using your elbows for support, to give him a lustful kiss drawing him in again.
While kissing his one hand now goes down and starts to feel your core. You moan the second he touches you there and making you feel good.
"Does Yunho f!ngers you like this?" He asks, whispering.
"Aaah~" you throw your head back, almost collapsing as he pushes two digits in you. "Fuck!"
"Talk to me princess..." he speeds up his rythm, making your toes curl and scream out a loud moan. "C'mon my sexy princess... tell me..."
"F-fuck!" You are panting. "M-Mingi, you know... I love you both... I don't want you guys to compete on..." you pause to let out a heavy breathing moan again, "holy shit!" You scream out his name as his digit hits the spot. Your spot.
"Hush princess... People might hear you." He says with a smug in his face.
"Looks like you two are having fun..." Yunho then appears, leaning on the doorway, arms crossed on his chest.
"Yunho... baby..." you say, breathing heavily.
"You've been busy... So she came to me to have fun." Mingi proudly says, pulling his fingers out leaving you empty and needy.
He raises an eyebrow as he walks towards the bed where you are, legs spread. "You know I can drop everything for you, baby. Why didn't you just tell me that you're h0rny?"
You put your legs down and push yourself to get up on your knees on the bed and climb up to Yunho.
"Do you want to continue with Mingi?" He asks as he tugs your hair behind your ear.
"Can I have you both, please?" You then start to kiss Yunho beginning from his neck and jaw before you went on to kiss him on the lips.
Both your tongues intertwined. This kiss is different from what you had with Mingi. His is lustful, playful and aggressive while Yunho's is sensual, sweet but more dominant.
"Hey, don't forget that I'm here!" Mingi unzips his pants and positions himself behind you. "I'm so damn hard now... watching you make out... I need to fuck now or else..."
You look behind you and see his length. Your naughtiness comes through by seeing him hard for you, so you pushed your behind backwards so he'll have an easy access to your core.
"Please..." you softly say to Mingi.
"I'll slowly put it in..."
Mingi eases himself in you. His thickness and length makes your knees weak. He's that huge and perfect for your needy core.
Each thrust makes your eyes roll and make you shake. It's so good that it causes you to loose your balance a little. But luckily Yunho is right in front of you, giving you support and watching attentively.
"Ah! Y-yunho..." You cry as Mingi wreckes you from behind. You then wrap your arms around his neck. "Baby!"
"Is it good?" He asks
You nod.
"Does Mingi fuck you better than me?" He asks
"Ugh! You two should stop competing!"
"Just say it princess!" Mingi butts in as he continues to thrust harder, "holy fuck! I think I'm going to come soon!" He growls as he throws his head back
While you are on high from the sex. Yunho then then pulls you in for a kiss. He starts to roll his sleeves up whilst kissing you. "Your cheeks are getting red..." he says
"Because it feels... so good..." you say
"Let me make you feel good even more..." he softly says while eye to eye with you. "I need to see you come." He adds as he makes endless circle motion on your core.
"B-baby!" You cry grabbing his shoulders. "Baby!" Tears begin to run down your cheeks. The sensation is too much. One person you like is literally fucking you from behind while your boyfriend is making you go crazy with his fingers.
"Do you want to come in her?" Yunho asks Mingi
"Can I?"
"Sure. She's on birth controls.. plus, I want to see you guys loose your mind because of sex..." Yunho grins, his eyes is fixated to you. "Then after he finishes..." he leans in to whisper, "I will fuck you make sure you'll be sore, satisfied and wanting more..."
"Ah!! Shit!" You are close to climax. You are so turned on by how good mingi is and how Yunho just said that.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!" Mingi groans as he releases in you. "Holy hell!" He is catching his breathe and you're matching with him.
After the sex with Mingi, Yunho's bestfriend, and your 'second' boyfriend of some sort. You went to Yunho's room to take a breather. It's not like you can't do another round or what but you are preparing for your boyfriend.
Yunho may look calm, collective and sweet which he is but when it comes to making love with you or just h0rny fucking he is different. Intense. Powerful. He's stamina is no joke to.
"I'll let you two have the whole dorm." Mingi says as he dresses up. "I'll be at Jongho's place and hang out 'till whatever time. And if you need me for a sudden threesome just ring me and I'll rush back." He smiles, winking at you
"Maybe you should bring this." Yunho hand's a bag to Mingi which makes him confuse o.o
"Why? What is this?" He ask
"I've put two shirts just in case you guys drink and you throw up or sweat a lot. One pair of pants and your pajamas. Two boxers and your toothbrush and deo."
"Eh????"
Yunho looks at confused Mingi with amusement, "I'm telling you to stay there for the night..."
Eyes widened in surprise but also pure admiration. "Yaaah~~~ Yunho... so you're telling me that you will have sex the whole night?"
Shrugging his shoulder with a smile on his lips, "You know me..."
"Waah... fucking hell." Mingi takes the bag and shakes his head. "Fine. Let's just schedule a threesome next time then?"
"Sure."
You then walk behind Yunho and hug him. "Till next time, Mingi."
"See you tomorrow, Princess. Hope you can still walk tomorrow."
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ewwboys · 1 year
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Your Big Boys//Yungi Imagine ☁️ Chubby Reader♡
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"Food.Delicious.Food." Giant boytoy number one mini cheered to not disturb the other guests. He hissed as the raw meat sizzled over the beautiful blueish-purple flames.
Meanwhile, giant boytoy number two is blindly intoxicated, but Yunho allows it for two reasons. He loves a piss-drunk Minnie; he's so unpredictable and angry...no explanation or anything! It's a bowl of laughs, and Yunho is watching over him, so he's well protected.
Minnie groaned deeply, catching some attention due to its depth.
"Do you mind if I try to enjoy my steak?" Yunho teased, still slipping the tender steak strip on his tongue. "Are you still upset about our tiny terror not being here-"
Minnie, annoyed by his lover's abrupt smacking of medium-rare steak strips, shoved into his cheeks. "How could you eat so happily, knowing our darling snuggle teddy bear-"
Yunho choked, coughing while trying to stop laughing.
"Is not having fun with us." Mingi (Yes, He's Song Mingi, now cause he's angy, aww) sat up properly to voice himself better. "She's working her cute little tiny hands to the bones while we eat..like pigs."
Freezing on the last word, Yunho sighed, finally refraining from stuffing his cheeks, and quietly turned towards Mingi, tilting his head til his cherry lips grazed his jawline. - "Oink!Oink!" He immediately burst into drunken laughter.
Mingi held his ear, cursing up a nasty storm. The mouth on this guy drives you off the wall in multiple ways.
Little, Did they know just a few tables away, seated their darling sat comfortably on a pillow with her co-workers.
Your head snapped to the deep voices causing a stir, but you can't see them. "Oh, they're so loud. " You squeaked, slightly growing concerned... 'cause they sounded familiar.
You confirmed your fears; standing up you spotted your huge boyfriends wrestling. You gasped, excusing yourself to rush to aid your idiots.
"Mingi! Yunho!" You shouted in a hushed tone. " What are you doing?! "
Both paused mid-attack to look at your cute flush expression. The boys released each other to sit purposely. " We're sorry!" Yunho apologized loud enough for the whole restaurant to forgive them...and they did. They're so cute. You have to forgive them.
And the restaurant forgives them too, even got a discount.
Introducing; "Yungi" is what your friends call them. You're massive boyfriends. Song Mingi & Jeong Yunho.
Tell me if you want more♡♡
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honeyhotteoks · 4 months
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this night together - in their hands (j.yh, s.mg, p.sh, c.sn)
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a 'this night together' deleted scene: in their hands
summary: chapter twelve of this night together from the boys perspectives, if you haven't read that yet, go here and read that first.
warnings: every warning that applies to chapter twelve, plus a lot of violence. blood, fighting, descriptions of body parts breaking, ideations of killing, and a lot of internal panic and emotion.
notes: this deleted scene is entirely dedicated to the person who commented and said it would be interesting to see chapter twelve from the boys perspective. i've never written from their povs before, so i hope this still flows well and feels good, but i couldn't get that thought out of my mind. i pretty much wrote this in one sitting and only edited it once..... so i hope it doesn't disappoint but i really just wanted to share it with you all.
there are some things that will be covered in chapter thirteen that are getting lightly spoiled here, but for the purpose of consistency i'm going for it.
pairings: alpha!yunho x alpha!mingi x omega!reader plus alpha!san x alpha! seonghwa
genre: smut, a/b/o/omegaverse, angst, fluff, romance, polyamory
word count: 7.8k
Yunho feels the hair on the back of his neck stand up and the air around him shift just enough to make his stomach tight about three seconds before he hears your scream. He doesn’t need to think through if it’s you or someone else, he feels it in his gut like a brick and he’s scrambling to his feet so fast his brain feels sluggishly behind. 
“Something’s wrong,” He manages as he starts to move, but Mingi is already gone like a flash and he follows at  breakneck speed behind his best friend. 
His heart feels heavy in his chest, his mouth is dry, and in the seconds it takes to run from the back office to the far studio rooms, he starts to realize that there is something very, very wrong with his omega. 
Footsteps behind him don’t deter him, his eyes are steady on Mingi’s back. 
“What the fuck was that?” San. 
“y/n,” Seonghwa, but Yunho stops listening the minute he watches Mingi push in the door to the practice room, the sound of it as it swings back on its hinges and collides with the wall stark and sharp. They take in so many little things at once before adrenaline pumps through their brains and throws them all forwards into action.
Mingi catalogs Minseok’s hands, one sunken into the back of your hair and pulling your head to the side, the other pressing you back into the wall at your chest. His knee is pressed between your thighs and the straps of your top are roughly wrenched to the side to bear the length of your throat. 
All Yunho can see is your face and everything in him is suddenly so full of cold fear. You look so blank, your body unmoving against the mirrored wall and palms upturned in submission. For a single second he thinks he’s lost you already, that the strange metallic taste in his mouth is the scent of your blood from Minseok’s successful claim and something strange and panicked bubbles out of his chest. It takes him a moment for his brain to catch up and to realize it's you, the metallic taste isn’t iron at all; it's ripe tannins, over-steeped tea, bitter and sudden and pulsating your fear and panic through the room. 
Mingi moves first. “Get the fuck off her!” His hands close over Minseok’s neck and shoulder, wrenching him backwards with a curt jerk of his arms. 
Your body tips sideways, but your face is still empty and Yunho’s mouth is so full of dry, acerbic chamomile and he can’t catch you, he can’t do anything. Everything goes absolutely silent in his mind. 
His fist connects with Minseok’s cheek first, but it doesn’t feel good enough. Mingi hauls him back up and Yunho throws a cross hard and with sure direction and then he feels the crunch of bone under his knuckles as Minseok’s nose snaps, the blood quick as he shouts and reaches to clutch at his face. 
If there’s one thing alphas typically aren’t good at it’s de-escalation, and whatever primal release of hormones his broken nose unlocked, Minseok shoves Mingi off and comes back up swinging. 
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Yunho narrowly misses the return shot, dipping to the side, and hands once again close down on Minseok, the combined weight of San and Seonghwa pressing him down towards the floor. 
“You broke my fucking nose!” Minseok scrambles against them. 
“Stay down,” San presses his knee square between Minseok’s shoulder blades and drops his weight. 
“Fuck you!”
Yunho drops fast, locking his hand over the back of Minseok’s neck to press his face into the wood floor and help hold him down. 
Mingi stumbles forwards after being pushed off balance, but then his eyes flick up past the scuffle and he sees you. You’re lying flat on your back on the practice room floor, eyes vacant and unfocused on the white ceiling, your leg bent in a strange position, one that can’t be comfortable but still you don’t move. 
He knows it all at once. 
“Oh, God,” His stomach turns as he ignores the writhing alpha on the floor and the others doing their best to pin him down so he can skid to your side and drop to his knees. 
Yunho can’t see you from his vantage point, he’s holding Minseok and facing the opposite direction and that wall of the practice room doesn’t have any mirrors to guide him, “Mingi, what? What’s going on?” 
“Baby,” Mingi’s so quiet as he shifts forwards, but Yunho hears it. 
“Is she alright?” Yunho can’t wait, he twists around and loses his steady grip on Minseok, but he has to know, “Mingi! Seriously, is she,” 
Mingi’s hands cup your cheeks, and he studies your empty expression for a moment but he doesn’t need to, “Jesus,” he manages, “he put her in subspace,” 
“He did what?” Seonghwa’s voice is sharp. 
“I’ll fucking kill him,” Mingi’s something else entirely when he’s angry, really and truly angry, and he has Minseok right where he wants him in a second. He cuts through the other alphas in a flash, rolling Minseok onto his back and straddling the smaller man’s hips to pin him in place. His fist has never felt as good as this moment, cracking across this coward’s teeth and splitting his skin again, and again, and again. 
The sound of your whimper only makes it feel better. 
Yunho suddenly and with perfect clarity knows what to do. In this moment you need him, even if you’re not in the presence of mind to ask, he knows. He looks you over fast as he slides close to you, relief flooding him when he sees the unbroken skin of your neck. He’ll process the redness later, the wet glisten of saliva over your gland, but his first conscious thought is that he’s strangely grateful for Minseok’s sadistic approach to claiming you against your will. He thought he had time to savor you, and those seconds of his carelessness saved your life. 
Despite your blank eyes, tears slip from the corners and snake down into your sweat-damp hair, and Yunho watches the quiver of your lip, the way your whole body seems to tremble right from its very center despite how still you really are. He drops his head to the side and calls back to the others, “Calm down or get out of here, do you understand me? You’re scaring her,” 
“Mingi,” San is wrapped around his friend’s back, trying to pull his arms into his chest, “Mingi, stop! Mingi, you’ll kill him, man, stop!” 
Minseok groans, spitting blood onto the practice room floor with choke, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, fuck,” 
“He,” Mingi’s voice is tight, “you saw what he did,” 
Minseok whines again, “Rut, it’s my rut,” 
Mingi’s nose crinkles at that and he has half a mind to keep swinging but San’s arms tighten, banded around him now and he lets him keep him still. 
“I know,” San soothes, ignoring Minseok and staying focused on his friend, “but she’s safe now,” 
“I,” Mingi breathes, but a voice breaks through the fray. 
“I called the police!” Everyone’s heads snaps up at the sound of Dahan in the doorway, her eyes shining and terrified, “they’re on their way…. I… I’ll get an ambulance too,” 
“Good,” San nods, “go wait for them out front, Dahan, tell them to hurry,” 
Her sneakers squeak on the hardwood as she darts away, her cellphone pressed against her ear. 
“We got him,” Seonghwa interjects, locking his hands down on one of Minseok’s arms, “San, help me get him to the office,” 
Everyone hears the soft, panicked noise that bubbles from the back of your throat. 
“G-go,” Mingi pushes himself back off Minseok’s hips and San finally releases his arms, “get him out of here,” 
San yanks Minseok up off the floor and winds an arm under him to hold him steady, Seonghwa on the opposite side so they can drag him up the hall to the back office. 
“Mingi,” Seonghwa manages, “please take care of her,” 
He nods once, annoyance bristling under his skin. Of course he will, you're his omega and no one, no one will ever care for you like him and Yunho. Even if you never want to talk to him again, even if he has to watch you go and let you live your life some other way with some other alpha, somehow he knows that truth down to his very soul. 
As Mingi returns to your side, Seonghwa allows his eyes to wander. He’d been trying to look anywhere else but you since he made it into the room, too afraid that he’d see the evidence of a violent claim on one of his best friends, too afraid he’d lost you. He’s never put an omega into subspace before, not even when they’ve wanted to be there, and now he doesn’t know if he’ll ever see anything but your empty eyes when he thinks of it. 
The last thought he has as he rounds the corner is that the man in his arms used to be his teammate, but now he thinks he’s as good as dead. 
Minseok groans between him and San and he can’t help but tighten his grip on the man just to make it hurt a little bit more. 
He groans again, but this time San’s the one who stops dead, “Stop whining,” his voice is cutting, “you don’t get to complain after what you’ve done,” 
A little huff of air passes through Minseok’s lips, “Some alphas you are,” 
“Excuse me?” San’s fingers tighten on Minseok’s arm where he still holds him upright. 
“There’s nothing wrong with taking what’s on offer,” Minseok says it like it’s obvious, “isn’t that right, Seonghwa?” 
Seonghwa’s stomach goes icy and he’s not really the type to get into a physical fight, but this? This is something altogether different. He has him back up against the wall of the hallway with a sharp knee to his gut, and then his mind goes absolutely blank. He’s never felt rage like this, true and deep compelling retribution singing through his blood and he just can’t help himself. 
“She’s a person,” Seonghwa lands a swift kick to the man’s ribs as he lets him drop to the floor, “and you’re a fucking waste of an alpha,” 
“Hwa,” San’s voice is low and calm, but he ignores it. 
Another kick, another. He feels ribs give way to make space for his rage, “Stand up if you’re such a big man,” 
Minseok groans again. 
“You’re alpha enough to terrify an omega,” Seonghwa spits, “come on, get up, try and terrify me,” 
He’s coughing now, fingers gripping the cold hard floor beneath him, “P-please,” 
“What was that?” Seonghwa lands a stiff punch to his gut. 
Minseok curls in on himself with a cry, “Please, you know what, I’m sorry, I’m sorry for what I said,” 
“I’d keep your mouth shut,” San again, but Seonghwa can’t conceive of where he is or what he’s doing, his eyes are so singularly focused on this man. 
“It was,” Minseok coughs, blood across his lips, “the rut, I just lost it, you know how the haze is,” 
“I don’t know a thing about how you are,” Seonghwa drops another punch. 
“No, no!” Minseok shrieks at the sensation of another rib popping. 
“Hwa,” 
Minseok’s voice is getting threadier, “y/n, she,” 
Seonghwa’s hand redirects, a sharp strike across his face as he descends on the man in earnest, “Keep her name out of your fucking mouth,” 
He loses count of the number of punches it takes for Minseok’s jaw to pop and his eyes to roll back, and San knows he should have stopped it all sooner, but there’s a part of him that wanted to watch this man suffer too. 
Seonghwa is shaking, blood spattered across his gray sweatpants, smears darting up the sleeves of his white shirt. The soft skin of his knuckles is split open and angry, and San thinks if it was possible to love someone’s hands more, he does. San curls his body around Seonghwa from behind, but unlike Mingi, Seonghwa allows his arms to be pulled in by his sometimes lover. 
“Jagi,” San whispers low in his ear so only he can hear, “come back,” 
Minseok is still, his eyes closed, “Sannie,” Seonghwa’s voice cracks, “w-what did I do? Is he dead?” 
“No,” San squeezes him, “he’s just knocked out. An ambulance is coming, you did nothing wrong.”
“What did I do?” Seonghwa asks again, his voice small, and San knows he has to take care of things now. 
San pulls Seonghwa up to stand, turning him physically away from the bloodied man on the floor, “Jagi, come away with me, alright?” 
“What did I do?” 
“You’re in shock,” San says softly, “but I’m here,” 
“What did I do?” He repeats, empty as San steers him towards the back office. He’s never been in a fight, he’s never hurt someone like that in his life. He’s not prepared for the way that the feeling of a body under his angry hands replays on a loop in his mind, he didn’t know he was capable of things like that. 
“Shh,” San bids him as he gets him directed into a seat, “I’ll be right back, baby, but I need to take care of something first.” 
Seonghwa is vaguely aware of a shout from the far practice room, and down the length of the hall he finds Minseok’s body again with his eyes. 
San steps cleanly into his eyeline to break his gaze, “Stay right here, just breathe.” 
He manages to nod, and then San is gone and the door is shut. He wants to cry. 
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Tone is not something Mingi has ever enjoyed using. He’s tried it, of course, every alpha has even when they say they haven’t. It’s natural, it’s a part of growing up, he just always hated the way tone seemed to change every boy around him. Mingi remembers the first time he ever tried it, in the mirror in the emptiness of his childhood home. His voice broke a little later than the other boys around him, but when it did it dropped fast and deep in the smack center of his chest. 
He remembers his middle school teacher’s eyebrows drawing high when he said hello to her the next day. He remembers how she smiled and the way she said - Maybe you’ll make a good alpha afterall. 
He started to speak less and less after that. He practiced at home in the mirror just to understand the shape of his voice like that, but unlike some of the other boys who couldn’t help but torment with their tone, he knew what it could do. Yunho was the first boy he ever met that didn’t need to use it to command respect on the school yard, and when Yunho swung an arm around Mingi’s shoulders and said he was with him, he got respect too. No one asked why he was so quiet after Yunho, they finally just let him be. 
Mingi hasn’t used tone since he was maybe sixteen, joking around with Yunho to make each other laugh trying to stay up late on a summer’s night. But an alpha never forgets how to do it, and Mingi just has to let it come. 
He’s crouched over your prone body now, his hands holding your face steady as he tries to get your eyes to focus on his. Yunho is practically a knot of panic next to him, but he can’t focus on him when he knows he has to focus on you to pull you out from under. He doesn’t know what Minseok said to you to put you this deep into headspace, but he knows he should have killed him for it. 
He watches tears track silently down your temples and over his shaking fingers as Yunho begs him, “Why isn’t this working?” 
“I’m not sure,” He answers quietly, but he knows exactly why, he just doesn’t for the life of him want to do it, so he tries one more time with his normal voice, “y/n. Omega. Listen to me now,” 
People respond to their designations, it’s natural, and in a state of submission like this the possibility that you’d be able to latch onto the word ‘omega’ alone is certainly possible. The noise you make is thready and tight, but at least Mingi knows he has your ear now.
  “Come up now,” He repeats, “right now. Listen to me, omega,” 
He might be able to get you up without using tone, but he doesn’t know for sure. You don’t make a single sound in response to his last plea, and suddenly he can’t stop it, he can’t lose this one chance of your conscious mind floating close enough to the surface. 
He takes a low inhale, letting the otherworldly calm fill his chest, the familiar feeling of his alpha tone building in his lower throat and then he says it, “Don’t disobey your alpha.” 
Your eyes finally flick to his, pupils dilating as you focus on Mingi’s face. 
Yunho draws in a sharp breath. 
Mingi remains passive, he doesn’t let himself feel the joy yet of knowing you’re okay, he has to get you there first. He needs you awake, talking, crying, screaming, anything to tell him that you’re here. He holds your eyes steady, “When you’re given a directive, you follow it.” He hates this part, the way an alpha’s bark can make an omega snap to attention, but he almost has you back. Shifting closer he levels his voice more and gives you a clear and present order, “Come. Up.” 
Mingi watches your face break from cold blankness, grief and panic etched into the lines on your forehead and by your eyes, your hands reflexively jerking up to defend yourself like it was your last thought before you lost the ability. 
“I’m sorry,” You choke out, and he watches you start to curl in on yourself. 
He’s not thinking anymore really, he just can’t let you hide away from them, and he pulls your body up into his shaking arms, “You’re here? You’re with us?” 
His name on your lips. 
Your body is vibrating with panicked sobs, and he feels you claw against him like you want to crawl into his chest, pushing your body against his with desperate heaving breaths. For a moment he’s so worried that his own use of alpha tone might have hurt you more than helped you and his mind spins. 
Yunho drops a heavy hand on Mingi’s thigh, a steadying comfort bringing him straight back to center. 
Mingi drops his face to your hair and strokes your back, “Shh,” his body rocks naturally to soothe you, “we’ve got you, we’re right here, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” 
“She’s bleeding,” The edge in Yunho’s voice scares him, and Mingi snaps to attention. 
His hands search over your body, looking for the source of pain, trying to find the problem that he can fix so you’ll just stay whole and here and with him. 
“Here,” Yunho says, stopping Mingi’s frantic movements, “it’s not too bad.” 
It’s not, rationally he knows that by the small amount of blood smeared across Yunho’s fingers, but Mingi’s never seen you bleed before and his stomach knots up tightly in rage. 
Mingi holds you while Yunho steps in, talking you through the moment as you come back to your senses. He can barely breathe at the way your body shakes in his arms, your nails digging into his thigh where you grip him unconsciously, and he hears your fast breath and the quick step flutter of your heart, but he can’t move. His hands keep making fists, he wants so badly to stalk down the halls and find this man. Nothing he did was good enough, not now that he’s hearing you cry. You were never supposed to be afraid like this, not ever. 
He comes back into his body when you pitch the contents of your stomach into the little plastic trash can that Yunho pushes into your hands, the sound of your tight wretch shocking enough to pull him back down. 
He gathers your hair back, “Okay,” he tries to soothe you, “you’re okay,” 
“He touched me,” You manage, and Mingi’s mind flashes with static images. His hand in your hair, on your chest, lips, tongue, teeth. 
Mingi and Yunho both hold you steady while you heave again, “The things he said,” 
“Shh,” Yunho tries now, “you’re safe, none of that is true.” 
“He talked to me like a dog, and I couldn’t move, he told me not to move and I just let him,”
Mingi finds his voice too quickly, “No.” 
The way you twitch under his hands makes him sick and he softens his voice as best he can despite the curl of anger in his belly, “He used alpha tone on you, he wanted you to stop fighting and he said it in tone until you couldn’t hear anything else.” 
Yunho’s hand lays over his on your back. 
“You didn’t let him do anything,” He needs you to understand. 
“I’ve never,” You heave again, nothing in your body this time. 
Mingi’s ears are ringing, but Yunho’s soothing you now like he’s so good at doing and you’re pushing back the plastic bin, but then you slide out of his arms and onto the wood floor and he doesn’t know if he should reach for you or not. 
“I’ve never been in subspace,” He hears you say. 
“You’re not there now,” 
“I don’t remember, it’s so muddled, I can’t remember,” 
Mingi watches you frantically check your body and he wishes he had had the foresight to fix your shirt from the way that it was pulled to the side over the cap of your shoulder because maybe you wouldn’t have had to remember that and he could have saved you this one small thing.
  Yunho dips lower in front of you to meet your eyes when he says, “What can’t you remember?” 
Mingi watches you reach up your hand, desperate to know. He remembers suddenly the moment in his bed all those months ago when you mistakenly thought in the haze of heat Yunho might have claimed you. Rage and sick guilt swirl in his gut and then he hears you ask it, soft and terrified, “Did he… did we?” 
“No,” Yunho brings you right out of that terror spiral and back to the moment, “absolutely not.” 
Mingi hates the smell of your fear and he’s learning that he hates the way you look when you’re scared. He never wants to see you like this again for as long as he lives. 
“All I can smell his him,” 
He has to get out of this room. 
“I can’t even breathe,” 
Mingi knows you need someone calm right now, someone centered and capable, but if he has to feel you shaking on his lap again he might just snap. His eyes flick to Yunho, “Take her,” 
There’s a question in his friend’s eyes but Yunho’s careful not to say it out loud. 
“I’m getting water,” Mingi says, and then he’s moving. 
In the hall his breath comes back in heaving gulps and he nearly slips in a little pool of blood on his frantic way to the locker room. 
San is up the hall, in front of the closed back office door with his cell phone tucked tightly against his ear but at the sight of Mingi he drops it immediately and presses it to his chest, “How is she?” 
“Awake,” Mingi responds, “alert,”
“Herself?” San asks. 
Mingi nods, “Where is he?” 
He’s not sure it’s actually best for him to know that information at this time, but he had to ask anyway. San nods his head to the right towards a smaller studio space, “He’s unconscious, don’t even think about it.” 
“I’m… I’m not, I,” Mingi feels dizzy, he needs to sit before gravity makes him. 
“I have to,” San shakes the phone, putting it back to his ear, “she’s okay, I’m telling you, she’s okay.” 
Mingi can’t be here, he can’t be anywhere. He pushes himself to the connecting hallway that leads to the locker room. 
“Wooyoungie,” He hears San say from behind him, “listen to me, she’s okay, I promise you.” 
Mingi cannot understand how this day went from normal, hopeful about Saturday, to catastrophically terrible in every way imaginable. 
In the locker room he collapses on one of the wooden benches, his mind pulsing with questions. He needs to get back to you, but he can’t let you see him like this, he knows he’d scare you after everything you’ve just been through. He wonders if this is a panic attack. 
The thought that presses into him sideways and buries deep in his brain is sickening. He left you alone with that man for three months. He was traveling, and laughing, and dancing, and eating stupid junk food thinking his biggest problem was whether or not you might be into Seonghwa. He was so selfish. He blanches when the next thought occurs to him. Have you been afraid of Seo Minseok this whole time, afraid in ways you felt you couldn’t tell them? 
Mingi rips open his locker and pulls out anything he can find to muffle his bubbling voice, a sweatshirt and a towel stuffed tightly against his mouth to capture his angry scream. He has to get this out of his body, and he has to get back to you, but he’s so, so angry in a way that feels uncontrollable. 
His body collides with the locker door, denting the middle inwards enough that it no longer properly latches shut, but he doesn’t care. The pain spiking up the side of his arm is good, it’s real, and it pumps his brain full of all the chemicals he needs to focus. 
He puts any thought of going across the hall into the practice room where Minseok lays unconscious. He ignores the little voice that says he would be justified in finishing him off. He forces himself to think about your face, your smile when he saw you at the party for the first time in months. 
He holds that image while he moves quickly, grabbing a few water bottles and turning right down the hallway towards you and away from every impulse flicking through his body.  He stops short at the door when he hears Yunho’s voice, “I’d put him on the floor faster than you could blink. Mingi and I both would.” 
He breathes through the spike of anger as he hears your soft voice in response. He hates that you’re still afraid, even with him here, but he knows he has to show you for you to believe it. 
“You are completely safe,” Yunho says, and at this moment Mingi is so grateful for Yunho’s steadfast calm. 
He takes one more deep, deep breath, and pushes through the doorway with as much softness as he can muster. 
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San ignores his phone. He’s told Wooyoung everything he can about what happened and that you’re safe and now he has other problems to deal with. 
As Mingi disappears into the locker rooms, Dahan races back through the hallway, her eyes darting down at the puddle of blood, “Oh, god,” 
“It’s his,” San assuages her fears immediately, “are they on the way?” 
“Yes, I told them to hurry,” She nods, “does he need an ambulance too?” 
“The ambulance is for him,” San says, clearing his throat, “can you wait for them and show them where to come? I need to,” he jerks his head towards the back office. 
“Yes, yes, of course,” 
“And Dahan,” He remembers himself, “don’t go into studio two, okay?” 
Her eyes flick to the door, “Is he in there?” 
San nods, “He’s hurt, but still, he’s not safe to be around, okay?” 
Dahan might be a beta, but he’s not taking any risks where Minseok is concerned, not after he heard the way he talked so casually about what he did to you. She nods, stepping backwards down the hall once more. 
With everything taken care of, he can finally focus. 
San pulls open the door to the back office and Seonghwa jumps, his eyes going from unfocused to focused in a second. “It’s only me,” San says softly, “I’m here now,” 
“San,” Seonghwa’s eyes well up with tears, “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” 
San shakes his head, dropping to crouch in front of him, and he gently lays his hands on Seonghwa’s knees, “There’s nothing wrong with you at all,” 
“I should be helping,” Seonghwa swallows tightly. 
San shakes his head again, “Everything’s handled,” he says, brushing his hand over Seonghwa’s long black hair, “there’s nothing to do right now.” 
“y/n?” Seonghwa murmurs. 
“She’s awake,” San repeats Mingi’s words from a few moments ago, “alert, and she’s herself,” 
“Thank god,” Seonghwa’s breath hitches, “and she’s alright? She’s not alone?” 
“They’re with her,” San soothes him, cupping his cheek, “she’s right where she needs to be,” 
“Good,” Seonghwa sinks back into his seat. 
San lets his hand drop back to Seonghwa’s thigh, his phone once again buzzing incessantly in his pocket. He’s sure Wooyoung is frantic, but right now he needs to focus here on the man in front of him. Wooyoung will have to wait. 
“Who’s calling?” Seonghwa nods towards San’s pocket. 
“Woo,” 
“You told him?” Seonghwa surmises. 
“I thought she might need him,” San confesses softly, “I don’t know what an omega would want at a time like this… I wouldn’t know what to do,” 
“You’re doing it now,” Seonghwa corrects, “you’re doing better than me,” 
San squeezes Seonghwa’s knee, giving him the smallest shake of his head, he never was one to accept that kind of self deprecating talk and he’s not about to start now. 
“I should,” Seonghwa starts to shift away from San and put space between them, but then he actually looks down at himself and his chest starts to pound, “oh, Jesus,” 
He hadn’t properly looked, he hadn’t really taken it in until this moment. He’s never seen so much blood before, and his hands are shaking as he turns them over to see his stained palms. 
“Shh,” San covers Seonghwa’s trembling hands with his own, “I’ve got you,” 
“H-he’s alive, right?” Seonghwa can’t think of anything except the way Minseok’s jaw felt coming loose under his fist, “Sannie, did I kill him?” 
“No, no,” San dips closer, pressing a warm kiss to Seonghwa’s forehead, “he’s fine, it looks worse than it is. You didn’t do that, you’d never do that, I know you,” 
Tears pool in Seonghwa’s eyes, tracking down his cheeks quickly as he drops his head against San’s clean knuckles, “I thought about it,” his voice is tight with tears, “what does that make me?” 
“Hey,” San moves in, pressing quick kisses along Seonghwa’s temple, any part of him that he can reach, “no, it makes you a person, alright? He did something awful to someone we love.” San squeezes his hands tight, “He hurt her, he could have claimed her, we all know what that means, okay? You were protecting her, you did nothing wrong,” 
Seonghwa stills, letting his words sink in. He thinks about what an unwanted claim would have done to you, who you would have become. 
“It wasn’t his rut either,” San leans his head against Seonghwa’s, his thumb caressing the back of his hand, “you know that’s just what these alphas say when they try to do what he did,” 
“I don’t understand why he would try it here,” Seonghwa lifts up, shaking his head in disbelief. 
“He thought we were all gone,” San says quietly, “I’m sure he thought y/n and maybe Dahan were the only ones working late. Yunho and Mingi had the back office door closed, I was in the gym, and you said you were leaving early. It was quiet,” 
“He planned it, then,” Seonghwa’s stomach rolls. 
“I think so,” San nods, “we just need the police to believe that.” 
“They’re coming?” Seonghwa murmurs. 
“Mhm,” San smiles, close lipped and then sighs, “jagi, I need you to do something for me,” 
Seonghwa studies his face, he hasn’t heard San call him that outside of bed in so long, “Why are you being so nice to me?” 
San sighs, eyes flicking away, “You know why,” 
The feeling sits between them for a moment, and then Seonghwa nods, “What do you need me to do?” 
“We need to get you out of these clothes,” San cups his cheek again, “and you need to wash your hands,” 
“San,” Seonghwa’s jaw tightens, realizing what San is pushing him to do, “I’m not lying to the police,” 
“It’s not lying,” San presses, “you’re just changing after work,” 
“If I get in trouble for what I did, I’m not going to get caught lying on top of that,” Seonghwa murmurs, “I know what you’re trying to do, but think it through.” 
San’s jaw tenses and relaxes and then he nods, “Alright, but I’m cleaning your cuts, and you’re not going to argue about that.” 
Seonghwa smiles softly and nods, “Okay,” 
San ignores the phone in his pocket again and finds the first aid kit in the cabinets, pulling out a pack of alcohol wipes and gauze. He doubles back for a water bottle and some paper towels, and then he pulls a chair close to Seonghwa to sit and take his hands back in his. 
Seonghwa is quiet while San works. He uses the water and the paper towel to effectively wash the blood away from his palms and the alcohol wipes to clean the broken skin of his knuckles. He works on him quickly and quietly, and he fights the urge to kiss his broken skin when he’s finished, he’s gotten away with too much today already. 
He holds Seonghwa’s hands in his, so much softer and more delicate than his. He thinks that after today he’ll have to take care to make sure he never has to use them in violence again. San thinks the next time he will do better, if Seonghwa ever has to kill, San will be the one to kill for him. 
San smooths his thumbs over the backs of Seonghwa’s hands, and this time he does give into temptation. Dipping forward he presses a kiss to each of his palms. 
“San,” Seonghwa’s voice is soft, “we’re alright,” 
“I know,” He whispers into the soft skin of the hands he misses so deeply, hands he aches for. If anyone ever touched him the way that Minseok touched you, he can’t even conceive of what he wouldn’t do. 
His phone rings again, and this time he answers it. 
“Now you answer?” Wooyoung’s voice is taut, “I’m downstairs,” 
“I had things to take care of,” San sighs, standing and giving Seonghwa’s hand one final squeeze. 
“I’m coming up,” Wooyoung ignores his excuse, “he better be in a fucking body bag when I get there,” 
The line goes dead, and San steps into the hall. He takes quick stock. Minseok is still unconscious in studio two, he can hear the tone of your voice from down the hall mixed with Yunho and Mingi’s. The slick patch of blood on the tile is gone, and San wonders if Dahan had the same idea he did about cleaning up before the police arrive. 
The door to the access stairs by the elevator swings open, Wooyoung looking wild and full of panicked rage, and San dives back into the chaos. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________
For the first time in his life, Yunho wishes he wasn’t the designated driver for everything. He wishes Mingi had a license. He wishes that after the most uncomfortable and awful hospital trip of his life he could have tossed Mingi the keys and told him to drive and climbed in the backseat with you. Instead he’s stuck in the driver’s seat again, trying to focus on the road but finding himself glancing up every few seconds to check his rear view mirror just so he can see you asleep with your head in Mingi’s lap. 
“Green light,” Mingi murmurs with a nod of his head, and Yunho breaks his eyes away from the mirror to watch the road again and press the gas. 
“Sorry,” He manages. 
“I get it,” Mingi replies, his fingers slowly brushing along your temple, “I can’t believe she’s here either.” 
“Is she sleeping?” Yunho checks. 
“Mhm,” Mingi nods, “she’s out,” 
Yunho breathes a sigh of relief, he hated having to wake you up with Mingi every few minutes on the way to the hospital when they weren’t sure if you had a concussion or not, he’s just happy you can actually get some rest if you need it. 
“Yunho,” Mingi says quietly, a question in the lilt of his voice, “what did the police want to ask you?” 
“Um,” His eyes flick to the mirror and then back to the road, “they wanted to talk to the owner, but Jaemin obviously wasn’t there,” 
“Right,” Mingi nods. 
“I don’t know,” Yunho admits, “San gave them my name and said I could give a statement about what happened,” 
“Which was?” Mingi asks. 
Yunho watches your face for a moment, but it’s clear you’re still deep asleep and he shrugs, “The truth, that we heard a scream and that when we went into the room we saw him attempting to hurt her. It was clear he was trying to force a claim and that she was in subspace, and that Minseok fought us while we tried to subdue him.” 
“Do you think they believe that?” Mingi murmurs. 
“They have to,” Yunho won’t let that thought enter his mind, he knows what Mingi’s implying, they both heard the way your conversation with the police went at the hospital, but he can’t entertain the thought that the police would side with anyone but you. 
“Do they?” 
“Not tonight,” Yunho shakes his head, “not in front of her, she’s been through enough.” 
Mingi stays quiet, and Yunho drives on. 
When they pull into the alleyway that leads to their apartment, Yunho watches you start to stir. It’s like you have a sixth sense that the energy in the car is changing, and you make soft, sleepy noises as you come out of it. 
Mingi runs a hand soothingly up and down your back, “We’re home, okay? You’re with us,” 
Yunho watches the way you don’t respond. Your eyes look vacant again, unfocused and distant and when he pulls the car to a stop he watches the way you don’t wait to just step out yourself and start the familiar walk up to their front door. 
He exchanges a fast look with Mingi, and they follow you at a little distance to keep the pressure off until the door’s unlocked and you’re stepping over the threshold. Everything about this is wrong. Not you back in their home, that’s never felt so right to Yunho in his life, but you look glassy and scared and he wants nothing more than to take it away. 
“Hey,” He tries, waving a hand across your field of vision, “are you alright?” 
Your eyes flick away from his, a pregnant pause between you before you look back up, “I’m fine, sorry, it’s just been awhile.” 
He feels heat flood his cheeks, his ears warm. Of course you’re not alright, and he feels stupid and small at even asking the question. He feels foolish about every little thing until you walk down the hall and shut yourself away in the bathroom. 
“I don’t know what the fuck to do,” Mingi says suddenly, running a hand through his hair before moving towards the couch, “I still want to break something.” 
“I know,” Yunho nods, sitting next to him on the sofa, his knee bouncing nervously. 
Mingi shoots him a glance, his eyes flicking down to his knee, and Yunho freezes. They settle into the quiet of their apartment, and they listen. Yunho expects to hear you cry, something more than just the steady spray of the shower, but he doesn’t and that scares him more than anything. 
“Should we call the others?” Mingi clears his throat after a while, “Woo or,” 
“Seonghwa?” Yunho finishes his thought for him and then swallows tightly, “No, I, I wouldn’t know what to say.” 
“Me either,” Mingi nods. 
“She wants to be here,” Yunho remembers the way you clung to his shoulders at the studio, begging for home, and maybe tomorrow you’ll regret that decision but he’s done trying to think for you. 
“I know,” 
“Let’s just let her be here then,” Yunho murmurs. 
Yunho knows that Mingi doesn’t want to lose you just as much as he doesn’t. They agreed one night after just enough alcohol on tour how they felt, everything finally out in the open between them. They had never stopped and imagined a pack together, but they both know it feels right. 
“We’re her friends,” Mingi reasons quietly. 
“Friends,” Yunho nods, “and the fact that we’re both stupidly in love with her can wait,” 
“Yep,” Mingi sighs, “I think we’ve gotten pretty good at that,” 
Yunho huffs, a short breath of laughter through his nose and nods, “Yeah,” 
The sound of the shower turning off draws both their gazes up and down the hall, and then Mingi stands, “I’m going to make up my room in case she wants it,” 
Yunho watches him go. He listens to the stillness of the apartment around him. 
Mingi comes back and you’re still in the bathroom. They make themselves scarce. They listen as you come out of the bathroom and go straight into Mingi’s bedroom. The door shuts tight. Yunho listens but he doesn’t hear the turn of the lock. The bed creaks, sheets rustle, and then all is quiet. 
“What do we do now?” Mingi asks quietly. 
Yunho’s eyes flick over the closed door down the hall, “We wait.” 
Being pulled from sleep at four in the morning is never a good thing, but Yunho would put seeing you struggle through a night terror and a flash back at the absolute top of his most awful moments list. The way it took so much to get you to snap out of it and come back to them, the pile of Mingi’s bedding in the corner, the way your muscles stayed locked tight for minutes even with their arms around you. 
Holding you now with Mingi he keeps thinking of the purple bruises that litter your skin from where you rubbed your glands raw. He’s a swirling mix of emotion, but the worst part of it is that there’s nothing left to do. He can’t channel it anywhere, there’s no threat except the one in your mind now, and he doesn’t know how to make that kind of threat recede. 
He remembers the way you shrank back into his chest at the hospital at the glimpse of Minseok’s name on the hospital room door as you passed through to the exit. All he could do was wrap an arm around your body and try to steer you away, and he doesn’t know if that was even close to good enough. 
His mind turns it all over as light starts to spread in the sky outside, and he feels the way you’re shifting in the bed getting closer and closer to sleep. He hopes you can all get a few more hours before the reality of whatever tomorrow is going to bring. Your lips move against Yunho’s chest and he doesn’t risk shifting a muscle so he can hear your quiet words in the dark. It’s faint, but he hears it when you whisper, “Don’t let me go,” 
Yunho’s throat constricts, his eyes flooding with tears. He presses his eyes shut tight, trying to keep his breathing even and low so you don’t know he’s still awake. The weight of the night sinks into him, pushing against his chest and there are so many things he wants to say to you heavy on his tongue. 
It doesn’t take long for your breathing to level out and your body to unspool and relax, they both feel it when you do, and Yunho takes a shaky wet breath now that he knows he can. 
When he opens his eyes again it’s straight into Mingi’s and for some reason his friend’s unwavering gaze makes the tears come faster. 
Mingi waits, and Yunho looks away in discomfort at the raw moment of exposure. 
Quietly, and careful not to wake the woman in his arms, Mingi shifts closer to you and Yunho, his arm stretching across you both and settling on Yunho’s side. 
“It’s okay,” Mingi murmurs quietly. 
“How is this okay?” Yunho manages, getting his moment of overflowing emotion under control. 
“She’s here,” Mingi says simply, “even if it’s just tonight,” 
Yunho’s arms tighten around your sleeping form and he nods, “She’s here,” 
Mingi presses a kiss to your hair and squeezes Yunho’s side just once, “Sleep,” 
“What if she has another nightmare?” Yunho murmurs. 
“I’ve got her,” Mingi assures quietly, “you sleep,” 
You shift between them, winding your way deeper into Yunho’s embrace, and he passes a hand up and down your back until you sigh heavily against his skin. If this is all he has, he’s going to take it. He nods to Mingi, and despite the growing light leaking in through the curtains outside, sleep pulls him under. 
Mingi stays awake for as long as he can stand watching over you both, but held in their arms you barely stir. There are no nightmares, no subspace to hold you under. With the birds starting to sing, Mingi falls asleep. 
He wakes to the sound of a fist on their front door and the sinking feeling that last night might have really been their last with you. He hopes to god he’s wrong. He so badly wants to be wrong. 
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♡ Pairing : Alpha!Yungi x Beta!reader
♡ Warnings : A Lot of Angst, no fluff, a break in mate bond (very painful), reader is pregnant (just for some extra angst), major character death, etc.
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Yunho and Mingi sat in their office room with all the other high officials of the pack. After the most recent attack on the pack, no member is in their right mind. Especially the Alphas. All they could do was sit in the god damn meeting room the whole day, discussing everything about the security of the pack. Until they heard that someone from the pack has illegal connections with the main rogue, Kim Juyeon.
The situation was instantly turned upside down, after they found out that you were his younger sister. Well, what they didn't know was that you joined your brother's pack because you were forced to, but after being completely bullied and abused, you wanted to do nothing but leave the pack. And when on a wild run away from the pack, to escape from them, you found the loves of your life. Both of them were on a run to find the new pack of rebellious rogues, Yunho ran into you.
And that's how you were under their protection but you never dared to tell them about your real identity, though you knew, eventually that they will have to know. Would you think that would have been so soon? No.
Both of them shared each other knowing looks before ending the meeting, as soon as it did both the Alphas paced towards your room. Barging into your room, they found you sitting on the bed having your coffee. You instantly stood up gently as your hand stayed on your a little flat stomach, caressing your small bump.
Mingi, not giving a thought about your condition, pinned you harshly against the wall. "Mind telling who the fuck is your brother ? And why don't you go tell him to fuck off from our business." Your eyes widened at his sentence, and quickly snapped in Yunho's direction, meeting his cold red ones. Your hand protectively wraps around your small stomach as your eyes return back to find Mingi.
"B-Baby W-What are you talking about? " Your broken voice left your throat while you prayed for it to be not what you think it is. You just had everything planned from the morning to tell your loves of the life that you were carrying their healthy baby. But oh well did you know your day would turn out like this?
"Oh don't 'baby' me. Me and Yunho fucking know what kind of a traitor you are bitch." Your heart shattered into pieces because of his words and tears formed in your eyes to know that the ones you loved the most, the ones you cared for the most, the ones whose chile you were carrying thought of you as a traitor. Yunho noticed the way your hand held your stomach in a protective manner. But all his thoughts were pushed away when he noticed the tear that escaped the corner of your eye.
His wolf screamed at him to stop his mate but all he did was shut his wolf up as he balled his fists. Mingi's hands roughly gripped your wrist causing you to wince in pain as you eyed him with wide eyes. "Mingi, Calm down. We can talk through this." "What even is there to talk through, Yunho? This bitch right here was fooling us all the way." Yunho's jaw ticked as you shook your head desperately.
"I fucking know that. Now, Go back to our room, I will speak with this little traitor." Your heart sank when Yunho finished his sentence, a strong wave pain shot across your body causing you to buckle up against the wall. Both the men definitely didn't give it any attention and Mingi walked out before shooting you a venomous look making your wolf whimper in pain.
Yunho, who was standing far away from you all this time, now walks up to you watching you intently and soon enough your back is pressed against the wall as his warm breath falls on your cheeks. "Don't fucking fake cry in front of me." "I didn't fucking betray you both. Why would I fucking do that. Let me explain please." Your voice came out pathetically pleading, while Yunho's hand pushed your shoulder harshly against the wall causing you to scream in pain. "Because your own brother is attacking us and you managed to hide the whole truth for so fucking long."
You looked at him and chuckled mindlessly, "So,You don't believe in me?" Your words made your wolf scream in pain while a series of shocks shot up through Yunho's body. While in the room, Mingi pressed his head against the wall, holding his head in a tight grip as he growled in pain. It felt like all the connections were being broken, it's like the three souls were loosening their knots and ties.
Before you knew it, the most painful shock shot through your body causing you to scream loudly and instantly collapse to the ground which made Mingi instantly run back to the room because of your bloodshot scream. Yunho immediately caught your collapsing figure but ended up on the floor through the process, due to the immense pain he felt in his body making a loud noise. "Y/N!" You heard a loud scream from two familiar voices before everything went pitch black.
You could hear the two familiar voices screaming for you but unfortunately you couldn't quite make out whatever that was being said, and all you could feel was a numbness as you finally took your last breath in their arms.
Tears streamed down both of their faces as they looked at the now lifeless body in front of them. A sudden wave of awful pain shot across their body causing them to scream loudly as Mingi held his head, falling on to his knees making a loud noise. Hongjoong dashed into the room due to all the loud noises to be met with the most horrible view in front of him.
His eyes widened and his hand covered his mouth in disbelief as he looked at both of them. Hongjoong instantly could make out what had happened and he felt dizzy to know that both guys would make such a horrible decision. His hand held on to the nearest object, and he screamed at both of them in pure rage. "You fucking Bastards! What did you do to that angel." Tears escaped Hongjoong's eyes as he too collapsed to the floor in disbelief.
Having no other thoughts in his head, Hongjoong lounged towards Yunho as his fist made contact with his cheek. "You asshole, she was fucking carrying your child." Yunho held his cheek and his eyes darted towards Hongjoong mirroring Mingi. "WHAT?!" Both of them screamed at Hongjoong's last sentence, making Hongjoong scoff in disbelief. "Yeah, she was fucking pregnant and was so excited to announce it to you. Clearly you both don't deserve the happiness." Hongjoong spat, his voice was fully laced with venom as he walked towards your lifeless corpse.
Yunho and Mingi stared at each other before looking at your innocent face, both of their hands travelling to the small that finally got their attention. Mingi buried his face into the crook of your neck as he screamed in grief. Yunho's hands grasped your dress as he lowered his head sobbing loudly. All they wished for now was to turn back time and hold you in their arms. But you were nowhere to be found anymore.
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Who. (3/?) J. Y & S. M
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Pairing: Poly! Jeong Yunho x reader x Song Mingi
Genre: Angst, Smut
Warnings: This content is for a mature audience
Synopsis: You can't remember when was the last time you spent time with them, the last "I love you", the last time any of them kissed you.
Other chapters: Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5
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“You remember the day we met?”
“How can I not? You were always running after me every chance you had.”
“Hey! I wanted to be your friend; I was a lonely child.”
Yunho and Mingi met when they were just children, on the playground, next to the swings. The younger one had been sitting on one of them, swinging his feet and looking at the ground, occasionally looking at the other children, wanting to play with them, but being too shy to ask. He had been there for a long time, until one of them pushed him off the swing, making him scratch the palm of his hands and the top of his knees on the ground, small teardrops started falling down his eyes, between the pain and the humiliation. He wanted to run back home and hide in his room until a small hand appeared in front of him.
“Are you okay?”
Mingi took the other boy’s hand, picking himself up and dusting his clothes off. “Yeah, thank you.”
The kid frowned, looking down at his scratched skin, “You are bleeding, come, my mom will clean you up.” He interlaced their fingers and made Mingi follow him.
And that’s how everything started. Mingi felt as if he owed Yunho for his kindness, so when he found out they went to the same school he made it his mission to follow him around everywhere he went, and while at first the older boy had thought it was a bit weird to have someone always on his tail, he quickly grew accustomed to it. They became a unit, there wasn’t one without the other, same group of friends, same schools, same everything; from children to hormonal teenagers, to young adults, and finally adults.
Yunho can’t remember when he started feeling the way he felt about Mingi, he just suddenly realised that the boy who had been next to him every day for the last twelve years made his cheeks turn red; that he would often find himself staring at him for long periods of times, admiring how much his features had changed from when they were children. He had lost all the baby fat in his face, a slimmer and sharper jawline, his piercing eyes had lost that innocent shimmer and now made his knees grow weak, and how pink and plump his lips were. Yunho wanted to die every day, knowing it wasn’t normal to think that way about his best friend, or any boy at all; crying himself to sleep wishing to wake up “normal”, luckily for him, his mom was a saint, and when she noticed her son’s feelings, she let him know that what he was feeling was completely okay and she would support him no matter what.
What he didn’t know was that Mingi was right in the same sport as he was. He had noticed the way his heart skipped a bit every time Yunho looked his way, how puffy his cheeks were and how the way he laughed made him look like a puppy, how nice his fingers looked when he was typing across the keyboard. He was in trouble, he feared rejection, he feared getting heartbroken, but amongst everything, he feared losing Yunho.
Funnily enough, all it took for their love to blossom was a shot of vodka and a game of spin the bottle, Yunho now cringes at the thought that their first kiss was drunk in front of their friends; Mingi finds it sweet—first kiss, first love, first everything. Mingi remembers Yunho’s face the first time they made love, his puffy cheeks reddening up, lips parted and small gasps left his throat, his lips swollen from making out; he looked ethereal. He remembers the way his boyfriend had been so gentle, so patient with him. Yunho remembers the way Mingi whispered sweet words of affirmation in his ear, telling him how much he loved him, and how good everything felt. And while the first may have been somewhat awkward, both truly inexperienced and nervous, it was a memory they were both fond of.
“You remember how you told me you loved me the first time?” Mingi giggled, laying his head on Yunho’s shoulder, leaning further down on the couch outside their apartment’s balcony. They were looking at the stars trying to distract themselves, feeling too anxious to do anything else.
“Oh god, please don’t remind me. I was such a fucking idiot.” He facepalmed himself, feeling the cringe cover his body.
“You came up to my house with a bouquet of lilies you stole from your neighbour’s garden, banged on my door, and when I opened the door, you just screamed, “Do you like me back?” No, I like you. No, do you want to be my boyfriend? No. Just, do you like me back?”
“I’m sorry, I was a little bisexual closeted teenager trying to confess to his best friend, I didn’t know there was formal etiquette to asking you out.”
Mingi let out another small laugh, taking Yunho’s face between his hands and leaned up for a kiss. Slow, gentle, full of love, just like how all of their relationship had been, until recently. They stayed silent for a little while, lost in their thoughts.
“Do you remember the day we met her?”
College days were blurred memories for both boys; too busy with law and med school, always stressed, always horny and always sleepy. That week Wooyoung had invited the couple to a party at his house, it had been the first time in months they had the time to have fun, so they eagerly accepted. The first task that night was getting drunk off their minds, the next one was to dance and chat all they could and the last one was to go back to the apartment and fuck each other's brains out, it sounded like a good plan. Only one thing got in their way, you.
Mingi had been sitting down on the armrest of an old and crusty couch, sipping on something someone had told him was “jungle juice”, a beverage that tasted like ass, but was getting him tipsy, so that was fine by him. He was looking around, trying to find his boyfriend in the crowd, when his eyes came across a view that had him questioning if what was before his eyes was real, or if he was just starting to hallucinate from the drink.
“Hey, Mingi! Haven't seen you in a while, where have you been, man?” Han side hugged me, and Mingi tried to focus on what he was saying, but he just couldn’t, not when you were right there. He prayed on the back of his head that you weren’t dating Jisung, “Oh, right, I'm sorry, babe. Y/n, this my friend Mingi. Mingi, this is Y/n.” He could hear his heartbeat in his ears, blood drowning the inside of his cheeks and air escaping his lungs, how does one talk again?
“Hi.” You smiled at him. He was done.
It would be a lie to say you were not feeling the same. The pain Chan had been leaving in your heart for the past months went away in a second, the weight being lifted off your shoulders. Jisung had pitied you the second he noticed the way you were looking at his friend, he didn’t know how to bring up the fact that Mingi wasn’t single, of course, that was until he saw he was looking at you the same way. Surprised and confused, he decided to excuse himself, not wanting to get involved in the potential mess.
You guys went outside, claiming the noise was overwhelming you, it was there where a tall figure crossed your way, going directly to your new friend. “Hey, baby.” The new stranger said, while leaning down and doing the same thing you’ve been wanting to do all night, Mingi kissed him back.
“Hi, love. I tried looking for you, but couldn’t find you.”
“I had to come outside, Seonghwa and San were becoming too much, and I'm tired. Do you want to leave?”
You stared at the ground, feeling your heart fall to your stomach, Of course, you had gone out to forget about one guy and another one had crushed you.
“Yunho, this is Y/n. Y/n this is my boyfriend, Yunho.”
Boyfriend, great. You never even had a chance.
You looked up, ready to say hello and get the hell out of there, but you made eye contact with him, and all of a sudden everything turned even more confusing in your head. Yunho’s eyes widened the second they saw yours, his heart stopped, and the spit in his throat made him choke. Easy to say, Mingi and Yunho didn’t leave that party as they planned, they spent hours and hours with you, getting to know you, making you laugh, flirt with you… Jisung had come back, ready to leave when the scene in front of him had completely startled him. There you were, in between the two men, one of them devouring your mouth like there was no tomorrow while the other one groped your hips and sucked on your neck. Han is a good friend because even though he wanted to leave after fighting with Minho, he decided to wait for you, wanting you to have a good time and forget about Chan, so he spent the next hours going and coming back to see if you were done. Finally, you were done and gone with two new numbers on your phone and the promise of a date the next day.
“I was so scared that night,” Yunho confessed for the first time.
Mingi’s eyebrows furrowed, “why?”
“Well, yeah we both made out with her that night, but I knew I liked her the second I saw her, I wanted something more, but I didn’t want to lose you, and I didn’t even know how that would work.”
“We acted as if we knew what the hell we were doing, like some experts in polyamorous relationships.” The lawyer grinned, “I was also worried she would wake up the next morning and completely forget about us, or just see us as a one-time thing.”
Both smiled at the idea that that didn’t happen, but it turned sour the second they remembered that while they had managed to get you, they had also managed to lose you.
“I miss her, Min.”
“Don’t worry, Yuyu. We’ll bring her back home, I promise.” He wanted to reassure his partner, but the same he was nervous, could they?
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“Oh my god, Chan! I’m so happy for you.” You threw your hands around him, shaking him around excitedly.
“It's not that big of a deal, Y/n.” His cheeks turned red.
“It’s not a big deal? Chan, you finally got that promotion you’ve been waiting for years, this is huge!” You jumped around, making Chan laugh, “We have to celebrate, let's go out tonight, I’ll call Jisung.” She skipped to her room, not waiting for Chan’s answer.
You always made him special, like everything he did was amazing, and his heart couldn’t help but feel warm and heavy in his chest. It had been a little bit more than two and a half months since you had appeared on his doorstep, and his head had been going to the same place again and again the last few days, would it be okay if he tried anything? He didn’t expect you to answer right away or to even like him back, but he could still hope. He had noticed that in the last weeks, you had stopped crying, you stopped looking at your phone every five minutes or at every notification that popped up, and you stopped mentioning them all together, could you be moving on? This and more questions circled his head as he finished getting ready, he had taken a shower and chosen an outfit that didn’t consist of an oversized hoodie and baggy shorts; he needed all the luck and advantage he could get. He was wearing his favourite black combat boots, some black ripped skinny jeans, the ones that hugged his legs and ass just right (according to Changbin), a black crop top that Han had gifted him, claiming “it was a crime the world had never seen his abs in one of those”, but he had never worn it due to being too shy, a jean jacket and a bunch of black and silver jewellery adorning his hands, wrists, ears and neck, his hair straighten and slicked back, opposed to his usual messy curls.
He had just come out of his room, when you ran into him, “Jesus Christ, Chan, you look so good.” Your eyes were everywhere on his body, but his eyes. Chris couldn't help but feel a bust of confidence.
“You don’t look half bad.” You were wearing a tight black leather skirt with a blue spaghetti strap lace top (it was Mingi’s favourite outfit on you, it gave you confidence, and made you feel good about yourself, but Chan didn’t have to know that), on your neck was his favourite necklace, the one he had been wearing and had left on the bathroom counter, right before taking a shower and you had found. “You are wearing my necklace.” He gulped, and he scolded himself in his head, why was he acting like a hormonal teenager all of a sudden? You did weird things to his head.
“Oh yeah, I was going to give it to you, but it looked good with my outfit, I hope you don’t mind.” You batted your eyes at him, trying to look cute so he didn’t make you take the jewellery off.
His mouth dried up. Fuck, Chris, get it together, he thought. “I don’t, it’s okay.”
You smiled brightly at him, “I’m ready, I’ll just go and put my shoes on. Can you go get Jisung meanwhile?”
He nodded and turned around, hyping himself up the entire way to your friend’s apartment.
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“You said she would be here, Minho,” Yunho said, they were standing in front of Chan’s door.
“I didn’t know they were going out tonight, calm down Jeong.”
“Jisung didn’t tell you he was going out with them?”
Minho sighed, exasperated with the couple, “I forgot, okay? Besides now you know where she is, you can come back another time and…” Mingi was quick to cut him off.
“No, I'm not leaving until I see her. I've been going crazy for months and I’m not going without talking to her.” He sat down on the floor, next to the door, “I'm waiting here until they come back.”
Minho looked at him in disbelief, “You can not stay there, they’ll be gone for hours, and you might freak out some of the neighbours.
Mingi simply shrugged, looking down at the floor.
Minho turned to look at Yunho, wanting him to do something about his partner, but he was already sitting down next to him. “You cannot be serious.”
“We are not leaving until we see her. End of story.”
Minho threw back his head, exhausted and annoyed with their stubbornness, “Suit yourselves.” He disappeared down the hall.
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Han looked at Chan while he looked at her, the memory of their college relationship popped into his head. He remembers consoling you, trying to mend your broken heart as best as he could; he remembered why you ended things, why you moved on, how you did it. He also remembers finding out about Chan’s feelings, that same night Minho went to pick him up after he passed out drunk. He remembered feeling guilty for introducing you to them, for not having a clue Chan reciprocated your feelings.  And tonight, he couldn't help, once again, but feel bad for the producer, if only he had said something, would things be different now?
“I didn't know you still felt that way about her…” Jisung said as he took a sip of his drink.
Chan looked at the floor, and shook his head, “Did Minho tell you?”
“He didn’t have to.”
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Minho couldn’t sleep. He kept turning and tossing in his bed, and no, it wasn’t the lack of his husband next to him, it was the pair of idiots down the hall that crowded his head. He couldn’t help, but feel bad for them, having been in the same situation as them, lost, heartbroken, fearing the uncertainty his relationship had been a few years ago. He wanted to ignore so badly that feeling in his gut, telling him to help them, but he just couldn’t, so he got up from the bed and made his way, once again, down to Chan’s apartment.
There they were, asleep. Mingi was lying on Yunho’s shoulder covering it in drool, while the other one had a look of discomfort on his face, even asleep he could feel how uncomfortable was the wall he was leaning against.
Minho crouched down, shaking his fellow rival doctor by the shoulder, “Jeong, wake up.” He whispered, “Come on, idiot. I don’t have all day.”
Yunho opened his eyes, at first alarmed, but then confused. Y/n wasn’t there, why was he being awoken?
“Be quiet, I'm taking you there, get up.” He got up, ready to walk away, “Hurry up and don’t wake up Mingi. I certainly don’t need two idiots in my car, and I doubt she wants to see you both,”
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pinkywritings · 7 months
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ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕝𝕪
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♡ 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: yunho & mingi x afab reader (established friendship)
♡ 𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: suggestive/light smut (mdni!!!)
♡ 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 2k
♡ 𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: sharing an apartment with your two male best friends has posed for some challenges, but the hardest one of them being the unresolved sexual tension. will it be finally resolved...?
♡ 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙/𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: non idol!au, black hair yunho, oreo hair mingi, roommates yungi & reader (oh my god they were roommates), spin the bottle/7 minutes in heaven, foul language, use of pet names, mentions of tobacco and alcohol, cursing, sexual themes, making out, bit of voyeurism.
♡ 𝖆/𝖓: taking a small break from the demon au to write this! hope you guys like it, i'm trying to venture into heavier themes ;) let me know if you want a part 2 heh
update: you can now read part 2 here!
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You can hear 'OHMAMI' by Chase Atlantic blasting through the speakers in the living room, even though you're in your bedroom, finishing getting ready. The party has started a while ago already, but you accidentally took too long in the shower, making you late to your own party. Your roommates, Yunho and Mingi, had proposed the idea of throwing a small party this weekend in your apartment, where they would invite some friends and you could do the same as well. It didn't take too long to convince you, since you were dying for an excuse to doll up and let loose.
"Mamacita, I can see the devil in your eyes, muy bonita, tú quieres estar by my side." You sing along, examining how the red short skin-tight dress fits you in the mirror. You smile at yourself, feeling extremely confident tonight.
You spray some drops of your best perfume and take one last glance at yourself before opening the door to leave, immediately cursing Yunho and Mingi in your head.
"Small party my ass." You groan, looking around you. The entire apartment is illuminated by purple and blue lights, and filled to the brim. The air reeks of alcohol, tobacco, and cheap perfume. There's even a couple making out in the middle of the hallway.
"How did this fill up so fast?...ugh, good thing this apartment is soundproof anyways." You think as you try to venture through the sea of people, looking for your best friends.
"There she is." You hear a faint, familiar voice to your right. You turn around to see both the black haired boy and the oreo haired one, instantly smiling at the sight. They're both dressed in all black head to toe, looking exquisite. Each holding a red cup on their hands.
"Look who decided to finally come out." Mingi jokes, flashing you a smile.
"Good things are worth the wait." You say, giving him a playful wink.
"Good things indeed..." He replies, looking you up and down with a smirk. "I'll go get you a drink." He continues immediately, before you're able to bark back at him. He disappears into the void, and Yunho smiles at you.
"I love the perfume you're wearing, it smells so good." He says shyly.
"Aww thank you, you can smell it?" You grip his forearm softly, looking up at him with a smile.
"Barely, it stinks of tobacco in here, but I can get a slight hint of sweetness." He giggles, and you decide to walk closer to him, moving all your hair to one side of your neck, inviting him to smell the perfume better. He bends over a little bit to reach you better, and as soon as the aromatic scent comes in contact with his nose, he gulps, closing his eyes for a second and gritting his teeth.
"Fuck, how heavenly." He thinks, trying his best not to lose all his sanity. Your moans come to his head suddenly, blood rushing south against his will, remembering those times when he listened to you when you brought someone over to.....well, have fun. He didn't mean to eavesdrop, for real, but he couldn't help it. He's been crushing on you since the day Mingi introduced you two. You knew Mingi from high school, and once you became closer, he introduced you to his best friend Yunho. The three of you have been attached at the hip ever since then, and not so long ago you decided to share an apartment together in order to cushion expenses; you're just broke college students after all.
"Wow! yeah it smells amazing!" He exclaims, quickly pulling away from your neck before the temptation to fuck you right then and there gets any worse. To his luck, Mingi appears back in the scene, holding another red cup.
"Here you go pretty." He says, handing you your drink.
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The three of you are seated on the living room couch, sipping your drinks, and lazily singing along to the lyrics of the song being played. A while ago, Mingi and Yunho introduced you to some of their friends from different classes, and you did the same with your friends. Now, they're all spread out on the floor, talking in groups, or somewhere in the apartment dancing.
"Hmm, I'm kinda bored, do you guys wanna play a game?" Mingi asks, immediately standing up from his seat before even receiving a single answer.
"If there's no other choice." Yunho laughs, and you nod.
"Perfect! Go gather our friends, I'll go get something." He exclaims happily like a little kid. Yunho and you do as he says, and both separate to go find your friends.
Not too long after, all of you are seated in a big circle in the middle of your living room. An empty liquor bottle that Mingi placed, in the center.
"Who wants to go first?" He asks, and one of his friends promptly raises his hand in excitement. His name's Wooyoung if you remember correctly. Mingi nods, and invites him to spin the bottle. Whoever it lands on, will spend 7 minutes in a closet with him. You all look expectantly as the bottle starts spinning erratically, you even catch a glimpse of your friend Sasha, who looks more excited than the rest.
And right as you hoped, the bottle lands on her, who tries to hide her growing smile and impatient nature.
"Get it girl!" You call out to her playfully, as both Wooyoung and her walk towards the closet, Mingi getting the timer ready.
7 minutes of meaningless conversation later, Sasha and Wooyoung come out of the closet, following Mingi. You take a good look at them, laughing at their disheveled state.
"Me next!" Another of your friends exclaims next. Chloe starts spinning the bottle, and to your surprise, it lands on Mingi. Cheers get loud, but you stay quiet, faking a smile.
Now, it's not like you have a crush on Mingi or anything. If anything, just a tiny one. You can't help but find him extremely attractive, and seeing him walk around the apartment with only a towel around his hips after a shower, doesn't help your fantasies at all to be honest. You were hoping to get him to yourself tonight, in order to finally get over the sexual tension, but maybe your plans might change after all.
"You’re being very unsubtle with your looks right now." Yunho laughs in your ear. You groan, but stay silent. "You look like you want to devour him." He continues, and you push him away lightly, feeling embarrassed.
"Shut up, that is so not true." You state looking away from him, a light blush creeping into your cheeks.
"Whatever you say gorgeous." He laughs again, patting your back to annoy you further.
Once the 7 minutes have passed, Chloe and Mingi come out, surprisingly seeming normal. No signs them being post crazy make out session or anything. In fact, your friend seems almost disappointed.
After some more crazy rounds, where a few of your friends ended up paired up with some of Mingi's and Yunho's friends, it was finally your turn.
"Wait, there's only two people left, right?" A guy named Hongjoong points out right as you were about to take the bottle in your hand. You all look around each other, mentally calculating.
"That's right. Only Yunho and Y/N are left to go." Your friend Jade adds, and you all reach the same conclusion, the game went by so fast you hadn't even realized sooner that Yunho and you were last.
"So, no need to spin the bottle?" Yunho asks with a grin, already knowing the answer. You turn to look at him, catching a glimpse of victory in his eyes. It's almost as if he had planned this all along.
Cheers are heard again, as Yunho stands up, reaching for your hand, inviting you up as well. As you do, you notice Mingi, who's sitting right in front of you, already looking at you, with an unreadable expression. Is it....jealousy maybe? You ignore those thoughts, and get into the dimly lit closet with Yunho.
You rest your back on the door, and Yunho copies you, taking a place next to you. You notice him staring, so you turn to face him, looking into his eyes.
"Why do you always look at me like that?" You ask him out of nowhere.
"Like what?" He asks back, playing fool. He already knows damn well how he looks at you; with how much desire.
"Like you want me." You declare bravely, and Yunho chuckles at your words, looking down for a second before speaking.
"Oh, I do want you sweetheart. But I know you want him." A shiver runs down your spine at his sensual tone. You don't even have to ask who he's referring to, already knowing he's talking about Mingi.
"I want to fuck him, that's all." You confess, and Yunho chuckles again, shaking his head.
"And wouldn't you prefer to fuck me?" He asks shamelessly, the little amount of alcohol he has consumed making him more confident. You bite your lip shyly, trembling at the thought. If you're being honest, you've probably thought about fucking him just as much as Mingi. You can't recall how many times you've let your door slightly open while you were with somebody, knowing full well that Yunho was home as well. The mere thought of your sounds possibly making him hard, turned you on right away.
"I’m not even gonna lie, I’m just so fucking obsessed with you." He confesses, breaking the silence. You refuse to make eye contact with him, feeling embarrassed of how badly you want him to fuck you dumb. On the other hand, Yunho is still not sure how you feel about him.
"Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t feel the same as I do, then I’ll leave you alone." He says with a slight worry in his voice. You finally look him in the eyes, and stay in silence. Instead, you grab him by the collar of his shirt, pushing him into you. Your lips meet instantly, flowing in a lustful rhythm. Things get heated quickly, as he slowly pushes you into the back wall, his hands travelling through your body, caressing all of your curves. Your hands are on his hair, ever so slightly pulling at it. The heavy breaths and low moans coming out of both of you are echoing on the small space, and as Yunho's hands move to grab the bottom of your dress, there's a loud pounding on the door.
"Time's up! Get the fuck out of here fuckers!" Mingi's voice can be heard before he opens up the door. He notices right away your fucked out faces and how you're wrapped in each other's arms, his eyes flashing in jealously for a second, gritting his teeth.
"Yunho get out for a second. I need to talk to her." He states in a monotone voice, almost sounding angry. His powerful gaze on you makes you tremble. Yunho doesn't say anything, probably annoyed, and he unwraps himself from you, walking out. Mingi enters the small space, cornering you with his arms on either side of you, devouring you with his eyes.
"You are driving me insane and I’m this close to losing my shit because of you." He growls, not breaking eye contact. You feel yourself becoming smaller and smaller beneath him.
"W-what do you mean?" You dare to ask, a bit nervous, but feeling the wetness between your legs grow bigger. Without a word, he launches himself at your neck, kissing and biting it skillfully. You let out a small moan at the contact, and he smirks against your skin.
"Meet me in my room in 5' and I'll show you what I truly mean." He says, pulling away from you before walking out. Oh, that's a chance you're not gonna miss out on.
"Holy shit..." You whisper, letting out a big breath. You tidy your hair before exiting as well, but right as you're about to reach Mingi's door, a hand grabs your arm from behind.
"Yunho..." You murmur, turning around to face him. Apparently he shouldn't have gone too far earlier.
"Y/n, please, let me call you mine, even if it's just for tonight." He pleads with soft, yet hungry eyes. And you gulp, your gaze travelling hesitantly from him to Mingi's door.
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𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙: @northerngalxy @danirael @bikiniholic
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“Mingi you can’t be here.” I said hiding behind the door.
“Like hell I can’t!” he pushed the door open. 
“Min please you’ll get in trouble.”
“I don’t care.” he sat on the couch. “Take it back and I’ll go.”
“Mingi I already told you I’m not taking it back.”
“Then I guess I’m staying until you change your mind.”
“Mingi.” my lip trembled. “Please just go. You can’t be here.”
“I can be wherever I damn well choose to be with whoever the fuck I want!” he moreso shouted at the tv than me.
“Mingi” my voice cracked, tears falling. “Please.” I tugged at the end of the hoodie I was wearing…his hoodie I was wearing.
I didn’t want him to go, I wanted him to stay right there. I wanted both of them to stay there I wanted to crawl into that couch next to them and disappear. I wanted to take it all back, but they were better without me. No hate, no threats, no scandals.
“Tell me you didn’t mean it and I’ll go….y/n….Tell me you don’t love Yunho and I’ll go…tell me none of it was real, you were using us for fame and I’ll go. Tell me you don’t love me and I’ll go. ” he stood in front of me. I shook my head no. No….I couldn’t….I couldn’t tell him that. “I’m not going anywhere.” he pulled me into him gently and lifted up my face to look at him, I couldn’t meet his gaze. “You’re crazy you know.” he smiled softly.
“What did you mean no?” I hiccuped.
“I meant no, you can’t just break up with me that easily.” my eyes flicked to his face briefly. “Remember we said we’d deal with it together? Let’s handle it together.”
“I’m too scared Min.”
“That’s why we’re both here. Yunho and I. You don’t have to worry about stuff alone. You weren’t ever alone.”
“Please don’t…….”
“If you think I’m not scared of this every damn day of my life you’re wrong. I’m scared of all of this. I don’t run from it because no matter what my best friends are at my side. Y/n, my love, please…don’t run away from this. If you think Yunho doesn’t feel the same either you’re wrong…..stay here baby….you’re safe here.” he squeezed me tighter and started humming softly. 
It was that stupid voicemail all over again. I started crying against his chest, his shirt getting drenched no way around it. 
“Hey maybe we just moved a little too fast okay?” Yunho spoke up popping in finally. “Sorry I was waiting for the right time to come in with food. I said I was bringing dinner.” I turned around and hiccuped or coughed…still unsure which one kind of in between the two. “It’s okay, let’s pump the brakes a little and just…take our time.” he smiled softly.
Always the voice of reason.
“Please don’t go.” I whispered as he handed me the bag of fried chicken and beers.
“I’m just clearing a space at the table.” he smiled and patted my head. “I’m not going anywhere Tiny.”
“Told you so.” Mingi nudged me gently.
“Min?” Yunho held up my broken camera. “Did you?”
“They did that.” I said quietly.
“The fans?!” Mingi grew hot with anger.
“No the airline….they threw my bag on and it got smashed…I don’t need it anyways.” I sighed.
“You’re a photographer you need a camera.” Yunho deadpanned at me and looked at Mingi.
“Probably not for much longer. It’s fine…Wooyoung was right I don't….I don’t need the job and I can figure something else out.” I shrugged. “I’m okay not having the job.”
“It’s your dream.” they both looked at me.
“I have other dreams too.” I played with the hoodie. “I’m just saying you don’t have to worry…about that.”
We sat down to eat finally, my face puffy from tears. The vibe was tense but slowly calmed as we started eating. I really was happy they were here….I was happy they fought me so hard. I guess sometimes they are right. Yeah…. I needed a hard slap to the head.
“Ow!” I looked at Mingi.
“You said I could slap you when you’re being ridiculous.” he smiled.
“I said that in high school.”
“Still counts. Because you said “as long as we’re together.” he hit me again.
“You bastard.” I rubbed the back of my head. “You’re so getting it later.”
“Promise?” he winked.
“You’re gross.” I stole the piece he was reaching for to eat it.
“Hey! Yunho!!!” he pointed at me stealing the chicken.
“Just take a different piece.” he shrugged his own mouth full.
“Whoa whoa this is a partnership, you can’t just take sides like that.”
“Just did, eat, there’s too much chicken here.” he gestured towards the chicken.
Okay….maybe I was stupid for breaking up with them for 4 days….
“You know you talk a lot of shit for someone who’s single.” Yunho winked at me while looking at Mingi.
“Oh I’m single? Guess who else is.” he pointed at Yunho. “You betray me all the time anyways. Just like those letters! Every time!”
Oh god….losers….my losers.
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