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Hi! How r u?♡
Saw u asking for requests and if it's k, can we have some roothing fluff with Wonwoo? It can be anything. But I think I'd be obssessed with a best friends to lovers
Thank u!!
Ruin the friendship ⋆.˚
synopsis ᝰ.ᐟ ⤷ So my advice is always ruin the friendship better that than regret it for all time pairing ᝰ.ᐟ ⤷ Jeon Wonwoo x F!reader warnings ᝰ.ᐟ ⤷ ??
Ce's note 💌 : sorry if it took so long! enjoy >.< I'm not sure if I really understand what you're asking for, but here it is.
The classroom was louder than usual. Since it was break time, students were doing everything except reviewing for their upcoming long test in their major subject. Someone was blasting music at full volume, a group of friends was arguing over some random pencil, and half of the students were busy cramming reviewers at their seats.
Meanwhile, I was just zoning out by the window, questioning every decision I had ever made in life.
“I’m going to fail, then I won’t get rich, and then—”
Suddenly, the chair beside me scraped against the floor before a familiar hand placed an iced matcha latte on my table.
“You’re being dramatic again. You say that every week.”
I slowly turned my head and stared at my best friend, Wonwoo, with tired, blank eyes.
“Because every week feels like my last. They’re killing me,” I groaned.
“That’s dramatic.” I heard him chuckle softly. I rolled my eyes at him.
“Yet you still bought me my dear matcha, though.” He ignored my comment and finally sat beside me, pulling out my practice sheet from underneath my book. His eyebrows furrowed immediately.
“You didn’t answer anything. What is this? A painting to stare at?” he teased.
“I was waiting for motivation to come,” I shrugged.
“You had a week, y/n.”
“Yeah, I was waiting for stronger motivation to motivate me.” That made him laugh.
God.
I hated how that stupid laugh was seriously becoming a huge problem for me.
Fine. I’ll admit it.
I had a crush on him.
But I won’t tell you it’s been years.
“Come here.” Wonwoo adjusted his glasses before slowly pulling my chair closer to his.
“Huh? Why?” I asked, confused.
“I’ll teach you before you embarrass both of us.”
My eyes widened dramatically. “That’s so mean, Jeon Wonwoo.”
“As your seatmate, your grades affect me emotionally.”I tried not to smile at that. He’s always like this. Acting like he cared—
“As your seatmate…”
Right. I forgot about that part.
As he started explaining the lesson beside me, the classroom noise slowly faded into the background. Wonwoo knew me too well. He never failed to speak calmly whenever I panicked over something. And maybe that was exactly why I was so hopelessly into him.
“Hey, still confused?” He waved a hand in front of my face after noticing my silence.
I blinked quickly. “No. I’m listening. Trust me.” He smirked. “Really? You’ve been staring at me for the past forty seconds.” All the blood rushed to my face.
“I was not! Stop assuming,” I defended myself quickly while looking away.
“You were.”
“I was thinking!”
“Hmm?” He leaned slightly closer. “While staring at my lips?”
I choked on absolutely nothing.
Wait.
My eyes were on his lips?
Wonwoo glanced at me with clear amusement in his eyes, and God knew I hated him for it.
Well… not really.
Maybe a little.
Okay, not at all.
“You’re actually insane,” I muttered.
“Mhm.”
The corners of his lips lifted slightly before he returned to his normal expression like he didn’t just make my heart do backflips inside my chest on a random Tuesday morning. I immediately stood up from my seat.
“I can’t do this anymore. Seungkwan, throw your friend away! He’s getting on my nerves.” I massaged my forehead, trying to hide my burning face before walking outside the classroom to cool down.
“You forgot your paper.”
I opened my eyes and saw Wonwoo standing in front of me, holding my blank worksheet while the other hand rested inside his pocket.
“Keep it,” I muttered dramatically.
“So you’re giving up?” I nodded. “I’m finally giving up on life.” His laugh echoed again. That stupid, stupid laugh.
“You’re blushing,” he teased.
“I’m not! It’s just hot here.”
“Mhm.”
“Whatever. I hate you.” Before I could walk away, I heard him mumble,
“You say that a lot for someone who keeps staring at my mouth.” I gasped dramatically before marching back into the classroom.
++
I didn’t sit beside Wonwoo during lunch.I didn’t have the courage to after he caught me staring at him like some lovesick idiot. I was currently lying face-down on my desk, muttering nonsense to myself while questioning my entire existence.
“Bro, just confess already.” Soonyoung nudged my elbow.
“TO WHO? I DON’T LIKE ANYONE.” The entire cafeteria went quiet for two seconds.
Oops.
“It’s your fault, Hosh,” I grumbled while hiding my face inside my hoodie. “Why me?!” he whined dramatically. Mingyu stared at me like I was the dumbest person alive.
“You literally look at Wonwoo like we’re not even in the same classroom as you.”
“I do not!”
“Yes, you do,” Seungkwan cut in immediately. “It’s honestly disgusting at this point.” I groaned loudly. “Why are you all attacking me?”
“Because you’re hopeless!” Seungkwan snapped dramatically. “And he likes you too!”
“He does not.”
“Girl, WE CAN SEE IT!”
Hoshi and Mingyu burst into laughter at Seungkwan’s frustrated expression.
“He looks at you like you’re the only girl around,” Seungkwan continued. “Do you notice how he talks to other girls? He’s literally nonchalant with everyone except you.”
“Kwan, calm down,” Soonyoung laughed while holding his shoulder. “Let her realize it herself. She’s still in her denial stage.”
“One day,” Seungkwan sighed dramatically, “you two are either going to end up together or become each other’s biggest ‘what if.’”
I slumped against my chair.
“He doesn’t like me. Trust me. I know his type.” And it definitely wasn’t me. Back in tenth grade, Wonwoo once said he would never date a close friend because he didn’t want to ruin the friendship. And unfortunately for me?I was his best friend.
++
“Excuse me?”
I turned around and saw a student awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.
“I’m new here,” he said shyly. “Do you know where the library is?”
“Oh, yeah.”
I explained the directions quickly while he listened carefully. “Third floor, then turn right, then left. You’ll see it immediately.” He smiled softly.
“Thank you.”
“No problem.”
“Done flirting?” I turned around and immediately saw Wonwoo standing behind me.
“Huh? I wasn’t flirting with him,” I defended quickly. “He was asking for directions.” Wonwoo walked beside me.
“Mom asked if you wanted to have dinner with us tonight.” Normally, I would’ve agreed immediately. But after everything lately? Absolutely not.
“I can’t. I have something to do.”
“By ‘something,’ what exactly?”
I froze.
“…School stuff.” He raised an eyebrow.
“As far as I know, we’re in the same class and we have nothing due.” I avoided his eyes.
“I just… have things to do.” I immediately tried walking away, but he suddenly grabbed my wrist. I stumbled slightly and accidentally bumped into his chest.
Too close. Way too close.
“What are you doing?” I whispered nervously.
“Are you avoiding me?”
My breath hitched. “I-I’m not.”
“Really?” He leaned slightly closer. “Because it feels like you are.” I looked away immediately before he could notice how red my face had gotten.
“You’re overthinking.”
“Then why won’t you even look at me properly anymore?” His voice became quieter this time. And somehow, that hurt more.
“You know what hurts the most?” he asked softly.
I stayed silent.
“You stopped looking for me first.”
My chest tightened immediately. “Wonwoo—”
“Did I do something wrong?” I quickly shook my head. “You didn’t.”
“Then stop avoiding me.”
God.
Why was he making this so hard?
++
Weeks passed, and avoiding Wonwoo became exhausting. Especially because he always saved the seat beside him in every class. And every single time, I ignored it. Instead, I sat beside Junhui, the new student.
“I don’t understand anything,” Junhui whispered dramatically during class.
I laughed quietly. “That’s because you sleep through every lecture.”
“Because it’s boring.”
“Class dismissed.”
“Yah, Junhui! Where are you going?!” He waved lazily before disappearing immediately. I sighed while packing my things.
Then—
“y/n.”
I froze.
“Can we talk?”
++
“Cheesecake?” Wonwoo looked up from the menu.I nodded tiredly.
We had just finished a long quiz, and honestly, my brain felt dead. An awkward silence settled between us after we sat down. Then Wonwoo finally spoke.
“You’re avoiding me.” Straight to the point. Of course. I stayed silent.
“Do we have a problem?” he asked quietly. “Because honestly? I’m starting to get upset.” I looked down at my hands. “You spend more time with that guy than me now.”
Oh.
So he noticed everything too.
“Do you like him?”
My head snapped up immediately. “Of course not!”
Wonwoo leaned back slightly. “Then why are you avoiding me?”
Because I like you.
Because every little thing you do affects me too much.
Because I’m scared.
But instead, I just whispered, “I’m busy.”
“You said that two weeks ago.”
Silence.
Then suddenly—
“Fuck it, y/n. Just tell me.” His frustrated sigh made my chest ache.
“I don’t like that guy,” I muttered.
“Then stop talking to him.”
“We’re friends.”
“And what are we?” I froze. Wonwoo stared at me seriously.
“Are we strangers now?”
“No—”
“Because it feels like it.” His voice softened. “It’s been years, y/n.”
That was it. I broke. “That’s the problem, Wonwoo.”
He went silent immediately.
“I don’t see you as my best friend anymore.” His expression slowly fell.
“I like you, okay?” I laughed humorlessly. “I like you so much that it’s embarrassing.” I swallowed hard. “And I hate that everything you do feels normal to you while I’m over here overthinking every little thing.” My eyes burned.
“That’s why I’ve been avoiding you. I was trying to get rid of my feelings before I ruined everything between us.” Silence. Complete silence.
Without thinking, I stood up immediately and walked out of the café. Perfect timing. Rain started pouring heavily outside. People stared at me while I walked aimlessly under the rain, but I didn’t care anymore.
I ruined everything.
“Wait!”
Suddenly, someone grabbed my wrist.
Wonwoo.
“I like you too, y/n.”
I froze.
Rain soaked his hair while he looked at me breathlessly.
“Do you know how hard it was pretending I was okay these past few weeks?” His grip softened. “I thought you were tired of me.”
My chest tightened painfully.
“And seeing you with someone else was driving me insane.” I stared at him speechlessly.
“Huh?” Wonwoo laughed softly. “I said I like you too, dummy.” I immediately pushed him away lightly.
“I hate you.”
“You don’t.”
Unfortunately? He was right.
++
We ended up at his dorm since it was closer, completely drenched from the rain. Wonwoo lent me one of his hoodies and sweatpants that were obviously too big on me. After showering, we ended up lying on his bed while the rain echoed softly outside.
“So…” he started quietly.
“Hm?”
“Can I court you properly?” I laughed.
“We’ve literally known each other for years.”
“I know.” He smiled softly at me. “But I still want to do things properly.” My cheeks warmed.
“I want to prove that I’m serious about you,” he continued quietly. “I’ll never get tired of loving you.”
God. This man was dangerous.
“Okay,” I whispered shyly.
Wonwoo smiled so softly it almost made my heart explode.
“Thank you.” Then he gently kissed my forehead.
“You know,” he mumbled sleepily afterward.
“Hm?”
“You stared at my lips for forty seconds and still took months to confess.” I gasped dramatically before smacking his chest. His laughter immediately filled the room. And somehow, for the first time in weeks—Everything finally felt okay.
++
Meanwhile…
Mr. Boo: WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?
Sent a photo. (😮 2)
Tiger Hosh: WOAH???
Dawg Gyu: WHY DO YOU TWO LOOK LIKE YOU’RE FILMING A K-DRAMA???
Mr. Boo:WHY ARE THEY HUGGING IN THE RAIN???
Tiger Hosh: WAIT OMG THEY CONFESSED DIDN’T THEY???
Dawg Gyu: WHERE IS Y/N???
WHY ISN’T SHE REPLYING???
Mr. Boo: OH MY GOD THEY’RE PROBABLY TOGETHER RIGHT NOW
Tiger Hosh: I KNEW IT!!!
I DESERVE CREDIT FOR THIS RELATIONSHIP
Mr. Boo: YOU DID ABSOLUTELY NOTHING
Tiger Hosh: EMOTIONAL SUPPORT COUNTS
Dawg Gyu: Should we pretend to be surprised tomorrow?
Mr. Boo: No. I want them embarrassed.
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Hi, everyone! ＼(^-^)／ since I'm not that active, I want y'all to request whatever you want ( except for smut coz I don't write that ). This way, I think I'll be more productive since it's from you guys hehe >.< It can be poly or solo ! Thank you ! 💌
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You can send it on my profile! Just tap the ' Cel's mail 💌 ' and I'll reply to y'all ! 🧸
･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐀 ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.
(n.) a place where you feel safe and at home, where you are your most authentic self; a place from which your strength is drawn.
everyone has needs. and everyone deserves to have those needs fulfilled. alphas have ruts. omegas have heats. do they not deserve partners? should they suffer in pain through their cycles because of biology? Alpha and Omega Services were created for this very reason, to help those who need it. you signed up to be a Service Omega months ago, and you’re happy with this life, helping your clients get through their ruts to the best of your capability.
but something is missing.
when a team of professional volleyball players request a Service Omega to help them through game season, you agree to the job, hoping the change in pace might help you break this strange emptiness. but the feeling only deepens, grows, along with a whole bunch of other emotions you are not ready to handle.
pairing: ot13 x reader
category: omegaverse au, a/b/o dynamics, sports au: volleyball, polyamory
status: completed
total word count: 72.5k
content warnings: omega!reader, fem!reader, this is set entirely in omegaverse so read at your own risk! exploration of secondary gender and pack dynamics, ruts, heats, knots and scenting. angst, fluff and smut. insecurity, the feeling of being lonely, abandoned, hurt, being ‘othered’. jealousy, some hostility. unprotected sex, nsfw, mentions of breeding, mating, knotting, omega subspace, multiple orgasms. there’s love between all subgenders. all members of seventeen are featured: alpha - seungcheol, jeonghan, junhui, soonyoung, wonwoo, seokmin, mingyu, hansol. beta - joshua, chan. omega - jihoon, minghao, seungkwan.
𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐗
☆ prologue (wc: 1.4k)
☆ chapter 1 - (wc: 7.2k)
☆ chapter 2 - (wc: 8.9k)
☆ chapter 3 - (wc: 8.3k)
☆ chapter 4 - (wc: 9k)
☆ chapter 5 - (wc: 8.4k)
☆ chapter 6 - (wc: 9k)
☆ chapter 7 - (wc: 8.6k)
☆ chapter 8 - (wc: 9k)
☆ epilogue - (wc: 2.7k)
𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒
☆ seungkwan + vernon-focus (wc: 4.9k)
☆ seungcheol-focus (wc: 3.7k)
Military Wife ── ⟢ ・⸝⸝
synopsis ᝰ.ᐟ
⤷ being a military wife is kinda hard, ins't?
pairing ᝰ.ᐟ
⤷ Kwon soonyoung x f!reader x Lee jihoon
warnings ᝰ.ᐟ
⤷ slightly suggestive & a few curse word !
“Hoshi-yah? How are you, love?” I spoke through the phone. I was currently talking to my boyfriend, Hoshi, who had already been in the military for 10 months. He called me during his short break, saying he only had around 10 minutes to talk.
“I miss you and Uji so much~” he whined dramatically.
I laughed softly. Me and Woozi still hadn’t talked properly since he’d been busy and rarely got the chance to call. Hoshi and I understood him, so we were both just patiently waiting for whenever he could contact us again.
“Me too, love. When are you coming home?” I asked. It had been a month since I’d been alone in our shared apartment while taking care of our cat, Wish. He was a six-month-old Siamese cat that Woozi adopted to keep me company while they were gone.
“Hm? I’ll surprise you,” Hoshi teased, making me pout immediately.
“Can’t you just tell me so I can cook for you?” I asked again, hoping he’d finally give in.
“You need to wait, yeobo.” I rolled my eyes before finally giving up. We talked for another five minutes until he sighed softly. “I need to go back to work already.”
“Okay… stay safe, love.”
“You too. Don’t overthink too much, alright?”
“I’ll try.”
“I love you.”
“I love you more.”
The call ended shortly after, leaving the apartment quiet again. Wish slowly climbed onto my lap and curled himself comfortably against me. It was his favorite sleeping spot, especially whenever the weather got cold.
“Should I call Uji? It’s been a while since our last call…” I mumbled to my cat, as if he could actually answer me.I pouted and leaned back against the sofa. “Your dad isn’t calling me. He doesn’t love me anymore, is that it?” I huffed dramatically.
“Who told you that?”
“And now I’m hearing his voice!” I whined louder.
I didn’t even notice Wish jumping off my lap until he started meowing excitedly. My eyes widened when I saw him comfortably sitting in Woozi’s arms. My mouth immediately fell open.
I could already feel tears building in my eyes. No calls for almost a week were seriously going to be the death of me. My overthinking always made me think something bad had happened to them.
“No, no… why are you crying?” Woozi asked softly as he let Wish jump down from his arms.
God, he looked so good in his uniform.
He removed his cap while I stayed frozen on the couch, still crying like an idiot. He slowly walked toward me before gently carrying me into his arms. I immediately wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. I buried my face against his neck.
“Don’t cry. I’m here already,” he whispered softly. “I’m sorry for not calling you and Hoshi. I’m really, really sorry, baby.”
“I-I was really worried…” I sobbed quietly. He nodded while gently caressing the back of my head.
“I know. Our captain took our phones for a week because one of my coworkers got caught using his phone during duty,” he explained. “I couldn’t sleep properly either. I kept thinking about you and Hoshi. I knew you’d both get upset.”
“I’m not m-mad… just worried.”
I glared at him weakly, but he only laughed softly. He sat down on the sofa while I stayed on his lap.
“You should call Hoshi,” I mumbled.
“He’s coming home soon. I’ll surprise him,” Woozi smirked.
I couldn’t help but laugh. I missed him so much that it genuinely hurt. The two of them knew that all I needed was a short update, even just a simple text message. That alone was enough to calm me down.
“At least text him,” I said while poking his cheek. “He keeps calling me just to complain about why you’re not replying to our messages.” Woozi smiled and nodded obediently. We stayed quiet after that while I admired his face.
“I love you, hm? Don’t forget that, okay?” he suddenly whispered.
I raised an eyebrow suspiciously. “Why are you making it sound like you’re dying?”
He laughed before slowly kissing me.
The kiss was soft, slow, and affectionate, like he was trying to memorize me again after being gone for so long. My fingers slowly tangled through his hair, gently tugging at it.
I heard him let out a quiet groan against my lips, making me smirk slightly.
Minutes later, we finally pulled apart, our foreheads resting together while we both caught our breath.
“God, I missed you so fucking much,” he muttered before burying his face against my neck. “Even Wish missed you…” I mumbled against his shoulder.
“Yeah. The moment he saw me earlier, he immediately jumped off your lap to greet me.”
I felt small kisses against my neck.
“Uji…” I sighed softly while playing with his hair.
I just let him do whatever he wanted until we suddenly heard the front door open.
We immediately pulled apart and looked toward the entrance. Hoshi stood there looking exhausted, but somehow his entire aura still felt warm like sunshine.
“Fuck you.”
He walked toward us before immediately pulling both of us into a tight hug.
Minutes later, we stayed there quietly, enjoying each other’s warmth.
Then suddenly—
“Why didn’t you call or even text us?!” Hoshi burst out, making me jump slightly.
“Me and Y/N were so fucking worried about you! You didn’t even bother texting either one of us? I couldn’t even focus properly because I kept thinking something happened to you!”
I noticed that whenever we ended up in situations like this, Woozi would always let us vent first before calmly explaining everything afterward.
I gently wrapped my arms around Hoshi’s waist and looked up at him. His eyes softened immediately as he pulled me closer.
“Let him explain, okay?” I said softly. “I’ll cook something for both of you.”
I left a quick kiss on his jaw before walking toward the kitchen.
3rd Person POV
“Jagi, you know I didn’t mean to worry you, right?” Woozi said gently while slowly walking toward the taller man, who was clearly trying his best to stay upset.
“Then why didn’t you contact us?” Hoshi complained again.
“Our captain took our phones for a week because some soldiers got caught using them during work,” Woozi explained calmly before pulling him into a warm hug. Hoshi sighed deeply in relief the moment he felt Woozi’s arms around his waist. He hugged him back tightly without hesitation.
Neither of them moved for a while. Just hugging each other already felt comforting enough.
A few minutes later, they pulled apart, and Hoshi immediately started covering Woozi’s face with kisses. Woozi scrunched his nose while laughing softly. Hoshi giggled before hugging him again.
“Come on,” Hoshi said while holding his hand. “Let’s spend time with our girl.”
He dragged Woozi toward the kitchen, where they found Y/N leaning against the counter while waiting for the oven to finish heating up the garlic bread she made yesterday.
“Hey, baby!” Hoshi exclaimed before running toward her and lifting her onto the counter.
“What are you doing?!” she laughed.
“I didn’t greet you properly earlier,” he pouted dramatically. “I missed you too, baby. So much. Hearing your voice wasn’t enough.”He leaned closer before gently kissing her lips.
Woozi smiled quietly at the sight while leaning against the counter beside them. He simply watched them with soft eyes.
“The food’s ready. Let’s eat,” Y/N said shyly after pulling away. The two boys helped her down from the counter since she refused to let either of them carry her again.
Hoshi grabbed plates and started fixing the table while Woozi carefully helped take the garlic bread out of the oven since it was still hot.
“Hey! I was supposed to do all of this as your welcome home gift!” Y/N complained after realizing she was just sitting down while the two of them did everything.
It had always been one of their rules. During dinner time, Y/N wasn’t allowed to move around the kitchen too much while they were there.
“Shh… just sit there and look pretty for us,” Hoshi teased with a playful grin.
She rolled her eyes while Woozi chuckled quietly beside him.
++
“Thank you for the food, baby,” Woozi said softly.
The three of them were now lying on their shared bed while a calm movie played quietly in the background.
“It’s been a while since I cooked for you guys,” Y/N replied while resting comfortably between them.
“Baby? Jagi? I have gifts for both of you.” Hoshi suddenly walked into the room holding several shopping bags.
“What is that?” Y/N exclaimed when she noticed the brand. “Wait… is that LV?!” Hoshi only grinned sheepishly before sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Well… we went out of the country for a bit, and when I saw these, they immediately reminded me of you and Uji,” he explained while handing them over.
Y/N immediately hid behind Woozi dramatically.
“Why?” Hoshi laughed. “You don’t like it?”
“What do you mean I don’t like it?! I just hate how expensive this is!” she whined. Woozi watched them with an amused smile. “Open yours first,” he encouraged gently.
Y/N slowly opened the bag before gasping loudly. Inside was a cute pink shoulder bag.
Her pout deepened before she suddenly jumped onto Hoshi, who was lying on the bed watching her reaction. He groaned dramatically but laughed while hugging her tightly.
“Thank you, love,” she mumbled while tearing up again.
“Why are you crying? It’s just a small gift!” Hoshi exclaimed in disbelief. She shook her head stubbornly.
“It’s not small to me.”
++
An hour later, both of them were asleep beside me. I was comfortably trapped between them, Hoshi’s arm wrapped around my waist while Woozi held my hand under the blanket. They were only taking a nap since they were exhausted from traveling home.
I quietly scrolled through Twitter on my phone. I had a fan account since I was a Carat too.
While scrolling, I came across a post saying that being a military wife was difficult and that they missed the members who were currently enlisted.
Honestly… I agreed.
I wasn’t even their wife yet, but it was still hard. Sometimes I just wanted to hug them whenever I felt sad.
“Baby…” I turned to my left and saw Woozi awake now.
“Sleep more, Ji. You need rest,” I whispered before leaning closer so he could kiss me properly. “I am resting. I’m with you and Young,” he mumbled sleepily.His eyes shifted toward my phone as he read the post on the screen.
“Should I post something for the Carats?” he asked softly.
“They really miss you, Ji,” I smiled.
“Okay. I’ll post something later,” he replied before pulling me closer. “But for now, let’s sleep.”
He closed his eyes again while Hoshi unconsciously tightened his hold around my waist. I smiled quietly to myself.
Maybe loving people in the military was difficult sometimes. But moments like this always made everything worth it.
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ᝰ.ᐟ The Only One Left Behind 2
summary: During Hybe's acquisition of Pledis in 2020, Jihyun finds herself quietly confronting the possibility of being left behind by the very place she gave her everything to.
timeline: dec 2020
wc: 7.77k
warning: mentions of anxiety
╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ # 𝙝𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚 masterlist ★ part 1
The restaurant was already lively and busy when the members arrived.
Staff members from Pledis as well as new staff from the parent company were scattered all around the place, conversations overlapping here and there as they waited for the food as well as people who have yet to arrive. Polite greetings were also being exchanged here and there. The atmosphere screams warmth and celebratory, the kind of mood perfect to welcome a ‘new beginning’.
But the moment the Hip Hop unit arrived, Cheol quickly got out of the car and proceeded to search where the vocal team was.
He spotted them near the far side of the restaurant, yet to settle in the dining seats like everyone else. Their expression was already enough to tell him something was wrong.
“What happened?” he asked the moment he reached them. His tone was already sharper than usual, clearly annoyed at the situation.
Joshua lets out a small sigh before answering calmly, probably because he knew Cheol was already on the verge of exploding.
“No, because we were waiting for Jihyun earlier when the manager suddenly said she wasn’t going.” Joshua explains. “We were completely taken aback
Cheol’s expression hardens immediately. “Her manager texted me earlier saying that he didn’t call her in the first place, so he was also taken aback when he saw her earlier.”
The members were left shocked at the information Cheol shared. The others who hadn’t been there earlier soon arrived with a concerned look on their face as they went towards where Cheol and the others were.
“What the hell is happening?” Hoshi asked, his tone already rising.
The members who were already there earlier filled in the other members on what was happening.
Cheol’s jaw tightened even more as he continued explaining. “He mentioned something was being discussed by the higher ups and the other company but he didn’t elaborate,” he says slowly.
“Currently, Jihyun has already gone somewhere else. He said she forgot she had plans with Younghyun hyung, so they’re already on the way to somewhere near JYP,” Cheol adds, his tone growing quieter by the second as he lightly shakes his head in disappointment.
Wonwoo, who has been silent until now, suddenly cut into the conversation. “That can’t be right..”
The others immediately turned their gaze towards him.
Wonwoo’s brows furrowed slightly as he spoke. “We were supposed to try this new game together after the practice…”
A brief silence falls over the group as they realize the extent of the situation actually was.
Because Wonwoo’s statement confirms one thing clearly. Something is happening and Jihyun is keeping all of it to herself. Like she always did.
Seungcheol’s expression hardens almost instantly after hearing that. “I don’t feel good staying here anymore, I think we should leave now.” he says bluntly.
The members immediately look at him.
“I’m serious,” Seungcheol continues, his voice lower now but far firmer. “Something’s been off ever since we got to that building.”
“The way the staff introduced her earlier was weird too,” Minghao quietly adds. “It felt… disrespectful.”
“And they kept talking around her instead of to her,” Chan says, clearly bothered now that he thinks back on it.
Jihoon crosses his arms tightly. “I think we should go check on her first. Did her manager tell you where exactly she was going?” He asked Cehol.
Cheol immediately disagreed as her manager only informed him that they were going near JYP, but didn’t elaborate where exactly.
Several members immediately agreed. At this point, nobody was even thinking about the dinner anymore.
Seungcheol is the first one to turn around, already beginning to walk toward the exit without hesitation.
But before they can properly leave, someone suddenly steps in front of them.
“Where are you all going?”
The familiar voice immediately makes several members pause.
It was one of their older managers.
Seungcheol’s frustration instantly shows on his face. “We’re leaving now,” he says bluntly. “Something’s wrong.”
The manager looks confused. “What do you mean?”
And without holding back anymore, Seungcheol explains everything quickly—the false message, Jihyun being separated from them, the strange behavior from the new staff, all of it.
As he talks, the manager’s expression gradually stiffens. But instead of agreeing, he sighs heavily.
“Seungcheol-ah,” he says carefully, lowering his voice. “Not here.”
“What do you mean not here?” Seungcheol immediately snaps back.
“There are new executives and staff members everywhere tonight,” the manager explains quickly. “If all thirteen of you suddenly leave in the middle of the company dinner, what do you think that would look like?”
“We don’t care what it looks like right now,” Seungcheol says immediately.
But the manager steps closer before he can continue further.
“You have to think carefully,” he says firmly this time. “One wrong move right now could affect all of you.”
The members fall quiet almost immediately after hearing the manager’s words.
Not because they agreed with him.
But because deep down, they understood exactly what he was trying to say.
The company had only recently begun transitioning under new management. There were new executives everywhere tonight—new employees, new staff, new people observing every little thing about them. One wrong move from Seventeen right now, especially from Seungcheol as the leader, could easily be remembered and twisted into something much bigger later on.
And that was exactly what frustrated them the most.
Because somehow, they were being forced to sit still when one of their own was clearly hurting.
The older manager lets out a tired sigh before stepping closer to Seungcheol, lowering his voice slightly.
“At least sit down first,” he says carefully. “Please.”
Seungcheol’s jaw tightens immediately. The frustration on his face was still obvious, like he was one sentence away from completely disregarding everyone and walking straight out of the restaurant anyway. Jihoon and Hoshi, who were standing beside him, already looked just as displeased, while the younger members remained unusually quiet behind them.
The atmosphere surrounding Seventeen had completely changed.
What was supposed to be a celebratory dinner now felt tense and suffocating.
And before Seungcheol could argue again, the members’ phones suddenly vibrated almost simultaneously.
The sound immediately caught the members’ attention.
Almost instinctively, everyone reached for their phones.
Jihyun just sent a message to their group chat.
I thought you guys might worry, so I’m leaving a message~ I’m in Gangdong-gu right now because I have dinner plans with my older brother~ Sorry if you were worried. Have fun at the company dinner and come back safe. Love you~
The moment they finished reading it, the members collectively fell silent again.
Because they knew Jihyun too well.
Too well not to notice how strangely bright the message sounded.
Too well not to realize that she was intentionally trying to calm them down before they could do something reckless on her behalf.
That alone made Seungcheol feel even worse.
Slowly, the members began replying one by one despite the lingering heaviness in the air.
Jeonghan: Okay, eat well, Jihyunie~ Cheol: Text us when you get home. Seungkwan: Do you want us to bring food later? Jihoon: Don’t stay out too late.
Seungkwan lowers his head slightly as he stares at her message on the screen, his thumb hovering quietly above the keyboard.
For a moment, he contemplates sending her a private message instead, and ask her what really happened and if she was really okay.
But his fingers stopped before he could type anything.
A part of him wanted to check on her immediately. The uneasy feeling in his chest had only grown stronger ever since they left the building, and now that everything was starting to connect together in his mind, it felt almost impossible to ignore it anymore.
Yet at the same time, he hesitates.
Because after the confession back in 2019, Seungkwan had learned to become more careful around her feelings.
More careful around her boundaries.
Jihyun had made it clear before that she didn’t want things between them to become complicated, and ever since then, he had been trying his best not to overstep without realizing it.
Especially during moments like this.
Moments where she clearly seemed like she wanted to quietly handle things on her own.
Seungkwan presses his lips together lightly before eventually locking his phone instead.
In the end, he simply leaves a short reply in the group chat like the others.
But even after sending it, the discomfort lingering inside him never really disappears.
Meanwhile, the members never truly felt reassured despite the normality of their conversation in the group chat.
Not even a little.
As they slowly began walking toward their designated table, Seungcheol remained quiet for a moment before speaking under his breath.
Low enough that only the members near him could hear.
“I’ll let this pass for now.” His eyes briefly shifted toward the unfamiliar staff members seated across the restaurant. “Let’s focus on the MAMA performance first for now.”
“But if something like this happens again,” he says coldly, “I’m not staying quiet anymore.”
Nobody responded after that.
Because every single member already knew he meant every word.
And a very mad Choi Seungcheol is extremely scary. Especially if it is accompanied by a very annoyed Lee Jihoon and Kwon Soonyoung.
By the time Jihyun arrived at the restaurant in Gangdong-gu, the evening rush had already begun.
People passed by outside the glass windows in hurried steps, the neon lights from nearby stores reflecting softly against the wet pavement after the brief drizzle earlier that evening. The restaurant itself was warm and quiet, filled with the comforting smell of food and the low murmur of conversations from nearby tables.
Jihyun had arrived almost thirty minutes earlier than the agreed time.
Not because she was excited.
But because she genuinely didn’t know where else to go.
Earlier, while sitting alone in the backseat of the car on the way there, she had stared at her contacts list for almost five whole minutes before finally pressing the call on one person.
My Brother 🖤
And despite the call happening in the middle of a busy weekday evening, he answered almost immediately.
“Princess?” he said as soon as he answered the phone.
The familiar nickname alone nearly broke whatever composure she still had left.
She remembered forcing her voice to stay normal as she asked him quietly if he was free tonight.
Younghyun originally had plans with his members that evening. But the moment his younger sister called asking to see him, he cancelled everything almost instantly.
“I see them everyday anyway,” he said casually over the phone. “You’re more important.”
Because to Younghyun, Jihyun had always been his baby sister before anything else.
Before the idol limelight.
Before becoming someone many people looked up to as singers, performers, or producers.
She was still the little girl he used to walk to school with whenever their parents were busy.
Still the same younger sister he used to protect instinctively without even thinking about it.
And even his members knew that. Whenever it came to Jihyun, Younghyun would always drop everything first.
Sitting alone near the corner of the restaurant now, Jihyun quietly stares at the condensation forming around her untouched glass of water.
Her chest still felt painfully tight.
The voices from earlier inside the restroom continued replaying in her head over and over no matter how hard she tried to stop thinking about it.
She lowers her head slightly before inhaling and exhaling deeply.
She suddenly stood up from her seat and proceeded to walk towards the restroom. Thankfully, it was empty when she entered.
For a long moment, she simply stands in front of the sink quietly before turning on the faucet. Cold water immediately runs against her hands as she splashes some onto her face repeatedly, trying to wash away the lingering heaviness sitting on her chest.
But the moment she lifts her head toward the mirror, she freezes slightly.
She looked terrible.
Her eyes looked dull and swollen from holding herself together the entire evening. Even the exhaustion on her face seemed impossible to hide now.
And knowing her brother, he would notice immediately.
Younghyun had always been terrifyingly good at reading her. Sometimes better than she understood herself.
Jihyun quickly reaches into her bag afterward, pulling out her makeup pouch. She quietly fixes herself in front of the mirror, carefully covering the tiredness beneath her eyes and forcing herself to look more composed than she actually felt.
By the time she finishes, she stares at her reflection for a few seconds longer, then smiled slightly.
It didn’t reach her eyes at all. But, it was enough.
Or at least she hoped it was.
When she steps back outside toward the entrance again, she immediately spots Younghyun standing near the front of the restaurant.
Even from afar, he was easy to recognize.
A tall figure leaning casually near the entrance, mask pulled slightly down beneath his chin while scrolling through his phone with one hand tucked inside his pocket. The moment the restaurant door opens and his gaze lifts toward her direction, his entire expression changes almost instantly.
“Princess!”
The nickname rings through the evening air so naturally that it almost hurts.
Before Jihyun could even properly react, Younghyun was already walking toward her with a grin spreading across his face. He immediately pulls her into a hug the moment he reaches her, one arm wrapping securely around her shoulders while the other pats the back of her head affectionately.
The warmth of it catches her off guard.
For a brief second, Jihyun just stands there frozen inside his embrace.
Because after everything that happened today—after forcing herself to keep smiling for hours, this was the first time someone held her gently enough that she almost felt safe falling apart.
“You suddenly missed me this much?” Younghyun jokes lightly while pulling away just enough to properly look at her face. “Wah… I feel honored.”
Jihyun lets out a soft laugh, though it comes out quieter than she intended. “Don’t get used to it.”
“Too late. I’m already my sister’s favorite person.”
“You’re literally an only child in this competition.”
Younghyun bursts into laughter immediately at that before naturally slinging an arm around her shoulders, guiding her back toward the restaurant entrance.
“What’s gotten into you anyway?” he asks casually as they walk. “You’re not busy today?” There was no suspicion in his voice yet, just curiosity.
And somehow, that makes lying feel even harder for her.
Jihyun lowers her gaze for a second before forcing another smile onto her face. “Nothing, really.. I just suddenly missed you,” she answers softly.
Younghyun immediately narrows his eyes at her. “Hmmm.. That alone already sounds suspicious.”
“Oppa.”
“I’m serious,” he says while glancing at her sideways. “You only randomly call me like this when something happens or when you want something.”
Jihyun lightly nudges his arm with her shoulder. “Can’t I just miss my brother?”
Younghyun pretends to think deeply for a moment. “Well.. If something indeed happened, then no.”
Jihyun finally laughs properly at that. A real one this time.
Small, but genuine enough that Younghyun’s expression softens slightly in relief.
Because the moment he first hugged her earlier, he already noticed it.
The way her shoulders felt heavier than usual, the slight delay before every smile.
He doesn’t point it out immediately though. Not yet.
Instead, he simply opens the restaurant door for her first and lets her walk inside ahead of him like he always does.
The warmth of the restaurant greets them once again as staff politely guide them back toward their reserved table. Younghyun waits for Jihyun to sit down first before taking the seat across from her, and almost immediately, the server hands them their menus.
But instead of looking through his own properly, Younghyun immediately starts ordering dishes from memory instead.
“We’ll get this,” he says while pointing toward one of the menu items.
“And this too.”
Jihyun slowly realizes, the longer he orders, that every single thing he was choosing were all dishes she liked
She quietly watches him for a moment before speaking softly. “How come you memorized all of that?”
Younghyun looks up from the menu immediately, visibly offended. “You say that like I raised you for nothing.”
Jihyun lets out another quiet laugh, shaking her head slightly. “You make it sound like you’re my parent.”
“I practically was.”
“That’s because you liked bossing me around.” Jihyun laughs again, and for the first time that entire day, the suffocating feeling in her chest eases slightly.
But enough for her to breathe properly again.
Dinner starts peacefully after that.
The two of them talk about random things in between bites of food. Their parents in Canada. His schedules lately. Stories about his members. Small complaints about work
The atmosphere between them remained warm and familiar, filled with small conversations and occasional teasing here and there as they ate. Younghyun talked about one of his members accidentally spoiling something during practice earlier that week, while Jihyun laughed softly while listening, occasionally replying with stories from her own schedules.
At least that was what it looked like on the surface.
Because somewhere in between the conversation, Jihyun slowly began drifting into her own thoughts again without realizing it.
Her spoon slowed against the bowl in her hands. The laughter around the restaurant started sounding distant once more.
And before she knew it, the voices from earlier were already replaying inside her head again.
Her chest tightened painfully.
“Zel.”
Jihyun immediately flinched slightly at the sound of her name.
Her head lifted almost too quickly toward her brother, clearly startled.
Younghyun was already looking at her directly now.
Not teasing.
Not playful.
Just quietly watching her with a softness in his eyes that immediately made her stomach sink. “Something’s going on with you, no?”
The question catches her completely off guard.
Jihyun instinctively forces a small laugh almost immediately. “What?” she says lightly. “Nothing’s happening.”
But the moment the words leave her mouth, even she could hear how unnatural they sounded.
Younghyun doesn’t respond right away. He simply continues staring at her quietly from across the table, patient and unreadable in the way only older siblings somehow knew how to be.
Like he already knew she was lying.
Like he was only waiting for her to stop pretending.
Jihyun lowers her gaze first. “I’m serious,” she murmurs softly.
Still, Younghyun says nothing. And somehow, that hurts even more.
Because he wasn’t cornering her. Wasn’t demanding answers from her aggressively. He was simply there.
Waiting for her to come to him on her own.
The same way he always had whenever she was struggling.
Jihyun lets out a quiet breath before slowly placing her spoon down onto the table. “Oppa,” she suddenly says.
“Hm?”
There’s a brief hesitation before she finally speaks again. “Should I enroll in college?”
Younghyun visibly pauses at the abrupt question.
Jihyun avoids his gaze almost immediately after asking it, lightly fiddling with her utensils before continuing quietly.
“How was it during your time?” she asks. “Was it hard balancing schedules and classes?” Her tone tries to sound casual and curious.
But Younghyun notices the instability beneath it immediately.
“There’s still a lot of things I haven’t done yet anyway,” she continues softly, staring down at the table instead of at him. “Maybe I should study business management too.”
A faint laugh escapes her lips.
“Or accountancy.” She lightly pokes at the food in her bowl absentmindedly. “Then I can ask dad for advice someday.”
Younghyun stays completely quiet while listening.
And because he doesn’t interrupt her, Jihyun keeps talking.
Almost like if she stopped speaking, everything she was desperately trying to hold back would finally spill out.
“Maybe one day..” she murmurs quietly, “I could just move back to Canada with mom and dad.”
The moment those words leave her mouth, silence settles heavily between them.
To Younghyun, it sounded like someone trying to prepare herself for losing something important.
Or worse, someone already trying to convince herself to let it go before it disappeared on its own.
Younghyun slowly sets down his utensils before leaning back slightly in his seat. “Zel,” he says softly.
Jihyun finally lifts her gaze toward him again.
“I don’t know exactly what’s happening,” he admits carefully. “But here’s what I think.” His voice remains calm and gentle
“If those are things you genuinely want for yourself, then yes,” he says quietly. “I’ll support you one hundred percent.”
Jihyun immediately feels her throat tighten.
“But if you’re only saying all of this because something happened…” Younghyun continues softly, “…and if none of those choices would actually make you happy…”
He pauses briefly before finishing quietly, “Then don’t force yourself to throw away your life just because you’re hurting right now.”
The words hit her so hard she immediately lowers her head again. Her vision blurs slightly almost instantly.
Jihyun presses her lips together tightly as she blinks repeatedly, desperately trying to stop the tears gathering in her eyes from falling.
Meanwhile, Younghyun’s expression slowly becomes more worried the longer she stays silent.
“What’s happening really?” he asks quietly this time. “You have to tell me properly if you want me to help you.”
His voice gradually rises with concern afterward.
“Did something happen with the boys?”
Jihyun immediately shakes her head.
“Is it the company?”
Another quick denial follows.
“Is this because of the acquisition?”
Her fingers tighten around each other underneath the table.
Younghyun notices it immediately.
And somehow, that reaction alone already tells him enough.
Jihyun keeps her head lowered as she fights to keep herself composed.
Sometimes, it honestly frightened her a little. How well her brother knew her.
“Nope, nothing happened,” she whispers eventually.
Younghyun clearly doesn’t believe her. But he lets her continue anyway.
“I was just thinking about the future,” she says softly after a while. “I only have around two years left in my contract anyway.”
Younghyun quietly exhales before shaking his head slightly.
“Well,” he says gently, “if you decide to renew your contract someday, then I’ll genuinely be happy for you.”
His expression softens again afterward. “And if you don’t…” a small smile appears on his face. “I can literally get you a job at JYP tomorrow.”
That finally earns a real laugh out of Jihyun. Small, but genuine. “Oppa.”
“I’m serious,” he insists immediately. “Even if you don’t want to be an idol anymore, I can still cast you as a producer.”
Jihyun shakes her head while laughing softly now. “That sounds like nepotism.”
Younghyun shrugs shamelessly.
“You say that like I care.”
And somehow, just like that, the heaviness between them eases slightly again.
The rest of dinner continues more peacefully afterward.
The two of them slowly fall back into familiar conversations and old jokes, occasionally teasing each other the same way they always had growing up. Younghyun tells her embarrassing stories from when she was younger while Jihyun complains dramatically in return, making him laugh louder on purpose just to annoy her further.
But even then, Younghyun never fully stops watching her.
And before they leave the restaurant that night, he quietly reminds her one last time while walking beside her toward the parking lot.
“Whatever this is,” he says softly, “you don’t have to carry it alone, Zel.”
Jihyun looks at him quietly for a few seconds, then smiles softly. “I know.”
She knows it too. That seeking help from her members, or even just simply telling them what’s bothering her will greatly ease up her mind.
But she also knows them so much that she knows what they’re capable of doing the moment they know. Especially for her leader that has always valued the members first before the company.
And for Jihyun, if it means she had to take the fall just to protect them, then she will.
The next day, Jihyun acted like nothing happened. Or at least, that’s what she desperately tried to make everyone believe.
The moment she stepped inside the practice room that morning, she greeted everyone happily like she normally would. She bowed politely towards the staff before immediately joining the others for stretching.
The practice went by as usual.The atmosphere inside was loud like it normally was, filled with the members voices, instructions and direction from the staff, as well as the loud music blasting from the speakers. But Jihyun could feel the members gaze on her from time to time as if they were trying to read her.
She went along with all the jokes, made herself engaged in the conversations by laughing or smiling slightly and throwing punchlines here and there.
Trying to hide the fact that she spent the entire night awake and staring at her ceiling because the voices of doubt and anxiety in her head would just not stop.
She laughed when Chan accidently bumped into her during the dry run.
Complained playfully when Vernon kept missing timing during a part in the choreography because he was getting distracted joking around with Seungkwan.
Even teased Jeonghan when he suddenly said he was already tired twenty minutes into the rehearsal.
She acted normal. Because in her mind, she had to be. She had to mask everything or else she might just crack and explode.
They only have a day left before MAMA and everyone was already exhausted enough from the nonstop preparations. The members barely had enough sleep as it was, constantly moving between rehearsals, recordings, fittings, and schedules. The last thing she wanted was to become a burden they needed to worry about.
So every time someone looked at her a little too carefully, she immediately brushed it away before they could ask questions.
When Seungcheol asked if she was feeling okay because she looked pale, she simply laughed and blamed it on lack of sleep.
And when Seungkwan lingered around her during practice, clearly hesitating whether he should ask something, she only smiled at him first and said she was just tired lately and instructed him to go back to his position.
Eventually, the members stopped asking directly.
Not because they believed her.
But because they knew Jihyun well enough to recognize when she was clearly trying to be okay.
Still, the members' worries did not disappear.
After the rehearsal ended, the members gradually started packing one by one. However, for Jihyun, she somehow managed to successfully make the members go before her by saying she has to go to the convenience store first to buy something.
But right after she saw their van go right at the corner, she immediately went to the company and proceeded to the practice room.
It's going to be a long night again.
The room was completely empty. She had to at least open one of the lights in order to see. The mirrors reflected Jihyun’s exhausted figure repeatedly moving through the same choreography over and over again. Music continuously echoed through the room while her breathing gradually became uneven from overexertion.
She repeated every section until her legs physically started struggling to keep up anymore.
She danced until sweat completely drenched the short she was wearing and her body physically shook from exhaustion.
Because feeling this was easier. If she pushed her body hard enough, then maybe her thoughts would finally quiet down for a while.
Maybe that way, she can finally sleep.
Because last night, when she finally returned home, tired from her schedule and everything that happened, she still found herself lying awake in bed for hours. The dorm was quiet, the other members were already resting in their designated rooms, while she stared blankly at the ceiling with tired eyes that refused to close.
As days passed, the preparations came to an end and the group successfully delivered their MAMA performance.
However, for Jihyun, she continued to drown herself with work.
If she wasn’t producing, she would rearrange and revise tracks in her files that didn't even need any revisions just so she could stay all day in the studio.
She worked endlessly, like she was trying to prove her worth through the amount of effort she poured into every single thing.
Like she was trying to convince herself that if she worked hard enough, if she became useful enough, then maybe she could become impossible to remove.
Even though deep down, she already knew the truth.
She had already given everything she could for the past five years.
And somehow, part of her still feared it wouldn’t be enough.
The members tried comforting her in the only ways they knew how without directly forcing her to open up before she was ready.
Sometimes Mingyu and Dokyeom would randomly appear inside the studio just to annoy her into laughing for a few minutes before leaving again.
Sometimes Jeonghan quietly sat on the couch scrolling through his phone while keeping her company in silence.
Jihoon visited most frequently out of everyone, occasionally fixing parts of her arrangement files while subtly reminding her to take breaks she never actually listened to.
And Seungkwan..
Seungkwan continued taking care of her as if nothing between them had ever changed,
Every day, without fail, he would stop by the studio carrying food for her.
Sometimes it was proper meals packed carefully inside takeout containers because he knew she often skipped dinner whenever she worked too long. Other times, it was random snacks he happened to pass by and buy because they reminded him of her. On particularly exhausting days, he would quietly place an iced americano beside her laptop without even needing to ask whether she wanted one.
And every single time, Jihyun found herself staring at him quietly.
Not even realizing she was doing it sometimes.
Because despite everything that happened between them—despite the rejection, despite the careful distance she once tried putting between them afterward,
Seungkwan still treated her exactly the same.
Like taking care of her had already become such a natural part of him that he no longer knew how to stop.
That somehow hurt her more than if he had changed. Because there was no resentment in him at all.
Only the same warmth he had always given her ever since they were trainees.
Meanwhile, most of the meals he brought remained untouched for hours on the studio table beside her.
The steam eventually disappeared, the ice inside the drinks slowly melted.
And by the time Seungkwan returned later to check on her again, the food had usually already gone cold.
The first time it happened, he simply told her softly that he would buy her something else later instead.
The second time, he tried bringing food she specifically liked.
By the third day, Seungkwan stopped commenting on it completely.
But the worry on his face became harder to hide each time he looked at her.
The next few days passed exactly the same way.
The members continued stopping by the studio one after another under various excuses just to check on her for a little while. Seungkwan continued bringing her meals constantly despite knowing there was a high chance she wouldn’t properly eat them anyway.
And every single time he entered the studio, Jihyun would simply look up at him quietly from her chair.
Watching him.
Staring at him for a few seconds longer than necessary before forcing another small smile onto her face like she was trying to reassure him without actually saying anything.
But somehow, that only made the heaviness inside Seungkwan’s chest worse.
Because the more she smiled lately, the more it felt like she was slowly falling apart underneath it.
It was almost a week since the incident when everything finally exploded online. A blind item article suddenly began spreading across online communities in a matter of hours.
At first, it was only circulating through forums and fan accounts quietly. Then suddenly, larger pages started reposting it. Screenshots spread rapidly across timelines, quote tweets piled up endlessly, and before long, the article had already become one of the most talked about topics among fans that night.
And unfortunately, Seungkwan was the first among them to see it.
At that time, he was inside the studio together with Jihyun. The room was unusually quiet compared to most nights, with only the soft sound of instrumentals filling the background while Jihyun remained seated in front of the monitor, absentmindedly editing files she had probably been staring at for nearly an hour already.
Meanwhile, Seungkwan sat nearby on the couch scrolling through his phone lazily while occasionally glancing toward her out of habit.
Then suddenly, his phone vibrated harshly in his hand.
It was a message from Cheol. No other contents, just the link of the article, accompanied by the message that read “What the hell is this?”
Seungkwan frowned slightly before clicking the article immediately.
At first, he didn’t think much of it.
But the longer his eyes scanned through the contents, the colder his body became.
The article itself never directly mentioned names, but it was painfully obvious who it was referring to.
An idol from a popular self-producing group, internal discussions regarding removal from the lineup, concerns from new management after the acquisition.
Potential “restructuring” for the group’s future image.
Every single sentence felt like another confirmation of Jihyun’s silence over the past week.
And suddenly, everything finally made sense.
The way she kept pretending she was okay even when she was clearly falling apart in front of them.
Seungkwan’s grip around his phone loosened completely. The device slipped from his hand and hit the table loudly.
The sudden noise immediately made Jihyun look up from her laptop. “Seungkwan-ah?”
But Seungkwan couldn’t even answer immediately.
He was just staring at her now with eyes full of disbelief and hurt, like he was trying to process the fact that she had been carrying something this heavy entirely alone.
“Jihyun-ah,” he finally spoke quietly. His voice sounded strained, almost shaky. “Is this what it was?”
Jihyun frowned slightly in confusion. “What?”
“Why didn’t you tell us?” Seungkwan asked softly, his eyes already visibly emotional now. “Why did you keep this to yourself?”
The moment those words left his mouth, Jihyun’s expression immediately changed.
Her gaze instinctively followed toward the phone lying on the table.
And the second she saw what was displayed in his phone, her entire body froze. It genuinely felt like her heart stopped for a moment.
Fear immediately crawled through her entire chest so violently that she almost couldn’t breathe properly.
Because up until now, everything had only existed inside whispers.
But now, it was out. Publicly. Visible for everyone to see.
Her hands slowly trembled beside her.
Meanwhile, Seungkwan stood up completely from the couch, watching her carefully like he was scared she would break apart right in front of him.
“Jihyun…”
But before he could continue, the studio door suddenly slammed open harshly.
Both of them turned immediately.
Seungcheol stood there breathing heavily like he came running the entire way there.
His eyes were full of worry.
But underneath that worry was something else too.
Frustration.
Hurt.
Disappointment.
Not toward her, but toward the fact that she had been suffering alone this entire time while all of them stood there completely unaware.
“Yah,” Seungcheol called out immediately.
Jihyun instinctively stood up from her chair the moment he entered, her eyes were already beginning to water.
“Was this the thing you weren’t telling us?” Seungcheol asked immediately, his voice noticeably rising. “Why didn’t you tell us?”
Jihyun opened her mouth slightly, but nothing came out.
Meanwhile, Seungcheol continued speaking before she could even properly process everything happening.
“Why do you always keep things to yourself like this?” he asked again, visibly emotional now. “Do you really think you have to handle everything alone every single time?”
Jihyun could only stare at him silently.
Because honestly, she was exhausted.
Exhausted from pretending, from holding herself together, from trying to keep everyone calm while her own world slowly collapsed around her.
And now the very thing she tried so hard to hide had exploded publicly before she even had time to prepare herself for it.
Before she could respond, more footsteps suddenly approached from outside.
The other members started arriving one by one.
Within minutes, the studio slowly filled with the rest of the members, all of them carrying the same horrified and worried expressions after seeing the article.
“Why didn’t you tell us?”
“You should’ve said something…”
“Jihyun-ah…”
The overlapping voices only made her chest tighten further.
Meanwhile, Seungcheol stepped closer again, his frustration finally spilling out more openly now.
“You should’ve told us immediately so we could help you,” he said. “How are we supposed to solve anything if you don’t tell us what’s happening?”
Seungkwan immediately stood up properly then, stepping slightly between them as he tried calming the atmosphere down before things overwhelmed her further.
“Hyung,” he said softly, “she probably had her reasons…”
But even then, the emotions inside the room were already too overwhelming.
Because all the members were hurt.
Not because of the article itself, but because Jihyun had been silently drowning right beside them for days while pretending she was okay.
Then suddenly, someone spoke again.
“But still,” one of the members said, Jihyun didn’t even noticed who it was, “you should’ve trusted us enough to tell us…”
And somehow, that was the thing that finally broke her.
Jihyun suddenly let out a shaky laugh through her tears before looking up at them with completely shattered eyes.
“Do you guys really have to do this right now?” she asked. Her voice cracked immediately.
“Huh?” she continued, tears finally spilling uncontrollably now. “What else am I supposed to do?”
Nobody answered.
Meanwhile, Jihyun’s breathing only became more uneven the longer everyone stayed silent.
“If I told you,” she asked again while crying harder now, “would you actually be able to do anything about it?”
The room fell completely quiet.
“All I can do right now is pretend that I’m okay,” Jihyun cried out shakily. “So why won’t you just let me do that?” Her shoulders were trembling badly now.
“Do I really have to tell you that I already hit rock bottom before you understand?!”
The moment those words left her mouth, Jihyun finally broke down completely.
She slowly crouched toward the floor while covering her face, sobs violently escaping her chest after days of desperately holding everything in alone.
And immediately, the members’ expressions completely shattered too.
Because this was the first time they had seen her cry like this in years.
Not quietly.
This time, Jihyun looked genuinely destroyed.
Seungkwan’s own eyes immediately filled with tears as he knelt beside her first without hesitation.
The others quickly followed after him.
Some crouched beside her.
Some wrapped their arms around her shoulders carefully.
Some could only stand there silently themselves; they genuinely didn’t know how to fix this for her.
The studio remained heavy even after Jihyun’s breakdown slowly subsided.
The members were still gathered around her quietly, some sitting beside her on the floor while others remained standing nearby with visibly shaken expressions. Nobody really knew what to say anymore after hearing everything she had been holding in alone.
Meanwhile, Seungcheol stayed unusually quiet.
His jaw was clenched tightly as he stared down at the article still opened on someone’s phone screen.
Then suddenly, he stood up. The movement immediately caught everyone’s attention.
“Hyung?” Seungkwan called carefully.
But Seungcheol didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he looked directly toward Jihoon and Hoshi first.
A silent understanding immediately passed between the three of them.
And before anyone else could even ask what they were planning, Seungcheol gestured toward the door.
“Come with me.”
Jihyun’s head lifted immediately.
Even with tears still staining her face, panic instantly crossed her expression the moment she realized what they were about to do. “Oppa, wait—” Her voice cracked badly from crying.
But Seungcheol was already walking toward the door, with Jihoon and Hoshi following right behind him without hesitation.
“Oppa,” Jihyun called again, this time louder despite how unstable her voice sounded. “Don’t—”
But the three of them had already disappeared outside before she could stop them properly.
The moment the studio door shut behind them, Cheol’sexpression changed completely.
The remaining emotions he had been suppressing finally surfaced openly across his face as the three of them walked quickly down the hallway.
Nobody spoke during the entire walk toward the executive floor.
Because honestly, they were all furious.
Not simply because of the article. But because the three of them had watched Jihyun slowly destroy herself for an entire week while the company stayed silent.
And somehow, that anger only became worse the more they thought about it.
By the time they reached the CEO office floor, the secretary immediately stood up in alarm after seeing the expressions on their faces.
“Ah— Seungcheol-ssi, wait—”
But Seungcheol didn’t even slow down.
“Did Daepyonim approve this?”
The secretary visibly panicked. “Please wait a moment first—”
Before she could finish speaking, Seungcheol had already pushed the office door open himself.
The loud sound immediately startled everyone inside. Several staff members looked up in shock the moment the three entered.
Seems like they were all having an emergency meeting because of the news that broke out.
Meanwhile, the CEO himself froze slightly after seeing their expressions. “Seungcheol-ah—”
“Did you approve this?”
The question came out immediately. Angrier than anyone inside the room had probably ever heard Seungcheol sound toward him before.
The entire office fell silent instantly.
Jihoon stood beside him with a visibly hardened expression while Hoshi crossed his arms tightly across his chest, his frustration practically radiating off him.
Several staff members quickly stood up awkwardly. “Let’s calm down first—”
“No,” Seungcheol cut in immediately. “I think we’ve been calm enough already.”
The tension inside the room became suffocating almost instantly.
“Do you have any idea what kind of condition she’s been in this entire week?” Seungcheol continued, his voice shaking slightly from anger now. “Did you know she’s been carrying this alone the whole time while pretending nothing was wrong in front of us?”
“Seungcheol-ah,” the CEO tried carefully, “we were still discussing—”
“Discussing?” Hoshi repeated incredulously.
He actually laughed once out of disbelief before running a frustrated hand through his hair. “And by discussing, what? You’re seriously considering it?”
The CEO let out a heavy sigh before finally speaking again.
“The proposal came from the other side,” he admitted carefully. “But nothing has been finalized yet. We haven’t responded.”
“We’re still in meetings regarding it,” one of the executives added quickly.
Then Hoshi stepped forward slightly. “But the fact that you’re even discussing it at all is already insane.” His voice cracked slightly from frustration now too.
“Do you even hear yourselves right now?”
The CEO remained silent.
Meanwhile, Seungcheol’s expression only hardened further. “Jihyun has been with us since the beginning,” he said firmly. “She built this team together with us.”
His voice became louder with every sentence now.
“She suffered with us during trainee years.”
“She worked herself sick with us.”
“She stayed awake producing songs with Jihoon until morning with the rest of us.”
“And now suddenly people are acting like she’s just some extra attachment you can remove whenever it becomes convenient?”
Nobody inside the office could answer him.
Because every single thing he said was true.
Hoshi immediately added onto it too.
“She’s literally part of the reason this team even became what it is today,” he said angrily. “Do people seriously think we became successful with only thirteen people working hard?”
Jihoon’s jaw tightened visibly.
“She has contributed to this group nonstop for years,” he said quietly. “And she would continue doing that if people actually treated her like she belonged here.”
The CEO rubbed his forehead tiredly before finally speaking again. “Nobody here is denying Jihyun’s importance to the team.”
“Then act like it.” Seungcheol’s response came immediately.
The room fell silent again afterward.
Seungcheol looked directly toward the executives again before speaking one last time. “You want us to renew our contracts, don’t you?” His voice was calm now.
But somehow, that calmness sounded far more dangerous.
“Then fix this.”
Nobody moved.
Nobody interrupted him.
Because for the first time since entering the room, Seungcheol no longer sounded emotional. He sounded completely serious.
“If you want Seventeen to keep going upward like this,” he continued firmly, “then stop treating one of our members like she’s disposable.”
And for the first time that entire meeting, nobody inside the room could meet his eyes properly.
The aftermath came faster than anyone expected.
By the next day, the article had already spread far beyond online forums and fan communities. News outlets began picking it up one after another, and despite no names ever being directly mentioned inside the original blind item, people quickly figured out who it was referring to.
And because of that, Pledis had no choice but to respond.
Late that afternoon, the company officially released a statement denying all rumors regarding lineup restructuring and firmly stated that there would be no member changes within any of their groups moving forward.
And for the first time in days, the atmosphere surrounding Seventeen finally calmed down slightly. The members felt relief almost immediately after reading it.
Because regardless of how angry they still were about everything that happened, at least one thing had finally become certain now, Jihyun was staying.
And for a while, that alone felt enough.
Jihyun herself also felt relieved.
Or at least, she tried convincing herself that she did.
Because although the fear of suddenly losing her place beside the members had finally eased, something inside her had already changed long before the statement came out.
The words she overheard that day inside the restroom never truly left her afterward.
Instead, they quietly settled somewhere deep inside her mind and stayed there.
Eventually, without even realizing it herself, Jihyun slowly started treating her existence inside the group like something conditional.
Something she had to constantly earn.
So she worked harder.
She stayed longer inside studios, practiced longer, and accepted schedules without complaint.
Pushed herself far beyond exhaustion because somewhere deep inside her mind, fear had already rooted itself there permanently.
Fear that if she ever stopped proving her worth even for a moment, someone would eventually decide she no longer deserved her place beside the people she loved most.
And somehow, that became the beginning of an even bigger battle.
Not with the company.
Not with the public.
But with herself
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Seungcheol Reaction
— when you took his phone while he's using it
synopsis ᝰ.ᐟ
⤷ ˗ˏˋ "You saw a trend on tiktok. they are taking their partner's phone to test if they're hiding something"ˎˊ˗
pairing ᝰ.ᐟ
⤷ ˗ˏˋ Choi Seungcheol x Female Reader ˎˊ˗
warnings ᝰ.ᐟ
⤷ ˗ˏˋ little angst?, crach, fluff, mentions of some curse words.. ˎˊ˗
A.N: this was supposed to be the hyung line reactions, but I'm too lazy 😭
I was just scrolling through TikTok. I was alone at Cheolie’s apartment since he was at practice. While watching some videos, I saw this trend where people took their boyfriend’s or girlfriend’s phone to see their reactions.
Should I try this on Cheolie? What if he’s cheating on me? Ugh, I’m overreacting. He always lets me borrow his phone whenever I want... But still, I kind of want to try it—for fun!
I waited for him to come home until 6 p.m. I heard the door beep. I immediately acted normal, as if I didn’t have a plan to prank him.
The door finally opened, revealing my boyfriend of five years, looking at me with tired eyes.
“Hey, baby…” he greeted and walked over to the sofa, sitting beside me.
“Hi, Cheolie. How was practice? Are you okay? There’s dinner on the counter. I’ll heat it up for you.” I was about to stand when he pulled me onto his lap.
He snuggled into my neck and murmured, “Can we cuddle for five minutes? I missed you so much.”
I couldn’t help but smile at his words.
“Okay, but only for five minutes. You need to eat dinner, baby,” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“You did so great today, Cheolie. I’m proud of you,” I whispered, playing with his hair.
“Thank you, love. I appreciate your words. I love you,” he replied, pecking my temple.
“Now come on! We can cuddle on the bed later,” I said, standing from his lap and dragging him toward the counter. I let him sit on the stool as I heated up his dinner. I saw him pull out his phone.
Should I really do it? I’m already feeling kinda guilty... I thought, looking at him. I shrugged and casually walked over, taking his phone from his hands.
He just looked at me with a pout.
“I’m sorry, baby... I forgot I shouldn’t be using my phone before eating,” he said.
I was stunned. “Huh?”
He chuckled and pulled me between his thighs. “Isn’t that the reason you took my phone, hmm?” he asked with that damn smile on his lips.
“Uh… yes?” I was so embarrassed I hid my face in his neck. “Am I wrong?” he asked again.
I quickly shook my head. He just laughed and gently caressed my back.
“Then why are you hiding your face?”
I stayed silent until the oven dinged.
“I... I’ll get your dinner…” I stuttered, which only made me more embarrassed.
He let me go, and I could feel my cheeks burning as I took his food from the oven.
“Here, Cheolie. Finish all of it, okay?” I mumbled, avoiding his eyes.
“Baby, can you come here?” he said, patting his thighs.
I slowly walked over and stood between his legs again.
“Did you think I was cheating?” he asked.
“O-of course not!” I quickly answered.
He looked at me suspiciously.
“Baby, I love you, okay? Don’t ever think I’m cheating on you. You’re the only thing that keeps me sane and makes me laugh. Someday, I’ll marry you and grow old with you,” he said, eyes full of gentleness.
“I… I’m sorry… I saw this trend on TikTok and… and all of them got caught cheating. I know you wouldn’t really do that. I just did it for fun...” I said sheepishly.
He just shook his head and laughed.
“Still, remember that, okay? I love you so much,” he murmured, pressing his lips against mine.
northern lights | lights out series
Having disagreements and arguments with Joshua and Jeonghan wasn’t always smooth sailing. But at least you had learned to navigate through them. But this time, you felt blind. You felt lost.
✮ pairings: joshua hong x female reader x yoon jeonghan ✮ genre: angst, fluff, smut [18+] ✮ aus: rockstar joshua, theatre director jeonghan, boyfriend joshua, boyfriend jeonghan, polyamorous relationship ✮ word count: 20.1k
› 🎧: sunset with you – def. | violet crazy – dpr ian | lovememore. – dosii | fuxxin' love – OoOo | after image – jiwoo
→ season one — season two — read more
✮ warnings: arguing, walking out, anxiety. smut with plot, long sex scenes, sub reader, sub joshua, dom jeonghan, threesomes, mmf sex, unprotected sex, anal sex, vaginal sex, pegging, oral sex, nipple play, masturbation, solo time, messy sex, dry orgasm, cum mixing, creampies, cumming on skin, sex toys, bondage, cucking, anorgasmia. pet names: baby, beautiful, bunny, princess, (hers) babe, baby, baby-boy, handsome, (joshua and jeonghan's)
✮ author’s note: i was supposed to post guilty pleasures first. but then jeonghan decided to make an appearance at the 09.14 concert and wrecked my whole world. also, the sex scene is obscenely long. i'm sorry. you've been warned. ksksks
✮ disclaimer: minors dni this post is intended for 18+ readers. please have your age stated in your description and try not to look like a bot please 🙂.
part ix
Your fingers twitched, hovered over your keyboard, and then settled.
The clock in the corner of your laptop screen read 3 AM on the dot. The room you had set up as a study was so quiet that you could almost hear the static coming from the monitor and laptop cables.
You had rejected the headphones some hours ago, convinced that there was nothing that could help you focus. The third cup of tea of the night sat on your desk, and you drank half-way through. Cold and abandoned.
And the staring contest had been going on for more than thirty minutes now. Words ceased to exist in your mind, coming at you in stale, meaningless sentences. You didn’t want to face it, you didn’t want to admit it. But then you sighed in resignation.
You had writer’s block. Again.
You pushed yourself back, using your hands on the desk to roll out your chair and got up. You left the light on, going down the hallway and into the living room.
The apartment was dark. And it was almost unsettling to walk through its deserted rooms in the middle of the night. The only sound was the one you made when you drew the tall curtains, blocking out the view of the vast, sleepless city.
You turned on the lamp in the living room, and the soft click the switch made was almost too loud. But you were the only one to hear it, and it still made you wince. And then you headed to the kitchen, grabbing the lonely glass of water you had abandoned hours prior and filling it again.
You drank deeply, each large gulp filling your tummy to feel something other than the tight knot of anxiousness trying to eat you alive.
The front door pushed open, the sound causing you to snap from your train of thought. Your first instinct was to run to the front door and receive whoever had just crossed it. But you remained glued to the floor, determined to wait.
Yoon Jeonghan looked like hell.
His face was slightly puffy, his eyes worn and darkened. His hair was messy, ruffled as he had just taken his black beanie off with a sigh, taking a hand to scratch his scalp.
But he came to a sudden stop.
“Hi, baby,” he said, his voice gruff, but he was still gentle when he greeted you. “Why are you still up?” he asked, his tone gentle, coated in worry as he took some steps toward you.
“Hey,” you said dispiritedly, turning to face him.
He wore a black shirt, paired with a black leather jacket, jeans, and sneakers. And when he approached, you noticed a faint smell of tobacco, which made you look for his eyes. He had been smoking lately. Since taking on the role of director of a web television series, he had been stressed and resorting to old habits.
“Is something wrong?” he asked when he noticed you’d dismissed his previous question.
“Nothing’s wrong,” you muttered, eyeing him up and down swiftly. “You were out late,” you pointed, biting back the need to reproach that he’d been smoking again.
“Yeah, filming was delayed longer than I’d expected,” he said, waving a hand like it was nothing.
“You could’ve texted back,” you said flatly, tilting your glass in the kitchen sink and emptying it before exiting the kitchen.
Jeonghan stood there, watching you turn away from him with a perplexed look on his face. He blinked. “I told you I was coming home late,” you heard him say, falling into step behind you.
“No, you told me that yesterday,” you said with a pained tone, but to your advantage, he didn’t get to see that mirrored on your face. “Guess you forgot to tell me today too.”
There was a silence, and the shuffle of Jeonghan’s feet on the marble floor stuttered, but he kept walking behind you.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he started, his tone gentle, and you could hear the honesty in the crack of his voice. “I-I thought I had told you not to wait for me. It must’ve slipped from my head, I’m so—”
“It’s okay, Hannie,” you sighed as you reached the door to the study, turning around to face him. Once you saw his confused expression, you gave up. “Just… forget it,” you said flatly, turning on your heel to return to your desk.
You sat down on your chair, grabbing your mouse and clicking aimlessly. With a painful jab to your gut, you opened the document you were working on again, finding the empty gap that you couldn’t bring yourself to finish. Hesitant, you brought your fingers to the keyboard, trying to type words and string out sentences.
But the presence standing under the doorway made you incredibly aware of how you couldn’t even pretend to write.
“Are you going to stand there?” you asked quietly.
Jeonghan entered the study with a careful gait, and you didn’t want to turn to see him, but you still did. He stood right next to you, sending one fleeting look to the screen right in front of you, and then back to you. “Come to bed with me,” he said softly. And you were quick to catch the cautious demeanour around him.
“I’m mad at you,” you replied to him, but your voice waned in deceit.
Jeonghan showed you a smirk, tilting his head to one side. “Take it out on me. Talk to me,” he told you, shrugging slightly as he tucked his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “Yell at me, I don’t know.”
You shook your head, rolling your eyes as you averted your gaze back to your screen. “I have nothing to say.”
“Baby.”
The chiding way he uttered your name made you look back at him once more. “What?” you asked, letting the annoyance you felt ring in your tone.
“Are you truly going to give me this?” he asked, his mouth transforming into a pout. “Come on. Let’s talk.”
You took a deep breath. “You should’ve texted back,” you repeated slowly, feeling your pulse quicken under the sudden rush of anger.
Jeonghan blinked, confusion settling on the features of his face. “I’m sorry about it. I forgot.”
But you weren’t fast enough to hold a rein on your reaction. You winced, and a quiet voice in the back of your mind questioned whether this was a valid motive to have an argument with him. “Exactly. You and Joshua like to forget that I’m here.”
Jeonghan sighed, but you didn’t give yourself the opportunity to see his full reaction. You glued your eyes to your screen, scrolling aimlessly through your unfinished manuscript, finding nothing. The words written there were almost completely polished; you just needed to write one final scene.
Your heart deflated painfully when Jeonghan backed away from you, leaving the study without saying anything else. You were unsure as to what he could say to make it all better, but right now, everything sounded wrong to you.
Your gaze inevitably wandered to the portrait that sat beside your laptop. It was a photo that Jeonghan had taken one night you went out together for a karaoke date. That night you had solidified in your heart that you wanted nothing more but to spend the rest of your days with Jeonghan and Joshua. You missed that night.
After a long moment of staring at your laptop screen, you sighed, turning it off and pushing yourself away from the desk one final time for the night. You sneaked a look towards the bedroom as you passed it by, finding out that Jeonghan was in the walk-in closet, probably changing his clothes into something comfier. You continued walking until you reached the living room, opening the door to the balcony and stepping outside.
The balcony was long and narrow, but spacious enough to fit a couple of chairs and a small table. You ignored them, propping your elbows on the banister and looking down at the streets below.
It was a chilly night. The breeze hitting your face made your eyes water at first, but you brought your hands to your face, burying your nose in the sleeves of your sweater to warm up. You let your eyelids fall close for a moment, and in that, the weight of your exhaustion finally caught up with you.
Back at your old apartment, you would routinely find yourself standing on the rooftop of the building, staring at the city lights. Looking for inspiration. Your heart squeezed at the memory, wishing you had one more night in that place, wishing you could go back.
There was nothing particular about that place in itself. But things seemed simpler. The old apartment wasn’t big enough for three people, but it didn’t make you feel like you were all alone in a mansion.
And now, having moved to a bigger place, you truly felt a punch in the gut whenever Jeonghan and Joshua left. There was still so much of this apartment that didn’t feel lived in yet. Some spots needed furniture, the floors were cold, and the walls were too tall. Something was wrong about it, and you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.
The door slid open behind you, and you didn’t feel like turning around to see who it was. You kept looking over the twinkling city lights, trying to reach back into your mind and tap into that inspiration you were missing out on lately.
As soon as the place beside you was occupied, your heart fluttered. You knew it was Joshua without even having to turn your head. He placed his elbows on the banister and leaned over, mimicking your position.
After some seconds, you gave up. Turning your head slowly, you found his calm face. Eyes directed towards the city, his lips slightly pressed in a shadow of a smile. When he sensed your gaze on him, he leaned sideways towards you.
“Hi, beautiful,” he said sweetly, moving his gaze from the city to your face. “Is it one of those nights again?”
Confusion swept all over you, dismantling your role of indignation. You opened your mouth, stuttering over empty words, “I uh, c-can’t write,” you admitted, eyes shifting from his face for one second, realizing in your head that the main reason why you were angry in the first place was because of your block.
Joshua’s gaze softened. “Is that why you’re in a mood?” he asked, his tone ever so gentle.
You frowned. “I’m not in a mood,” you fought back, thinking that both Joshua and Jeonghan had come home late in the last few days. “You—”
He smiled softly, catching your small misstep. “You were supposed to hand in the final manuscript three days ago,” he said, his tone dropping even lower.
“But that’s not the reason why I’m angry,” you lied. But as soon as you finished blurting the sentence, you wanted to take it back. You bit your tongue, causing tears to brim in your eyes.
“So you are angry?” he asked slowly, raising his eyebrows.
You let out an exasperated sigh, tearing your gaze away from his face. “You haven’t been home,” you said reproachfully.
That brought the conversation to a full stop. Both of you pondered in silence, looking at the city that had fallen silent as the nightlife slowed down.
Joshua let out a heavy sigh. “Baby, we have talked about this before. Jeonghan and I have very demanding schedules. We can’t—”
“I know,” you cut in quietly, blinking in slight annoyance. “It’s not that—I don’t mind that your jobs are demanding, I truly don’t. I just want you two to try to make time for me.”
“And we agreed that we would, remember?” he said.
You shook your head, gnawing at your bottom lip to mask the slight quiver in it. “You still haven’t,” you mumbled, keeping your gaze on your fidgeting fingers.
Joshua paused. But then, he directed a long look at you, sighing softly in resignation. “Is this really the reason why you’re angry?” he asked, and the softness in his tone was still there, but it felt hollow.
“Yes,” you hissed, the tears in your eyes blurring your vision. It made your heart race to feel your tears flow almost instantly. A nasty, sticky feeling took over you, brimming inside you with a boiling sensation at the pit of your tummy.
A sigh tore through you, making you bury your face in your hands. “I don’t know,” you finally said, sniffling against the sleeves of your sweater.
“Come to bed, baby,” he pleaded, his tone waning. And even though you couldn’t see his face, you could picture his sparkling dark eyes perfectly. “You’re tired. You haven’t been sleeping well these past few nights. Please, you need to rest.”
Your mind was split between the present and the memory of you being so happy just a couple of weeks ago. You were happy that Jeonghan had finally moved in with you and Joshua. You were happy to be with them both.
And now…
You nodded, lifting your head from your hands. Joshua stood back from the banister, now facing you. He brought a hand to your nape and the other to your back, pulling you closer to him. Once your chest touched his, he wrapped you in a tight hug.
“Hey,” he mumbled softly when you sobbed against his chest. “Are you alright?” he asked. “Is something else bothering you?”
You could tell from his tone that Joshua was truly worried. And rightly so—having disagreements and arguments with Joshua and Jeonghan wasn’t always smooth sailing. But at least you had learned to navigate through them. But this time, you felt blind. You felt lost.
But before you could tell him just that, you shook your head, your next sob muffled by the soft fabric of Joshua’s light grey hoodie. The woody scent of his cologne filled your senses, giving you an odd sense of peace. You found the smell of his cologne to be strong, almost aggressive at first—it made your tummy twist. But at the same time, it calmed you down.
Joshua slid his hands to hold you by the shoulders, pulling back from you to look into your eyes. “Let’s go to bed, yeah?” he asked, moving his hand to pinch your chin.
“Okay,” you replied in a mere whisper, motioning for the door.
His hands brought you to a clean stop, firmly pulling you from moving further away from him and towards the sliding door. You turned to him, reading his face, a question forming at the tip of your tongue.
His hands moved from your shoulders, cupping your face fully. A gasp spilled from lips when the question couldn’t get out, because Joshua was crushing his mouth against yours. But he kissed you passionately, almost as though trying to snap you out of your despair. You searched his hands, finding his wrists, which you circled with your fingers.
His warm hands against your cheeks were enough to bring you back to life. You had been feeling so lost, so lonely that it was truly incredible how fast you could be saved from your own thoughts with only a touch.
You moaned in his mouth when his lips moved with yours seamlessly. Almost like two lovers dancing with each other. And when your lips pulled apart, creating a soft smacking sound, you let out a gasp, chasing his lips for more.
“You know you can talk to me, right?” Joshua asked. His tone rose, and this was more than worry now. It was as though he was saying, I know there’s something wrong, but I’ll give you time to figure it out.
It crushed your soul to know that not even you could understand the turmoil happening in your head, in your heart.
“Yeah,” you breathed, teeth clattering slightly because of the chills coursing through you. “I know, Josh.”
Joshua pulled away, but not too far, just enough so he could see your face, your eyes. He then brushed the hair from your temple, tucking it behind your ear. Something he saw in your face made his gaze soften, his dark eyes glimmering against the bright city lights. But he said nothing, even if you could read the love written on his face.
Sometimes Joshua didn’t understand you. Sometimes he did. This was one of those times in which he sensed what was wrong with you, but he allowed you the opportunity for you to catch up with him.
And something about it was so reminiscent of the time you were just beginning to fall in love with him.
A sudden rush of overwhelming love came over you—it pushed you into his arms, and you were kissing him again. He mumbled a half word just as your lips collided with his, but you couldn’t make out what he said.
As your lips moved with his, you felt a daze seep into your skin, melting into your bones. The warmth and affection pouring from him made the armour you had put up crumble to the ground. And now, you were reduced to nothing but true exhaustion.
Joshua smiled, making you feel his lips curving against yours. “I take it that you’re not angry anymore?” he asked, his tone sweet, but teasing.
“I’m still angry,” you whispered stubbornly, even though the feeling had already simmered into nothing but a mere tantrum. “But I’m giving you both a pass for tonight.”
“Mmmn, as much as I want to take the pass, we do need to talk about it,” he said.
“Can we talk about it in the morning? I’m getting cold out here,” you said meekly.
“Of course,” he replied, giving you a small but reassuring smile.
Then he took your hand in his, sliding the door open with his other hand and took you inside. He didn’t need to lead you down to the bedroom by the hand, but he still did it anyway. It felt as though he were victorious that he was able to fish you out of the dark turmoil happening inside your mind, and he was not letting you go.
Jeonghan was lying on his side of the bed, his gaze glued to the phone screen. But once he caught sight of you walking in with Joshua, he discarded his phone on the bedside table. He paid attention now, his eyes quickly scanning your face.
He patted the spot beside him on the bed. “Come here,” he said, noticing that the pointless fury had dissipated.
You climbed on the bed, letting out a tired sigh as you tucked yourself under the covers. “I owe you an apology for how I acted,” you mumbled, moving your head on your pillow to lock eyes with him.
“Ah, don’t worry about it, Princess,” he said, blinking briefly at you. He lifted his gaze from you, finding Joshua. “How was work?”
“It was okay,” he said simply as he started to undress. “Was dying to come back,” he confessed with a shy giggle.
You placed your head on Jeonghan’s chest, using him as a pillow to get a better view of Joshua discarding his clothes one by one, placing them neatly on the armchair.
“Mn, I get that feeling,” Jeonghan mumbled, running his fingers through your hair. And by his tone, you knew that he was looking at Joshua with the same intent as you.
Joshua climbed on his side of the bed. And then came the best part of the day for you—Joshua hooked an arm around your waist and pulled, peeling you off Jeonghan’s chest. You giggled merrily as you were dragged from one side to the other like it was nothing, and as soon as your body collided with Joshua’s, he let out a blissful sigh.
He immediately cuddled up to you, sinking the tip of his nose in your hair, breathing in deeply. Jeonghan said nothing this time, just clicked his tongue and scooted closer to you, a curious look on his face. “You’re feeling better now?” he asked cautiously.
You felt Joshua move behind you, and you knew he was trying to get a better look at you. “Yeah,” you said, but your tone felt off.
None of them commented on how obvious your mediocre lie was.
Jeonghan outlined the features of your face with his gaze. “I’ll remember to text you next time,” he said, pouting softly. “I’m sorry, baby.”
“It’s okay,” you said, tearing your gaze away from him, and in that, you allow both of them to communicate silently through a fleeting glance. “I’m probably just exaggerating.”
Joshua placed a hand on your hip. “Don’t say that,” he said.
“No, I know you both have very hectic agendas,” you said, but your tone was still weak, your gaze shifty.
“But we still have to let you know when we’re coming home late,” Jeonghan countered. Then a half smile drew on his face as you looked at him again. “It’s my day off tomorrow, so you’ll have me all for yourself.”
You matched his smile. “I like the sound of that,” you said softly.
“Yeah?” Jeonghan asked, clearly enjoying seeing you regain your smile.
“Mmm-mmph,” you nodded primly.
“I have an early schedule, but I can come back early,” Joshua mumbled sleepily, going back to nuzzle your hair with his face. “So I’ll be all yours tomorrow night too.”
“Okay. Good,” you said with a pleased tone.
Jeonghan grabbed one of your hands to kiss your knuckles, watching you as you blinked slower and slower. Sleep took you in, and you were mildly surprised to have fallen asleep so easily after nights of being wired up in tension.
“Sleep tight, baby,” Jeonghan said.
You were falling.
The level of awareness you had at that moment was very little—blanketed by the tiredness you felt. You were dreaming, hands roving all over your skin, touching and feeling you in places only you would let them and only them touch. You tried to voice it out—ask them to take you, to touch freely.
Joshua and Jeonghan were having you all to themselves yet again, splayed on the table and wholly naked. You were theirs to have fun with, theirs to take. And you would give yourself to them willingly any day, any night.
Joshua’s mouth was making out with your pussy, hands grabbing your thighs and keeping them apart while Jeonghan played with your nipples—fingers pinching and teasing one while his tongue swirled around the other.
And then you blinked, they had switched positions. Joshua kissed your chest, wrapping his lips around one of your nipples to tug at it lightly. Now Jeonghan was between your legs, tongue buried between your pussy lips, licking vigorously.
The dream took you there quickly—and then you were falling. Your body stretched and went taut beneath the sheets, and you felt yourself emit a sound through your mouth, snapping you awake.
“What’s happening?” you muttered, feeling disoriented. You blinked a few times, understanding that you were having a dream where both of your boyfriends were pleasuring you—taking your body however they pleased. And you cummed in real life.
You turned to your side, finding Jeonghan peacefully asleep, his arm resting across your tummy. His eyelids were trembling slightly, his breathing deep and slow. Then you directed another look to your other side, where you found Joshua, wide awake and looking at you.
The orgasm you just had still sizzled beneath your skin, but as Joshua looked at you, you felt it linger. Your body was now ready for more, eager.
Joshua brushed your cheek with the back of his fingers. “Were you having a good dream, baby?” he asked, his voice low and raspy. It made you think that perhaps you had woken him up by accident.
It took you some seconds to resurface from dream to reality. “Yeah,” you sighed, your tone already honeyed, weighted in arousal.
“Mmn,” he hummed, his voice raspy enough that it came out like a purr. The back of his fingers trailed from your cheek to your hair, threading it gently. A knowing smile spread on his lips when you blinked repeatedly as his fingertips caressed your scalp. “Care to share?” he asked softly.
You let out a breath, stretching your limbs beneath the sheets, and the last aftershocks from your orgasm were already leaving your system. “Don’t remember much,” you mumbled quietly, careful not to disturb Jeonghan’s sleep.
But Joshua wasn’t convinced, his smile spreading wider as his fingers slipped down to hold your chin up. “Want me to help you remember?” he asked, his voice dropping to a whisper.
You moved your head in a tight nod. “Please,” you whispered. And then, something came over you, because you lost all your capacity to stay sane. Your mouth lost all filter. “You both had me on the table.”
Joshua giggled lightly as he kissed you again, more passionately. “What were we doing, baby?” he whispered.
Behind you, Jeonghan stirred beneath the bedsheets, eliminating the space between his body and yours by simply outstretching his arm and scooping you from Joshua’s embrace.
“Ah—” Joshua gasped, watching Jeonghan pull you into a hug.
“You two are loud, I’m trying to sleep,” Jeonghan muttered, sounding half-asleep still. But then he did the opposite of sleeping, sinking his nose in your hair to breathe in the sweet smell of your skin.
Joshua’s gaze trailed down as Jeonghan’s hand pinched the fabric of the oversized t-shirt you were wearing, and then with a flick of his wrist, he hiked it upward, parking his hand on your belly.
Your body jolted against Jeonghan. His hand was cold against your skin, but you always welcomed his touch, light and gentle.
Joshua smiled, knowing that Jeonghan was fully awake now, but refused to let you go. “Where were we?” he asked, keeping his tone low. He scooted some inches towards you, closing the space again between his body and yours.
You giggled quietly before Joshua pressed his lips on yours, giving you tender pecks at first. His hand came to cup your cheek, right before diving into a deeper kiss of locked lips and shy touching of his tongue against yours. It brought a low hum out of you, feeling his tongue swiping on your bottom lip before rolling into your mouth expertly.
“Mn?” he pressed. “Are you going to keep telling me, baby? What were Jeonghan and I doing?” Joshua asked, his soft voice waning softly as your hands searched for him, feeling his warm body beneath the bedsheets and covers.
You squeezed your eyelids. “I uh…” You started, but Jeonghan’s hand moved, leaving a trail of tingles with his cold fingertips on your tummy. “You were eating me out,” you said shakily.
“Yeah?” Joshua whispered. “What else?” he stuttered slightly as you caressed his bare chest with your hand, running it down his torso and feeling the hard muscles of his lats.
“I think you were taking turns,” you said, giggling softly. You were now making the dream up with parts of the things you still remembered.
“Yeah? You were cumming, baby,” Joshua mumbled right before capturing your lips with his. He kissed you swiftly, moving his hand from your cheek to your hip, his fingers outlining the band of your panties.
“How do you know?” you asked curiously.
And as Joshua’s hands toyed with the waistband of your boyshort panties, Jeonghan pressed his front against your ass, making you feel his hardening bulge. You let out a broken sigh, pushing your ass further, wedging it slightly so you could make him grow harder. Jeonghan grunted silently behind you, his hand traveling up from your belly to your chest.
“You were moaning,” Joshua replied, his tone waning as your hand also reached the waistband of his boxers.
Jeonghan cupped one of your tits in his hand, flicking your sensitive nipple with the pad of his thumb and drawing an airy moan from you.
“Just like that,” Jeonghan added quietly.
“You heard it too?” you said, feeling your cheeks get warmer.
“You were moving around more than normal,” Jeonghan mumbled, and you turned over your shoulder, finding his gaze on you. There was a light smile on his face, but just barely. His eyes were still dreamy, shifting from your face to Joshua’s.
“Oh god. That’s embarrassing,” you sighed.
Joshua smirked, pressing a kiss on your temple before getting out of bed. “Not the first time it happens,” he said playfully.
You watched him walk out of the bedroom and into the bathroom. “Do you have to go?” you asked, not even trying to hide the disappointment in your tone.
“Got an early schedule, baby! I will be back at eight, I promise!” he replied from the bathroom as he started the shower.
“Mmph,” you huffed, though not audibly enough for Joshua to hear.
Jeonghan emitted a light laugh, noticing the beginning of your tantrum. “Big baby,” he teased, wrapping you in his arms before kissing your cheek.
“Shuddup, Jeonghan,” you mumbled, feeling hot in the face.
But Jeonghan continued kissing you, from your cheek to your jawline, humming softly when he finally reached your lips. And when he pressed his lips against yours, you were too slow to reciprocate.
Jeonghan started laughing into the kiss. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his tone rising in mockery. “Are you turned off, baby?”
“No,” you said, but your tone felt off. “I just—mmph,” you were cut off by another crushing kiss.
“Grumpy,” he whispered in between kisses.
“Hannie,” you giggled lightly as he showered you with tender kisses, trailing down to your neck to make you moan. Your skin prickled under his lips, making him smile triumphantly.
He stopped kissing you briefly, propping his elbow on the pillow to have a better angle to look at your face. “Hey,” he said softly, waiting for you to lock eyes with him. “I have some errands to run at Cheol’s bar. But I’ll be back in a few hours.”
You noticed the look he gave you. He was studying your face, waiting for your reaction. He was testing to see how you would take his words. And you couldn’t hide the disappointment flitting across the features of your face.
“Oh, okay. I see,” you said, looking away. “That’s okay.”
“But then I’ll come back and we can do something. Just you and me. How does that sound?” he said, sneaking a hand back under your t-shirt, parking right on top of your belly button.
Your eyelids fluttered at his light touch, you nodded. “I like that,” you told him, turning your gaze back to him again. “I just feel sad that we aren’t spending much time together anymore, you know?” you confessed.
His gaze softened. “I know, baby,” he told you, softer now. “Right now our agendas might be tight, but we’ll make it up to you.”
You smiled at him. “Well, you better,” you said.
Jeonghan matched your smile. “We will, sweetheart,” he said, leaning to press his lips against yours. “We’re in this together.”
At that, you felt at peace.
You circled his neck with your arms, locking your wrists as you kissed him again, deeper this time. “Yeah. We are.”
Maybe it was stress. Maybe it was your writer’s block telling you to stop looking at the same document forever.
You set your laptop aside, looking at it with scorn. You had gone down your list of things you always did to combat stress and writer’s block. You went to the gym, you went out, you read new books and watched new movies. The last time you went through something similar, Jeonghan was there for you.
A sharp pain pierced your heart, making you wince on the couch. The pain was so real that it left an echo inside you, lingering with each beating of your heart.
With a big sigh, you rose from the couch, now determined to get through this without the help of anyone. Last time you had Jeonghan to help you out with your writer’s block. And way before that, Joshua was also there to give you inspiration.
You opened the drawer you shared with both of your partners. It was neatly arranged, and you had organized it into different sections. There were toys for you, toys for Joshua and Jeonghan, and toys that could be used with someone else, remotely, and such. You had a wide variety of toys—dildos, vibrators, wands, rings, masturbators, you name it.
But there were the effective ones, which you kept always on sight. Clean, charged, and ready.
Throwing a glance back at the door, you smiled to yourself with a hint of mischief. For a moment there, you felt like you were about to be busted by either of your boyfriends, but you were obviously alone.
After setting down a towel on top of the duvet, you lie on the bed. Doing this with the thought of your boyfriends finding you like this was beyond exciting. It had your blood coursing through you with pure ecstasy, heating your body, your face, your fingers.
You got naked, so now you were lying on the very large bed with your knees spread open. It felt almost surreal to be living this experience—to have not only one but two boyfriends and still resort to using your toys for a little pleasure?
But you discarded the thought aside, determined not to let anything bring you down. You pumped a little bit of lube onto your fingers, letting it drip off your fingers and onto your pussy lips. You sucked in a breath through your lips when the cold, runny liquid slid down your folds, and then you acted fast.
You turned on the suction toy by pressing and holding a button. It started vibrating softly in your fist, and you quickly took it to the top of your mound, finding your clit effortlessly. Your body immediately responded to the feeling of the slow, rhythmic vibrations against the very sensitive bud.
Much to your demise, you amped up the mode sooner than you would’ve thought. The feeling was mechanical, steady. You tried to compare it to the feeling you got whenever either Jeonghan or Joshua ate you out. And you were very much deflated when you wished to have that instead.
But a flashing thought came over you. The memory of that dream you had of your boyfriends sharing you made your entire body respond with a shudder. And you let your mind go, imagining Jeonghan and Joshua eating you out at the same time, both of their tongues lapping on your lips. You closed your eyes, biting your bottom lip to stop yourself from moaning loudly.
And you attempted to hold that fleeting scene in your imagination. You needed that to happen, so you started to feed into the fantasy of having both of your boyfriends with you. You tried to remember how their lips felt whenever they wrapped them around your clit as the vibrator suckled at your clit.
“God,” you choked out, pressing the toy against your engorged clit even harder.
But as the seconds went by, and the pressure built up, you realized that you couldn’t cum.
You lost control, pushing the pad of your thumb on the button, amping up the vibrations against your clit. The feeling now was all-consuming, burning into the bundle of nerves relentlessly, almost aggressively. You whined like a wounded animal, trying to relish the pleasure that was attacking your pussy, and even though you liked the feeling, it was still hard to reach your high like this.
Squeezing your eyelids hard, you tried to pretend that your boyfriends were there. You moved the vibrator around your clit, trying to get more of its incessant vibrations. And even though the pleasure was blooming inside you, it wasn’t an orgasm.
“Fuck,” you whispered to yourself, shutting the vibrator off.
You didn’t think twice and got up, going to your drawer to pull a dildo. And then the same thing happened, you tried reaching your climax in different ways. Different positions. You imagined twenty scenarios in your head.
Nothing.
You opened your eyes slowly, pushing yourself to your elbows and thinking of getting another rabbit dildo instead.
Only to find Jeonghan standing in the doorway.
A gasp left your lips at the sight of him. You hadn’t even heard him come in, let alone, you hadn’t even sensed him watching you masturbate.
But that wasn’t the first of your worries.
Your tummy twisted. He looked glorious. He wore a simple pair of white jeans, a black t-shirt and a denim jacket. It was a simple outfit, but it was he who made it look extraordinary. Leaning sideways against the door frame, he stood there with his arms crossed on his chest.
He tilted his head to one side ever so softly. “Having fun, Princess?” he asked, a small smile playing on his pink lips.
You huffed, trying to calm your rapid heartbeat down. “Trying to,” you mumbled flatly. You put on a pout, trying not to let your shame show. “Help me?”
Jeonghan pushed himself off the frame, walking idly towards the foot of the bed. “You can’t cum, baby?” he asked.
You gnawed at your lower lip, shaking your head as you let your head fall onto the pillow.
You heard a soft laugh, and sneaking a look at him, you watched him get rid of the denim jacket. He placed his hands on his hips, assessing the mess you had made of yourself with a big sigh. “You used all of these toys?” he asked, and when you nodded meekly, he just raised his eyebrows. “And you didn’t cum once?”
“I think there’s something wrong with me,” you said with a flat tone, making him laugh out loud.
“I bet there is,” he said playfully, making you smile. And when the white jeans came off, he climbed on the bed with you. You opened your arms to him as he crawled on top of you. Feeling his body against yours brought a blissful shudder to your body, making you sigh as you welcomed in his warmth, his smell—his presence.
“Why can’t you cum?” he mumbled, his tone sweet. He kissed your mouth swiftly but heatedly, then he moved his lips to your cheek, then to your jawline.
“I don’t know, Jeonghan,” you whined reproachfully. “It’s your fault.”
The accusation made him chuckle. “My fault?” he said.
“Has to be somehow,” you said, closing your eyes as he got to work immediately, kissing your chest with open-mouthed kisses, making your skin prickle and your body shudder.
“Mmph,” he hummed in acknowledgement. “Sounds like me,” he smirked against your skin.
“Yeah, it does,” you replied, not really paying attention to where the conversation was headed.
It was quickly proven that your toys were indeed completely and utterly useless.
Jeonghan was giving loving kisses to your body, doing nothing out of the ordinary. But you were already deep in a puddle of pleasure, relishing the feeling of his lips against your breasts, the way he kissed your nipples slowly, thoroughly.
“Hannie,” you called with a honeyed tone, tangling your fingers in his dark mane of hair, following his movements until he reached your mound.
And when he licked you, your entire body came to life. Your back tensed on the mattress, and your legs twitched. He licked the lube along with your juices, humming at the taste of you mixed with blueberry. His tongue lapped against your pussy lips, giving you broad and generous strokes right before he dove into your entrance with the tip of his tongue, having you wail out in pleasure.
He continued eating you out eagerly, giving a couple of playful tugs to your clit to get you all riled up. Waves of pleasure washed over you, slowly building up to something more. Something you had been so raring to finally have.
Jeonghan stopped.
Your head snapped up, looking at him pull back from your legs, using the back of his hand to wipe your arousal off his chin. “Wh-why did you stop?” you asked.
He gave you a full smile that denoted his mischief. Leaning over you, he gave you a crushing but passionate kiss. “So you have something to blame me for now.”
Your heart squeezed. “Hannie—” you mumbled chidingly. “Keep going,” you said, your tone whiny and soft.
He pretended not to hear you. “What was that?” he teased, kissing below your earlobe.
“Please, keep going?” you asked, subbier now.
“Mmn,” he pretended to ponder. He cupped your cheek with one hand, sliding it down to your chin. “Why don’t you earn it, sweetheart?”
You felt your eyebrows knit. “I thought you were going to help me,” you said with an accusatory tone.
Jeonghan gave you a tiny shrug. “I am, but only if you do what I ask.”
You blinked dumbly. “But—”
“I see you two forgot about me already,” Joshua’s voice came in with a mocking tone.
You gasped, but couldn’t move due to Jeonghan’s body pinning you down to the mattress.
“Behave,” Jeonghan warned you firmly, but still mischievously. He left one final kiss on your cheek before pulling back. “Shuji, you are late. You know what that means,” Jeonghan pointed, sitting back on his knees.
“Late by a few minutes!” Joshua replied with a light laugh.
“But you promised you’d be on time,” Jeonghan quipped back.
Joshua came into your view. Looking at the mess you were in with a mildly surprised look on his face. “What happened here? Did all of your toys run out of battery?” he teased.
“Bunny can’t cum,” Jeonghan smirked.
“Jeonghan—!” you wailed out in shame.
“What?” he laughed. “Isn’t that the truth?”
You gaped at him, but then just huffed. “It is,” you said, blinking bashfully. “I can’t cum.”
“Oh, you sweet thing,” Joshua said with a shockingly beautiful smile. He turned around, starting to take off the plaid shirt he wore over a black wife-pleaser. “If I had known you were in the middle of it, I wouldn’t have interrupted.”
“Actually—” Jeonghan started, winking at you playfully as he climbed off the bed and opened the drawer, “—I was just telling her that if she wants to cum, she has to earn it. And since you were late, you will have to pay for it.”
Joshua raised his eyebrows, halfway through undoing his grommet belt. “Oh,” he uttered, his eyes glinting with understanding. “I think I know where this is going.”
Jeonghan fished out something that wasn’t a toy—not exactly. It was a pair of boyshort panties, but these were specifically to hold a dildo. A harness.
Your mouth fell open.
But before you could even ask, Jeonghan simply went on, “Remember you said you would like to try it?” he asked Joshua, tilting his head to one side curiously. “Is that still on the table?”
Joshua averted his gaze to the floor, pretending to fold his plaid shirt. “Only if Bunny is still up for it,” he mumbled, the tips of his ears turning bright red.
It became hard to read whether Joshua really wanted it or not. But as you studied his movements with your gaze, your heart fluttered. He was shy about it, but only because he really wanted it.
Jeonghan turned to you, a questioning look in his eyes.
There was nothing Jeonghan would dare to do without your consent or Joshua’s. He knew well that Joshua wanted this, so in reality, it was only your say he was waiting on.
But with one look, it became clear to him that you also wanted it. He blinked, and his gaze softened.
“Come here,” Jeonghan ordered, his demeanor instantly changing into one you adored. It was a commanding aura, gentle but firm.
You climbed down the bed, approaching him quietly until you stood in front of him.
“Put these on,” he said, handing you the black boyshort panties. And then he turned to Joshua, motioning with his head. “Get ready.”
Joshua had a playful smirk on his face, but the evident shyness was still painting his ears red. But he still followed Jeonghan’s instruction, heading to the bathroom to prep.
You finished putting on the boyshort panties, and Jeonghan wasted no time, grabbing you by the neck with one hand to crush his lips against yours, giving you a hot kiss. “Do you remember how to do this, baby?” he asked you, and just by the way he breathed, you could tell he was excited.
“I uh—” you looked down at your hips. The boyshort panties were designed to place a dildo right where your mound is, except that Jeonghan hadn’t chosen the dildo yet. “The toy we used was different from this one,” you pointed nervously.
Jeonghan giggled giddily. “Yes, it was,” he said, sliding his hand down from your neck to graze his fingers against the waistband of your panties. “I think this’ll be more comfortable.”
“Hopefully Josh likes it as much as you did that time,” you added meekly, sneaking a glance at his face.
Jeonghan grabbed you by the waist, pulling you closer to the point you felt his black polo shirt against your chest, making your nipples harden. You raised your face to meet his sparkling eyes. “Don’t worry, baby. He will, I know it,” he told you confidently.
You flicked one eyebrow up. “Because you liked it?” you asked meaningfully.
He rolled his eyes, showing you a cheeky smile. “Yeah. But also because you were amazing,” he said with a light chuckle. “And because it feels amazing.”
You shuddered with the memory of it. When you pegged Jeonghan the first time, he was rendered a complete mess—moaning raunchily and babbling nonsense, cumming all over himself like he hadn’t ever before.
And then, he probably knew what you were thinking because he blinked slowly at you, throwing you an endearing look. “I’ll tell you what to do.”
At that, you felt yourself smile. “Okay,” you mumbled right before Jeonghan dipped his head to kiss you softly, almost ghostly.
“Just relax,” he told you in a mere whisper, his voice almost waning in desire.
The sound of Joshua returning to the bedroom made you turn, but not completely, so you still had a chance to look at Jeonghan’s face, the way his eyes seemed to widen slightly at the sight of Joshua.
Joshua was finishing taking his watch off, leaving it on his nightstand. He had kept his clothes on, probably to leave that part for you. Jeonghan immediately slipped into his role, motioning to the bed with one sharp nod of his head. “Take his clothes off,” he told you, patting your side lightly.
Your heart stuttered slightly with excitement at the commanding tone he used with you. But you fell into step behind Joshua, grabbing his hand and turning him towards you. As you met his gaze, the fluttering feeling inside your body intensified so hard that it had you shuddering.
“Hi, handsome,” you said, trying your best to sound sultry.
Joshua smirked softly, catching your act in a second. But he brought two fingers to your chin, pinching it softly. “Hi, beautiful,” he said, his big dark eyes reading you. “Are you ready?”
You laughed lightly. “Shouldn’t I be asking that question to you?” you said pointedly.
He gave you a half shrug. “Why can’t it go both ways?” he asked, raising his eyes to Jeonghan, who was standing right behind you. “Are you just going to watch?”
“I’ll tell Princess what to do,” you turned over your shoulder to see the smirk plastered on his stupidly handsome face. “I’m improvising.”
Joshua rolled his eyes. “Figured,” he mumbled.
“Enough talking,” Jeonghan said, patting your ass again with his hand.
“Okay,” you sighed nervously. Your hands found the hem of Joshua’s black wife-pleaser, slipping them beneath to feel the hard muscle of his abdomen, his warm skin. At the same time, you pushed yourself to your tiptoes, touching his lips with your own tauntingly.
Joshua’s eyelids fluttered closed at your touch, but he still responded to your light kiss, pressing his lips against yours slowly. A ghostly laugh escaped through his lips when you slid your palms up the sides of his torso, fingertips grazing his lats while hiking his wife-pleaser up.
“Relax,” you mumbled into his lips, surprised that your voice sounded like a purr. “I got you,” you told him, more confident now.
“I know, baby,” he responded, his voice also gruff, low. “I just like you very much.”
You could feel Jeonghan standing behind you, watching you undress Joshua slowly, enjoying every step of the process. You removed his wife-pleaser completely, revealing his hard chest, his strong shoulders.
“I like you very much too,” you said, tilting your head to one side to let your gaze wander down his body.
Joshua swallowed hard, his gaze flitting from you to Jeonghan. “All yours,” he whispered.
You showed him a tiny smirk. “I know, baby. All mine,” you said.
Jeonghan’s hand came down firmly on your glute now, and if it weren’t for the boyshort panties you wore, it would’ve stung more. “Get on with it,” he ordered you.
You yelped from both the surprise and the hard pain shooting across your skin. But it got you excited all the same. “Sorry,” you said with a playful giggle. “Got carried away.”
Both men smiled at the sound of your laugh. You heard Jeonghan’s sigh at the same time Joshua showed you an endearing smile.
You took his washed-down jeans off, heartbeat fluttering wildly as you revealed more of his body. He’d been working out more, and the results were crazy fast. His muscles flexed with every movement he made, even when he stepped out of his pants. You gnawed at your bottom lip, reaching out to graze your fingertips on the faint lines of his abdomen, stopping at the band of his boxers, waiting for instruction.
“Go on,” Jeonghan mumbled, his voice fading. He was clearly enjoying this too.
And by the look on Joshua’s face, he did too. He liked being watched. He had always liked it. He loved being admired, and to have the two people he loved the most looking at him like this made him grow hard. So when you pinched the waistband, pushing his boxers down, you weren’t surprised to see his hardened cock.
You sighed out when your hands finally touched him, but this was fleeting. As you reached out to grab him, you were beginning to pump him languidly, enjoying the way he looked at you with lust-lidded eyes.
And then another spank came.
“Get him on the bed, baby,” Jeonghan told you.
“Come on,” you told Joshua, pushing him with your hands on his chest. Joshua sat on the bed, crawling backwards until he could lie his head on the pillows, his dark eyes never leaving you.
You sneaked a look at Jeonghan, who was removing his own polo shirt with one efficient move. “Get him ready for you,” he said meaningfully. “Remember how?”
You nodded, licking your bottom lip before biting down on it.
That time you did this with Jeonghan, it started with playful banter and kisses that turned into sloppy make-out sessions. But you knew this time was different; you had the experience already, but this time you were doing it as a full-blown polycule.
Your gaze left Jeonghan just as he was sitting down on the bed right next to Joshua, his eyes on you while you straddled Joshua. Jeonghan had gotten rid of the rest of his clothes when you weren’t looking. And he’d brought with him a pair of pink fuzzy handcuffs, a pink dildo, and the bottle of lube.
You swallowed hard, excitement making your heart flutter.
Joshua’s gaze wandered from your face to the fuzzy handcuffs, his mouth parting softly as a questioning look took over the features of his face.
You slipped a hand beneath his chin, moving his face towards you. “Eyes on me, baby,” you told him sulkily, but your tone was velvety and honeyed at the same time. Joshua gave you a very light smirk, clearly enjoying the soft, dominant side of you. His pierced eyebrow quirked up, but he obeyed you without any quippy remarks.
And it had your heart pumping hard and fast against your ribcage. More than the arousal, it was the eagerness to make him feel good. So you started attempting to achieve just that, bending over, and planting the tenderest kiss against his plump and wet lips.
“Are you going to behave?” you asked him, mirroring the things he told you whenever you sub for him. Your tone was low and soft. It sounded enticing. But it was the darkened look you threw at him quite effortlessly.
“Depends,” he said, his entire demeanour waning at the sight of your confidence.
You showed him a smirk. “Keep your focus on me,” you said, the words landing firmly despite them being coated with honey.
“Or what?” he breathed, eyelids fluttering wildly when you sat back, pressing your crotch against his growing erection.
You grabbed his hands, placing them on your thighs, indicating to him where you needed him to touch you. “Or I’ll get nasty,” you told him.
Joshua let out a low cackle, his body vibrating below yours. “Tempting,” he said, sneaking another look at Jeonghan. “Don’t you think?”
Jeonghan pressed his lips into the tiniest of smirks. He couldn’t hide his own enjoyment in his glinting eyes either, looking at you and then at Joshua. “Can’t say it isn’t,” he said, then nodded at you. “Keep going, princess.”
You suddenly became too conscious of your own body. The excitement pulsing in your veins, making your skin prickle and hot. The way your limbs moved, graceful but at the same time, you felt in a rush of emotions, making your fingertips twitch and tremble as you ran your hands on Joshua’s torso from his abdomen to his chest.
You bent over again, kissing his lips one more time. “Be good, yeah?” you breathed.
“I’ll be good,” Joshua replied in kind.
You left a kiss on the corner of his lips, feeling his hands explore your body while you kissed his neck, his collarbones. You adored his body, kissing every inch of his skin to show him how badly you wanted him to feel good. And when you reached his chest, he instantly tensed, his hands slipping to grab your thighs, clenching them softly.
Joshua sucked in a breath through his teeth, the hissing sound cutting through the air. “Fuck,” he whispered as you palmed his bulging pecs, brushing one of his nipples with the pad of your thumb while you grazed the other with your teeth, ever so lightly.
“Mmn,” you hummed softly, enjoying his reaction. Now, emboldened, you closed your thumb and pointer fingers around his nipple, pinching it softly as you licked the other.
The grip his hands had on your thighs tightened, but without hurting. You caught sight of the skin on his arms prickling at the sensation of your tongue on his nipple, so you repeated the same motion on the other.
“That feels good,” he sighed blissfully.
His eyes were closed, his red, plump lips were parted, the lower hanging almost in a silly-looking way. Then, as you bent over to run the tip of your wet tongue around his nipple, his eyebrows began knitting. And you wanted to get more of that look.
Slowly, you covered his skin with loving kisses, trailing down to his navel. The tips of your fingers outlined the soft hairs of his happy trail, from below his belly button until you reached his pubic hair, teasing him a little with the lightest of touches.
You sneaked a glance at his face. Joshua swallowed hard when your gaze met his, his hand finding your cheek to cup it with careful fingers. He watched as you grabbed his hard cock with one hand, angling it so you could kiss the tip without tearing your gaze away from his.
Then, testing him, you licked the bulbous head of his cock, which was flushed and oozing precum. Joshua was already tense, so he could only let out a quiet moan as he watched you swirling your tongue around his cockhead. “Fuck,” he gritted, closing his eyes. You were wrapping your lips around him, and then you started blowing him off.
“God, baby. You’re so good at this,” Jeonghan praised, watching you bob your head up and down on Joshua’s cock.
“Fuck, yes she is,” Joshua gasped, his tone strangled as you hollowed out your cheeks, making obscene noises with your mouth wrapped around his cock.
His fist closed around your hair, fingers coiling tightly around your strands of hair and making you whine in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
“Behave,” Jeonghan told Joshua, his tone stern and unquestionable.
You took his cock into your mouth again, gagging softly as his tip kissed your throat, but barely. He was so big that you couldn’t fit him into your mouth completely, so you began stroking him around the base.
“I’m trying,” Joshua gasped.
Jeonghan wasn’t pleased with that answer. A metallic and fuzzy material was slipped into the free hand, and you instantly knew what Jeonghan’s intention was. You grabbed the handcuffs, blindly finding the button that snapped them open, and waited.
One of Joshua’s hands was still firmly attached to your thigh. So it was easy to find his wrist and close one of the handcuffs around it, the metallic click bouncing off the walls.
You raised your head, taking his hand by the handcuff and placing it above his head. “Told you to be good,” you said, hovering on top of him.
Joshua blinked slowly at you, a faint smirk painting his face. “That was me being good,” he told you with a flick of his studded eyebrow. “And you know it.”
You nearly gasped at his words. “Give me your other hand,” you said, trying to exert control. But in reality, you were flustered. And dripping wet.
Joshua obediently offered you his other wrist as you hooked the chain of the handcuffs around the rails of the headboard. And when the other cuff closed around his wrist, you fell into a desperation.
You wanted to ditch the plans of just making him feel good. You wanted to feel good too.
But you pushed your own desires aside.
You positioned yourself between his legs, grabbing the bottle of lube that you had used beforehand. You lathered your fingers first, and then you started teasing him by grabbing his cockhead with your hand, pumping him languidly as your lubed fingers circled his hole.
Joshua sucked in a breath again, clenching his teeth tightly as he watched you play with his patience. “Babe,” he whispered shakily.
“Mmn?” you replied, almost primly.
“Hurry,” he whispered impatiently.
“Relax, let our Bunny do her thing,” Jeonghan said with a light giggle, outlining Joshua’s sharp jawline with two fingers, motioning Joshua’s face towards his. “You said you’d behave.”
You continued spreading lube around his hole before using one finger first, feeling his entire body react to it. “God, that feels good,” Joshua whispered, closing his eyes as you started working him open.
“Yeah, I know,” Jeonghan replied, giving him a slow, passionate kiss.
Joshua moaned into the kiss, his hands twitching uncontrollably in their cuffs as you pushed another finger inside him, scissoring him slowly. You knew Joshua was just as eager as you were because he pulled back from the kiss, giving you a look. “Please, baby, just do it,” he said with a high-pitched whine.
“You’re ready for me, Josh?” you asked slowly, still pushing your fingers inside him.
He nodded with sharp and rapid motions. And that was enough confirmation for Jeonghan, who sat up, grabbed the pink dildo from the bed and placed it in your boyshort panties. He placed a kiss on your shoulder, watching you stroke the dildo up and down, lubing it completely.
And then you scooted your hips closer to his ass, your thighs spread in position as you guided the pink tip of your dildo to his hole, notching it playfully at first. Joshua let out a sharp breath, but didn’t stop you. His eyes were locked on your face, blinking slowly as you started pushing in, and in…
“Fuck,” Jeonghan whispered at the sight.
“Oh, god,” Joshua gritted, sinking the back of his head on the pillow. He sighed deeply, screwing his eyes shut. “Fuck, fuck, baby,” he drawled as you pushed in your toy in and out of him shallowly, testing him.
“Slowly, Princess,” Jeonghan said beside you, his eyes trained on the pink dildo disappearing inside Joshua.
You felt clumsy at first, thrusting the dildo by moving your hips with slow, tiny motions. But as you rolled your hips on him, you caught a rhythm you could keep without tiring out quickly. And it had Joshua moaning out raunchily, clenching around the toy and forcing his wrists against the cuffs.
“Deeper,” Joshua sighed, blinking repeatedly. “Please go deeper, baby,” he pleaded with a raspy tone.
You looked at Jeonghan, asking for permission. He nodded at you, and then you pushed your hips flushed against Joshua’s, slipping your hand on the back of his thigh to angle him for your deep thrusts.
“Good girl,” Jeonghan said beside you.
Joshua gasped, his body arching off the mattress as he moaned. “Fuck, that feels good,” he said. “Don’t stop,” he said, his eyebrows furrowing deeply. “Please, please.”
“Make him cum, baby,” Jeonghan told you, his eyes shining with both awe and adoration for you and Joshua.
And you imagined what you would look like from Joshua’s point of view. Your cheeks were flushed, sweat covering your forehead, but just barely. Joshua couldn’t keep his eyes away from your face as you mirrored his expression of pleasure. His eyes dipped to your chest, to your tits every time they bounced as your thrusts turned faster.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he gritted, his mouth dropping open as he gasped desperately.
Jeonghan acted fast, lying on his side to kiss Joshua. He wrapped his hand around Joshua’s hard cock, and started stroking fast around its head, just as ropes of white cum started spurting, and just continued leaking, landing all over Joshua’s abdomen, chest and the back of Jeonghan’s hand.
Joshua was breathing hard as Jeonghan pulled back after leaving a soft kiss on Joshua’s bottom lip. “Baby, stop,” Jeonghan told you.
“No—keep going,” Joshua pleaded, his eyes teary in pleasure.
Your hips stuttered, but Jeonghan nodded at you, pushing you to continue thrusting. You planted your hands on Joshua’s hips—just like he does it when he fucks you, and just continued fucking him, deep and fast.
“You’re going to cum again?” Jeonghan asked, not hiding the awe in his tone.
Joshua’s hands balled into fists, a gasp leaving him as he just nodded, his gaze wandering back to you. You were beginning to grow tired, but you didn’t relent. Changing the position of your body, you leaned forward slightly, putting the work on your knees and thus bringing down your hips on Joshua slightly harder.
“Fuck!” Joshua gasped. “Right there, baby,” he whined raunchily.
And then something out of the ordinary for you happened. Because Joshua began letting out a series of lewd sounds, gasps and moans, his cock twitching in the same way it does every time he cums. Joshua was having an orgasm—one that was very evident by the way the air left him, in the way his body was taut and beginning to tremble.
Joshua blinked slowly, opening his eyes as he went lax and looked around curiously. You slowed down, stopping only when Jeonghan gave you a tight nod with his head.
“What happened?” you asked, your tone rising in slight worry.
Jeonghan smirked just as Joshua lifted his head, looking down at his body. “Shuji had a dry orgasm.”
Joshua sighed, a lazy smile spreading on his lips right before he let his head fall back onto the pillow, giggling slowly. “I didn’t even notice,” he said.
“Was that a first?” you asked, tilting your head to one side.
He nodded, licking his lips. “Felt like a normal orgasm,” he shrugged.
“Are you good?” you continued.
“Yeah, baby,” he said, sighing once more. “Wonderful.”
You looked at Jeonghan again, looking for more instruction. “Take that off,” he told you, motioning to the boyshort panties as he grabbed one towel he had prepared beforehand and started cleaning Joshua’s abdomen. “You did well,” Jeonghan muttered, looking at Joshua’s face dreamily.
You climbed off the bed, discarding the panties and the dildo altogether.
“That was amazing,” Joshua said, following Jeonghan’s gaze as they locked eyes briefly.
But their moment was cut short. You crawled on top of Jeonghan, pushing him down with your hands planted firmly on his chest. He sat back against the headboard, gasping softly as you straddled him and, without any foreplay, any warning, you sank on his cock.
“God,” Jeonghan bit back a moan, both men looking at you now.
You let out a blissful sigh as you bottomed out on him, his hands grabbing your hips to guide you through it, knowing you were tired. But you rolled your hips on his cock as though your life depended on it. Sweet, sweet pleasure was building back inside your body, sizzling beneath your skin as both of your partners held witness to you being so horny that you couldn’t even speak.
Jeonghan’s hands clutched your hips tighter, swallowing a moan. “Fuck, baby,” he said in pure awe. “You’re so wet. Did you like fucking Joshua?” he said, a smirk spreading on his beautiful lips,
“Mmm-huh,” you nodded, letting out a whiny moan as you grinded your hips down on Jeonghan, feeling his cock reach in so deep that your eyes started to water.
Jeonghan moaned with you, blinking slowly as his own pleasure started to build up. He turned to Joshua, nodding at him meaningfully. And once again, you were too slow or too unaware of their silent communication that you didn’t know what was going on before it happened.
Joshua nodded back, pressing the button of the handcuffs with the pad of his thumb. The handcuffs sprang open, letting him free in an instant. And your dominance was gone with it, too, as you watched Joshua push himself on his knees and right behind you. With one effortless move, he snatched you up from Jeonghan’s body, bending you over for him and slipping his hard dick inside you, all in one go.
“Joshua—!” you gasped, instantly subdued to the merciless snapping of Joshua’s hips against your ass.
You placed your hands on the headboard, bent over Jeonghan as he watched your face, your body, your pretty tits bouncing against his face as Joshua fucked you hard and fast. Jeonghan cupped your tits, softly palming them before taking one of your nipples into his mouth, suckling obscenely loud.
“Fuck,” you gasped lewdly. “I think I’m gonna cum,” you said.
“Let go,” Joshua husked in your ear, his arms still firmly wrapping your body as he pushed himself in and out of your cunt. “Cum for me,” he said.
Your eyes searched Jeonghan’s face as he pulled back, giving you a tiny nod. “Cum on his cock, baby.”
The tight coil inside you finally snapped, making you wail out in pure pleasure. Your eyes rolled back right before your eyelids fluttered closed, letting go of the tears gathering in the corners. Your hands held onto Joshua’s forearms, your fingernails sinking deeply into his skin as you cummed like you haven’t in a while.
“Fuck, you’re making a mess, baby,” Jeonghan sighed, getting all the view of your cum dripping out of your pussy.
Joshua let out a deep moan that reverberated on his chest, vibrating against your back. He pressed his forehead against your nape, his deep thrusts slowing down and now using his arms to sink you back down on his cock, fucking his cum deep into you. “God,” he gritted against your skin, pressing a tiny kiss. “Feel so good.”
And then you thought he would let you go. But instead, he sat you back down on Jeonghan, making you gasp as his cock slipped inside, pushing Joshua’s cum and yours back inside your pussy.
“Fuck,” Jeonghan whispered, moving his hips sloppily at first, trying to fuck his cock into you.
You followed the motion of his hips, moaning at the sight of Jeonghan’s face riddled with pleasure. It gave you another rush of energy, making you plant your hands firmly on Jeonghan’s chest, angling yourself forward right before you started rolling your hips faster.
Jeonghan’s mouth fell open. “Fuck, that’s it, baby,” he drawled lazily, looking at you as you fucked him hard and fast. “That’s it,” he added in a mere whisper.
Joshua slumped down on the bed beside Jeonghan. And now you had them both looking at you, both men completely and utterly lost in you, in your face, in the way you were moving your body.
“Baby, keep going,” Jeonghan said, his tone rising but still gruff. “Fuck, I’m cumming,” he said, and then let out a deep moan. “Fuck, oh fuck—” he gasped, mouth parted as his eyes locked with yours.
A wave of pleasure washed all over you, making your skin prickle. And it pushed you to take your fingers to your mound, stroking your clit with fast swirls. Your entire body shook when Jeonghan’s hands clenched your hips tightly, fingernails digging into your skin. The sudden flash of pain had you tipping over the edge.
“Jeonghan—” you gasped, right before your second orgasm took over you, hot waves of pleasure consuming you quickly. The thought of having both of your partners sharing you like that—cumming inside you—it drove you crazy.
You stopped after a couple of seconds, breathing hard, languid with pleasure and exertion to the point that you felt ready to pass out.
Jeonghan read you well. He grabbed you by the wrist, tugging you towards him. You simply lay your head on his shoulder, facing Joshua, who was lying still, or equally as tired as you were.
“That was… intense,” you said.
Joshua smiled. “That’s one way to put it,” he said.
“That was amazing,” Jeonghan said with a big sigh, pressing his lips against your shoulder. “You were amazing, baby.”
“I agree,” Joshua said, grabbing your hand to kiss your knuckles.
“Yeah?” you asked, “Did you like it, Josh?”
“I loved it,” he said, blinking slower and slower.
Aftercare happened like it usually did. You showered, checked if your body needed water or food, and got ready for bed. You tidied the bedroom first, cleaning all of your toys from the bed, along with the evidence of the activity you had with your boyfriends.
You were the first one to lie on the bed. You waited patiently, looking at your boyfriends prepare their things for their next day at work respectively. Jeonghan joined you first, and Joshua was last.
“You’re okay, Bunny?” Joshua asked curiously as he lay on his side.
“Yeah, why?” you frowned.
Joshua’s gaze flitted to Jeonghan in a dash. It was a fleeting glance, but you noticed. “You’re quiet,” he said. “More than usual.”
“I’m tired,” you said. But once again, your tone landed weakly.
“Is there something you want to talk about, baby?” Jeonghan asked, his tone rising slightly.
Your breath caught in your throat. There was so much that you wanted to share. All your concerns, all of your anxieties, gone with one breath. You gaped at Jeonghan briefly, right before tearing your gaze away from his face, directing it to the ceiling.
“I want us to spend more time together.”
The room stilled at your confession. Joshua didn’t move, his gaze fixated on your face, as Jeonghan turned on the bed, now mirroring Joshua.
“What do you mean?” Joshua asked softly, slowly.
“Yeah, you’re barely here,” you said, still avoiding eye contact. You started to fidget with your fingers, twisting around the sheets. “I want us to do more things together—I don’t know. I miss us.”
Your tone fell at the last word uttered. And you felt your words reaching them, even if they said nothing at first.
“Well, what do you want to do, Princess?” Jeonghan asked.
At that, you dared to look up. Jeonghan was calm, but as you locked eyes with him, he immediately started to read the features of your face. But you still went on, determined to let your thoughts out. “I know that it’s… a bit complicated for us three to go out on dates in public.”
“But you’ve thought of something,” he caught on.
You nodded. “Remember that I told you I wanted to go camping?” you asked Jeonghan.
He blinked and then nodded.
“I found the perfect place,” you said, heartbeat going so fast inside your chest that it made your tone quiver. You reached for your phone under your pillow and then quickly pulled out the photos of a camping site you found online. “Maybe we could rent a cabin. Or get a tent, I don’t know. But I would like to go here.”
You showed them the pictures, Jeonghan took the phone from your hand, swiping a finger on the screen to read more about the place. Its location, the details, and prices. Your heart fluttered in excitement.
“It’s a nice place. Off the grid. Might work,” Jeonghan said, locking your phone and leaving it on the nightstand.
You turned to Joshua, and without him even uttering a word, you knew what his answer would be. And your heart deflated completely.
“Baby, I think it’s a nice idea. And I would love to do it someday soon but,” he breathed in deeply, bracing himself to see the disappointment in your face. “I can’t have breaks right now. Not when we’re getting ready for the second leg of the tour and recording music.”
You lowered your gaze, nodding dejectedly. “I get it,” you whispered, trying hard not to choke up.
Joshua pinched your chin, commanding your gaze back to his face. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t have dates, you know?” he said, offering you a hopeful smile.
“Like what?” you replied, swallowing hard.
“Maybe we could do a movie night. Or we could play board games again. Or dinner with wine, I don’t know,” he said, shrugging lightly.
“I’d like that,” you said, sniffling softly. “Can we do all of that soon?” you asked.
Joshua blinked, his brow furrowing. “Yeah. Of course, baby,” he said.
“Tomorrow?” you asked, your tone tiny.
Jeonghan chuckled. “I have a rehearsal. Let’s do it this Wednesday.”
“In three days?” you asked, looking down at the bedcovers. “Okay.”
There was an exchange of looks between Jeonghan and Joshua. You could sense it in the way the air emptied, in the way there was a tension tightening in the room, but there was nothing voiced out loud.
“Is there something else you want to tell us, baby?” Jeonghan asked in a tone that was low, but sweet. Cautious.
You shook your head on your pillow.
And something hung in the air, deflating your heart with remorse. Something telling you that if you didn’t speak up now, you’d pay for it later. You’d been through this before, and somehow, you just didn’t learn.
Because you never learn. Not until it was too late.
Days went by, and you became more and more convinced that something was wrong. Like maybe you had moved into the wrong place, maybe you had jumped into something too fast, too soon. Now, you were entirely alone in a place that felt like a palace—of shiny floors that almost showed your reflection, cold spaces that felt too empty that you could hear your own echo.
You were alone.
Joshua was out recording music for his next album.
Jeonghan was caught up in long hours of filming.
You balled your hands into fists, trying to swallow your incoming tears. You desperately craved for either one of them to get back to you, to notice that you were in dire need of attention. Oh, because you recognized that you were just mad because both Jeonghan and Joshua had forgotten about the movie night.
They forgot, you thought with a stabbing pain in your gut. They forgot about your plans to spend the night together. It was insulting, really. You had worked really hard to get this afternoon free to spend it with them… and they simply had different plans that would consume the rest of their day and would give no second thought to your efforts.
You stared at your phone screen. The chat you shared with them called Home sat vacant. You hesitated before typing,
Did you guys forget about tonight?
I thought we had agreed to have a date tonight.
No answer.
I’m done.
With a frenzied feeling reeling inside you, you pushed yourself to your feet from the couch and made your way to your bedroom. There were big tears in the corners of your eyes as you pulled out your duffel bag and emptied it out on the walk-in closet floor. You grabbed your essentials, sleepwear, two changes of clothes and toiletries.
That sane part of you was begging to pull the brakes. Begging you to think this through before you do something really stupid. But that part was growing smaller as the seconds went by, and you felt freer from the shackles of that stupid pain stuck deep inside of you like a thorn.
You were convinced now that you were doing this for yourself. After changing your clothes, you went to your studio to pack your laptop—and then something stopped you.
The photo on your desk, showing both Jeonghan and Joshua smiling with you, caused you to rethink for a split second. With a short sigh, you grabbed a sheet of paper, splitting it in two and wrote two different messages, leaving each on its respective side of the bed.
Your heart thumped in your chest loudly as you made your way down to the elevator, duffel bag on one shoulder, laptop bag on the other. But you didn’t stop, and you didn’t look back.
And then, you left.
Jeonghan felt his pulse strumming on the base of his throat.
As soon as he got the chance to get a moment by himself, he pulled out his phone. It had been vibrating incessantly for a few minutes and then just stopped. He’d thought it would be just usual business in the group chat he shared with you and Joshua, maybe you’d sent something funny, or maybe not that funny and Joshua was teasing you for it.
But as Jeonghan scrolled through his messages, his heart dropped to his stomach.
At the top of his screen, Joshua’s name and phone number appeared. Jeonghan hurriedly pressed the green button, accepting the call.
“Hey, what’s going on?” Jeonghan asked calmly, but his gut feeling was telling him to run.
“I was going to ask the same thing to you,” Joshua said, and by the sound of it, Jeonghan could tell that he was still busy in the recording studio.
“Did we miss the movie night?” Jeonghan raised his wrist in front of him, bringing his smart watch to life. It was Tuesday. He frowned.
“I thought that was happening tomorrow,” Joshua said, also responding to what would’ve been Jeonghan’s next question. “She’s not answering my texts, and she’s not picking up the phone.”
Jeonghan sighed heavily and started to walk towards the parking lot where he’d left his car. “I’m heading back home. You keep trying her phone, okay?”
“Yeah, I will…” Joshua replied, disheartened. “Maybe we just didn’t make sure when we agreed to do it.”
Jeonghan blinked, car keys ready in his hand as he stood in front of his car. “But we didn’t,” he frowned. “Or did we?”
“I don’t know. We could’ve,” Joshua replied, and just by the tone of his voice, Jeonghan could picture the expression on his boyfriend’s face perfectly. The worried look, the slightly knitted brows. “But that doesn’t matter now. Not when she thinks we haven’t really been present with her. And that we’re not making time for her, you know?”
“Yeah, I’m all too familiar with how that goes,” Jeonghan replied shortly, getting into his car and turning the engine on. “I’m heading back home. I’ll text you when I get there.”
“Sure. I’ll try to break free from here soon too. Bye,” Joshua said, hanging up right after.
At that moment, Jeonghan could hear the slight tinge of worry in Joshua’s voice. He knew then that the panic inside him was not misplaced, not entirely.
As he drove there, he kept dialling you through his car’s dashboard, getting more and more anxious each time you rejected his calls. He kept thinking of what to say now that might compensate for this big fuck up—even if it wasn’t truly a fuck up and you got the dates mixed up. There wouldn’t be an easy way to sort this one out, not at first.
“Come on, baby. Just pick up,” Jeonghan whispered to himself.
The elevator ride was excruciatingly slow. It had him tapping his fingertips against the rail outlining the metal box, sighing at each time he felt like his lungs were about to burst.
Jeonghan hated conflict. He hated facing someone he cared about and potentially saying hurtful things to each other, even if those things weren’t necessarily insulting.
He pulled out his phone and opened his chat with Joshua, texting: I just got home. Where are you?
The elevator doors parted as he pocketed his phone, making his way into the apartment. He felt his phone vibrate in the pocket of his jeans, but Jeonghan didn’t have the headspace to pay attention to that—because when he opened the door, his heart instantly deflated.
“Baby?” he called tenderly as he pushed himself through the apartment, finding the living room decorated in a movie night theme.
There was a bowl with popcorn on the coffee table, three clean wine cups and a bottle of red wine were lined neatly around the bowl. You had set the coffee table with your favorite snacks and had also left your favorite board games at hand in case the movie wasn’t entertaining enough.
Jeonghan’s heart squeezed as he looked at the living room and everything you had done for the date. You had readied everything for the perfect date, but not only that—with so little, you showed just how much you had missed hanging out with Joshua and Jeonghan. The details, the preparations—you were excited.
You missed the homeliness of it. You were eager to have that again with them.
“Bunny?” Jeonghan called your name, louder this time. He made for the bedroom with a hurried step now. “Baby, we’re sorry, we thought—”
He came to a stop.
Your clothes were scattered on the floor, trailing to the walk-in closet, where Jeonghan found more items that belonged to you. The side of the closet that was for your stuff was messy, as though picked apart in a hurry.
Jeonghan’s pulse began to race. His mind was split apart, but somehow he still had the lucidity to think sharply, even though part of it was beginning to reel anxiously. He ran to your studio, knowing now that he wouldn’t find you there—but he would find a definitive answer instead.
Your laptop was gone from the desk.
At that, Jeonghan stopped completely, knowing there was nothing else to be done here.
He returned to the bedroom, feeling lost. His heart was still beating frantically, vibrating through his whole body to the point he felt like he was on the verge of puking.
However, this time he saw something that he had missed at first. There was a sheet of paper neatly placed beneath his pillow, and an identical one beneath Joshua’s as well. He went around the bed and grabbed his, opening it with trembling fingers.
I left to get some time and space for myself. I’ll be sitting by the lake, looking at the stars. I love you.
Jeonghan read the brief note written in your handwriting over and over again, walking aimlessly until he stumbled upon the couch. There was so little information on the note, but with that, you were letting him know where you had gone. And Jeonghan knew perfectly well that you wanted to be left alone.
This fuck up, as Jeonghan had called it, had struck a nerve for you.
But his attention was robbed at the sound of the front door clicking. He raised his head, trying to compose himself as best as he could as Joshua made his way to the living room, taking his jacket off.
“Hey,” Joshua sighed, his face still contorted in a frown. “How bad is it?” he asked, blissfully aloof to the graveness of the situation.
Jeonghan’s shoulders went slack as his entire body went heavy with anxiousness. He breathed in, preparing himself for it. “Joshua—”
“What?” Joshua asked, his face melting into worry.
“She’s not here,” Jeonghan said, folding your note with his fingers. Anxiety built up swiftly, coiling around his throat. He gulped hard. “She packed a bag. Left a note. There’s one for you too.”
Joshua’s mouth parted softly as acknowledgement sank within him. And then he shuddered hard. “She left?” he asked dejectedly, his eyes widening as he hurried to the bedroom.
Jeonghan made no move to follow him and waited, hands holding your note still as he looked around the living room.
The space was so large that even Jeonghan felt small in the white, tall walls of it. And his poor heart was crushed over the thought of you waiting for him and Joshua to come through that door—only to find out that once again, you had been ignored and work was more important.
“Fuck,” Jeonghan sighed, taking his hand to his face and rubbing it hard, trying to ease the pain in his chest.
Joshua came back to the living room, his entire demeanor darkened with misery all over. He was pressing the phone to his ear, but then locked it and threw it somewhere on the couch again. “She took her laptop too,” Joshua said, as though that were the damning evidence of your punishing departure.
A pause.
The room stilled in cold, dead silence. The emptiness permeated the walls of the living room, and somehow, this place felt strange to Jeonghan now that he had your absence to ponder over.
“What do we do now?”
Jeonghan shook his head slowly. “We do nothing,” he said, his tone flat.
Joshua paused, deadpanning to Jeonghan. “Nothing—what do you mean nothing?” he gasped.
Jeonghan made a motion to Joshua’s note that was still neatly folded in half. “What does yours say?”
Joshua unfolded the sheet of paper and handed it to Jeonghan without a word. This note was a bit lengthier, and Jeonghan suspected why.
I’ll come back as soon as I clear my head. I really need this for myself, so please don’t come find me. I’ll be at the camping site I told you about. Please try not to worry about me, I’ll be fine. I’ll be safe. I will come back. I love you.
“So what, we just sit and wait? Shouldn’t we be doing something?” Joshua asked with an anxious edge to his tone. He grabbed onto the end of the headrest of the sofa as he tried to bring himself to a calmer state.
Jeonghan raised both notes in his hands. “This is what she’s asking, Joshua,” he said. “We should at least give her that, don’t you think?”
“But she left because she feels lonely. I get that she doesn’t want us to worry about her, but I don’t want her to think that we’re okay with this—” Joshua gritted. Straightening back again, he started for the door and then turned back around immediately. “At least I’m not okay with this.”
“I’m not happy with this either, but if this is what she needs right now, then I think we should let her have it,” Jeonghan argued, trying to keep himself put together, but in reality, he was brimming with panic too.
Joshua let out a heavy sigh. And with great reluctance, he shook his head and started pacing back and forth in the living room.
“Besides, there is nothing we can do,” Jeonghan added, trying to make Joshua see reason. But part of him felt that he was saying these things for himself as well. “She’s not picking up the phone or replying to any of our texts. We could go to the camping site and look for her, but—”
“She asked us not to,” Joshua finished the sentence with slight disappointment. “Yeah, I know.”
“We messed up, Shuji.”
At that, Joshua turned around. His face was contorted in pain, anger and distress. “You don’t think I know that?” he asked, nostrils flaring angrily. The frown made his eyes look darker, and the corners of his mouth were slightly downturned. “I thought we were past this, I thought—”
Jeonghan shook his head slowly. “This is different,” he asserted, motioning to the notes with a light move of his hands. “This doesn’t feel right.”
Joshua let out a big sigh that denoted his full frustration. He hated this, Jeonghan knew. “Of course it’s not right—she’s fucking gone,” Joshua hissed, turning away and walking towards the bedroom, hands cupping his nape, pulling his own hair.
Jeonghan stared at the two pieces of paper in his hands for a second before diverting his gaze out of the window. The sun had fallen, so now the city lights were at full view against the dark, moonless night. Jeonghan sat in the living room for a long while, contemplating the silence and letting your absence sink in.
This doesn’t feel right, Jeonghan thought, convinced that there was something more to the reason why you left. You tended to run away when things got hard, he knew that as well as Joshua. But you had reached your fill.
This was the result of days and nights feeling lonely and ignored, yes.
But something didn’t fit.
There had to be more to the reason why you left. And Jeonghan needed to find what it was.
In all your years of writing, you had made a little tradition for yourself. Whenever you turned in a final manuscript, you would book a trip somewhere. You would take your mind off things that pertained to work for a little while. Sometimes you would only go for an afternoon, sometimes you’d stay a night and then come back home.
However, this time was different.
You hadn’t turned in your final manuscript of your second book on time. And this was a first for you. And this being the first time, you felt awful. You wanted to blame all the external factors in your life for this—the stress, the writer’s block, the anonymity, your relationship…
But in truth, it was you the reason why the manuscript wasn’t ready. Your head was all over the place, and you recognized that. Your thoughts felt like a meteor shower, except that everything went in a different direction, crashing in the wildest ways imaginable.
You felt exhausted.
The trip had taken longer than you had anticipated. Getting out of the heart of the city at rush hour was the first mistake. You had to sit through hours of traffic dodging calls, planning what the next days would look like.
And your heart was not resting. Your mind was racing with the dozen things you needed to cover before you reached the cabins. Things like food, expenses, the trip back, and most importantly: what you were going to do when you got back.
You were leaving that last thing to the very end of your trip.
A big part of you knew that you had let your impulses win. You felt ignored, lonely.
You let out a sigh. The driver directed a look at you over the rear mirror, but didn’t make any inquisitive expression. And you didn’t make the effort to explain that you were exhaling out of the stress coiling around your heart, and not because of the long time it was taking you to get out of the city.
Your phone vibrated in your fist. And this time, you didn’t even check if it was Jeonghan or Joshua calling. You simply dodged the call by swiping your thumb over the screen.
One of the things that kept you from turning back was the fact that you knew what their apologies would sound like. And that fact also gave you a very odd sense of peace—as though knowing that you weren’t coming back home to a solution also prepared you to not feel disappointment.
You gnawed at your bottom lip, tears at the verge of spilling from your eyes. Your phone began vibrating again, and you swiped your thumb automatically; the name Josh kept appearing incessantly.
And you didn’t wonder more. You didn’t wonder whether they had arrived at the apartment yet, only to find that you weren’t there. You didn’t wonder if they had already found the notes you had written for each of them. And it wasn’t because you didn’t care, but because it even hurt to think.
When you arrived at the cabin you rented, you felt free. All the thoughts that were consuming you bit by bit seemed to ebb away once you lay down on the bed alone. Staring at the ceiling, you took in a big breath, trying to calm your weary heart.
You thought of telling them that you had arrived safely. But each blinking of your eyes took you further away from reality, and into a very deep sleep—the deepest and soundest sleep you had ever experienced in a long while.
Sleeping alone for the first time in what truly felt like ages led you to wake up feeling disoriented. Your heart constricted in your chest as you looked around your surroundings, finding nothing but the four wooden walls that were so different from your home. You breathed in the smell of dust and humidity, trying to take deep breaths to calm yourself down.
You searched on the bed, realizing at a slow step that you had slept in your regular clothes. And when you finally found your phone somewhere beneath the pillow, you turned it on, squeezing your eyes at the bright white light of the screen. You skimmed through an endless number of text messages from each of your boyfriends.
But you pressed the tip of your finger on the Home group chat. It sat empty from the last message you sent the night before. And it felt vexing that the next message after twelve hours read:
I arrived safely.
I’m fine.
It was the first time, maybe in months, that Jeonghan felt empty.
In these past few months, he’s been in a relationship with you, and he’s had ups and downs. In all fairness, it was a really complicated relationship from the start. From the moment he realized he was falling in love with you, he knew that his heart was destined to go through a lot of stress.
And what was to be expected, really? Falling in love with his best friend’s girlfriend was something damned to fail. But lucky for him, it worked out for him. And in that, he was now in the most complicated situation he’d ever been in. But also, the easiest.
Loving you was easy.
So much so that he didn’t find it in his heart to be mad that you left. In fact, he felt sad and disappointed in himself that he didn’t see this coming. Or maybe that he did and still didn’t make any attempts to stop you from leaving.
The first night you were gone broke his heart.
Joshua was lying on his side, hugging your pillow. He had done this instinctively, almost, as though he needed to feel something closer to him to fall asleep. There was no playing around as usual, no fighting to see who would get to cuddle you for the night.
He woke up alone. It made him feel empty.
Jeonghan turned over, reaching for his phone in the nightstand. And as he read his screen, his pulse quickened—you’d texted. It didn’t matter to him that you had done so in the group chat. It was something.
So he took a chance, pressing the call button. His eyes fixated on the ceiling as your phone rang once, twice…
You picked up the phone at the fifth ring.
“Baby?” Jeonghan called softly, heartbeat racing unbearably fast.
“Hi,” you replied quietly, shyly.
Jeonghan sighed, closing his eyes slowly. “How are you?” he asked and then waited for your answer.
You took some seconds to reply, which Jeonghan thought you were just thinking of your answer. “I’m fine,” you said, your voice creaking slightly.
He sat up on the bed. “I’m so sorry,” he mumbled, feeling his heart squeeze.
There was a pause. And Jeonghan hated that he couldn’t see your face, so that way he would know what you were truly thinking. Because he knew you weren’t fine, he could tell by your tone alone.
“Listen, I don’t have a lot of reception here. I just wanted to tell you both that I’m going to come back home in a few days,” you informed him, your voice quivering, but you kept yourself firm.
Jeonghan felt the air leave his lungs. “A few days?” he repeated dumbly. He shook his head slightly. “Baby, please come home. We can talk about this—”
“There’s a small café and convenience store near the camping site where I can charge my phone and get reception. I will visit twice a day, once in the morning, once before sunset,” you continued.
Jeonghan lifted his gaze to the doorway, where Joshua was appearing with a worried look on his face. Jeonghan closed his eyes slowly, bringing two fingers to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Baby, please just listen to me—”
“So if you really want to talk to me, be sure to clear out your agendas every day at eleven in the morning and six in the afternoon,” you said, sighing out in a sign of finality.
Jeonghan breathed out, knowing that he didn’t have any upper hand in this. He had no control over the situation. “Fine,” he gritted.
“Okay,” you whispered, surprised that he had conceded to your plan that easily. “Okay. I’ll go now.”
“Wait,” Jeonghan said, and when the line didn’t go dead, he continued. “I know you’re not really looking for apologies right now. But we’re truly sorry,” he said, opening his eyes to find Joshua’s face.
Joshua sat on the foot of the bed, as though his knees had given out. His eyebrows were knitting in worry, his big brown eyes boring into Jeonghan’s.
You said nothing.
“Please—” Jeonghan mumbled, his voice breaking when he couldn’t keep his nerves down. “—just come home, baby. You don’t need to do this. Please, just talk to us.”
“Maybe I do need to do this, Hannie,” you said, softer this time. “I’ll call again in a few hours, okay?”
“Fuck,” Joshua breathed in defeat.
“Okay,” Jeonghan replied to you, also knowing that it was futile to keep pleading. “We’ll be waiting for your call.”
“I love you,” you mumbled. And as though shy, you added in a lower tone: “I love you both.”
At that, Jeonghan understood that you knew Joshua was also listening to the conversation. He nodded. “We love you too,” he said.
And then you hung up.
Jeonghan sighed, throwing his phone aside with little care as to where it landed. “She’s coming back in a few days,” he informed Joshua. “Didn’t tell me when.”
Joshua shook his head slowly, his gaze lost somewhere on the floor. “You were right,” he said, his voice gruff with emotion. “This doesn’t feel right.”
Jeonghan breathed in deeply in an attempt to get rid of the ugly feeling gnawing at his heart. “Yeah,” he whispered, bringing a hand to Joshua’s shoulder. He squeezed softly, thinking that if he couldn’t ease his pain, he’d try to give some peace to Joshua. “But she’ll come back.”
“I know,” Joshua said, nodding. He lifted his head, locking his gaze with Jeonghan. “I know,” he repeated, more reassuring this time.
The next morning was peaceful.
You woke up feeling released from an invisible weight. Like all of your worries were put on hold, and you were able to finally breathe.
You walked out of the cabin, the wet and cold air receiving you and making you hiss.
The camping site was beautiful, even more so than the pictures you had shown Jeonghan. Your heart squeezed. You had planned to come here with them both, and you would be enjoying this place with them. But now, with the sudden turn of events, you had to do it alone.
Your stomach was empty, but somehow your appetite was nonexistent. The thought of not being with your partners made your stomach feel uneasy, but you knew that you had to get something to eat soon.
The camp was beginning to take life. As you breathed in deeply and then exhaled, you started to feel weightless. You were really here. Alone. You had gone a long way from home.
You palmed your pockets, pulling out your phone. You had three hours to eat, drink coffee and perhaps take a look around.
You arrived at the small café right as a group of old ladies was coming out. They were all embroidered in heavy gossip, each carrying a paper bag and a cup of coffee. You knew that they were staying in the cabin right next to yours; you remember vaguely listening to their voices right as you were falling asleep.
They eyed you curiously as you crossed paths with them, probably wondering what you’d be doing all alone and so far away from anything at all. But you didn’t mind, you kept walking towards the small café, where you got a donut and a coffee. You plugged in your phone and laptop and got to work.
Being freed from all of the anxieties gripping you back in the city was truly the greatest medicine. As you opened your final draft, you found out that the words you were looking for were sitting at the tips of your fingers all along.
And you wrote, and wrote until the clock marked ten minutes to eleven in the morning. You were almost reluctant to stop, but you did, turning your computer off and putting it back in your knitted satchel. You were happy with your progress; you were one step closer to the finish line.
The air outside was still crisp, despite the sun blazing against the very green surroundings. Your teeth clattered slightly, but you pulled out your phone, gnawing at your bottom lip as you debated who to call. But you pressed your thumb against the call button and waited.
“Hi Bunny,” Joshua sighed, almost as though he’d been holding his breath, waiting for your call.
“Hi Josh,” you replied, closing your eyes as the feeling blooming inside you took over your senses with a powerful shudder. It was the sound of his voice, wrapping you like a warm blanket.
“You’re on speaker,” he informed you, and by his tone, you could tell that he wasn’t happy at all. “How are you?”
You knew that you were in deep trouble now. But you didn’t care. You didn’t find it in yourself to care. “I’m okay,” you replied nonchalantly, opening your eyes to fixate on a nicely shaped cloud in the sky.
There was a silence that stretched between you and the other end of the line. You could almost picture them, your boyfriends sitting around the phone, debating what to do, what to say now that you were gone.
“Bunny, we need to talk,” Joshua said.
You breathed in, trying to bring back that weightless feeling you had earlier. “Okay,” you said.
“Do you know when you’re coming back?” Joshua asked, enunciating each word slowly, cautiously.
“No,” you replied, lowering your gaze to your feet, where you kicked a rock with the tip of your boot. “I’m thinking that maybe I’ll come back after I finish my draft.”
You heard a sigh, and you initially imagined that it was Joshua who had done it. But then—
“So if it takes you a week to finish it…” Jeonghan said, his tone tight. And it was then that you knew that by leaving, you had probably caused some tension between Joshua and Jeonghan.
Your heart fell to your stomach.
“Then I’ll be back in a week,” you replied, remorse eating at you.
“Don’t you think that this is too much?” Joshua asked, and you heard Jeonghan mumble something under his breath. You weren’t able to make out what he said, but you knew he was trying to contain Joshua. “Baby, we get it—you’re mad at us, we fucked up. But nothing will get solved if you stay away—”
“Joshua,” Jeonghan cut in sternly.
Your heart deflated painfully. “And you think you’re solving things like this?” You asked slowly, trying to keep your feelings in check, something you were failing miserably at.
He stuttered for a beat. “No—I don’t know,” he confessed, his voice cracking halfway through the sentence. “Please just come back. We can’t fix things if you’re away.”
You breathed out, building some courage to get yourself through this. “You made time for me just because I left, Josh. So we can say that leaving did fix something,” you said gently, almost in a motherly tone.
“Right—and we learned our lesson. Happy?” Joshua bit back resentfully.
“No, I’m not happy,” you said. “That’s the whole point!”
“All the more reason to come back and talk with us!” Joshua said, his tone ringing now with exasperation.
“You’re not talking, you’re just yelling!” you replied, your pulse quickening to the point it made you feel nauseous. “If you’re not really going to talk, then I’m hanging up the phone.”
“See? You’re doing this again. You’re running away!”
“Joshua—!” Jeonghan’s voice shot through your ear like a bullet.
Tears brimmed in your eyes before you could even process what you were feeling. Anger, pain, remorse. You sniffled loudly, squeezing your eyes harshly to try to stop the tears from flowing anymore. “I’ll call you later tonight, yes?”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—” Joshua started.
“Wait—” Jeonghan cut in.
But you didn’t give them a chance to say anything else. You cut the line right as they were speaking, without even caring about how childish you were coming across. You hated this. The sticky feeling you always got whenever you had a confrontation.
Joshua was right. You were running away.
You made for the way back to the cabin, one hand gripping the strap of your satchel, the other your phone. The air in your lungs felt tight, and your stomach felt uneasy with anxiety. And as you fought with your feelings, your body started to lose the battle first.
Your steps stuttered, causing you to stumble against a tree, where you held up a hand to steady yourself. Your vision weakened, eyes tearing up, but now from something different. And it was then that anxiety won, pushing your body to a lamentable demise.
“Is something wrong, petal?” a voice called.
You barely had time to look up before you came face to face with one of the women you had seen earlier in the café. You shook your head slowly, your vision blurring just before you vomited your guts out at the roots of the tree that was propping you up.
In seconds, the group of ladies were coming to your aid. And you immediately felt bad, because you were sick due to a condition of your heart, and your own thoughts had betrayed you.
But there you were, vomiting all because you were once again too weak to face hardship.
Jeonghan threw his phone on the table quite heedlessly. “What the fuck, Joshua?”
Joshua was sitting down at the round table, head between his hands, bouncing a knee frenetically. “I’m sorry,” he said, sitting back with a sigh.
“You didn’t need to say that,” Jeonghan said, rising from his seat and pacing around the dining table. “What the fuck were you thinking?”
“I wasn’t,” Joshua said, his gaze piercing a hole into the ceiling. “I lost it. I’m sorry.”
“You have to apologize to her next time. We need her back, Joshua,” Jeonghan said, trying to keep his anger in check.
“But she doesn’t want to come back, she doesn’t want us to go looking for her. What can we do?” Joshua said desperately. “Our hands are tied! We can’t do shit until she decides to come back—”
“She will come back,” Jeonghan repeated for the nth time, tiredly. “And we won’t get her back until she feels that it’s safe to do so. And you’re not helping by pointing out her wrongs.”
“I know,” Joshua said, shaking his head. “I just can’t be okay with this.”
“I get it, but right now we need to think clearly,” Jeonghan said, tension flitting across his face, but he forced himself back to composure. “Right now, we need to concede to her plan.”
The next days were more of the same. If anything, change only came with a decline of things.
The next days felt like living in a haunted house. You were gone, and it was as though everything that was holding them up was lost. While Joshua’s mood had gone off like a bomb from the moment you left, Jeonghan’s slowly withered.
And the longer they were stuck in this standstill, the more erratic they became.
The promise of your return was beginning to look more and more uncertain. Your calls were even shorter. You only called to check in, to tell them that you were alright.
Until one day, you didn’t call.
Joshua pushed the button of the lift, and then, with more desperation, he pressed it again and then sighed shakily. It was the fifth day you were gone, and Jeonghan didn’t want to see it, but he was beginning to lose his mind.
“Come on,” Joshua gritted, pressing the button one final time before the doors of the lift closed up.
Jeonghan pulled out his phone, his stomach twisting in anxiousness. “Maybe she forgot,” he mumbled.
“She couldn’t have,” Joshua replied at once, leaning back against the wall of the lift, placing his hands on the banister and gripping tightly. His gaze was lost on the floor, and Jeonghan knew his boyfriend’s mind was beginning to reel.
“Maybe she didn’t charge her phone,” Jeonghan said now, but he knew the words were empty. His heart deflated, stress coursing with each pump. “Or maybe she finally decided she’s better off like this.”
“She wouldn’t,” Joshua said, annoyance ringing in his tone. “She was happy, she told us just that—” he said, letting out an exasperated sigh. “If you’re not going to say something helpful, then shut up.”
“Don’t tell me to shut up,” Jeonghan bit back, giving Joshua a scornful look. “We need to prepare for the worst. She’s been gone for five days, and not once has she expressed even wanting to come back. We left her alone, we dismissed every single complaint she had, and then we stood her up.”
“We didn’t stand her up!” Joshua gasped, his eyes widening in pure fear. “If you don’t want to go looking for her, then fine, but if she doesn’t call today, I’m going to the camping site.”
The doors parted, letting Joshua out before Jeonghan could reply with anything. But Jeonghan fell into step anyway, heart heavy as they both made their way to the apartment door. Joshua pushed himself in the direction of the kitchen, where they would wait for your phone call.
But Joshua came to a clean stop, noticing something new. Jeonghan sucked in a sharp gasp.
It was a lonely coffee cup, filled with water to the brim. A forgotten and unused tea bag was sitting on the counter. The water looked as though it had been boiled previously, but time went on, and it chilled, leaving specks of water where it once steamed. It was something so simple, and yet, it told both of them everything they needed to know.
Joshua reacted first. “Bunny?” he called out, his voice carried by a hint of hope. “Baby, are you here?”
They both made it to the living room, where you were lying asleep on the obnoxiously large couch, hugging a blanket.
Jeonghan felt a wave of relief washing over him as he saw your pretty face. And in one second, he knew that every single resentful thought and comment he made all stemmed from fear of losing you. He looked at you and in one second, he forgot about the disappointment he felt when you left.
Jeonghan sighed, casting a look at Joshua, who took two steps towards you. “Let her sleep, Shua,” he mumbled softly.
But it was too late. You jerked awake, opening your eyes before you raised your head.
“Hey there,” Joshua said ever so gently. He was being cautious. “Don’t you want to sleep on the bed?” he asked at first, as though all of the other questions sitting at the tip of his tongue were meaningless.
Jeonghan understood that. But he couldn’t hold his curiosity back with that much efficacy. “When did you get here, princess?” he asked. And then, with slightly more urgency, he added. “Why didn’t you tell us that you were back?”
You pushed yourself up, sitting up slowly. Exhaustion was written all over you, but there was something else, something that was difficult to even hold witness to. With a painful jab to his gut, Jeonghan knew that you had been crying yourself to sleep—he’d seen it before, he was familiar with that look on your face.
And it seemed that Joshua noticed this at the same time, sending a furtive but meaningful glance at Jeonghan.
“Please sit. Both of you,” you croaked, motioning to them over. Your voice was low, but even then, it was still sweet.
Jeonghan moved first, sitting next to you without moving his gaze away from you. Then Joshua followed, sitting to your other side.
“I got here like two hours ago,” you replied to Jeonghan’s question. “I thought you’d be back soon. But I was too tired, and I fell asleep waiting for you.”
“Why did you leave for so long?” Joshua asked, his face showing the worry he had been trying to hold back for days.
You shook your head, gnawing at your lower lip to stop it from quivering. “Please, I’ll answer to everything in a moment,” you told him, your voice lowering to a broken whisper. “Just let me get this out and I’ll tell you everything.”
You stood up from the couch, slowly moving to the armchair where you had left your bag. “I didn’t know why I was feeling so drained, and it scared me that my emotions were so out of control, so I started thinking and then—” your voice got cut off by a sob. But you didn’t stop, reaching inside the bag to pull out a bunch of Ziploc bags. “—I started feeling ill.”
Jeonghan watched the moment happen in front of him as though his mind had left his body. With a deep blow to his chest, he instantly knew what was inside each plastic bag. They were pregnancy tests. Each bag was labelled with the time and date you did each test, the symptoms you were having, and the results. Some were marked as negative, but the majority were positive.
“I’m pregnant,” you said, voice trembling. And your entire demeanor had an explanation for its renounced nature now. You were suffocating in nervousness and panic.
All the things Jeonghan felt in that moment.
“What?” Jeonghan blurted, turning his head to look beside him.
Joshua was equally, or if not, more shocked. His eyes had widened, his mouth hanging slightly. His whole body had gone rigid, to the point that Jeonghan was sure his boyfriend had stopped breathing.
Huge tears spilled from your eyes as you sighed in both exhaustion and something that resembled despair. “I t-took all of these tests. Only two came out negative,” you said, choking back a sob. “I’m pregnant,” you repeated, still quivering.
Jeonghan took the bunch of bags from your hand. “But how is this possible?” he asked despite his shock. Jeonghan didn’t have the headspace to count or to read the things you had scribbled in the notes on each bag. But he could swiftly calculate at least ten of them.
“I don’t know,” you mumbled shakily.
“Did you stop taking your birth control pills?” Jeonghan asked, the words still spilling out of him before he could think twice about them.
You shook your head, using the back of your hand to wipe your tears. “I’ve been taking them accordingly until I found out about this,” you said, your voice coming out a little congested.
With trembling fingers, Jeonghan skirted through the plastic bags as though he needed to see the eight out of ten positive test results to convince himself. You did all of these tests all on your own, and held to this information for days before mustering the strength and valor to tell Joshua and Jeonghan.
Foolishly, Jeonghan felt his mouth drop open. His eyes skimmed through the notes you had scribbled with Sharpie on the plastic bags. He read through the symptoms you were documenting in each bag. You were sick for days, experiencing nausea, breast tenderness, and headaches.
And he remembered you constantly feeling tired. The lashing out, the crying… And he’d brushed it all off. His heart crushed even harder. “What do you want to do?” Jeonghan asked, slipping into a problem-solving mode.
You shrugged, lower lip trembling slightly. “I’ve already talked to my doctor and scheduled an appointment,” you replied, but the answer felt empty. Like you were hanging on for either Joshua or Jeonghan’s opinion on the matter.
Jeonghan’s gut twisted, realizing that his mind was completely blank.
You watched them both for a long minute, anguish contorting the features of your face as neither of them mustered the reaction you were looking for. You had expected something else, what? You were not sure. But you were disheartened by their impassiveness, by their shock. You had half-expected Jeonghan to be shocked, yes. But you also had expected Joshua to appear at least a bit happier.
Your eyebrows knitted in a bit of despair. “Joshua?” you called softly, taking a tiny step towards him. “Babe, are you listening?”
Joshua snapped to reality. In one movement, he rose from the couch, picking you up from the floor with a big hug, spinning you around in the living room. He was completely silent, his eyes glistening with tears, sobbing loudly as he hid his face in your neck.
You let out a light giggle, wrapping your arms around him. Relief washed over you; it was visible by the way you closed your eyes, sighing through your nose. Joshua put you back on the floor, cupping your face to kiss it repeatedly to hear your laughter again.
You touched his forehead with your own, cupping his face in your hands. “I’m pregnant, Josh,” you repeated. Your voice was now sweeter and so full of love.
And Jeonghan just watched. Aghast, heart beating a mile per second.
You were pregnant.
✮ author’s note: helloooooo!!
this has been sitting in my drafts since july 2024. and it truly is so amazing that we're here now! so uh, ta-da? lmao
thank you guys for reading this far! i has been a while since i had posted such a long chapter and it has been really exciting. this was a roller coaster of emotions. and i loved every minute of it!
i am so excited hehehe
toodles!
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Boo Seungkwan as your boyfriend ☆
pairing : idol!Seungkwan x Female reader
☆ reader is on a vacation for 2 weeks, leaving her boyfriend boo seungkwan alone in their shared apartment, taking care of their son cat.
warnings: crack (maybe?), cringe couple (jnot sure anymore), mention of vernon,
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Boo Seungkwan as your boyfriend ☆
pairing : idol!Seungkwan x Female reader
☆ reader is on a vacation for 2 weeks, leaving her boyfriend boo seungkwan alone in their shared apartment, taking care of their son cat.
warnings: crack (maybe?), cringe couple (jnot sure anymore), mention of vernon,
◇ oneshot only!
> You can request more on my mail ;))
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next? ♡
SoonHoon x reader ( burn the world for her )
JunHao x reader ( Enemies to Lovers )
SeokSoo x reader ( Single Mom )
Museum date! ♡
synopsis ᝰ.ᐟ
⤷ ˗ˏˋ "You'll be back, right?" ˎˊ˗
pairing ᝰ.ᐟ
⤷ ˗ˏˋ Kim Mingyu x Female reader x Jeon Wonwoo ˎˊ˗
warnings ᝰ.ᐟ
⤷ ˗ˏˋ angst (tell me if there's more!) ˎˊ˗
It was 10 PM on a Tuesday night. Two of my boyfriends had no schedule until Thursday, so as a stay-at-home girlfriend, I was excited to spend time with them, especially since they had been so busy with their tours lately.
We were just chilling on the couch, watching a rom-com movie. It had become a habit for us to watch movies together whenever we had a day off.
"Jeononu?" I called out.
He answered with a low hum.
"I remember you told us that a new museum just opened. The three of us should go there," I said, pouting.
"Ming? Are you free? It's been ages since the three of us went on a date," Wonwoo asked Mingyu, who was silently leaning against my shoulder.
"Of course! I've been wanting to have a date with both of you, but since the tour started, we couldn't..." Mingyu replied, turning his attention to me and Wonwoo.
"I agree," I said, standing up from the couch. "So, what time should we leave?"
"Maybe around 10 o'clock? That way, we'll have time to prepare and eat breakfast," Mingyu said, nodding his head.
I squealed in excitement and jumped between them, thrilled for our date tomorrow.
"Calm down, babe!" Wonwoo chuckled as he gently fixed my hair.
"Let's sleep early, hmm? That way, we won’t wake up late," Mingyu reminded us before turning off the TV.
With that, the three of us headed upstairs and did our night routines together.
"Nonu, can you tell me the name of the museum?" I asked while spinning around in my chair.
"Baby, it's a surprise. Even Mingyu doesn’t know," Wonwoo laughed, making me pout.
"Hey~ but I'm excited..." I whined.
"I know, but I want to surprise both of you, so don’t search it up on the internet!" He said, pinching my cheeks.
Inside our room, the three of us each had our own gaming chairs since we sometimes spent hours playing on our computers.
"Minmin?" I called out. He was inside the closet, probably looking for clothes to wear tomorrow.
"Yes, love?" He replied, peeking his head out from the door.
"Come here, please?" I pouted, opening my arms.
He laughed and walked toward me with a smile. "So clingy, hmm? What’s wrong?" He asked.
"Jeononu doesn’t want to tell me where we’re going tomorrow... I just wanted to know what I should wear," I told him.
I heard Wonwoo laugh before he walked over to join us.
"Such a baby. Don't worry, okay? You'll know tomorrow," Wonwoo said while pinching my cheeks.
"Okay~" I replied with a pout.
Next day
"Baby? Wake up, you need to get ready and eat breakfast," I heard Mingyu’s voice as he gently tried to wake me up.
"Hmm... five more minutes..." I whined, pulling the blanket over me.
"You said that five minutes ago. Come on, let's go," he laughed, caressing my hair. "Min, love, is she awake?" I heard Wonwoo’s voice getting closer.
"Not yet, she’s still sleeping," Mingyu replied. Slowly, I heard footsteps approaching the bed. A hand gently caressed my cheek before a soft voice spoke.
"Babe, we have a date, remember? So come eat breakfast with us already," Wonwoo said.
At that, I immediately sat up in bed. "I totally forgot about it! What time is it?" I frantically looked around for the clock, only to hear laughter beside me.
"Calm down, love. It’s only 8 in the morning. We woke you up early so you’d have time to do your makeup," Wonwoo explained. I let out a sigh of relief.
"I'm awake," I pouted.
"Good, let's go. We need to eat breakfast. I even cooked your favorite food," Wonwoo said as he gently pulled me up to sit on the bed.
"Okay, okay! I'm awake..." I whined before standing up, letting him drag me to the kitchen.
I saw Mingyu preparing our food. "I'm still sleepy..." I mumbled in a tired voice.
"We have a date, remember?" Mingyu walked toward me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me into a hug.
"Okay, should we start eating now?" I asked as I sat down on the chair.
"We can… So grumpy early in the morning," Mingyu teased, ruffling my hair before sitting beside me. Wonwoo sat on my other side, just watching us with a small smile.
"Nonu is so whipped early in the morning!" I teased. He didn’t deny it and just laughed it off.
The three of us ate peacefully until I suddenly remembered something. Last week, I overheard them talking about something related to the military.
"Min, Won? Can I ask you guys something?" I said while taking a bite of my pancake.
"You can, baby. What is it?" Wonwoo answered, while Mingyu just hummed in response.
"Is Hoshi going to the military first? But he has a comeback with Woozi..." I asked.
Suddenly, the room felt heavier. "Is something wrong?" I asked again, glancing at their faces.
"N-Nothing's wrong, bub. About that... we haven't heard anything official from the military yet," Wonwoo replied with a reassuring smile.
"Mhmm? Okay! What should I wear today? Should the three of us match colors?" I asked, changing the topic.
"We should. What color do you want, baby?" Mingyu asked while adding more syrup to my food.
"Should we wear black? But it’s too hot. How about beige or white?" I suggested.
"Beige is a good color, love. Let’s do that," Wonwoo said with a smile.
"Okay, beige it is!" I exclaimed excitedly.
After finishing breakfast, the three of us started getting ready one by one. An hour passed, and I was doing some finishing touches on my makeup while the boys chatted behind me.
jd"Is my makeup okay?" I asked, glancing at them through the mirror.
"You look perfect as always, baby," Mingyu replied, blowing me a playful kiss, making me laugh.
"Ming’s right, bub. You always look stunning," Wonwoo added with a smile.
If they’re not busy with their schedules, we always go out on a date. It has become part of our routine whenever the three of us are free and don’t have work on a specific day.
Since they were on tour for almost six months—I think?—it was hard for me, of course. I was with them for half of the tour but had to return to Korea for work. Being alone in our shared apartment felt lonely, but they never let their busy schedules stop them from calling me every time they finished a concert.
I sat in the back seat while both of them were in the front."Any song you want to listen to today?" Wonwoo asked as he scrolled through his playlist.
"Anything is fine with me, love. How about you, Min?" I replied, turning to Mingyu, who was driving silently with a grin. "Anything is fine with me too, Wons," he answered.
The rest of the drive was filled with comfortable silence. After about 10 minutes, we finally arrived at a huge museum—one that everyone had been talking about lately. Wonwoo opened my door, helping me out of the car.
"Thank you," I said shyly as he held my hand. On my other side, Mingyu wrapped his arm around mine, linking us together.
"I already bought our tickets online, so we won’t have to wait in line," Wonwoo told us. We showed the guard our tickets, and she immediately let us inside. As soon as I stepped in, I was in awe—it was even more beautiful in person than in the pictures.
"So? Do you both like it?" Wonwoo asked, wrapping his arm around my waist and Mingyu.
"It's beautiful, Won!" Mingyu smiled.
"That's good then. Let's walk around, explore more, and take some pictures too," Wonwoo replied before gently dragging us to admire more paintings.
I squealed silently when I spotted my old friends from college. "Baby, Minmin, wait a minute, okay? It's my friends!" I giggled before running toward them.
Author's POV :
"Love, when are you going to tell her? You know she needs to know already," Mingyu asked his other partner, who was smiling while watching Y/N laugh with her friends.
"I know, Ming. I just don't want to see her sad," Wonwoo replied, wrapping his arms around Mingyu's waist."And she needs to be ready," Mingyu added.
"Hmm. I'll tell her soon, just waiting for the right timing," Wonwoo sighed. "I'm back!" Y/N happily returned to her two boyfriends.
"Hey there, pretty. How was catching up with your friends?" Mingyu asked. "It was fun! And we're planning to go on a date next week!" she excitedly replied.
Then, suddenly, Wonwoo was hit with the realization—he would be leaving soon for military training camp. With his eyesight not being the best, he would be joining Jeonghan. Mingyu and Wonwoo exchanged knowing looks, both aware that time was running out. Mingyu also had to leave soon for his schedule in Mexico.
After an hour of wandering around the museum, they decided to grab lunch.
"You guys stay here. I'll order for us," Mingyu said, nodding subtly in Wonwoo's direction before heading toward the food stalls at the park.
Wonwoo guided Y/N to an available table and sat beside her. Taking a deep breath, he finally spoke, "Baby, can we talk?"
She gave him a suspicious look. "What is it? Did you do something?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.
"I didn’t!" Wonwoo immediately defended himself, shaking his head.
"You know Hoshi is leaving for the military, right?" he started. Y/N nodded her head in response.
"Well… about that, the company told us that I'll be enlisting… next week," Wonwoo finally admitted.
"Wh-what? Next week? Why… why didn’t you tell me earlier?" she stuttered, her voice trembling with shock.
"I’m sorry, baby. I… I just didn’t want to see you sad," he tried to explain, but guilt was evident in his expression. She pouted, lowering her gaze as she sulked in silence.
"Hey, I'm back—" Mingyu’s voice cut off as soon as he noticed the tense atmosphere. Without saying a word, Y/N switched seats and sat beside him, seeking comfort.
"You okay?" he asked her gently.
"Did you know already?" she replied, looking at him seriously.
"I… I did, but I wanted him to be the one to tell you himself. I kept telling him to do it, so you'd have time to prepare before he leaves," he explained.
She stayed quiet for a moment before softly saying, "Can we go home? I'm sorry."
Mingyu immediately nodded. "Of course."
The three of them walked silently to the parking lot and found their car. The drive home was quiet—so quiet that only the hum of the engine filled the space.
When they arrived, she immediately went upstairs to their room without saying another word. The two men stayed downstairs.
"She’s mad," Wonwoo said, breaking the silence.
"Love, she’s just upset. It’ll pass soon," Mingyu reassured him, wrapping his arms around Wonwoo’s waist.
They both headed upstairs to check on her. When they entered the room, they found her already changed into pajamas and asleep on the bed.
"Change first," Mingyu said softly. Wonwoo only nodded in response.
Mingyu approached Y/N’s sleeping figure and sat beside her on the bed. He gently caressed her hair and placed a soft kiss on her cheek before mumbling, “I love you.”
Next day
Y/N woke up without her boyfriends beside her. She suddenly remembered what happened the night before and decided to talk to Wonwoo. She walked out of their room and headed downstairs, finding Wonwoo leaning on Mingyu’s shoulder as they watched a movie in the living room.
Feeling guilty, she softly mumbled a, “Good morning,” just loud enough for the two to hear. Both of them immediately turned their heads toward her.
“Baby? Are you hungry? Mingyu taught me how to cook pancakes earlier—”
Before Wonwoo could finish, Y/N jumped into his arms and hugged him tightly. “I’m sorry…” she whispered.
“It’s okay, love. Don’t cry. I’m sorry too. I was also shocked and didn’t know how to tell you,” Wonwoo replied, snuggling his face into her neck.
“My two babies…” they both heard Mingyu say with a soft smile. “You’ll be back, right?” she asked, her voice trembling as tears streamed down her cheeks.
“I will, baby. I just need to train for a few weeks. After that, I’ll always head home after work—just like always,” he reassured her, wiping her tears gently with a soft smile on his face.
They suddenly heard a sniffle and turned to see Mingyu crying. “Love! Why are you crying?” Wonwoo laughed, guiding Y/N to the couch with him now sitting between the two.
“I’ll miss you too! Every tour, every practice!” Mingyu sobbed, making Y/N and Wonwoo laugh at his cuteness.
They spent the remaining days together happily—going on dates, having late-night talks, and enjoying food trips. When the day finally came for Wonwoo to leave, Y/N and Mingyu were bawling their eyes out. But even through the tears, they found comfort in each other, knowing they’d still see their love every night—just in a different way for now.
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