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fall in deep │ s.mg & j.yh

part two to light me up

✦ summary: after your unforgettable evening together, yunho and mingi invite you to spend another night with them after their show.

✦ warnings/tags: MDNI! 18+, explicit, smut, threesome, yungi are smitten, side yeosang/reader’s best friend (written specifically for my yeosang biased best friend, i love u @aklsvr), the rest of atz is briefly present!!!, living in my delusions that we will one day get desire on a setlist, brief mention of anxiety, smutty smutty smutfest, alcohol consumption, fast feelings (im a romantic sorry not sorry), dry humping (my dream tbh), brief yungi kissing, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, oral sex (m receiving), double penetration (2 holes) ((spoilers omg!)), unprotected sex (be safe!), let me know if i missed anything !!!

✦ pairing: idol!yunho x fem!plussize!reader x idol!mingi

✦ author’s note: this a part two to light me up, and starts almost immediately where that story ended! i recommend reading that before this for context and backstory♡ first i want to say THANK YOU to everyone who has been reading my writing since light me up, and ANOTHER THANK YOU to those who have been patiently waiting for part two!! IT’S FINALLY HERE♡ (almost a year and a half later im SORRY) i have been going through it mentally and it’s been so hard for me to find the mental space to write so i apologize for this taking so long to get out. i appreciate everyone’s patience!!! the last 3K words of this were written in an energy drink fueled mania while i listened to gh3 on repeat !!! also this yungi is so special to me since light me up was the first fic i ever wrote, and i hope you all love them as much as i do. this reader is also extra close to my heart as a big girl/yungi stan. ENJOY ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

✦ word count: 16.2k

✦ read it on ao3: here

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You hardly even have time to get dressed before your best friend is knocking on your hotel door, your plans to get ready for brunch together long forgotten after the events of last night. You answer the door as you straighten your sweater, tucking the front into your jeans.

“Good morning, sunshine, did you forget about me?” Minju giggles as she throws her arms around your neck, pulling you in for a warm hug. You talk every day, but haven’t seen each other since Ateez’s last tour. Your throat tightens, as do your arms around your friend.

“Of course not, my sunflower,” you lie, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead before separating from her, squishing her cheeks between your palms, earning a raspberry blow in response.

“Are you sure about that? Looks like you threw a party here last night, forget to invite me?” She laughs as she scans the room over your shoulder, and your eyes widen in panic at the realization that you definitely should’ve cleaned up a little bit more before she arrived.

You would’ve remembered if you hadn’t been reeling all morning over your evening spent with Yunho and Mingi. You spin around to take in the state of your room, and you know your secret is about to be short lived. All three of your glasses are left out, an array of dishes from your room service breakfast, the two chairs by the vanity still turned to face the bed. It’s very obvious that you had company last night.

“N-no, I just– um,” you rush around the room trying to tidy up, as if there’s any way for you to avoid your best friend’s questions now. You grab Yunho’s hat, and the note he left you, the most obvious pieces of the clutter that would out you, and turn back to face your friend, hiding them behind your back. “I just ordered a lot of room service,” you know you’re blushing without even having to look at yourself, and that fact is only confirmed by the way Minju covers her mouth to stop herself from smiling.

“Who did you fuck last night, and why haven’t you told me yet!?” She puts her hands on her hips, unable to hide her giddy grin. “Meet a hot stranger at the hotel bar last night?” She teases.

“Technically not a complete stranger,” you bury your face in your hands, trying to will the redness out of your cheeks. You’re a horrible liar, you might as well just spill your guts to save you both the trouble. “If I told you, I don’t know if you’d believe me.”

“Well, now I’m on the edge of my seat, spill!” She nearly jumps up and down waiting for you to indulge her.

Taking a deep breath, you pull Yunho’s hat and note from behind your back, and hold them out to her. She raises an eyebrow at you, taking them carefully in her hands, scanning over the hat before looking at the note.

“‘Same time tonight’…” she reads, “YH?” She says the letters with confusion in her tone, and she looks up at you quizzically, still not quite catching on to what you’re trying to tell her. You worry your bottom lip between your teeth as you give her a second to think about it, and when it finally clicks, her eyebrows shoot up and her jaw drops. “YH? As in Yun? Ho?!”

You’re burying your face in your hands again, not sure if you’re ready to confirm her guess, or if she’ll even believe you if you do. You don’t even realize how long you’ve been hiding in your hands until Minju clears her throat.

“Y/n, if you hooked up with Jeong Yunho last night, you legally have to tell me right now.” You peek through your fingers to see that, instead of what you were scared would be anger, is actually joyful intrigue playing across her face.

“I…I did.” Your voice is barely above a whisper when you finally confess to your best friend. You’re sure the entire hotel must’ve heard her shriek of delight that she lets out before slapping her hand over her mouth. “But you have to keep it between us, please,” you continue, “they didn’t have me sign anything but I know what a rumor like this could do to them, and I just–”

“Woah woah woah,” she interrupts you. “Did you say they?” Your heart pounds louder in your chest at the realization that you have to drop another bomb on your friend. She scans around the room again, noting the three plates, the three glasses… “Who else was here?” Disbelief and amusement take over her features as she tries to process everything at once. “If you say Yeosang, I swear to god,”

“No, no! Oh my goodness, no,” you interrupt her. “If I ran into Yeosang at a bar, you know I would be calling you immediately,” you laugh, trying to lighten the mood.

“Then who?! I’m gonna have a heart attack, y/n,” she laughs, watching you pull out your phone. You might as well just show her the messages the boys sent in your group chat not even ten minutes after leaving your room this morning. You open the chat, and turn your phone screen to her for her to read.

mingi 🐥: miss you already, baby

yunho 🐶: we can’t wait to see you tonight

mingi 🐥: wait by the stage after the show, one of our staff will come get you (:

yunho 🐶: and bring my hat pleeaase ;) ♡︎

Her eyes scan the screen, growing wider with each line. “You did not hook up with Yunho and Mingi last night.” She looks up at you, the smile growing on her face. Your cheeks are burning, both from the memories of your evening and the embarrassment you feel, worrying that your friend doesn’t actually believe you.

“Oh my god, you did, and you are smitten!” She wraps you in another hug, nearly jumping up and down with excitement. Relief washes through you at her enthusiasm, feeling a weight off of your shoulders now that your closest friend knows.

“I think I am,” you giggle, her cool skin helping extinguish your blush. “There’s one more thing,” you step back to look down at your group chat again, scrolling down a bit to show her the message you were hiding before.

mingi 🐥: oh! and bring your friend minju, sangie wants to meet her :)

You grin at the rapid change in her facial expression as she reads the message, and she lightly smacks your arm in disbelief after finishing it. “You told them about me?! Oh, god, they probably think I’m insane,” she thinks out loud.

“They do not! They asked me who I was meeting up with for the show when we were having breakfast this morning, and I told them all about you. It sounds like you and Yeosang have a lot in common, it was actually their idea to have you meet him,” you assure her. “Do you … want to meet him?” You wait for her answer with bated breath, giving her ample time to process every single bombshell you’ve shared with her in the span of just a few minutes.

“We will get into the fact that they slept over later, what the hell?! But of course I wanna meet him, are you kidding me?!” She hugs you again, less excitement and more tenderness in the way she holds you this time. You’re extra thankful that she’ll be by your side later, as the thought of being brought backstage to see Yunho and Mingi all by yourself has you feeling quite anxious.

She steps back from you, keeping her hands on your shoulders for a moment, taking you in. “You look really happy, y/n,”

“I am,” you can’t hide the blush that creeps back across your cheeks. “I really like them, Minju. I want you to meet them… I’m kind of nervous to see them again later.”

“Why, babe? You don’t seem to be the only one who’s smitten here,” she laughs, “you already have Mingi calling you baby!”

“Oh, he called me a lot more than baby,” you tease, laughing when Minju’s jaw drops again, “but seriously, don’t leave me later until I find them, I’m freaking out.”

“I will be with you all night long, I promise.” She holds your hand tight in hers. “Now tell me everything.”

You do.

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The concert flew by, as they always do. Your ears are ringing despite your ear plugs, your legs are sore from jumping, and your throat is sore from singing your heart out. Usually the post concert depression hits immediately, but your heart only continues to pound in your chest as you try your best to mentally prepare for what’s to come.

You managed to snag a spot in the front row, and Yunho and Mingi were overjoyed to see you there. It was borderline impossible to convince the people around you that all of your interactions were simply fanservice. The waves and smiles during soundcheck, Mingi tossing a rose in your direction during Arriba, Yunho singing straight to you during Desire… They spent all night making any doubt you had about their feelings for you completely disappear. You even caught Yeosang interacting with Minju, which she keeps denying despite the blush in her cheeks.

This night has felt unreal, and it’s hardly begun.

The arena has slowly started to clear out, and you start to get more and more anxious as the minutes go by. Mingi’s text from earlier said to wait by the stage, but you can’t help feeling paranoid that you’re not in the right place. You consider calling them but don’t want to bother them so soon after the end of the show. Minju can feel your nerves, and squeezes your hand to bring you back.

“Take a breath, babe, they didn’t forget about you.” She rubs a thumb over your knuckles and you inhale deeply.

Almost on cue, an unfamiliar voice calls your name over the hum of the crowd filtering out.

“Y/n?”

You look for the source of the voice, finding a man in a STAFF shirt scanning the rows by you. “That’s me!” You call, getting his attention. “And my friend, Minju.” You gesture to your friend, who seems to be vibrating with excitement next to you.

The staff member gives you both a curt nod. “Follow me this way.”

He guides you to the end of the barricade, where he invites you through an opening in the barriers. He gestures for you to continue behind him, and you do, weaving through wave after wave of event staff. He guides you through an open rope barricade, closing it behind you, continuing on to a side door right off of the stage.

“The members will join you shortly,” he calls back to you, and Minju’s hand finds yours to stay connected through all the commotion. A group of who you recognize as BBT dancers fly past you in a whirl of post-show excitement, and suddenly this moment feels impossibly surreal. As if spending your evening with Yunho and Mingi last night wasn’t dreamlike enough, you’re now about to meet the rest of the members. You quell your nervous nausea to the best of your ability, taking deep breaths and clinging to Minju.

You pass through one final set of double doors into what must be the green room, and the member of staff waves a hand across the space, welcoming you in.

The room is lined with tables full of instant noodles and snacks, and a separate table covered in bottles of soju, water, and beer. In the middle of the space sits three plush couches covered in throw pillows, arranged in a U shape, pointed toward the largest wall, which boasts a massive TV. A gaming console and plenty of games sit on the table beneath it, along with a complex looking sound system. Tucked in the back corner is a doorway into a hallway with signs pointing to wardrobe and makeup, and you wonder if that’s where the boys will come from when they’re ready.

“Thank you for your patience, please make yourself comfortable,” he says, giving you another small nod before heading back out the doorway you just came through. You murmur a quiet “thank you,” and he’s gone.

You and Minju stand there, hand in hand, staring wide-eyed at each other.

“What the hell is happening,” you giggle as she says,

“Is this a dream?!”

You both take in the space around you, and despite you having an explicit invitation to be here, you suddenly feel so out of place.

Minju squeezes your hand, always knowing how you’re feeling without you having to say it.

“How do I look?” You ask your friend. There are no mirrors in the room, which isn’t helping your nerves about your current appearance. You know the boys liked your outfit, considering the way they both devoured you with their eyes during the show. You planned a less bold outfit for tonight, but after your evening with them last night, your confidence inspired you to wear something a little… sexier. Black fishnet tights cover your legs, with a short black denim skirt over top, stretched over your full hips. At just the right angles, a few of Mingi’s bite marks are visible on your thighs, despite your best effort to hide them. On top you decided to wear a slim fit long sleeved black shirt, paired with a black leather harness. Wide straps wrap just under your breasts around your rib cage, pulling in your waist slightly to emphasize your full figure.

“Delicious,” she grins, “what about me?” The vibe of Minju’s outfit matches yours, fitting her edgy style perfectly.

“Delectable,” you wink, but a whirl of emotions swim in your stomach. Excitement, anxiety, anticipation.

“I’m gonna throw up,” you whisper mostly to yourself, and to your surprise, Minju cackles out a laugh.

“None of that energy, babe, we are here to hang out with hot boys and have fun,” she crosses the room to the corner with the beverage table and grabs a Sapporo, cracking it open with her teeth.

“God, you know I hate when you do that,” you cringe, but walk over to join her anyway. “You’re gonna break a tooth!”

You feel a bit jealous over how comfortable she looks already. Maybe you should take a page out of her book.

“I am not gonna break a tooth,” she takes a long sip of her beer. “Now, what are we here to do?” She looks at you expectantly.

You sigh despite the smile threatening to pull at the corners of your lips. “Hang out with hot boys and have fun,” you reluctantly repeat her words back to her.

“That’s my girl, now get over here and—“

Her eyes widen as she looks over your shoulder.

“What about hanging out with hot boys and having fun?” You recognize the teasing lilt in his voice before you even turn around, and the sound of it has the tension in your shoulders dissolving.

“There’s hot boy number one now,” you say to Minju, laughing at her mouth still hanging agape.

You twirl around to see Mingi entering the green room from the corner hallway, already changed into a pair of baggy black jeans and white t-shirt with an open black zip-up sweatshirt. His blond hair is still styled from the show, and his eyes are still lined with deep smoky hues. Butterflies explode in your stomach at the sight of him, and only intensify at the sound of the voice that comes next.

“Does that make me hot boy number two?” Yunho chimes in as he rounds the corner, hands in the pockets of his lightwash jeans, an oversized black t-shirt hanging on his broad shoulders with a black and white open flannel over the top.

“The numbers are interchangeable,” you tease, drawing your bottom lip between your teeth as they approach you. Mingi reaches you first with a huge grin, dipping to wrap his arms around your waist and pulling you into such a strong hug, your feet briefly leave the ground. He inhales your scent as he holds you, nuzzling into your neck.

“Hi baby,” he whispers, gently kissing your cheek before setting you down.

“Hi,” you grab his hand and squeeze.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” Yunho says, taking his turn to greet you. He pulls you into his arms and you nuzzle into his chest. “We missed you,”

“I can’t either,” you look up at him, and he presses a kiss to your forehead. “I missed you both, too. The show was incredible as always, you were–”

The sound of a throat clearing behind you gets all of your attention.

“Ah,” you step back from Yunho, turning to reach a hand out to your friend.

“This must be Minju,” Mingi says before you can, offering your best friend a kind smile.

“Yes,” you tug her over to the best of your ability, but she still seems frozen. “Yunho, Mingi, this is my best friend, Minju.” You step behind her, planting your hands on her shoulders and offering a reassuring squeeze.

“H-Hi,” she chokes out, wide-eyed and straight backed.

“We won’t bite,” Yunho teases, eyes meeting yours in a brief teasing moment. Images from last night of him with your nipple in his mouth and Mingi biting marks into your thighs flash through your mind. You know your cheeks are flushing by the way Yunho’s eyes widen with curiosity.

“They’re just men,” you whisper to Minju. “They’re not scary, get your shit together before Yeosang gets here.” You give her shoulders another squeeze, and as you do, she rolls them back.

“I hear you’re smitten with my best friend, is that correct?” Her posture relaxes and she props a hand on her hip.

“Respectfully, that is a bit of an understatement, but yes, that’s correct,” Yunho offers, amused eyes flashing to yours to catch your moment of pride in your friend.

“Well,” she eyes them both up and down. “While it is wonderful to meet you, truly a great honor, I do have to let you know that if you break her heart, I will break your legs. All four of them.”

Mingi clamps his lips between his teeth, biting back a smile, while Yunho lets his spread wide across his face.

“We wouldn’t dream of it, Minju,” Yunho stands straight, offering your best friend a salute. She laughs when Mingi does the same.

“Scout’s honor,” Mingi says, earning a laugh from you as well.

She turns to you, calm confidence having taken over her expression. “They have my approval, dear.”

“Are you guys getting graded in here?” Yeosang’s deep voice booms from the hallway as he enters, Wooyoung and San following behind him, giggling together.

“Oh, my,” you hear Minju whisper to herself as Yeosang approaches. Wooyoung and San veer off to the beverage table, both shooting a bright smile and a wave in your direction. You smile back at them, waving hello. You’re sure the boys pointed you out to the rest of the group during the show, considering how Wooyoung and San seem to know exactly who you are.

“I think so,” Mingi chuckles warmly, and pats Yeosang on the back.

“This must be y/n,” he gestures to you with a sweet smile, and you respond with a nod.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Yeosang,”

“You as well. I’ve heard a lot about you.” Your eyes shoot toward Yunho and Mingi, curious and nervous about what they could’ve possibly shared about you.

Mingi catches your eye and gives a subtle reassuring shake of his head, just enough to soothe your overthinking mind.

“All good things, I promise,” Yeosang insists. His eyes move to Minju, and you feel her straighten again next to you.

“Yeosang, this is my friend Minju,” you stay right next to her, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. You lean closer to her before whispering, “he’s just a man.”

“Minju,” Yeosang reaches for her hand, a slight blush creeping up the tips of his ears. She meets him halfway, letting him cradle her hand and run his thumb over her knuckles. “It is wonderful to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you, as well.” Their eyes dance over each other for a long moment.

“All horrible things, I hope,” she teases, her ears turning red too.

“Awful,” he grins. “Have a drink with me?” He gestures to the table behind you both, and Minju nods, giving you a giddy wave before following after him.

“Well, they’re adorable,” Mingi says, watching after them as he throws an arm over your shoulder.

“Disgustingly so,” you agree, exhilarated by the matchmaking you and your boys have already achieved.

After a lingering moment of comfortable silence, Mingi’s hand slides across your back and settles on the back of your neck, squeezing gently, kneading his thumb into your skin. You lean into his hand, letting your eyes fall shut.

“Still feeling nervous, sweetheart?” Yunho rests a hand on your hip, and more tension seeps out of you.

“I never said I was nervous,” you look up at him, but your eyes roll back at a particularly firm squeeze from Mingi, and Yunho chuckles. Going all day without their hands on your body felt like an eternity, and you’re craving more of it.

Mingi dips low, putting his lips to your ear to whisper, “you don’t have to.” The reminder that they know you so well just after a night together only intensifies your longing for alone time with them, but who knows when that time will come.

Another familiar laugh echoes down the hallway, and your spine stiffens.

“Oh, God,” you whisper, more to yourself than anyone else. You shake your boys’ hands from you, standing a bit taller, rolling some courage into your shoulders.

Before you can fully mentally prepare yourself, Hongjoong comes striding through the doorway with Seonghwa and Jongho in tow. The eldest and youngest are teasing each other, Seonghwa playfully shoving Jongho toward the refreshments and ordering him to bring his elder a drink.

Hongjoong shakes his head, rolling his eyes at the two, then turns his attention to you. His eyes meet yours as he approaches, a soft smile on his mouth. You try your hardest to smile back without looking starstruck.

“Ah, so this is the famous y/n,” Hongjoong muses, hands in his pockets, as he crosses the green room to meet you. Him using the word famous to describe you has you struggling to act normally. You bow at the hips on instinct, immediately aware of how red your cheeks must be. Hongjoong just smiles brightly in response, dipping his chin.

“Hi, Hongjoong,” you clamp your lips between your teeth briefly to smother the huge smile you feel in your heart at meeting the leader of a group that means so much to you. “It’s… really nice to meet you.” You struggle to find the words to express just how nice it is to meet him, and settle on the most generic thing you could possibly say. You curse yourself in your head for not being more well spoken at this moment.

“Same to you,” he runs a hand through his hair, looking between you and the two men who invited you into their sacred space, nothing but kindness in his eyes. “It’s wonderful to finally put a face to the name I’ve been hearing all day,” he teases, “these two haven’t stopped talking about you since they got here this morning.”

“Hyung!” Mingi blushes, while Yunho smiles proudly.

“Hey, I’m not trying to tease,” he throws his open palms up in front of Mingi in defense. “That was actually the hardest you two have performed this tour. Whatever you’re doing, keep it up.” He smiles brightly at you, fully unaware of what he’s suggesting. He then nods to Yunho and Mingi before turning to walk toward Seonghwa, who is sitting on one of the couches with a knowing smirk on his lips. He raises his beer bottle in the air, tipping it in your direction, and Jongho does the same. Your shyness doesn’t have a chance to bloom, because Mingi chimes in.

“We will, hyung,” he teases from next to you, and you turn to him, mouth agape, smacking his chest. The last thing you want is for any of the other members to know the intimate details of your evening together.

“Song Mingi, I will leave right now!” You feel the embarrassment crawling under your skin as his face drops, the intrusive thought permeating your mind to remind you that you don’t belong here.

“Don’t embarrass her, Min,” Yunho lowers his voice, speaking to Mingi over you and wrapping a long arm around your shoulders. You lean into him, looking up to try to convey your thanks through your eyes. He offers a soft smile back to you, and presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Mingi dips down to look into your eyes, hands splayed wide on your waist, lowering his voice like Yunho. “I was just teasing, I don’t mean to share our business with anyone who doesn’t need to hear it.” You offer him a nod, knowing he meant no harm and that it’s your own damn insecurity talking.

“It’s okay, baby, you don’t need to be sorry.” You meet him halfway for a kiss that doesn’t last nearly long enough.

The way that the both of them once again instantly picked up on your discomfort has your heart swelling in your chest, and the nerves swirling in your belly begin to dissipate.

”Thank you,” your fingers find the hem of his shirt, and you absentmindedly tug on it to pull him closer to you. “This is… already a lot for me, and I’m really trying to feel like I–” You hesitate for a moment before continuing, “belong here… with you,” you let the truth fall from your lips, but you don’t regret it. Both of their eyes soften on you.

“You do belong here, sweetheart. You’re with us,” Yunho plants another gentle kiss on the top of your head. “Now, let’s have a drink,” he tips his head in the direction of the refreshment table, where Wooyoung San, and Jongho have already downed a whole bottle of soju with Yeosang and Minju. Your eyes meet your best friend’s, and you raise your eyebrows at her. She smiles back at you and nods, silently letting you know she’s okay.

Drinks and conversation begin to flow easily between the whole group. To your and Minju’s joy, Wooyoung and San miss no opportunity to share embarrassing stories about Yeosang, Yunho, and Mingi. You all play every drinking game you can think of, and after no time at all, you feel like you’re at any other party. The members have been warmly welcoming to you and your friend, and any anxiety you had about your evening has disappeared as the night has progressed.

Fleeting touches and lingering gazes amplify as time passes, and by the time the group’s energy starts to fade, arousal hums so deep in your core that you feel like you could crawl out of your skin.

Hongjoong, Seonghwa, and Jongho say their goodbyes, and with a smaller group, you all decide to settle onto the couches. You plop down between Mingi and Minju, while Yeosang settles on her other side with an arm around her. Wooyoung and San sit across from you, with Yunho sitting on the floor in front of them. San switches the music Jongho had selected earlier to something a bit softer right as Wooyoung passes you another drink.

“Y/n,” Wooyoung addresses you as you all get comfortable. The corner of his mouth quirks up playfully before asking, “who’s your favorite member?”

Your drink chooses that moment to trickle down your airway, and you cough, silently hoping it will distract the group from actually expecting an answer from you. Mingi hands you his water and you take a quick sip to clear your throat while he rubs your back. After a moment of silence you glance up to see Wooyoung looking at you expectantly. Minju hides her grin behind her bottle, and you catch Yunho and Mingi looking at each other with a challenge in their eyes.

“I am not answering that,” you laugh, avoiding everyone’s eye contact.

“Ah, you can tell us, y/n,” San prods with a dimpled smirk, “it has to be Yunho or Mingi, right?”

Your cheeks feel impossibly hot, and you nervously glance between your lovers, who are now both looking at you. Yunho has a smug smile on his lips, and Mingi seems entirely unphased by the question, the only thing in his eyes being soft adoration as he tightens his arm around you.

You sigh, and after a beat of silence, you admit it.

“…Yunho.”

You immediately hide behind your hands, already wishing you’d kept your mouth shut. Wooyoung and San whoop and cheer, while Minju just laughs, and Yeosang joins her. You peek through your fingers to see Mingi grinning at you, and something gleams in his eyes that sends anticipation swimming through your stomach.

Yunho just shrugs nonchalantly, despite the pride in his eyes. He winks at you, and you know your cheeks must be crimson. You know they’ll tease you to pieces when the three of you are finally alone later.

“I’m sorry,” you whine to Mingi, “you both are–”

He cuts you off with a heated kiss, and the commotion in the room dies down. “Don’t be sorry, angel,” he whispers, lips brushing against your ear. His voice dips even lower, so only you can hear. “He may be your favorite member, but you’ll still be screaming both of our names later.”

You gasp, and you sit there wide-eyed as he innocently presses a kiss to your temple before turning back to the rest of the group. Your eyes dart to Yunho’s, which have turned so dark, you can’t decipher his pupils from his irises. He pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, letting his eyes drift over your body. You hardly hear the conversation between the other four people in the room. Every thought in your head is consumed by Mingi’s words and the way Yunho’s gaze is devouring you. You absentmindedly squeeze your thighs together, and almost miss Mingi’s low chuckle when he notices.

Wooyoung clearing his throat grabs your attention. “I think Sannie and I are gonna get going. Yeosang, Minju, do you want to ride with us back to the hotel? I can ask our manager to have a car ready in five.” The two in question make brief eye contact, and after an unspoken conversation, Minju nods her head, smiles spreading across both her and Yeosang’s cheeks.

“Call me in the morning?” You bring yourself back down to earth to stand and hug her, giving her an extra tight squeeze.

“Of course,” she hugs you back just as tight. “Be safe,” she whispers.

“You, too.”

Wooyoung gives you a warm hug while San gathers their things. “I hope we’ll be seeing you again, y/n.” You’re feeling so grateful for the connection you made with him and the other members tonight, and you really hope that he’s right. The thought of it any other way makes your chest tighten. Over his shoulder you notice Yunho and Mingi watching the two of you fondly.

“You will,” Yunho says, Mingi nodding in agreement. The sureness in his tone makes you feel lighter.

You bid your friends farewell, and finally, finally, you’re alone with Yunho and Mingi.

The silence in the room is charged, all three of you looking between each other, trying to see who will make a move toward what’s next. How well your night has gone so far combined with the way the two of them have been taking every chance to work you up is giving you immense confidence.

“Dance with me,” your voice is low and sultry as you walk over to the speaker, turning the volume up. When you turn back to face them, they both look so hungry for you, you can hardly breathe.

You exaggerate the sway of your hips, slowly walking toward them, stopping a few paces away. You’re unsure if you’re drunk on lust or alcohol, but the warm cloud around your brain encourages you to give them a little show.

The music floats around you, pulling your body in waves of rocking, rolling, swaying… Your eyes fall shut as you let your hands roam freely over your body, running them up your hips, over your breasts, into your hair. They trail back down over your neck, continuing to trace over your full curves with a mind of their own.

When you open your eyes again, Yunho is already approaching you, a devious grin pulling at his lips. He pulls you into his arms, your body molding flush against his as he starts to move with you. You let your hands rest on his chest, digging your nails into him when he rolls his hips against you, which earns you a rumbling groan.

“Mingi, baby,” you turn and reach for him, gesturing for him to come join you. “Please,”

“Of course, angel,” his voice is low and restrained, and you know they both want nothing more than to be back at the hotel with you right now. You just can’t wait any longer to have their hands on you, even if it’s just until one of them can’t hold back anymore.

He nestles in right behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist and splaying his hand wide across your belly. You immediately feel his solid length pressing into your ass, and without thinking you arch back into him.

“Fuck,” he groans, letting his head fall against your shoulder. He presses a kiss to where your neck meets your shoulder, pulling you against him firmly, rocking into you. “I’ve been dying to touch you all night,” he whispers.

“Me too,” Yunho agrees, “this outfit, sweetheart, fuck.” His lips find yours, and all restraint is tested.

The three of you are quickly tangled in a writhing whirl of wandering hands and mouths as the tension climbs. Kisses become hotter, hips roll with more fervor, and hands start to slip beneath clothing.

“Take me,” you pull back from Yunho’s mouth to catch your breath, made more difficult by Mingi’s strong hand kneading your breast. “Fuck, take me back to the hotel, please,” you reach a hand behind Mingi, gripping his ass as you roll yours over him, and you both moan at the feeling.

“Can you two keep your hands off of each other long enough for us to get in a car?” Yunho laughs, ghosting his fingers over your sensitive throat, taking a step back to watch you and Mingi move together.

“Mm,” you whimper when he tweaks your pebbled nipple through your shirt, “I-I think so.” Despite the feral part of your brain telling you to rip Mingi’s clothes off, you slow down, breathing deeply to quell the desire trying to consume your reason.

“Call the car, Yun,” Mingi spins you around before cradling your face in his hands, kissing you senseless. You hear Yunho chuckle, then talk on the phone, but don’t comprehend a word he says. All you can feel is Mingi’s hands on your face and his tongue in your mouth, kissing you slowly, but keeping his hands from exploring your body. You begrudgingly accept it best for the sake of you getting out of here fully clothed.

“Let’s get our things together,” Yunho softly interrupts after a few moments, not a hint of jealousy in his voice.

Mingi reluctantly pulls his mouth from yours, but wraps his arms around you for a brief moment before letting you go. “I… can’t stress enough just how glad I am that you’re here,” he murmurs into your hair before giving a lingering kiss to your forehead. Then he’s off to collect his belongings, leaving you frazzled and wanting.

The two of them bustle around the room, clipped and hurried, tidying up the rest of the empty beverage vessels and gathering their bags. Mingi pulls a baseball hat and a black mask out of his bag, tossing an extra mask to Yunho before putting his own on, threading the loops behind his ears.

“Sweetheart, did you bring my hat?” Yunho appears in front of you, crouching to meet your eyes. You’re amazed by how well he’s keeping a calm facade considering what the three of you were up to a few short minutes ago.

“Y-Yeah,” you blink, “it’s in my bag, it’s over—“

“Got it, baby,” Mingi calls from where you and Minju had ditched your concert bags when the drinking games began, grabbing yours. “Can I take it out?”

“Yeah, thank you,” you stay right where you are, unsure if your legs would hold up if you try to move.

Mingi tosses Yunho his hat, and Yunho takes the opportunity to charm you with a wink before flipping the hat onto his head and pulling the brim low. He slips his mask on. It is a miracle that you’re managing to remain upright with such heavy lust clouding your brain and filling every inch of your body. They whirl around you for a few more minutes, and before you know it Mingi is helping you into an extra hoodie from his bag and offering you a mask.

“I feel like we’re undercover,” you giggle as he lifts the big hood up over your head and pulls your mask over the bridge of your nose. “Is it okay for us to walk out at the same time?” Part of you feels a pang of anxiety thinking about the possibility of being spotted with them and how it might affect them if it spiraled out of control. The hotel is far enough from the venue, but here… other fans could still be hanging around.

Coming as no surprise to you, Mingi senses what’s running through your head.

“Yes, baby, we just have to keep our distance just in case.” You must’ve winced at his words without realizing, because suddenly Yunho is in front of you, pulling his mask down to his chin, his face set in a serious but concerned expression.

“If we could show you off to the world, sweetheart, we would, but our world isn’t quite suitable for that just yet.” He smooths the furrow between your brows with his thumb before wrapping his hand around the back of your neck. “Some day, I promise.” Mingi nods behind him in agreement, a sure smile on his lips.

The implications of Yunho’s words are not lost on you, and you can’t stop your brain from projecting image after image of a future with them, regardless of how insane that idea would’ve been to you forty-eight hours ago. He must see the light in your eyes, because the corners of his mouth pull into a grin. He quickly lowers your mask, kissing you hard and fast before lifting it back in place.

“Let’s get out of here,” Mingi grabs his bag, and yours, and nods toward the door. “It’s about a half hour from here to the hotel,”

A few short minutes later the three of you are being guided out what must be a back entrance to the venue, into the cool night air. You must’ve been hanging around after the show for longer than you realized, considering how quiet it is. Maybe that’s a good thing… less chance of you being seen. A black sprinter van with dark tinted windows waits for you, and you take a moment to make sure you’re walking with enough space between you and your companions. You thank the member of staff assisting you into the van, and Yunho and Mingi follow.

Just like that, you’re alone again.

The van is filled with enough seats to fit the whole group, single seats lining either side for three rows with a wide aisle in the middle, and a long bench seat across the back, big enough for all three of you. As soon as the door is closed behind you, you remove your various hoods, hats, and masks, disposing of them all on an empty seat. The boys set their bags down too, and sit on either side of the back seat, leaving space for you right between them. Yunho nods to the open space, something turned much darker in his eyes, and Mingi spreads his legs wide, waiting for you to join them. This is gonna be a long car ride.

You turn over your shoulder to look toward the front of the van, and notice the opaque black privacy wall separating the back from where the driver sits up front. Turning back to the two men sitting before you, you cock your head at them, a mischievous question in your eyes.

“It’s… mostly soundproof.” Mingi’s heavy lidded eyes roam slowly and hungrily over your body, shifting his hips forward and opening his legs even wider, darting his tongue out to lick his bottom lip. You can still see his cock swelling in his jeans, and you feel flush at the sight. “Come sit, we’re about to start moving,” he pats a hand on one of his strong thighs, and you quirk an eyebrow at him.

Yunho is eerily calm while Mingi undresses you with his eyes, merely observing the way the two of you are interacting, an amused grin on his lips. He leans back, resting an arm on the back of the seat, when you realize – he’s getting comfortable for the show.

“Looks like Yunho wants a performance, baby,” you croon, stepping between Mingi’s spread knees and running a hand through his blond hair. You grip it between your fingers, firmly tugging and tipping his head back to look up at you. He lets out a delicious sound that is half breathy laugh and half groan, which sends a jolt of heat straight to your core. His pupils are blown wide, mouth hanging open, looking at you in aroused awe.

“Then let’s give him one, gorgeous,” his voice is impossibly deep and gravelly with desire. In a flash he shoots an arm up and wraps his fingers around the back of your neck, pulling your mouth straight to his as the van starts driving.

You whine in surprise against his lips, his tongue instantly laving against yours, and his other hand firmly grips your hip, guiding you further down, pulling you onto him. All in one motion, he strips you of his hoodie and helps you settle your knees on either side of his hips. As soon as you’re in the position to do so, you roll your hips over him, feeling his solid length beneath you, and you both let out a moan.

“Do you feel what you do to me, y/n?” Mingi nearly growls as he rocks his hips up into you, his cock teasingly rubbing you through your panties as his lips travel to your neck. His hands wander to the back of your harness, searching for the buckles. “This,” he pops a buckle open, loosening the strap, “has been driving me insane all fucking night.” He nips and licks at your sensitive throat as he fully unbuckles your harness, guiding it from your shoulders. “I want to see you in just this next time.” Aside from the flutter in your heart at the mention of another next time, you feel that you will give him whatever he wants as long as he keeps kissing you like this.

Mingi splays his hands wide over your ass, guiding your hips to meet his, rocking in a perfect rhythm with you. You rotate your hips slightly and finally find the perfect angle, feeling his cock brushing right against your clit through your panties.

“Ah,” you whine, chasing the same motion over and over, suddenly frustrated by the barrier getting between you and what you really want. Thank goodness you didn’t wear shorts under your skirt, and that your panties are thin. If only his jeans weren’t so damn thick.

“And these,” he coos, his hands gliding over your thighs, fingers catching on the netting of your tights. “I need to see you in just these, tonight.”

“Fuck,” your head falls back as a hand finds your breast, and Mingi’s thumb swirls around your nipple as it hardens to a peak. You silently thank yourself for deciding not to wear a bra tonight. “You can rip them open and fuck me in them for all I care, just keep doing that, ah.” You watch him work you, grinding into you, with a fucked out smile on his lips.

“Yes ma’am,” he chuckles, desire simmering deep in his eyes.

A shuddered exhale sounds from next to you and grabs your and Mingi’s attention.

“You two are really something,” Yunho praises from the comfort of his seat. Despite him being entirely untouched in your current situation, he looks just as flushed as Mingi. You let him have his fill of you, and watch his eyes roam over every inch of your full body. You don’t miss the hard outline of his cock through his jeans, either.

“Come here, Yunho,” you beckon to him, gesturing for him to come closer. The moment he’s within grabbing distance, you thread your fingers through his dark hair and bring his mouth to yours.

“Mm,” he rumbles against your lips, a hand immediately falling on the small of your back to help guide your hips against Mingi, grinding your core in earnest along his cock.

“Oh, fuck,” you whine at the sensation. “I need more, Mingi, please.” Yunho’s lips slide down to your neck, lingering over where he discovered last night is a sensitive spot, causing your grip in his hair to tighten. The feeling of his mouth on you almost pushes you over the edge, until Mingi pulls his hand away from your breast.

“Mhm,” he coos, relying on Yunho to keep your hips moving so he can focus on giving you what you need.

He starts slow, careful fingers slipping beneath the hem of your shirt. He slides his hands beneath the fabric, palming both of your breasts with hot hands. He leans forward, kissing your belly where your shirt has started to ride up. His deep eyes burn with want, boring into yours as he takes the hem of your shirt between his teeth. He continues to work you as he pulls your shirt up with his mouth, further and further until your breasts are exposed. Or, as exposed as they can be with his hands cradling them. The callouses on his palms brush over your nipples, and you cry out, leaning on Yunho for support.

“Feel good, sweetheart?” He murmurs in your ear before kissing your temple, the soft gesture so wildly different from everything else transpiring between you.

“Yes, god,” you nod, leaning into his touch. As Yunho peppers your skin with soft kisses, Mingi dips down to catch your nipple in his mouth.

”Oh.” Your head falls back at the feeling, and you absentmindedly wrap a hand around the back of his neck to hold him there, letting your lust take over. He chuckles as his teeth graze over your sensitive peak, earning another whine from you.

Being intimate with these two feels like a waltz— they work together to please you, guiding you through the steps, and you follow their lead. Mingi keeps his mouth wrapped around your nipple and brings his hands back to firmly grip your hips, taking complete control over their movement. He drags you over him again and again, immediately finding that perfect angle again to grind his solid cock against your clit through your panties.

“Just like that, fuck, Mingi.” The need in your center is intensifying with every roll of your hips, only made more all-consuming by Mingi's mouth.

Yunho grabs your attention with a groan, and you realize just how hard you’ve been gripping his hair since Mingi put his mouth on you. His eyes roll back in his head when you look at him, and when they come back in view you see how full of need they are.

Without thinking, you claim his mouth with yours, as if it were instinctual to do so. You release him, sliding your hand down his chest, diving lower to his belt buckle, but he stops you.

”Not yet,” he whispers breathlessly against your lips. When you pout back at him, the tone of his voice dips lower as he presses his forehead to yours. “If you take my cock out in this car, I can’t promise it won’t end up inside of you. And I can’t fuck you the way that you need me to in here.” He ghosts his lips over yours, barely touching. You feel his lips pull back into a smirk. “So… have a little patience, sweetheart.”

“God,” you whimper just before he kisses you again, hard and deep. His tongue slips into your mouth, and the three of you begin to move in a perfect rhythm together— Yunho guiding your hips while he consumes your mouth, your hips grinding into Mingi and your hands in his hair, Mingi pinching one nipple while lapping at the other… Every part of you has been craving their touch all night long, and now that you’re getting it, it’s almost too much.

Heat sears through your center, and every glide of your cunt over Mingi’s cock has you chasing release. Your lust is so all-consuming, you hardly hear the praise from your lovers.

“You’re so good for us,” Yunho says, his voice deep and breathy. “So fucking good.” He kisses you from your lips to your cheek, down the side of your neck, landing right on the sensitive spot by your collarbone. Your hips stutter at his words, but his hands keep guiding you firmly.

”You gonna come for us, gorgeous?” Mingi replaces his mouth with a thumb and forefinger, rolling both of your nipples between his skilled fingers. “I wanna see you,” he whispers.

“Yeah,” your thighs begin to burn as you rock your hips, but you keep going, your impending climax barely out of reach. “Fuck, I’m almost—“

Your words are cut off by Yunho’s slender fingers wrapping around your throat, squeezing gently, just like he did last night. He holds you, not firm enough to restrict your breathing, but enough to command your attention.

“Come, sweetheart,” he encourages you, rubbing his thumb down the side of your throat. “If you come for us, right here and now in this car, you can have anything you want tonight.”

Mingi nods and murmurs a soft “mhm,” drawing his bottom lip between his teeth.

“A-Anything?” Words are hard to find, your looming orgasm consuming every rational thought.

“Anything, angel,” Mingi coos, increasing his pressure on your nipples. The slight pain mixed with every other pleasurable sensation they’re giving you has you reeling, and you put all of your energy into grinding on his cock.

He shifts his hips slightly, just right, and your climax hits you like a tidal wave, washing over you and drowning you in its intensity. Yunho releases you, and you let your body collapse over Mingi, burying your face in his neck and bracing your hands on his shoulders. He wraps his strong arms around you, holding you tight, and you writhe against him as he continues to rock into you, easing you through. You feel an extra hand running soothing trails up and down your back.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Yunho coos, “good girl.”

“So good,” Mingi murmurs softly into your hair. “Our gorgeous girl.” He adjusts your shirt for you, covering your breasts, and cradles the back of your head, holding you tightly against him.

They spend the next several minutes whispering sweet nothings into your skin, their gentle hands never leaving your body. You come to the realization that never in your life have you felt as safe in the arms of a man as you do with these two. This, in combination with the comedown from your ecstasy, has something tightening in your throat.

”Dammit,” you sniffle, cursing yourself for letting your emotions surface in front of them again.

“Good tears or bad tears?” Yunho whispers, sounding unfazed by your crying. These two have really seen a wide range of you in your time together, and you somehow haven’t scared them off.

“Really, really good.” You look up at him, bleary eyed, letting a tear slip down your cheek. “What are you two doing to me?” His warm gaze wraps you in an air of love, the corners of his eyes creasing as he smiles at you. He brings a thumb to your cheek to wipe your tear away. You don’t know what tomorrow will hold for the three of you, or any day after that, but the thought of it makes your chest ache.

”Giving you what you deserve,” Mingi chimes in, leaning forward to press a kiss to your neck. He buries his face in your skin, and Yunho’s lips ghost over your forehead. Your tears begin to dry in the intimate bubble they hold you in, despite the fear lingering in the back of your mind. You know that you need to cherish this night together, and figure out the future afterwards… if your mind will allow it.

“We’re almost to the hotel,” Yunho offers after a few moments of silence wrapped in each other.

You try not to make it obvious that you’re anxious about keeping your distance from them on the walk from the car through the hotel, but Mingi must sense it in your silence.

“We just need to get to our room, and then we’re all yours for the rest of the night, baby.” He eases you off of his lap, his erection still straining to get out of his jeans, and you have to avert your gaze to stop yourself from jumping his bones again. He catches your avoidance and smirks, cocking his head to the side.

“You’re in charge tonight,” he reminds you, adjusting himself in his jeans. “Any big plans for us?”

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The moment Yunho and Mingi get you alone in the elevator, they’re so close to you, you can hardly breathe. The distanced walk from the car to the hotel felt impossibly long, and the second they could be in your bubble again, they jumped at the opportunity. Yunho throws an arm over your shoulder while Mingi wraps one of his around your waist, both of their scents intoxicating you.

Each ding of the elevator sounds farther and farther from the last, taunting you as it crawls upward.

You expect them to step away from you when the door opens. To your surprise, they don’t. Yunho peeks down at you from the corner of his eye, cheeks pulling into a grin at your widened eyes.

They keep their arms wrapped around you as you exit the elevator and turn down the hallway toward their room, and you continue to feel safe and protected in their space. Mingi has your bag, along with his own, hanging from his shoulder, and the sight of it makes something in your heart clench. Twenty-four hours ago these men were just strangers, idols you adored, and now they’re doting on you left and right, touching and kissing you every chance they get.

What about twenty-four hours from now?

The thought creeps into you like venom, tingling through your body as Mingi opens their door, and fully paralyzing you in your place once you make it into their room. You tried to keep it out of your mind, but you can’t ignore it any longer.

You’re going to more stops on their tour, but who’s to say they’ll meet you at each one? Would they even want to? Even then, your time is limited.

You stand motionless in their hotel room, staring at a piece of lint on the carpet while they whirl around you, shedding layers and masks, tidying up and putting their things away. You clench your hands at your sides, willing their sudden restlessness away. Voices muffle through the haze and into your ears, and you suddenly feel like you can’t breathe.

Someone says your name, but you can’t decipher whose voice it was. Breathe.

You can’t do this to yourself. You’re already dangerously infatuated with these two, and spending another night wrapped in the sheets with them will do no good for your heart in the long run. Breathe.

You’ve been in such a bubble for the last day, you hadn’t let your heart even dare to think about what follows your little fling. Breathe.

“Sweetheart?” Yunho’s voice cuts through the fog, and suddenly he’s crouched in front of you, searching your eyes. “Talk to us, where’d you go?”

The furrow in his brow, the pure concern in his eyes… You take a quick step back, and his hands drop to his sides.

“Baby…” Mingi whispers hesitantly. “What’s wrong?”

Deep breath.

“What happens tomorrow?”

Your thought escapes your lips with a mind of its own, and you know by the immediate silence that neither one of them was expecting the question. They look at each other, then back to you, their expressions unreadable aside from the lingering worry in their eyes.

“After tonight,” your throat tightens, and you clear it. “What am I to you?”

You glance expectantly between the two of them, pressing crescents into your palms, stopping yourself from reaching for them. The silence is deafening, and you find yourself wishing you’d let yourself continue your evening in ignorant bliss instead of letting your anxiety get the best of you.

“Tonight,” Yunho takes a hesitant step toward you, stealing a quick glance at Mingi, “and long after, you will be a radiant, beautiful woman whom we were lucky to cross paths with.” Another step. “And we’ll be the two losers you can’t seem to get rid of.” Mingi nods next to him, and his brown eyes shine with emotion.

Your shoulders drop, and the cord that was tightening in your chest begins to loosen.

“Who says I’d ever want to get rid of you?” Your voice comes out in a choked whisper, and Yunho moves.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he crosses the room to you in two long strides and pulls you into his chest. “we will figure something out, I promise.” You don’t let any tears fall, convincing yourself to believe him. You’ve never wanted anything more than to believe him.

“This is insane, you guys.” You melt into the strong arms wrapped around you, breathing him in deeply. “It’ll never work,” you whisper, more to yourself than to them. How could it?

“We’ll make it work.” Mingi watches you and Yunho, a soft smile tugging at his lips.”We know it feels impossible, and maybe a little insane,” he approaches the two of you. “But we aren’t done with you after tonight. Not in the slightest.” He rests a possessive hand on the back of your neck, rubbing a thumb into the same spot that made your eyes roll back earlier tonight.

“You’re stuck with us.” His deep voice sends goosebumps prickling up and down every inch of your skin.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“You’re crazy,” you smile lazily at the men towering over you, suddenly feeling lighter, the dark cloud of worry fading away.

“Crazy about you.” Yunho kisses the top of your head. Mingi shoves him gently for the corny line, but you all know you loved it. And that it’s true.

“You talked about this already, didn’t you?” You glance between them, noting their avoidance of eye contact with you. “You already decided this wasn’t it for us?”

Mingi pulls his lips between his teeth and looks expectantly at Yunho.

“We just didn’t know when or how to bring it up, sweetheart,” Yunho puts some space between the two of you, looking into your eyes. “You were always going to be a part of the conversation, of course, this isn’t just us we’re talking about,” he gestures between himself and Mingi, who nods in agreement.

“We wanted to talk about it right after the show,” Mingi chimes in, “but you were having such a good time with Woo and Sannie, and then they left and the dancing happened…and it just kind of… spiraled.” The tips of his ears redden, and his eyes travel down your body.

“I’m not complaining about that,” you shyly smile, head swimming with memories from the ride here. They must be thinking about it too, their eyes darkening and energy shifting.

They want you. Tonight isn’t your last night together, and they want you.

“Can we…”

You reach for both of them, struggling to find words. They welcome your touch, crowding around you.

“Can we talk about it tomorrow?” You glance between them, becoming increasingly aware of how hungry their gazes have turned, and yours must be mirroring theirs. “I just want to enjoy our night before we have to acknowledge the real world again.” You pull them closer to you, and Mingi’s head dips to bring his mouth to your neck.

“Of course,” Yunho lets out a restrained sigh as he drinks in the way your body responds to Mingi’s lips on you.

“What’s next?” Mingi asks, handing you the reins.

“You can have anything you want tonight,” Yunho’s voice from the car echos through your head.

The list of things you want to do with them is endless, but if tonight isn’t the end of you three, do you really want to ask for what you’re craving? What you’ve been fantasizing about since they entered your world a short day ago? You have time to experiment and explore with them…

But there’s no time like the present.

“I have some ideas,” you tease, squeezing your way between them, heading toward one of the beds in the room. “But I’m gonna keep a few to myself for now.”

“What have we done?” Yunho practically growls as he watches you spin around and plop down on the edge of the plush mattress. You lean back on your palms, arching your back in a way that has your skirt riding up your full thighs. “Can you be trusted with this much power, sweetheart?”

You spread your legs, making sure Mingi’s bite marks from last night are on display. You hear him exhale, and sure enough, his eyes are glued to them.

“Absolutely not,” you crook a finger at them, beckoning them toward you. “Come.”

You blink and Mingi is suddenly in front of you, dropping to his knees between your legs, splaying his hands wide across your thighs, eyes devouring every inch of you.

Yunho casually strolls up beside him, bringing a hand to cradle your face. You lean into his palm and he smiles, likely assuming he’ll have to wait his turn to get between your legs… but you have other plans.

“I want your mouth...” You put a finger under Mingi’s chin and lift it up, his full lips glistening under the dim light of the hotel room. His pupils are blown wide, all of his attention on you, hanging on your every word. You swipe your thumb across his bottom lip and he practically whines, nodding at your request. But then you look up at Yunho, using your free hand to loop a finger under his belt and pull him closer to you.

“…Both of you.”

Yunho lets out a deliciously low chuckle, considering your request for the briefest moment before bringing a hand to your knee, pulling your legs open even further to make more room.

“Whatever you want, doll.” He lowers to his knees next to his best friend, and you could faint at the sight of them. Knelt at your feet, shoulder to shoulder, flushed with desire… and eager.

”Go on then,” you purr.

You lift your hips for Yunho to strip you of your skirt, warm hands caressing your skin all the while. When he reaches for your tights, you stop him.

“Leave them on.”

Yunho tilts his head at you like a puppy, confusion painted across his face.

But Mingi must remember your words from the car ride here, because he chuckles. He pushes your thighs back, forcing your legs open wider, bringing a thumb to caress your swelling clit through your tights and panties. Your head lolls back at the contact, but it goes away as quickly as it came. Mingi slips his thumb under the netting of your tights and, with a tug, he tears them open, a devious smirk on his lips.

Yunho finally understands, and as Mingi rips the hole even bigger, Yunho takes it upon himself to do the same with your panties. In a few hurried movements, he tears the fabric at your hips and quickly discards it behind him, leaving you bare and wet before them. You must have a bewildered look on your face, because he assures you.

“I’ll buy you new ones.” He winks, then plunges two fingers deep inside of you. None of you have the patience for a slow start like last night.

“Fuck!” You cry out as he works his fingers deep inside of you, pulling one leg over his shoulder while Mingi does the same with the other, his lips finding the inside of your thigh. The two of them fall into a rhythm together, Yunho’s fingers pumping steadily in and out while Mingi’s mouth trails open mouthed kisses closer and closer to your center, both of them holding you open. Mingi is sure to be gentle over the bruises he left on you the night before, despite a part of you wishing he wouldn’t be.

When his lips finally wrap around your clit, you can’t stop the desperate sounds that claw their way up your throat. He licks you, skillfully sliding his tongue over and over your clit in time with Yunho’s fingers.

Part of you wants to lay back and enjoy the ecstasy working its way through your body, but you can’t tear your eyes away from them.

Yunho’s eyes are glued to where his fingers disappear inside of you, but Mingi’s stay on yours while he licks you. He groans as he tastes you, and the deep rumbling of his voice sends a rush of arousal to your center.

“You’re so wet for us, doll,” Yunho coos, curling his fingers inside of you. Mingi murmurs a “mhm,” into your cunt as he sucks your clit between his plush lips.

“Ah,” you rock your hips to meet their movements. “I-I’ve been thinking about this a-all night,” you admit, struggling to get the words out with the cloud of desire fogging your brain.

“So have we,” Yunho slows down but pushes in even deeper, and he watches your eyes roll back with a satisfied grin on his lips. “You have no idea.”

They continue to work your body until your chest is heaving and a sheen of sweat glistens on your forehead. You feel your climax building at the base of your spine, and can’t help but squeeze around Yunho’s fingers, earning a deep chuckle.

“She’s close,” he says to his best friend. “Should we switch?”

Mingi releases your throbbing clit with a pop, but Yunho immediately takes his place with his thumb, slowing his fingers to an achingly slow thrust, keeping you on a razor’s edge. Mingi captures your lips in a searing kiss, licking into your mouth with fervor. Tasting yourself on his tongue makes you dizzy, and so do the words that leave his mouth when he finally pulls away.

“I could stay between your legs all night long, baby,” he nudges your nose with his, his hands finding the hem of your shirt and swiftly pulling it up over your head. You whine when Yunho pulls his fingers from your cunt, but you shiver in the anticipation of what you know is coming. “Someday, I’m going to.” Mingi emphasizes his last word by filling you with two fingers.

Your cry is muffled as he crashes his lips into yours again, and he swallows the whimper you let out when Yunho’s tongue slides over your clit. Your hips jerk at the feeling, but Yunho presses a hand down on your lower belly to keep you in place, only making it all the more intense.

Mingi’s thicker fingers stretch you wide, burning deliciously for a brief moment before your wetness allows them to glide in and out with ease.

“You have wrecked us,” he kisses down the hinge of your jaw, to your collarbone. “You have absolutely wrecked us, angel– we are yours.” You feel Yunho nod in agreement against your inner thigh, and he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking gently.

Their movements turn slow and deep, keeping you on the edge, playing your body like an instrument they’ve mastered.

Mingi’s mouth travels to your nipple, and you fall back onto your elbows as his teeth graze over the peak. He curls his fingers inside of you with each thrust, going deeper and deeper. You dig your heel into Yunho’s back as he swirls the tip of his tongue around your swollen bud, and Mingi uses his free hand to palm your other breast.

“F-feels so good,” you watch them as the cord in your lower belly starts to wrap tighter and tighter. The sinful sounds of the three of you panting, Mingi’s fingers moving in and out of you, and Yunho’s groaning as he tastes you continue to push you closer and closer to your release.

“More, Mingi, please,” your head falls back as Yunho laps at you faster, and Mingi sucks your nipple into his mouth as he smoothly slides a third finger inside of you. “Fuck, I’m so close, ah!”

Your warning shifts their energy. Mingi’s fingers piston in and out of you with such determined force, you feel it in your stomach, and the pads of his fingers bump your G spot with each thrust. Yunho eats you like you’re his last meal, burying his face in you the best he can with Mingi’s hand moving under his chin.

“Give it to us, baby,” Mingi owns your attention with his gravelly command. “Our good girl,” he praises you. “Let go, come for us.”

“Oh, fuck,” you collapse on the mattress as the cord inside of you snaps without warning, and your body shakes as you let your orgasm have full control over you. Your fingers thread into Yunho’s dark hair and hold his mouth against you while he licks you softly, tenderly. Mingi holds his fingers knuckle deep inside of you, feeling your cunt squeeze around them while you come. You feel him drop back to the floor onto his knees, and he rests his forehead against your thigh. After a few moments of the three of you catching your breath, he slowly pulls his fingers from you, bringing his hand to rest on your hip.

“Wow,” he pants, peppering your skin with featherlight kisses.

Yunho presses one final kiss to your sex before doing the same. “Yeah, wow,” he agrees, and all you can do is smile.

You wipe a sweat-soaked strand of hair from your forehead before letting your legs fall, your toes barely touching the floor. You slowly push back up to a sitting position. Your head feels so fuzzy, but your thirst for them buzzes under your skin, and you have to see them, touch them.

They both look up at you through dark hooded eyes, mouths glistening with your arousal. Lust thrums through your body despite just having had an orgasm, and it takes on a mind of its own.

“Shirts off,” you command, suddenly aware of just how naked you are in comparison to them being fully clothed. They both obey with smirks on their faces, pulling their t-shirts off and tossing them away. “Thank you,” you grin, feeling another wave of hunger wash over you at the sight of them, their tan chests glistening with sweat and heaving with deep breaths. You reach for them, threading your fingers into their hair, pulling them both up to meet your mouth.

You kiss Yunho first, letting his tongue slip into your mouth, coating yours with the taste of yourself. You hear Mingi sigh as he watches the two of you, his fingers tightening where they rest on your hip before his lips connect with your throat. When Yunho’s mouth travels to your neck, Mingi’s comes up to kiss your lips, and they trade off, each taking their turn to kiss you over and over, fingers gliding over your skin and working you up into a needy mess. You kiss like this for a long while, each turn changing closer and closer to the last, until the three of you are pressed together in a tangled mess of tongues and wandering hands. Both of their mouths are on yours at the same time, and you lose track of where you end and where they begin.

You pull back to catch your breath, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with want, but that doesn’t stop them. When you remove yourself from the equation, you are surprised to see that Yunho and Mingi continue to kiss without you.

Mingi’s tongue slips into Yunho’s mouth, and he welcomes it, returning the favor. They keep their hands on you as they explore each others’ mouths, looking comfortable and familiar as they kiss. Yunho’s hand slides up your rib cage and wraps around your breast, while Mingi’s grips your hip.

When Yunho’s other hand slides around Mingi’s waist, you accidentally let out a sound that resembles a moan, and they break the kiss to look at you.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” Yunho suddenly looks and sounds shy, avoiding your eyes while a blush creeps across his cheeks. “Didn’t mean to get carried away.” He brushes his fingers over his lips, letting them linger. Mingi looks between the two of you, his lips swollen and parted.

“Holy shit,” you breathe, absentmindedly rocking your naked core against the bedding beneath you. “Have you… done that before?”

“Once or twice,” Mingi teases, a crooked grin plastered across his face in contrast to Yunho’s shy smile that he’s desperately trying to hide, the tips of his ears burning red.

“Interesting,” you tease, logging that in your brain. “We will come back to that later,” you reach for Yunho and he melts into your touch, keeping one hand on you and another on his best friend.

“It’s okay,” you whisper, sliding your thumb across his bottom lip. “If you’re worried about me being bothered, I need you to push that thought as far out of your head as it can possibly go.”

He nods, immediately trusting that you’re true to your word. He leans into you just close enough that the tips of your noses brush, and the lingering scent of sex on his mouth makes you dizzy.

“Can I fuck you, sweetheart?” Yunho asks, his lips barely touching yours.

“Only if I get to taste you first,” you counter, sliding your hand down the firm plane of his chest, over his taut stomach, and to the buckle of his belt. He smiles against your lips, nodding wordlessly. You make quick work of his buckle and zipper, slipping your hand into his jeans to stroke his rock solid length over his boxer briefs. He sighs at the feeling, and you know he’s been patiently waiting for you to touch him.

“Can I watch?” Mingi interrupts, his jeans already unzipped and open, his erection straining against his underwear.

“Actually,” your free hand slips down to palm Mingi’s cock through the fabric of his underwear and he shudders an exhale. “I was hoping you’d… fuck me, while I take care of Yunnie.”

Mingi laughs lowly as you feel both of them. “With the ripped tights still on, I’m assuming?” He teases you although he already knows the answer, and your shy smile gives him his answer. “I should’ve known you had a plan.”

“Take these off,” you give them both one last stroke before removing your hands and scooting back onto the mattress. “And get up here.”

They both scramble up from the floor, quickly stripping their pants and boxers, and your mouth waters when their cocks finally spring free. You shift up onto your knees, sitting back on your calves while you gesture for Yunho to lay down in the middle of the mattress.

He does what you want, stretching out right next to you, settling back into the fluffy pillows. His cock rests against his stomach, solid and leaking, and you swear you’re drooling. You brush a stray strand of hair from his forehead, then give him a quick kiss before moving to kneel between his legs.

“You up for giving him another show, baby?” You call to Mingi as he crawls up onto the bed, settling behind you, wrapping a possessive arm around your waist. You lean back into his chest, and tilt your head to one side, feeling his solid cock pressing against your ass. He drops a kiss to your shoulder before biting you teasingly, soothing the spot with his tongue.

“Anytime, gorgeous.” His fingers trail down your stomach and slip between your legs, teasing your entrance. Yunho watches the two of you, entranced, and his cock twitches against his stomach, a pearlescent bead forming at its tip. You let Mingi touch you for a brief moment, but ultimately your desire to have Yunho’s cock in your hands wins.

You bend over, pressing your ass into Mingi as you run your hands up Yunho’s thighs. His breath catches in his throat when you finally wrap your hand around the base of his thick cock, and you stroke him slowly from base to tip, rolling your wrist.

Meanwhile, Mingi slips his hand between your legs from behind you, and you spread them wide, giving him ample room to press two fingers at your opening. You don’t give him the chance to tease you, and you push back, forcing his fingers deep inside you. He chuckles in understanding, and quickly finds a rhythm.

“You two are, ah–” Yunho groans as you suck his tip into your mouth. “You two are such teases.”

You release him with a pop, licking your lips while you hold eye contact with him. You dip low, lapping at the base of his cock, slowly moving your way back up to the tip, and you swirl your tongue around it before taking him fully. You take his cock as deep as you can, breathing through your nose and pushing lower and lower until his tip bumps the back of your throat.

“Fuck,” his eyes roll back when you squeeze your hand around the base. “Feels so good, ah.” He lets out the prettiest sounds as you take him, pulling back up to the tip, then back down again.

“I’m gonna fuck you now, okay angel?” Mingi asks from behind you and you nod, offering a muffled “mhm” around Yunho’s cock. You bob up and down, and feel Mingi notching his tip at your entrance, slowly pushing in. You pull off of Yunho for a moment to really feel Mingi filling you, stroking Yunho’s cock as he does. With a final thrust, he fills you completely, and you both sigh at the feeling.

He begins to fuck you, and you lay your head on Yunho’s stomach while you adjust to the feeling, your hand stroking Yunho at the same pace as Mingi thrusts into you.

“God, baby, you feel fucking incredible,” he praises you, hands gripping your hips so tight, you want there to be fingerprint shaped bruises on you tomorrow. “Look so good taking me, these fucking tights, fuck,”

“Our perfect girl,” Yunho brushes your hair from your face as you prop yourself up to take him back into your mouth. You lick the sensitive underside of his tip, then take him to the back of your throat again. “Ah, so pretty when she’s stuffed full of us.”

You feel so full, Mingi’s cock hitting the perfect spot inside of you while Yunho fills your mouth. You suck him messily, spit bubbling at the corners of your mouth while you take him deeper and deeper down your throat. You feel like your body is on fire, every nerve ending so sensitive to their touch.

Mingi fucks you so hard, each time his hips thrust into yours, you feel his balls hitting your swollen clit. The sensation makes you whine around Yunho, and you feel another orgasm swelling deep inside of you. You’re not ready to come yet– you have one more thing you want to do tonight, if they’re willing. Who knows if you’ll ever have the chance again after tonight?

You pull off of Yunho, spit connecting your mouth to his cock, but Mingi quickly pulls you up to press you into his sweat-slicked chest. “I want to fill you up so badly, but I have a feeling you have more plans for us tonight,” he growls into your ear, slowing his thrusts just enough that you can think a little more clearly.

“I-I do,” you tell him, rocking back into him to meet his hips. Yunho watches the two of you with a burning gaze, squeezing the base of his cock.

“I want b-both of you,” you confess. “At the same time, please.” Yunho’s eyes widen, and Mingi’s cock twitches inside of you. “If you want–”

“How?” Mingi’s question is genuine, his voice calm. His hips have almost stopped completely, seemingly trying to process your request. But you have answers.

“I want to ride Yunho,” you start, feeling a little shy about the second part.

“Go ahead, sweetheart,” Yunho allows himself to lazily stroke his cock while he waits for you. “Tell us what you want.”

Mingi’s reassuring hands hold you tight, letting you know he’s not going anywhere.

“A-And, I want Mingi…”

In your moment of hesitation, he slips a hand between your bodies, softly pressing his thumb against your ass. The slightly unfamiliar sensation has you shivering, but your center throbs harder with need.

“Here?” He questions, teasing you with his thumb. Your head falls back against his chest at the feeling, and you nod. “You want me in your ass?” His voice is so dangerously low, you feel dizzy.

“Y-Yes, please,” you push off of him to straddle Yunho and he lets you go. “I’ve only done it once before, so we can go slow.” Yunho’s hands find your hips, and he holds you so firmly that he wordlessly demands your attention.

“Y/n, are you sure?” He asks, searching your eyes for confirmation.

“I’m one hundred percent sure,” you assure him. “I trust you both, and I know we can stop if I change my mind.”

“Damn right,” Mingi agrees, “we’ll go as slow as you need, and if it gets to be too much, you can tell us to stop.”

You look to Yunho, trying to gauge what he’s thinking. “Is this also something you’ve been thinking about all day?” He asks, a knowing grin on his lips.

“Maybe,” you slowly lower your body onto him, sliding your cunt up the length of his cock. He sighs at the feeling.

“Then let’s do it.” He reaches for you, and you lean down toward him. He wraps a hand around the back of your neck, bringing you down to kiss him. You lift your hips as he licks into your mouth, and you feel him lining his cock up with your entrance. As soon as you feel his tip slip inside, you let him guide your hips down until he’s fully seated inside you.

The stretch feels incredible, and you sit there for a moment, rocking your hips slowly to get used to the feeling. Mingi sidles up behind you, laying a comforting hand across your back. “Whenever you’re ready baby, I’ll start getting you ready for me.” You nod, starting to bounce on Yunho’s cock, willing yourself to loosen up a little bit and shed your nerves.

Yunho’s thumb finds your clit, and you melt, your body relaxing into all of their soothing touches.

“Go ahead,” you tell Mingi, glancing back at him and nodding. “I’m ready.”

“Tell me to slow down or stop altogether if you need.” He presses an open mouthed kiss to the middle of your back as you lean down to kiss Yunho again. Yunho keeps a thumb pressed to your clit, rubbing you not with the intention to bring you to another orgasm, but to keep you calm. Mingi tears your tights open further, exposing your backside to him fully.

Yunho’s tongue slides into your mouth, and his hands hold you firmly still on his cock as you feel Mingi’s finger on your ass. He must’ve slipped it into his mouth prior, because it feels slick as it prods at your hole. He teases you, pushing in the tiniest bit by bit, Yunho’s thumb on your clit and cock inside of you making it feel effortless. You never thought in a million years you’d be so relaxed in this scenario. After a few moments, he manages to press his whole finger inside, and pumps in and out very slowly. You don’t know how you’ll manage to be coherent with his cock inside of you, because just his finger has you feeling delirious.

“Doing okay, baby?”

“Mhm,” you manage to get out, pulling back to find Yunho’s eyes, needing something to remind you this is real. “Really, really good.”

“You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” Yunho praises you, cradling your face gently in his hand, supporting you with everything he has. He continues to slide his thumb over your clit, and his cock pulses inside of you.

“I’m gonna add another finger, okay?” Mingi rubs a soothing hand down your spine and you nod. “Let me hear your words, baby.”

“Yes, okay,” you manage, letting your eyes fall shut.

You feel another finger prodding at your ass, and after a few more minutes of torturously slow pumping, Mingi has both buried deep inside.

“I’m gonna get you nice and ready, okay?” He continues to hold you tenderly with his free hand, and you’ve never felt so protected and cared for.

“Okay,” you sigh, letting Yunho hold you. He lifts your hips slightly and plants his feet on the mattress to rock into you from underneath, the added pleasure of him fucking into you making you feel all the more ready for Mingi.

Mingi scissors his fingers inside of you, stretching you open while Yunho fucks you. You’ve never felt pleasure like this before, and you know you’ll be chasing this feeling again in the future with them.

“Fuck,” you whine when Yunho’s cock reaches deep inside you. “Mingi, I’m ready, please,” you reach behind you, grasping for any part of him you can reach. You find his arm, and dig your nails in. “I want you,”

“Okay, baby, okay, I got you,” he coos as he slowly pulls his fingers out.

Yunho stops, burying himself deep inside and pulling you down over him again, your breasts pressed against his chest. “Say the word, and we’ll stop,” he reminds you, and you nod. “You look so fucking beautiful right now.” You can’t help but smile at his words, wondering what his perspective of you must look like at this moment.

“Ready?” Mingi asks, continuing to be so gentle with your body.

“Mhm,” you lay your head on Yunho’s chest, listening to his heartbeat as you feel the tip of Mingi’s cock press at the opening of your ass. “Slow,” you remind him.

“Slow,” he repeats.

Yunho holds you close, staying buried deep inside of you as Mingi presses inside. Just the tip at first, stretching you in a way you’ve never felt before. It stings for just a moment, then the pain melts into searing pleasure.

“More,” you pant.

He gives you more. He pushes further inside, bit by bit, waiting for your cue each time, until his cock is fully seated inside of you.

The three of you stay like that for a long moment, both of your lovers buried so deep inside of you, gentle hands rubbing soothing trails over every inch of your skin.

“You still with us, beautiful?” Yunho’s voice brings you back to earth.

“Yes,” you sigh, feeling so light. “Move, please.”

“You stay put, we’ll do all the work,” Mingi pulls out, still moving slowly, almost all the way to the tip before pushing back inside.

“Fuck, I can feel you,” Yunho groans. Mingi chuckles in response and you swear Yunho rolls his eyes at his friend.

They help you get to a level where they can both comfortably fuck you, and they hold you steady in that position. Yunho’s thumb resumes its attention to your clit, and you fully hand yourself over to them.

They both start moving, and it is a sensation you’ve never felt. You feel so impossibly full, and drunk with pleasure. Despite this being an entirely new experience for all three of you, you still fall into the familiar dance, finding the perfect rhythm that has all of you panting and moaning together.

“So fucking good,” Mingi’s deep voice growls from behind you as he starts to be a lot less gentle with you… finally. “You take us so well, fuck,”

“Perfect,” Yunho coos, palming one of your breasts with his free hand, and massaging your clit with purpose with the other. His cock bumps that tender spot deep inside you with each thrust, and you know you aren’t lasting nearly as long as you’d like to.

They fuck into you in earnest, taking everything you have to give them.

Mingi bends over your form, trailing kisses up your spine as he fucks you. He wraps his arm around you, and pulls you back against him, holding you flush against his chest.

“You’re ours,” Mingi growls as he buries his teeth in the soft skin of your shoulder. You cry out at the feeling, your climax threatening to break through. You nod, whimpering as you try to process every sensation you’re feeling.

“Say it, beautiful,” Yunho encourages you, increasing the pace with which he swirls his thumb around your clit.

“I’m yours,” you choke out, “you have ruined me for anyone else, I want you, I am yours.” You ramble on and on in a delirious, lust-clouded haze, and they murmur soft words of praise into your skin as they both pump into you in harmony with each other.

The way that they’re handling you tonight feels more intimate than last night. Whether it’s the promise of something in your future together or the familiarity that you have by it being your second time together… This doesn’t feel like last night, no– this feels like making love.

The realization nearly pushes you over the edge, and you can feel that they’re getting close too.

“I’m– fuck, I’m almost there,” you whine, hardly able to keep yourself upright anymore. Mingi holds you firmly in his arms, supporting your weight.

They both agree in unison, and you all begin chasing climax.

Mingi is the first to come, pumping deep inside of you, hot release filling your ass as he groans your name. Yunho follows moments after, stilling inside of you, his cock pulsing inside your cunt as his release fills you up, too. His thumb circles your clit, once, twice, thrice more, and you’re joining them.

Both of their names fall from your lips over and over as you fall apart in their arms, your body shaking with the intensity of your orgasm. You collapse over Yunho, and their hands are instantly soothing your sensitive skin, holding you gently. They cover your body in light kisses, slipping out of you carefully, easing your exhausted body into the blankets. They crowd around you, nestling you between them, hands never leaving your skin. After blissful moments of post-coital silence, Mingi has to be the one to break it.

“I told you you’d be screaming both of our names tonight,” he says.

“Of course the first thing you have to say after all of that is teasing,” you lightly smack his chest and he laughs. Yunho joins him.

After another beat of silence, Mingi continues. “You were incredible.”

Your lids feel heavy, but you force them to stay open to look at him. “You were both incredible.” You look between them, your heart swelling at the adoration in both of their eyes. “I’ve never felt anything like that before,” you continue. “And you made it feel so easy, I felt so safe, and–” Your voice catches in your throat at the admission, and you realize how well and truly fucked you are if these two ever decide to call this quits.

Yunho senses your shift, and his arm tightens around you. “We will always make you feel safe, y/n. Promise.” He smiles at you.

“Always,” Mingi agrees. “Now, can we get cleaned up? I’m itching for some food and snuggles.”

Your body is spent, but they insist on helping you get washed up for bed. You step under the hot spray with Yunho while Mingi runs down to your room to grab you a set of your pajamas.

“How are you feeling?” Yunho asks as he lathers your hair with shampoo, taking breaks to press soft kisses to your shoulders and cheeks.

“Incredible,” you let your eyes close while he rinses the bubbles out. “But exhausted… and nervous.” You’ve been really trying not to be too hopeful about what the future holds, but as the sunrise quickly approaches it’s getting harder to ignore. You don’t know what has happened in the last day, but you suddenly can’t picture life without these two.

“We are too,” he confesses, moving on to conditioner.

“You are?”

“Of course,” he pulls you into his arms, rubbing circles into your back with his fingers. “Being in a relationship when you do what we do is really fucking hard.” He brings his hands to your face, cradling them, tilting your head back to look up at him. “But you are worth it, and we will do everything in our power to make it easy for you.”

“Is that what we are?” You wrap your arms around his waist. “In a relationship?”

“I think that’s something we should discuss all three of us, but,” he dips low to softly kiss your lips. “If you’ll have us… we’d really like that.”

“Hm,” you muse, “my two boyfriends, Yunho and Mingi,” you smile against his lips. “I like the sound of that.”

“Me too, sweetheart.”

You finish up your shower and Mingi takes one of his own while you and Yunho get into your pajamas for the night. A delicious room service dinner and a short movie later, the three of you are in bed, snuggled up under the soft bedding. You lay with your back tucked against Yunho’s chest, and Mingi brushes his nose against yours, an arm thrown around both of you.

“Did you think we’d come out of this tour with a girlfriend?” Mingi asks, and Yunho laughs behind you, nuzzling into your neck.

“No way, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.” His voice is laced with sleep, and sure enough, a few short minutes later he’s softly snoring behind you. That leaves you and Mingi, holding each other, just as you did last night.

“I’m scared,” you whisper into the darkness after long moments of silence.

“There’s nothing to be scared of, baby,” Mingi assures you, pulling you close, tucking you against his chest. “We’ll do what it takes to make this work.”

“That’s what Yunho said, too.” You huff out a laugh, knowing they’re on the same page and endlessly determined.

“And he’s right.” You tilt your head up just enough for Mingi to nuzzle his nose against your cheek. He kisses you softly, letting his lips linger against your skin. “We don’t care how crazy it sounds, but we adore you and we don’t want to let you go.”

“I don’t want you to let me go either,” you confess. “I want this. So badly.”

“Then you’ll have it.” You can hear the smile in his voice. “We’ll find a way.”

“Promise?” You whisper.

“Promise.”

You drift off, held between your two lovers, hearts full of the promise of your future together.

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