summary: Maybe running away from your hybrids wasn't a good idea. or, Y/N leaves her family home to go UNI, leaving behind six hybrids. Leaving a second time is proving to be nearly impossible.
warnings: this series will deal with body image issues, toxic relationships, family issues, sexual themes, Non-con, possible rape, abusive themes and more. If that isn't your cup of tea please continue scrolling.
Authors note: yet another story. This one i have been posting on my ao3 account! feel free to sus it out there as well at King_myg As always, my stories follow dark themes so if this is something you aren't comfortable with I suggest looking elsewhere :) Enjoy! feedback is always appreciated.
The rough scribble of the pen on paper filled the silent study. Jiyoo was in an expensive tracksuit set, her long, thick hair in a pretty, perfect ponytail. Not a single hair out of place. She always managed to be impeccable no matter the time of day. It was currently 11pm, and she was packed, ready to leave for Fiji when she had remembered the paperwork for the hybrids. For a moment, she was going to pretend she had completely forgotten. There wasn’t any harm to it. You had no real plans anyway. It was concerning in all honesty. You wanted to take on more hybrids when you had next to no real experience with them. Jeongguk didn’t count. You had always avoided him like the plague; he just lingered in your shadows until you upped and left him.
Jiyoo has had many opportunities to get rid of Jimin and Taehyung. Friends, companies, coworkers, and even strangers have offered to take the duo off her hands. High sums of money were offered on these occasions too. But she couldn’t bring herself to accept any of the offers. The reasoning was simple enough. There is something deeply disturbing about the pair. Jiyoo can easily admit she wasn’t a good owner to the pair; she was a teen desperate for high status, and she was happy to do whatever it cost to achieve it. Even if it meant exploiting the two. They were hers anyway, and they had an unlimited stream of girls at their feet; it's not all that bad. But as years went by, they got worse. Desperate. Boundaries seemed to blur for them, and they couldn’t tell what was right or wrong.
Too many nights she woke up to one or both of them lingering at the foot of her bed, begging for attention, to touch or be touched. Find someone who would do it. It was terrifying. There were too many days that Jiyoo returned home after being away for a few days, or a weekend with a friend, and her bedroom was trashed, her bedsheets stained, and the two hybrids hysterical by her absence despite knowing her plans beforehand. Jimin and Taehyung had to know every single thing she was doing. They needed her entire schedule. They hated being alone, desperate for human contact. Taehyung spent every night in bed with Jiyoo, wrapped around her like a koala. It had been sweet in the beginning but as years went on it felt dirty. Then, when Jiyoo met her now-husband, shit truly hit the fan. As much as she tried to make things work, it didn’t. It couldn’t.
Jiyoo had met Chungho at 19 and instantly hit it off. It was obvious that Jimin and Taehyung didn’t take kindly to him. He was competition for them. He was the one pulling her away. Surprisingly, their upset didn’t last as long as expected– well, Jimin’s lasted a while, but Taehyung’s attention had started to drift. It was both a relief and a concern. A relief for Jiyoo, but concerning for Y/n. Taehyung had seemed to set his eyes on her little sister. Y/n was still 17 at the time, not long off of 18. She would be graduating soon and leaving the house– which was supposed to be a secret. Jiyoo had found out by accident after overhearing Y/n and their parents discussing school fees. This had Jiyoo think, if Y/n can leave and dump the moody panther here, why can’t she leave hers behind too? Taehyung and Jimin were dangerous; if anyone had the right to leave anyone behind, it was her! You were just ungrateful, whereas Jiyoo’s was a matter of safety.
Chungho had been wanting to move to the city together, and they had attempted to with the boys as well, and it just wasn’t doable. The hybrids had become standoffish toward Chungho, territorial and unbearable to be around. It had been easy to trick them into returning to her childhood home. Jiyoo made it out like she was moving back home, had the boys pack up their things and come back for a weekend while Chungho was away for work. When Sunday morning rolled around, she left. And she didn’t come back. Life got busy. University, starting her career, travelling, and her relationship. That was all she focused on. The hybrids she begged for all those years ago ended up forgotten.
And now they won’t be her problem anymore.
Taehyung still seems to like Y/n; that's probably a good thing. Maybe. A little bit of guilt sat in her gut at the memory of their behaviour, and the fact that Taehyung used to have an interest in Y/n, but that was the past. That interest could turn bad quickly. But he’s probably over it. It was likely just a passing curiosity, and it’s not like you were bringing them home with you. From what Jiyoo recalls, if you live in a shared apartment, you certainly don’t have space. There’s also no way you would move back home, so things will probably stay how they are. The six hybrids are just going to stay here; Jiyoo doesn’t have to worry about Jimin or Taehyung anymore, and your hero complex will be satiated.
Everyone's a winner.
“Is that everything?” Jiyoo asked, agitation seeping into her tone. Her legs were bouncing and eyes flicking between you and the clock on the wall.
You held up a finger, silently asking for a minute as you read over the stack of papers. Humming, you nodded slowly. “Yeah, I think that's all of it.”
The confirmation was all Jiyoo needed, flying up from their father's desk chair, the heavy seat almost toppling. “Great. I have a flight to catch.” She reminded you for the millionth time, rounding the desk.
You watched your older sister beeline for the office doors, her back stiff like she was waiting to be called out on a lie. She was an awful liar, and when she did anything wrong, her body seemed to be incapable of hiding it. You had wanted to ask about it, but you ended up throwing that idea away. You knew she wouldn’t tell you anything. She was a vault.
Surprisingly though, she paused at the door. Her foot tapped in annoyance before she looked over her shoulder, eyes narrowed. “I hope you know what you’re doing.” The warning went unexplained.
The door slammed behind her, leaving you alone in the office. Confused. Deciding not to linger on it, you shrugged off the tension in your shoulders. The papers felt heavy in your hands, the weight of a new responsibility weighing you down. Maybe this hadn’t been your greatest idea. It was all starting to feel too real now. 5 hybrids. You owned 5 hybrids. You didn't even want to own one. Why did you think this was a good idea? Yoongi was right. Of course he was; the jerk always was. A damn know-it-all. Pushing thoughts of Yoongi aside, you quickly sent off the signed paperwork to the council. They had already approved the transfer of ownership for Namjoon and Hoseok, so you hoped they would get back to you quickly about Taehyung and Jimin. The quicker it’s over, the less time to dwell on hesitation. You still needed to work on your parents, but there wasn’t as big a rush for that– yet.
A gentle knock dragged you out of your thoughts. “Y/n?”
Yoongi peeked his head in, eyes scanning the empty room before he allowed himself in. The door clicked shut behind him. He was dressed in his usual attire, baggy sweats and a loose long tee that covered every inch of skin. If anyone else wore what he did, they would look homeless, but he always looked so cute. And it pissed you off. Knowing what you do now, you feel like an idiot. It was always so obvious. Everything seemed to be. Loud sirens that you ignored. You need to pull your head in and pay attention to the warning signs. You can’t keep living in a state of naive denial. No matter how good it felt.
“What’s up?” You questioned, trying to sound casual and failing.
He smiled gently, rubbing his palms over his sweats and motioning toward the papers. “You actually did it?” He asked, the smile faltering when you nodded.
Since Yoongi found out about the adoption plan, things had ended up even more strained, which you didn’t think was possible. He thought you were being crazy, basically demanding that you retract all the documents. He assured you it wasn’t too late. But you weren’t having it. You’re an adult; if you want to make a mistake, then you will. Who was he, the liar, to tell you what to do?
His heavy sigh irritated you; your jaw clenched at the sound. His large hands rubbed at his face, trying to calm himself down, and it only irritated you more. Did he come in here to start a fight? You told him what you were doing, and that should have been it. Why does he have to keep fighting you on this? Throughout the years of knowing each other, you have done plenty of stupid, unthought-out things, and he never cared. Now suddenly it was an issue?
“What now, Yoongi?” You huffed, exhausted.
He eyed the papers, a hard look in his dark eyes. The tip of his tongue wet his lips, a nervous habit. Clearly there was a lot he wanted to say but he was holding himself back and you were grateful for that. It was too late to argue with him. Today had been draining. You just wanted to get into bed and sleep for as long as possible. You hadn’t had a real night of sleep since before the wedding. Every night since the wedding, your dreams were plagued by blurs you couldn’t decipher when you woke up. Yoongi had noticed how deprived you were, and he wanted to help, but he didn’t know how. You hated him right now, and with good reason. He didn’t want to keep pushing your buttons, but things were getting out of hand, and he needed to do something before you made a big, big mistake.
“The paperwork, it’s the otter hybrid, right?” His voice was strained, like the words wouldn’t come out.
You looked back down at the stack of paper in your hands, frowning. It felt like it was getting heavier and heavier. You shook your head, placing them on the desk like it was burning your fingers. “No, not Seokjin. Jiyoo just finished filling everything–”
Yoongi rushing forward cut you off, the papers snatched from the desk. He shuffled through them, eyes narrowed and fingers crinkling the pages. His hands shook as he flipped back and forth through pages, as if trying to find something. You just don’t know what. It was honestly frightening to see Yoongi behave so unlike himself. He shook his head, looking up at you with desperate eyes.
“This is reversible. Tell me you haven’t sent anything yet.” The paperwork was now strewn across the desk, large palms gripping your shoulders. Yoongi looked frantic as he stared into your eyes. You tried to gently push him away, but his grip tightened. “Y/n, please. Tell me.”
Shaking your head, you rested your hands on his forearms, trying to pry him away. “Yoongi, you need to calm down.”
He sucked in a sharp breath, his hands moving to your cheeks, forcing you to meet his eyes. “Tell me.”
“Fucking Hell, Yoongi, get off me. I’ve already sent everything off.”
His hands slipped off your face, panic settling on his features. He began pacing, chewing on the skin around his thumb. He was mumbling to himself, his eyes wide and staring into nothingness. You couldn’t quite understand what he was saying, something about fixing it. Getting rid of him. It was like your presence completely disappeared from his mind, his pacing speeding up. You didn’t approach him, glued to your spot behind the desk, but you tried to gently call his name. You didn’t want to make whatever this was any worse. Your voice fell on deaf ears, his rambling getting more agitated, and then it all stopped. He froze, turning to look at you. The skin on his thumb had been chewed through, blood covering his lips and teeth.
“I’ll fix this.”
Namjoon had called a meeting in his bedroom. Currently, it was only him, Jin, Hoseok, and Jeongguk. The coyote and fox had seemed very hesitant to agree to come, but after they realised they had no chance of wriggling out of it, they reluctantly agreed. It was obvious what was going to be discussed. Taehyung wasn’t an idiot. Jin had obviously told Namjoon everything. That wasn’t the issue. The problem is Jeongguk. That lunatic was going to throw a fit. He had some weird claim over you despite never having any real relationship with you. It was obvious Y/n didn’t like the panther. She avoided him at all costs. So why did they have to drag the big baby into this?
Jimin and Taehyung had just made it to the bedroom, the door clicking shut behind them. Jimin threw himself onto the bed that Hoseok was lying on. A grunt left his chest when Jimin’s full weight hit his ribs. The blond laughed as the older man shoved him away, glaring in pain.
“No worm?” Jeongguk questioned, looking up to Namjoon, who shook his head. The youngest man mumbled a ‘good’ under his breath, earning a chuckle from the taller man.
“Let’s not beat around the bush today. Taehyung, I believe we have something that needs to be discussed.” Jin’s voice cut through, looking at the coyote with a stern expression. The younger man shifted uncomfortably when all eyes settled on him.
He shrugged his shoulders, looking around the room before settling on Jimin, who was watching him anxiously. Hoseok seemed to notice this, gently nudging the shorter man with his knee. An awkward laugh left his lips at the tense atmosphere.
“I feel left out, come on Tae, spit it out already.” He whined, earning a sound of agreement from Jeongguk.
Taehyung looked up at Namjoon, a silent, desperate plea for the conversation to be done privately. But it was very obviously ignored. His thick arms crossed over his broad chest, raising a brow silently pressing him to talk. He had been so confident telling Jimin, and slightly less confident telling Jin, but now every ounce of confidence had been drained. Maybe it was because he knew the moment the words left his mouth, his soul would leave this earth.
As he began to stutter and stumble over his words, his tongue too heavy to form words, the sound of heavy footsteps filled the hall. Taehyung didn’t have time to move away from the door. It flew open, hitting him in the back, sending him stumbling forward. Yoongi stood in the doorway, eyes wide, wild and locked in on the man he just knocked over. The blond swallowed thickly, lurching forward toward Jimin, who caught him quickly. The short man had a protective hold on his friend while Hoseok had shifted from lying comfortably to standing, the backs of his legs pressing against the mattress. Ready to jump in if needed.
“Yoongi, are you okay?” Namjoon called softly, looking the shorter man over. His lips and chin were bloody, his hair a mess, and his eyes were blown wide and feral.
“Fantastic.” He hissed out, eyes glued to Taehyung. He pointed a finger at the mousey blond, his hand trembling. “You, come with me.”
Taehyung shook his head vigorously. A dry laugh passed Yoongi’s lips, his hand running through his hair.
“I wasn’t asking, kid. Now.”
Namjoon stepped forward, now standing between the two. Finally blocking Yoongi from viewing Taehyung. It didn’t take a genius to piece things together. This obviously had something to do with what Jin had brought to his attention. Taehyung had a crush on Y/n. It didn’t explain the extreme reaction Yoongi was having about it, today or a few days earlier. But it needed to be sorted. Now.
“Yoongi, why don't you take a seat over here? We were just about to talk about the.. Situation.” This caught Yoongi’s attention, the shorter man quirking a brow.
He nodded, looking almost amused, but didn’t move from where he stood. Remaining a little too close for comfort to the coyote. But the manic look had somewhat subsided, so Namjoon let it go for now. Hopefully, once Taehyung started talking, things would calm down. Plus, with Jimin and Hoseok so close, they could step in quickly if need be.
Boy was he wrong.
Taehyung wrung his hands shyly, looking between the six other men before he softly admitted that yes, he does have feelings for Y/n. This was enough to make Yoongi scoff, and Jeongguk tense up beside Namjoon.
“But it’s okay!”Taehyung quickly assured everyone. “She likes me too–”
This time Jeongguk scoffed. “Yeah right. My Master wouldn’t like a dog like you.”
Taehyung pressed his tongue to his cheek, pushing his annoyance aside. “It’s true. We shared a moment that confirmed both our feelings.”
Loud, dry laughter filled the room. Yoongi was hunched over, holding his stomach as he ‘laughed’ at Taehyung’s confession. Taehyung had forgotten he was there, that Yoongi had somehow figured out what had happened. His mouth ran dry; the courage he had just built up quickly crumbled. Yoongi sprang back up, his back straight and eyes narrowed.
“I’m sure everyone in this room would love to hear about this moment.” Yoongi’s words were poisonous.
Jimin’s grip on Taehyung tightened. “I don’t think that’s any of our business, Yoongi-hyung.”
This made the snake hybrid's eyebrows raise in surprise, his expression moulding into neutrality. “Ah, I see.” He nodded, looking between everyone. “So you all know already.”
The tension in the room was palpable, and it only seemed to piss Yoongi off further. The accusatory look he gave the 6 other men was nasty and enough to finally make Namjoon snap. The larger man stepped forward again, towering over the snake hybrid. The man burst into the room and decided to speak in code. How was anything going to be solved like this? The only way to solve whatever this was, because clearly it was more than just childish crushes to Yoongi, was to talk it out like adults, but the snake was making this all the more difficult. This has blown up, and before it becomes something violent (again), Namjoon wants to get all the facts out and then sort through everything as a group, and hopefully everyone will be satisfied with whatever outcome they reach.
“You’re all worse than I thought– especially you.” Yoongi spat out, eyes now locked on Jimin, who flinched back.
“Rein it in.” Namjoon sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Taehyung, if you won’t tell the truth then Yoongi will. Just spit it out already.” Patience was running thin, and Namjoon didn’t want to deal with this much longer.
The dirty blond rubbed the back of his neck, eyes flickering to Jeongguk. The younger man's eyes were already locked in on him, making his blood run cold. This was it. He was going to be prosecuted for his feelings. For loving you. How was this fair? None of this is. Everyone is ganging up on him, and it's not fair! Frustrated, Taehyung pressed his tongue to his cheek and looked at Yoongi, who smirked at the new reaction. Taehyung was always one to act shy and childish, a goofy nice guy that you couldn’t help but be enamoured by. But the look on his face now was thrilling. Resentment filled his eyes, his jaw set and his body trembling in anger.
Crossing his arms, Taehyung kept his eyes on Yoongi as he admitted to what he had done. He left out certain details, of course. He didn’t say you were completely plastered, or that it had been the wedding night, or that you don’t recall anything. These were unnecessary details. Beside him, Hoseok choked on his spit, head swinging to Jeongguk who hadn’t moved an inch. His eyes, despite looking at Taehyung, were far, far away. Beside him, Namjoon looked shocked. His neck snapped towards an equally surprised Seokjin. Clearly these were details that had been left out at Taehyung’s earlier confession. No wonder he was so hesitant. Namjoon’s jaw jutted, slightly bothered. What was it about Taehyung that you liked? Personality? Looks? Probably his looks. Taehyung was undeniably handsome. Namjoon had tried hard to get close to you for years, helping out with assignments, discussing books and the like. He had hoped that by sharing common interests, eventually you would see him as more than just ‘My brother's hybrid,’ but clearly that route had failed miserably.
“The wedding.”
The soft voice beside Namjoon snapped him out of his spiral. He glanced at the youngest, who still had the blank look in his eyes. “What did you say?” He frowned, resting a hand on the younger's shoulder comfortingly.
This seemed to bring the boy out of whatever trance he had fallen into. His features hardened. “The wedding.” He repeated, making Taehyung laugh awkwardly. The blond tried to ask what he was talking about, but the words were a stuttering mess which only seemed to make the panther's body vibrate. “That’s when you touched Master.”
A loud clap filled the room, Yoongi thrilled that the idiots were finally catching on. He couldn’t believe how blind, how naive, they were to the actions of one of their own. How incredibly bold they were to touch you. They have no right to you, no claim to your body, your mind, your heart. That all belongs to him. Yoongi hasn’t put in all this effort to have these bastards swoop in and take you away.
No fucking way.
Jin seemed to catch on to what Jeongguk was saying, and it made sense. The following morning, Y/n had smelt something so sickly strong, or someone, and you were behaving strangely. He had thought the scent was familiar, but he didn’t think too deeply about it. He didn’t see a need to. But now that he does, it was clearly Taehyung’s scent all over you. Even today it still lingers. What had the coyote done to make his scent still stick almost a week later?
“Master was drunk,”Jeongguk recalled aloud. The small meal in the kitchen you had reeked of liquor even then. You didn’t go to bed until the guests had just about all left. He doubted you had stopped drinking after seeing him in the kitchen; if anything, you probably drank more.
Hoseok eyed Taehyung up, unable to keep up with all the information coming to light. “Miss Y/n was drunk?” He asked incredulously.
The younger man shook his head vigorously, eyes wide in panic. This was all beginning to get harder to keep on top of. They were realising too much, and he needed the conversation to end. Now. “She had a few drinks but drunk is a stretch!” He lied, eyes shooting to Jeongguk, who rolled his eyes at the response.
“Liar! She was drunk when I spoke with her early in the evening!”
Namjoon sighed, rubbing his face in exasperation. So what Jeongguk and Yoongi are implying is that Taehyung assaulted Y/n? That changes the entire narrative. Jeongguk lurched forward; surprisingly, his patience had lasted longer than anyone expected in this sort of situation. Anything concerning 1Y/n was a sensitive subject. Namjoon managed to quickly grab onto the hood of his clothing, yanking him back.
“Taehyung, are you saying Y/n was sober and alert?” Namjoon questioned, earning a firm nod from the man. His shoulders relaxed slightly. “And Jeongguk believes she was drunk.”
“She was,” Yoongi confirmed, earning a nod from the dingo.
“Then I think we need to question Y/n about her sobriety that evening,” Namjoon suggested, earning a nod of agreement from everyone but Taehyung and Hoseok. Seeing Taehyung’s hesitation wasn’t too surprising, but Hoseok’s was. Raising a brow at the silvery blond, who simply shrugged.
“What if she was drunk and asking her resurfaces things for her?” He explained his hesitation, making Jin hum in agreement.
“She was incredibly troubled the day following the wedding, but she hasn’t said anything and her behaviour toward Taehyung hasn’t changed. So either he is being truthful, or she doesn’t remember. Do we really want to risk reminding her if what Jeongguk is insinuating is true?”
The room fell silent as the men thought, and this annoyed Yoongi. They know what Taehyung did, and they’re trying to cover it up? Trying to find a way to make him innocent. They want to traumatize you for the sake of this loser? Absolutely not. The only way to solve this problem was to eliminate the problem.
Taehyung needs to go.
“None of you talk to her.” Jeongguk’s voice was stern, setting a firm boundary. “If I see a single one of you near Master–” He paused, closing his eyes and letting out a slow, shuddered breath as he attempted to calm himself.
“Don’t go near her. Especially the two of you.” He warned, looking between Taehyung and Jimin. The shorter of the pair looked guilty as he dropped his head shamefully.
Yoongi looked at Jeongguk in disgust. He was a coward. He was happy to brawl with him because what, he’s a stranger? But Taehyung is his ‘best fwend’ so he won't lay a hand on him? Fucking pussy. Yoongi believed Namjoon was going to come up with a real punishment for a rapist, and this is it? Just don’t go near her? Have they lost all sense of reality? These men were raised and trained to be obedient little puppies, and yet here they are doing whatever the hell they want. This isn’t right.
Blood boiling, Yoongi took a deep breath. This won’t do.
Jimin and Taehyung were the first to leave, their steps quick. Namjoon had waved Jeongguk and Yoongi out, telling the younger man Seokjin would come to bed late. Yoongi walked in silence with the younger man, trying not to lash out at the younger man for his cowardice. It wasn’t until they reached the bottom of the stairs that Jeongguk spoke up.
‘So what's the plan?” His voice was soft, hiding from the sensitive hearing of his packmates.
Yoongi’s brows rose in surprise before a grin bloomed on his lips. He judged too early. Of course this little freak wasn’t going to let this pass. Clapping a hand onto the younger man's shoulder, Yoongi gave it a squeeze and led him toward the front door.
“I’ve got a plan.”
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A/n: hello! I hope u guys enjoyed!!!!
almost 5k words wowowowow
not as dramatic as we might want but dw next chap im already mapping out :)) next update may be slow as ill be overseas for 2 weeks so i wont have time to do much
Warnings: Blood, violence, not edited, will be later
A/N: not edited, will be edited later
It was a good night, you got great sleep, despite being woken up my Yeosang, you were actually able to go back to sleep instead of lying awake. That was until someone grabs you, pulls you from the bed, pins you to the ground, and starts screaming in your face.
“Ow,” you deadpan, looking up at an angry Wooyoung, his face twisted into a snarl as you just lay there, not awake enough to deal with this shit. “What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong? WHAT”S WRONG?!” Wooyoung screams, his forearm being placed over your throat, causing you to become annoyed and angry but still holding it in. “Explain why-”
He doesn’t get to finish his sentence as San runs in, grabs Wooyoung and throws him off of you, pinning him to the wall as Yeosang tries to run to interfere, only to be held back by Seonghwa and Yunho, worried he could be hurt.
“First she rescues you, then your friend, and this is how you thank her!” San roars, holding Wooyoung by the collar then pulling him forward and slamming his body and head into the wall, earning a pained grunt from Wooyoung. “How dare you-”
“San stop!” You demand, placing a hand on his arm, causing him to loosen his grip on Wooyoung as he looks at you with tears forming. “It’s okay, just let him go and we will talk about this.”
“But he hurt you,” San whispers looking your body over for wounds.
“I hurt myself worse walking up the stairs, it’s fine, sit on the bed, everyone else grab some chairs and lets talk.”
San takes your hand and leads you to the bed, scenting you as soon as you sit down, Seonghwa and Yunho sitting next to you as well, Seonghwa scenting you and Yunho holding your hand since he couldn’t reach. Meanwhile Yeosang grabs two chairs from around your room and sets one down in front of you for Wooyoung, and the other between Wooyoung and Yunho for himself. Yeo watches Woo for a few moments, as though he’s trying to figure out what happened to cause Woo to be like this.
“Okay,” you start, moving your shoulders to get the hybrids off, but only successfully having Seonghwa move as San remained with his head on your shoulder, glaring at Wooyoung. “Calmly, explain what happened and why you came in so angry.”
“Yeosang was in your bed with no shirt on this morning!” Wooyoung seethes, shocking you as you look over to Yeosang and see that he does not in fact have a shirt on. When everyone looks over to Yeosang he blushes and tries to cover himself with his arms until Yunho grabs the throw blanket on the foot of his bed and drapes it over Yeosang. “What did you do to him?”
“I did it,” Yeosang says, before you can respond, surprising Wooyoung and causing everyone to look at him again. “I-I snuck in here last night,” he mutters looking down, cheeks and ears bright red. “I woke Y/n up when I moved the blanket and s-started running my hand up their thigh.”
“I knew you took advantage of him,” Wooyoung yells jumping up, only to be pushed back down by an angry San.
“Sit the fuck down, were you not listening, it was Yeosang who was taking advantage.” San growled.
“Enough, sit, now.” You interrupt them beginning to get a headache, huh, maybe falling to the floor was harder than you thought
“Please listen,” Yeosang whimpers, reaching out for Wooyoungs hand, an angry Wooyoung taking it and nodding in silence. “Y/n stopped me and asked what I was doing. I-I-I s-said that I would do anything to keep you in a good home-”
“Yeo-”
“Just listen, please Wooyoung.” Yeosang pleads, looking into Wooyoungs eyes as both of them start to turn glassy. “I’m older, but you always took care of me, always took my punishments, I just wanted to do something to protect you for once. But Y/n wouldn’t let me, they said no, that we would have a good home here no matter what.” He takes a deep breath before continuing. “I d-din’t want to go back to my room, so Y/n asked if I wanted to sleep in here and I did, so I moved to the other side of the bed, cause I didn’t know i-if they’d be comfortable with me sleeping closer to them. I’ve never slept with a blanket before. It was so warm and comfortable, but during the night I started sweating and couldn’t stop, that’s why I threw off my shirt, Y/n didn’t do anything, they slept like the dead. I even had to check if they were breathing cause they didn’t react to my moving. Please Wooyoung, I’m sorry.”
“I…” Wooyoung was too stunned for words as he looks at Yeosang. “Why would you do that? I said I would protect you, why would you put yourself in danger?”
“Cause I’m tired of being useless.”
“You’re no-”
“Yes I am, I was never asked to do anything, and you were always taken instead of me. I couldn’t cook, I couldn’t clean properly, I had trouble following instructions, it was always you, and you’d be hurt for my trouble I just wanted to protect you for once.”
“I never wanted you to protect me,” Wooyoung argued, hugging Yeosang tight, earning a squeak from the older hybrid, “I just wanted you safe, with me.”
You hear a sniffle, not coming from them, and feel San bury his head back in your shoulder, wet drops making contact with your skin, and all you can do is pat his head in response. Both Seonghwa and Yunho look away, sniffling slightly as they try to give the others space.
“I’m sorry,” Wooyoung says, looking at you, ears going red. “For accusing you, and pulling you out of your bed, and threatening you.”
“It’s okay, I probably would have done the same thing if I were you. Now, how about we all go get breakfast?” You ask standing up.
“Can I cook?”
“Do you like to cook?”
“Yes.”
“Then be my guest.”
You all clean up then head down, Wooyoung being the first downstairs and already cooking up a storm while the rest of you just watch and talk. San still glares at Wooyoung, but keeps inching closer as he watches Woo work. Yeosang helps Seonghwa set the table and Yunho finishes by putting napkins down by all the plates. When he finishes, he begins shifting foot to foot as he watches everyone. They are paired off and he’s alone, unsure of where to go, when he looks at you and sits down.
“What do you do at work?” Yunho asks, looking you in the eyes with interest.
“I help injured hybrids, whether they are owned or homeless, or trafficked, I do my best to help them.” You respond, watching Yunho trace patterns on the table.
“W-would I be able to help?”
“You want to come to work with me?” He nods in response. “Sure, you can come with me tomorrow.”
He smiles and before he can say anything else, Wooyoung and San are placing the food onto the table. While everyone dishes their food out, you watch as Wooyoung and Seonghwa bicker, causing Hwa’s foot to involuntarily thump on the ground, earning a smile from Wooyoung. Meanwhile, San is dishing food out for Yeosang, cooing at every little thing Yeosang does, causing the Maltese to blush and look around for help, earning a chuckle from you.
“This is amazing, Wooyoung,” you say taking another bite of the food, earning a beaming smile from him. “Oh, when we are done, you and Yeosang can do some shopping for clothes, hygiene items, hobbies, and things for your hybrid selves, you are welcome to change at will by the way. The tablet it over there.”
The prospect of shopping excited everyone as they began discussing what to buy, what they already have and then running off to show everything they’ve bought so far, leaving you to clean up. You begin removing the plates, only for Yunho to show back up and help.
“Shouldn’t you be with the others?” You ask with a smile.
“Th-they are partnered off looking at things, besides you need my help.” Yunho replies, his ears going red as he cleans the plates and loads them into the dishwasher.
Later that night when everyone was shopped out and stuffed from dinner, you watch as they all play video games. Even though everyone tries to include Yunho in the games and groups, he seems to fall to the wayside when things require a partner and it breaks your heart. However, he never loses his smile as he watches over them.
“Yunho,” you call from the doorway, gaining everyone's attention. “We have to get up early so make sure you get a good night sleep.” He nods in response and you head up to bed.
As you begin to drift off, a knock comes from your door and you give a sleepy ‘come in.’
“Can I sleep with you?” Wooyoung answers, surprising you, but you recover and say ‘yes’ leading to him crawling in bed with you a small distance between the two, as you settle in for the night, only to open your eyes when you feel someone else crawl in the bed, seeing San position himself between the two of you.
When you wake up in the morning, you find San and Wooyoung cuddled together and sound asleep. Carefully, you extract yourself from the bed and go to wake Yunho. Once the both of you are ready, you head to the clinic, letting him sleep in the car as you drive.
Yunho loved it, as long as a hybrid didn’t have a suspected airborne contagion, he went into every room and spoke to them, calming everyone down, entertained the waiting room, and grabbed everything anyone could need. He was unstoppable and enjoyed staying active all day, you don’t think he sat down once until you made him at lunch. Everyone loves him, he keeps the clinic energy upbeat, is friendly, and helpful. And when one rude potential client made a comment of making him a clinic hybrid, that person was banned from adoption lists and removed. While having clinic pets are okay, it’s different to have a clinic hybrid.
At the end of the day, after everyone left and you have to clean up and type up your notes, Yunho decides to help you by taking the trash out, deciding it would be quick enough he doesn’t need an umbrella in the rain. When he’s at the dumpster all Yunho hears is squealing tires and a thud. He walks down the alley and when he rounds the corner he sees a car speeding off and a lump laying in the road, not moving. Few people are around and the ones that are don’t seem to be paying attention. He’s unsure of what he’s seeing, the dark and rain making it hard to see clearly, however, just as he’s about to walk away, he sees the form move and a cry pierce the air. Without thinking too much about what to do next, Yunho runs towards the form and finds a hybrid laying in the road, crying and groaning in pain, cut up with road rash.
“I’ll help you, don’t worry.” Yunho says, lifting the hybrid from the road carefully, earning a full body scream of pain. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
Yunho continues to whisper he’s sorry as he runs down the road and back down the alley until he gets to your clinic. He begins kicking the door as hard and fast as he can trying to get your attention because he can’t open it and doesn’t want to set the hybrid down. He could run around to the front, but you had him lock the doors at this hour.
“What's going on?” You ask, opening the door. First you see Yunho, soaking wet, eyes red with worry and tears, then your eyes focus on the screaming hybrid in his arms. “Inside, exam room 14.”
“He was hit by a car,” Yunho yells as he rushes in, counting the numbers on the doors until he finds 14, and kicks open the door laying the hybrid on the bed. Moving the hybrids hair out of the way, to see his face.
“Focus on me,” Yunho begs the hybrid, trying to distract him from his pain. “Focus on me.” The hybrid stops screaming and looks into Yunho’s eyes while whimpering and crying. “You’re going to be fine, Y/n is going to fix you up and take care of you, I promise. What’s your name?”
“M-m-mm-mingi,” the poor hybrid sobs out, clutching his stomach.
“Mingi, I’m Yunho, do you have an owner? Anyone I can call?” Mingi shakes his head.
“I’m all alone.” Mingi begins sobbing harder and Yunho grips his hand as tight as he can watching you when you walk into the room, pulling on gloves and pulling out equipment.
“Not anymore, you’ll never be alone again I promise,” Yunho says, looking you in the eyes, giving you a look that is pleading for you to agree.
You simply give Yunho a small smile after what he said, unable to confirm or deny anything at this point, but let’s face it, you know if Mingi survives he’s coming home with you, if not because of the pitiful look of need on his face, then for the look on Yunho’s.
“Mingi, can you tell me where is hurts?” You ask rolling him gently onto his back.
“Everywhere.” He sobs in response.
“Okay, but is there anywhere in particular?”
“My stomach.”
“I need you to uncurl so I can examine you, then I will give you an IV and medication for the pain, okay? I just need to see your stomach.” You look at Yunho, “Yunho, I need you to call Cindy and Matt, they live a block away, tell them I need one to get a CT started and another to set up the OR, go.”
Yunho runs out of the room to make the call and you lift Mingi’s shirt, you barely need to do a stomach exam as you see the dark bruise indicating internal bleeding spread across his abdomen. Yunho comes running back in and freezes at the sight of the bruise.
“That’s bad?” He looks to you for reassurance.
“He still needs a CT and blood tests,” You respond, nodding in confirmation to Yunho’s question, and drawing blood before pushing fluids and some pain medication. “Cut his clothes off of him while I get these set up and get the room going.”
“No, these are my only pair of clothes,” Mingi cries out panicked as Yunho tries to cut the dirty and tattered rags.
“We’ll buy you new ones sweetie.” You say trying to calm him.
You exit the room just in time to see Cindy and Matt come running in the hallway.
“Hybrid, hit and run, no external bleeding besides road rash, internal bleeding in the stomach, and whole body pain. He needs a CT to check for broken bones and other areas of bleeding, I started an IV, pain medication, and drew blood for testing, now go.”
Without saying anything more they move on their own, getting Mingi set up for a CT while preparing the OR, while you run the blood tests to check for anything else that could be wrong.
“What can I do?” Yunho asks, running into the scrub room as you prepare to go in.
“Nothing more, you did good.” You reply washing your hands as Cindy brings out the latest sheet showing Mingi’s vitals as Matt puts him under.
“I can’t leave him, please let me help!” Yunho screams with urgency grabbing your upper arm in a panic, tears streaming down his face.
“Go put on scrubs, I taught you how to scrub up, so you do it that exact way and come in, we could use another hand.”
Yunho zooms out of the room and gets ready, coming in to scrub just as you finish and enter the OR. After he prepared and was gloved, he walks in and you instruct him to use the suction to clear out any blood that might obscure your vision. The surgery takes six hours to fix Mingi’s damage. Surprisingly he has no broken bones, just contusions, small lacerations, and internal bleeding that you are able to fix. As you thank Cindy and Matt for their help, both staying the night to keep an eye on Mingi, Yunho refuses to leave his side.
“Yunho, we should get you home.” You say rubbing his back.
“I can’t leave him.” He responds, not moving his eyes from the sleeping hybrid.
“Can you tell me why?”
“I don’t know.”
“Yunho, please be honest with me,” you say, sitting on a stool next to the bed, running your hand up and down Yunho’s arm in a comforting manner. Yunho takes a deep breath before turning to you.
“When I found him…he looked into my eyes and I just…something told me I couldn’t leave him, and I don’t mean leave him there, I mean…he felt like family. The same way I felt when I first met Seonghwa and San, or Wooyoung and Yeosang. It was this feeling deep inside that just said he belongs with us.” Tears start gushing down his face as he reaches out to hold Mingi’s hand. “Please, please don’t send him away.”
“I won’t,” you respond, trying to blink back your own tears. “When you asked me in the exam room, I knew he was staying, I just wanted to know why. We can’t do this with every hybrid, we’ll all be out on the street, but…I think Mingi will fit in with everyone else.” Yunho nods while crying, unable to say anything as he leans on you and you run your fingers through his hair. “Okay, we have to get home to the others, have dinner, and get some sleep.”
“Okay. Cindy and Matt are staying the night, I will order you dinner here and have a bed moved in so you can lay with him. Then I will see you tomorrow, okay? I’ll bring clean clothes and two of your hand held game devices so you can play with him if he’s awake tomorrow. How does that sound?”
“Please.” Yunho responds in confirmation, agreeing to your plan.
You kiss his forehead before ordering food. By this point you will be home at 3:30 am and you are exhausted. Once you make sure Yunho eats, and is sleeping soundly next to Mingi, you head home. Kicking your shoes off as you walk in, you’re swarmed by hybrids who suddenly stop short from hugging you.
“W-w-where is Yunho?” Seonghwa asks, face paling. “You smell like blood, where’s Yunho?”
“Seonghwa, SEONGHWA!” You yell running after him when he ran outside in the rain, looking all over for Yunho, not finding him in the car. His instincts kicking in and forcing him to search as he makes a mad dash down the drive way trying to find the missing hybrid, you running after him and catching him as he collapses in panic. “He’s okay, he’ll be home tomorrow. He’s okay.” You whisper in his ear while holding him and petting his head. The other hybrids following you out into the rain. Wooyoung helping you pick up the trembling hybrid and take him back inside as Yeosang and San walk behind you, clinging to each other.
Once you’re inside, you grab four towels and hand them out, then sit on the dining room chair, not caring about the water dripping off of you.
“Yunho is perfectly fine, completely healthy.” You start, gripping Seonghwa’s hand in reassurance. “He saw a homeless hybrid get hit by a car, we operated, and he survived, but Yunho refused to leave his side.” When you say that, the breath they all were holding is collectively released in relief. “After talking to Yunho, the hybrid will be adopted and come live with us, but he just couldn’t leave him.”
“What’s his name?” San asks.
“Mingi, and he’s about as tall as Yunho too.” You reply earning a small chuckle.
“What type of hybrid is he?” Yeosang questions.
“I didn’t ask, but I’m guessing an opossum judging by his ears and tail.”
“Oh no.” Wooyoung replies, wincing when you said it. “Those hybrids are not treated kindly,” he shivers at the thought of what he’s seen. “The ones they brought in…” He just trails off, holding himself as he shivers at the memories.
“Well, it doesn’t matter now,” Seonghwa says straightening up, “he’s going to live here and never have to worry about it ever again. Now, everyone go to bed, he have to be up in a few hours to take Yunho some clothes and meet our new hybrid.”
With that, he and all the other hybrids head upstairs, while you go to shower and change, coming out into your room to see the four hybrids sound asleep in your bed, San holding what you believe is Yunho’s pillow tightly to his chest.
𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗜𝓞 ──── in which you run into hongjoong before a show, wanting a photo (maybe a kiss) but you’ve caught him at a horrible time. a time in which his stomach is bubbling and he’s rushing to the nearest bathroom.
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𝓁ani speaks : hello this silly little plot popped in my head a few days ago, i have no idea why 😭😭 but here ya go. inspired by my dear @opiuons , this fic right here!!! this is also very self indulgent of me but ask me if i care
── ۶ৎ ever since you started dating Mingi, Yunho has been there too. He's supportive, he listens, he makes you laugh, and he knows you love his best friend... and yet. There is something bothering Yunho, and he won't shy away from getting in his best friends head about it, not until he selfishly gets what he wants
wc: 8k
content: + 18 MINORS DON'T INTERACT; manipulative behaviour, dub non con (not really, but still), corrupting kink, vouyerism, rough sex, not quite cheating, fingering, p in v, sweet!Mingi, toxic!Yunho
warning: this is the toxic yunho you all wanted, this is all your fault. do not ask me what the dynamic is here, I honest to god don't know what I did
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Mingi lets out a dry chuckle. Yunho’s question still hangs in the air of his messy dorm room, now a bit charged. He can hear San and Seonghwa fighting in the living room, feeling so far away despite being right on the other side of the wall.
“No way, she’d never do that”
That’s what he says, but the ways his brows sunk ever so slightly over his confused eyes lets Yunho know he’s got him right where he wants him. He had known it’d be easy. He knows Mingi. Probably more than anyone has or ever will. But truth to be told, he’s shocked it’s being this easy. He worries him sometimes.
“I mean... that’s what they all think”
“Who?” asks Mingi “San?”
Yunho stifles a laugh just as he’s about to take a sip from his glass. His mouth opens in a genuine, silent chuckle.
“Just men in general, Mingi" he explains, then pretends to think about it “Well, maybe San too. You are right”
“But, she--” Mingi stops himself. Even he can tell that he might not be entirely sure, given how defensive he’s gotten. He wants to be, but the idea also unsettles him. The idea that he could not only be failing you in any way, but also oblivious to it makes his mouth run dry “How can you know?”
Yunho hides the satisfied smirk on his lips behind the rim of his glass.
“Little things” he says nonchalantly. Mingi wonders how many times he’s had this conversation with someone else. It makes him sound like an expert, and thankfully to him, or so he thinks, helpful “Volume, muscles... hands”
“Hands?” Mingi is embarrassed to admit that he has no idea what that means. Maybe he really knows nothing.
Yunho can tell right away that Mingi’s ego is bruised, and the way his eyes fall to his own hands resting on his lap is his cue.
“It’s okay” he says with fake reassurance before he throws the finishing blow “You know what an actual orgasm feels like, right?”
The questions sounds like banter, a joke to lighten up the conversation and stop Mingi from spiraling. In reality Yunho’s eyes are hard, slightly cold and too eager in the way he sees his friend's face drain from any color left. The poison in his question goes unnoticed by Mingi, who’d never in a million years would think is best friend is doing anything else than having a casual conversation with him.
“Yeah...”
He does know. But does he? Does he know what Yunho means? What if he doesn’t? The image of you on the bed, unsatisfied while he rests on top of you catching his breath and waiting for him to leave flashes through his mind.
“You can’t fake that right?” he asks abruptly, raspy voice a bit shaky.
“Fake what?”
“The, uhm...” a blush creeps up Mingi’s face. He opens and closes his hand twice, and for a moment the coyness of his friend makes Yunho feel bad.
He chuckles.
“They can, actually” Mingi’s face drops “Is just muscle contraction”
Mingi’s eyes get lost somewhere for a second.
“How can I know?”
“I usually can tell by the sound. I can tell you our neighbour isn’t as gifted as his girlfriend is making him believe”
He’s joking, but Mingi is dead serious when he asks:
“So, could you tell?”
Bingo.
The exciting rush of victory flows through him and he has to hold himself back from grinning.
“Could I... tell?” Yunho feigns innocence. It looks so natural on his soft, boyish features.
Mingi bites his lip, unsure
“No?”
The conversation that follows is one that Mingi swears to take to his grave, the things said between these four walls some that should never be repeated.
The next time you are over at Mingi’s dorm he greets you at the door with his usual wide, bright smile before it stiffens in a way you can’t quite understand. Nevertheless, his arms reach forward and pull you into a tight hug. He feels your muscles loosen up once your head rests against his chest with a happy sigh. You can’t say the same about him, though. His body is uncharacteristically stiff but you say nothing, aware of the stress he’s been under for the last couple weeks. After placing a kiss on the top of your head he lets you inside.
You are still unfamiliar with the apartment, to be honest. You haven’t been here more than once before, when Seonghwa and San happened to be out. You assumed this was the reason why Mingi asked you to come over. That is until you see Yunho standing in the living room. There’s a small, strange pause before you both smile at each other and bow politely as his face cracks into a beaming smile. You are used to it by now, yet the it hits you like the very first time. Every time.
You met Yunho maybe a few weeks into dating Mingi, and you could tell right away why it had taken so little time. He needed him to like you. For Mingi, the most important thing is that Yunho approves. You had come to find out that appearances can be deceiving. While Mingi’s cold looks hide a very soft and naive heart, Yunho’s boyish and cheerful demeanor serves as a mask for his very sharp and perceptive nature. You could see it in his eyes right away the moment they settled on you for the first time, and you can feel it now standing in the entrance of your boyfriend’s dorm. He has accepted you, that much you know. So why? Why does he keep staring at you like--
“Ah” Mingi pops up behind you “Yunho came over for a second but he’s leaving now”
“Yeah, just wanted to talk about some work things”
“Why don’t you wait in my room?”
There is a strange tension in the air that while aware of, you can’t quite place. You look between the two of them and with a small smile you simply walk towards Mingi’s room, closing the door behind you. You take a look around Mingi’s room. There’s not much that you remember from the last time you were here, but the messiness of it seems about the same. You allow yourself to sit down on the bed and look around. Your hands grab a hoodie that rests in a pile on the bed and bring it to your nose, the faint, oxidized smell of Mingi’s cologne still holding onto it. You hear the front door open and close, and a few seconds later Mingi comes through the door.
“Sorry about the mess” he apologizes sheepishly.
He hadn't had time to clean, his mind preoccupied with more... pressing matters. He takes notice of the hoodie in your hands and his heart softens. You pat the space next to him and he obeys like a puppy. The bed sinks under his weight when he sits next to you, making you fall into his arms. You look up at him: his beady eyes, a little shaky while dragging along your face. It worries you a bit, the way he’s holding his breath.
“What’s wrong baby?” you ask, placing a loose strand of hair behind his ear. He exhales deeply when he feels your thumb tracing small circles over his cheek.
“Nothing” he stutters “Just tired”
You coo at him, and it makes him lean into your touch.
“How dare they make you so tired?”
You place a chaste kiss on his lips and they curve into a smile.
“How dare they” he repeats, his shoulders easing slightly when both your hands cup his face.
You bring his face closer and he lets you, a deep exhale fans at your face when your lips meet in a long, close-lipped kiss. Mingi feels himself melt into you, his fingertips dragging over the fabric of your jeans. You can feel the heat of his big hand resting against your thigh, daring enough to settle there but too shy to move without a little nudge. Mingi’s sweet, so sweet. You smile against his lips and he parts from you.
“What’s funny?” he asks.
“You are cute”
“I am?”
You nod, and he bares his teeth in a wide smile before you are sealing his lips again. You lie on the bed, hands dragging him along with you. You can feel the hesitation in the way he gets on top of you. He cages you below his wide shoulders, the bed protests under the full weight of him above you. His hair dangles above you, its touch tickles where it caresses at the skin of your cheeks.
“Do you love me?”
Your heart comes to a halt, your expression frozen. You can see the realization of what he has just asked hit him while the words are still hanging in the air.
“I do”
His face lits up and for a moment he looks like the Mingi you are used to, whatever worry he had completely gone for a split second.
“Do you only fuck missionary?”
The bluntness of the question startles Mingi just enough for Yunho to regret not sugarcoating it. He doesn’t know if it’s the frustration of watching from the sidelines, or the way his hands shake with an aching need to do something, but the crude words escape him before he can stop himself. And now Mingi looks embarrassed, timid in a way he hasn’t been in front of Yunho since they were younger.
“We like it” he answers, insecure in his answer.
Yunho hurries to ease his friend's worries. But not too much. He needs the edge. That sad glint in Mingi’s eyes.
“It didn’t sound fake, but...”
“What”
“Don’t get mad, okay? Listen to me” Yunho props himself on the edge of the couch and places his open palms towards Mingi, trying to soothe the blow “She didn’t fake it, but” he enjoys the way Mingi holds his breath “I think she was a bit bored”
Relief washes over Mingi’s features before they twist in confusion.
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t think she was getting it all out of her. She sounds very... contained”
“She’s loud sometimes” Mingi says, a bit defensive “But she does moan a lot, you heard it. And you said they are not fake”
Yunho’s sweet smile stiffens at the memory of him standing by Mingi’s bedroom door, listening to the way you sounded while getting fucked by his best friend.
“They are not” his lips press into a thin line, Mingi waits “But I think she could be louder”
“What do I do?”
Yunho rubs the palms of his hands. They are sweaty, a giveaway of how close he is getting to the turning point of the slow burn of his plan. He needs Mingi to make the choice.
He needs to pretend he doesn’t want him to.
“Maybe be a bit rougher?”
“I don’t think she’d like that” Yunho expects that answer, because you are sweet. Because you always grab onto Mingi's hand when he’s anxious without him asking. He thinks about the size difference between Mingi’s hand and yours. He thinks about how his are the same size, and he tries to imagine how it must feel to feel yours, so small around them. How he could easily grab your wrists with one single hand and-- “And I don’t do that”
Yunho blinks rapidly, actually surprised.
“Never?”
“It doesn’t feel like...” Mingi’s hands open and close at his sides where he stands in the middle of the living room “I don’t want to hurt her”
Of course. No matter how sweet you are, Mingi’s sweeter. He’ll always be.
“What if she likes that?”
“No” Mingi shuts down the idea, and Yunho’s jaw muscle pops for a second. Mingi doesn’t notice it “I don’t think so”
Yunho doesn’t bring the topic up again, letting Mingi room to breathe and spiral on his own. He knows he’ll be thinking about it when he’s alone in his room. When he’s with you. Every time you take longer than usual to answer his texts he’ll think that maybe you are bored of him. Every time you laugh a beat slower to his silly comments he’ll wonder if you are faking it just to not hurt his ego. Every time you moan in his ear and scratch his back he wonders if you are putting on a performance. It only takes a week for him to knock on Yunho’s room door.
“How close are we?” he asks, hands tugging at the hem of his oversized t-shirt.
Yunho bites back a smile “As close as we can get” he gives a small shrug as he turns back his attention to his computer screen, the soft glow of it masking the darkness in his expression “As close as you need”
Mingi asks right away, almost like he’s worried he might back down if he takes a second longer.
“Would you do something for me?”
“Where’s this coming from?”
The soft fabric rests over your hands, it folds pleasantly between your fingers while you think about what Mingi is proposing. You can feel the heaviness of his stare, sitting right in front of you on the bed, eyes full of worry but also hope. It’s hard to deny him when he looks at you like this, like he’d get on his knees and beg. But you are owed an explanation.
“I thought we could try something new” he swallows, hard “If you want”
No one can blame you for thinking his nervousness is due to the nature of his proposal, after all, how could you assume Yunho has been hiding in the other room? He’s been listening, his body tense from the moment Mingi opened the door and he heard your soft footsteps on their dorm floor. He wondered what clothes you’d been wearing. A skirt, a dress? The one you wore for Mingi’s birthday on a particularly windy day?
You had been so flustered, hands quickly grabbing at the hem of it to stop it from raising too high. But you’d been too slow. You had known that when your eyes met Yunho’s, who had been walking slightly behind you. The way embarrassment seemed to gleam in your eyes and the slight blush spreading fast across your face made his cock throb, and it took him a second longer than usual to give you a casual smile. An expression that had said “What is it~?” that had let you feel touched at how he was pretending to not have seen anything. You had felt silently grateful when he started walking behind you, shielding you from the merciless wind while Mingi and the others played around, unaware. However, Yunho’s intentions hadn’t been as kind as you would have thought. You had actually been suspicious, and you had felt awful about it. Yunho was always kind, charming and gentle. Not only with you, but everyone, especially Mingi. And yet, there was that pressing, suffocating feeling towering over you: close, strong, closing in.
“That’s okay with me” you tell Mingi “Am I putting it on?” Mingi is pretty shocked at your willingness, but it just furthers the idea that Yunho was right. There are things you are okay with. Things you want but won’t ask for. Things he couldn’t see. Things he’s incapable to bring himself to do for you. That’s why-- “Is it for you?”
“No, it’s for you”
Mingi’s large hands grab at the blindfold, and he thinks it feels strange between his fingers. The way his shoulders are hunched over with little to no confidence melts your heart, and you lean forward to press a soft kiss on his lips. You expect the tension on his body to ease the way it usually does, but it doesn’t happen. Instead he just blurts out:
“I love you”
The confession surprises you, but it is Mingi after all.
“I love you too”
Yunho has gotten bold enough to stop by the door, not yet peeking in. Not until Mingi gives him the sign. He can sense the heaviness of Mingi’s body over yours, the way he lays you down on the bed by the way the bed creaks. He can hear the rustling of clothing, your soft hums and the sweet sound of your lips parting and reconciling again. That had been something he hadn’t thought about. He had expected Mingi to be so upset and humiliated about the idea of not being able to fulfill your desires that he wouldn’t bring himself to speak about it in detail. But he had, if only to establish one rule: no kissing.
Yunho’s eyebrow had twitched when Mingi had brought it up, a sharp look of discontent flashing across his face that he quickly had to hide with a casual, calculated shrug. Maybe that’s why the sound of it is working on him so quickly, the restraint of his slacks painfully growing more unbearable with every kiss. He knows the way Mingi kisses you: sweet and slow, almost chaste.
He sees Mingi’s t-shirt drop to the floor from where he’s standing, followed by an item of clothing he’s familiar with. A pretty dress, floral, discarded right next to the bed. He wonders if he can catch it without getting caught, before stopping himself. Any other day he’d have done it in a heartbeat, brought it to his face and take in as much of you as he could. He has always had an idea of what you’d smell like when he had you close: the fading lower notes of your perfume and the faintest scent of sweat.
But he doesn’t have to imagine now.
“I’m tying it now, okay?”
You nod, unaware that he's not really saying that to you. Mingi carefully puts the blindfold around your eyes, shaky fingers tying the knot with care and a shame you can never find out about. He takes in the sight of you. Eyes hidden from him, your parted pink lips, the bridge of your nose. You look so pretty like this, and it reminds him of why he’s doing this. He could never be anything but gentle with you. The idea of leaving a single bruise on your skin horrifies him. And that’s why.
He carefully takes your panties off, dragging them along your legs until they get discarded next to the pile of clothes at the bottom of the bed. Yunho can’t help himself and peeks through the door, the floorboards cracking and making Mingi’s broad shoulders stiffen. He adjusts his stance, blocking Yunho’s view of your exposed body. You are still his, until he says so. Maybe t’is the sudden spark of possessiveness, but he leans forward and wastes no time getting his tongue all over your core. He can’t help but to hum when his tongue drags down and sinks inside your pussy, wet and warm and always so inviting. His.
Yunho brings his hand down to the bulge of his sweats, embarrassingly strained against his boxers and begging to be touched. His jaw tightens at the airy moans escaping your lips. He wonders-- no, he knows you could be much louder than this. He can tell by how loud your pussy is already, barely eaten and already so disgustingly wet. He sees the muscles of Mingi’s arm work, your legs come into view, extending in pure bliss with the sweetest of moans. He squeezes himself through the fabric of his sweats, and if you were paying close attention you’d been able to hear his strained, low moan in the dead silence of the apartment. He’s losing patience. He needs to touch you, needs you louder. You are too quiet, he can hear how your moans get stuck in your throat, escaping only in the cutest, mildest of whimpers. You can do so much better.
He can do you so much better.
You feel Mingi’s head part from your pussy. There is a strange stillness in the air, you are about to raise your voice in a question when you feel Mingi’s fingers slide inside of you in one swift, brutal motion. You let out a surprised moan. Mingi can feel the way you clench around his fingers, his big eyes going from your mouth to where Yunho is holding onto his wrist, using his hand to finger your pussy. He looks up at his friend with big, confused eyes, like a student who can’t figure out the last question to his pop quiz. Yunho nods at him, then drags Mingi’s hand out before pushing it back, setting a torturous quick pace. God, he wants to bury his whole fist inside you, but he can’t get more than this. He needs Mingi to believe his intentions are selfless. He needs Mingi to think that he doesn’t want to fuck the shit out of his girlfriend in front of him.
Mingi's wrist hurts with the strength Yunho is holding it with. He watches his best friend use his fingers to finger you, your pussy squeezing around them and coating them in a thick layer of arousal. His fingers slide out of you and there’s a pause followed by the slick sounds of tongue over skin. It's hard for you to imagine Mingi sucking at his fingers to taste you, but it's even harder to think that Mingi is letting his best friend suck on his fingers to do just that.
It’s normal, Mingi thinks, given the circumstances. For a single second that strange, loud silence comes back before all of a sudden, you feel him flush himself against your pussy, tongue flat against your labia and nose poking at your clit. Underneath your own scream, you can feel the way Mingi also seems to let out a muffled, surprised moan. It reverberates deliciously on your core, knees coming together to push him even harder against you.
Yunho’s hand is tangled around Mingi’s unbleached roots, forcefully rubbing his best friend’s face against your pussy with burning impatience. Mingi lets him push his face flat against your cunt, his skin wet with your slick and his saliva every time Yunho forces his tongue to press against your gaping pussy. Yunho’s aching to touch you, yet this is the closest he gets. He lifts Mingi’s head, his big eyes looking up at him only to see the mask practically slipping from his face at this point. Yunho's chest is heaving up and down at the sight of your pussy, puffy and pink and abused. It’s begging for him to fuck you. He nudges Mingi’s head in a silent yet commanding motion, and Mingi simply obeys. Mingi starts eating you out a bit roughly, teeth bare and grazing at your clit from time to time, causing your hips to buckle. It feels strange, hesitant, but you can’t help the delicious way the familiar warmth settles in your lower abdomen with every sharp drag of his nose against your clit.
“Baby, can I ask you a question?” he asks. Yunho watches how a thin thread of your slick stretches between his lips when he speaks. He almost has to hold back the thought of licking it from Mingi’s lips himself “Do you want me to be rough?”
Yunho sees the way Mingi’s hand sweetly caresses your leg absentmindedly as he speaks to you. It makes him sick. He hates the way your voice is just as sweet and sincere when you answer.
“Yeah, a bit” It does fuel his ego, though, the fact the he has been right all along ”I like it that it feels like you are mad at me”
“Why?”
“I-I don’t know” you mutter, suddenly feeling ever more exposed than you already are.
There’s another silence, but you can hear it. Faint, truly almost imperceptible. Then Mingi asks:
“Is there anything I should be mad about?”
You think about the stares. The ones Yunho gives you sometimes. Even when his smile tugs at his lips, it doesn’t reach his eyes. His dark, cold and invasive eyes that seem to burn through you. They send a shiver down your spine, further down, every single time.
“No” you lie.
“Then why?” he bites his lip before hesitantly adding “Is what we do not okay?”
“No!” you blindly throw your hands towards where his voice is coming from. Mingi and Yunho have the same thought. Your hands, they give it away. They search for his, grabbing at the one resting over your thigh. It’s big and warm and always so gentle on you “I love it. I was just worried about what’d you think of me. That you might think I don’t like it when you make love to me. I love it when you make love to me”
You part your legs, silently begging him to fill you up and be the good boy he always is. Gentle, sweet, good. Mingi obliges, he could never deny anything you asked of him. You hear the sound of the condom unwrapping. Mingi can’t make eye contact with Yunho through the whole process, body turned away from him when he frees his hard cock from the restraint of his boxers. He can’t help the heat that spreads through his whole face all the way to the tip of his ears when he thinks about the way he could feel you clenching around his tongue when Yunho was holding his face against your pussy. His scalp still burns where his nails have scratched at it. He rolls the condom down his long dick, and without looking at Yunho he kisses you in the lips before pushing against your entrance.
The way he stretches you is as familiar as it’s agonizing. It always is. Size had been a problem in the beginning, the first few times Mingi had been too timid, too worried about hurting you. Every whimper, every muscle stiffening under his touch seemed to freeze him in place like a scared fawn at the sound of a broken branch. It had taken so long for both of you to work it out. You couldn’t tell him you sort of loved the way it hurt. You know that’d freak him out.
Mingi looks above his shoulder to where Yunho is standing. His blown eyes are fixed on you, they turn stern when they settle on Mingi. He gives him a nod, and Mingi bites down on his plush bottom lip before he obeys. He enters you with one thrust, nothing like the slow pace he’d take any other day to stretch you inch by inch. It feels good, you think: the burn, the painful stretch of his full hard cock inside you, claiming you in such a way. You don’t know what’s gotten into him, even if you have your suspicions.
But Mingi is frozen. The moment the pained moan escapes your lips his body stops. He can’t do it. His body just won’t let him. He hates it, hates himself, even if he can feel the way your cunt spasms around him. He wants to give you what you want, but the sole idea of hurting you shuts down his system, hands freezing and rhythm interrupted. You must know, you must be confused. Maybe annoyed? Bored. That’s what Yunho had said.
Yunho.
Mingi’s eyes go to his friend's. He’s not surprised to see he’s hard. Of course he is, has been for a while. Mingi just hadn’t wanted to look at it. Yunho’s a good friend, but a man nonetheless. He can’t blame him, he thinks, not when he’s got you naked, blindfolded on the bed in his dark, messy room. They lock eyes, Mingi’s fall to Yunho’s hard cock begging to be freed, then back up. There is a question in his eyes, one that he doesn’t need to ask.
Yunho understands when Mingi gets out of you with a lie.
“The condom feels weird. I’m going to change it, okay? Sorry”
Checkmate.
“It’s okay. Thank you, baby” you say.
Mingi gets down from the bed. There’s the familiar rustling of the condom wrapper, and the unfamiliar weight of something else. It’s been here for a while. The bed sinks under his weight. The next time you feel his hands place themselves on your knees they feel cold, reverent. The first thing you notice is that he doesn’t kiss you before he aligns himself at your entrance again. Mingi always kisses you, almost as if asking for permission, or thanking you beforehand. Your suspicions are confirmed when you feel it go in. The loud yelp that comes out of you isn’t just because of the torturous way in which he bottoms out in one thrust. It’s the way it stretches you. Mingi has never felt this way: big, yes, but never this thick.
Never this angry.
He stills when he’s all the way in, and you can feel it throbbing inside you. His hands dig into the flesh of your legs, fingernails leaving crescents as he lifts them together and props them against his broad shoulders. He grabs onto your thighs, legs up in the air as he starts thrusting into you at a brutal pace. The position catches you of guard, and your hands try to grab onto something to stop the embarrassing way your body keeps violently bouncing whenever his cock shoves itself back deep inside your pussy. Your moans resonate in the room, hot and loud and incoherent. But he’s dead silent. If it weren’t for the way his hips fuck into you, you might have thought he wasn’t even interested. But you can tell, his cock so hard it hurts inside, fingertips digging into your flesh like he might crumble if he lets go. It hurts where his hips slap against your ass, too. It all makes you clench pathetically around him.
Yunho can’t help himself. It’s the way your pretty tits bounce with the rhythm of the way he fucks you, the same way he’s imagined a hundred times. The way your hands try to hold onto the sheets, the wall, anywhere. He hates that blindfold. He wants to see your cute, almost scared eyes when he starts breaking you. But he can’t have that. He should just be grateful, thankful to his best friend for trusting him like this. It had been painful to swallow the guttural moan that had risen from deep within his chest the moment he got a taste of how your cunt actually felt around him: tight, wet and inviting. His tongue drags along the side of your foot, and he doesn’t miss the sound you make, the slight flutter of your walls around him. He has to stop himself from not moaning loudly as he drags his tongue around it again, mouth sucking at your toes and cock deep inside your pussy.
Still keeping your legs straight, he lowers them until he has them against your chest. He presses them down, and you protest at the way your hamstrings hurt. Yunho doesn’t care, the crying making his cock twitch inside you. He pounds into you at a slower pace, but the way his cock slides inside of you at this new angle, impossibly deeper, doesn’t really let you rest. You can’t believe how easily it goes in now, and neither does Yunho. He has fantasized about touching you underneath tables with Mingi next to you, only to find out you were already wet and waiting for him to slide his fingers through your pretty lips, puffy and needy. But he could have never thought his cock could slide easily after just a few thrusts with how wet your were, the obscene sound of your abused pussy the only thing that could be heard in the quiet dorm. Oh god, how he wishes Seonghwa or San would come through the door. First they’d hear your babbling cries, followed by the wet sounds of your soaked pussy the closer they got. Then they’d get to Mingi’s room, its owner standing in a corner while he pounds his pretty girlfriend into the mattress in front of him.
Mingi’s voice comes back. It’s close, but somehow feels far away.
“Does it feel good?”
His voice is shy, dry. It also doesn’t match the relentless way he’s fucking you. But you know that.
“Y-yeah”
Yunho presses his mouth to Mingi’s ear, breath jaded and hot with what he wants to ask.
“Do you like it rough?” Mingi repeats, bashful.
“I like it” you babble “Your cock feels so good”
Something inside Yunho snaps.
Maybe is the heat getting to his head but he’s sure that you know. Sure that you’ve figured it out and you are loving the way his cock brutally pounds into you. Sure that you are speaking directly to him.
He pulls out of you and brings your legs down, the sudden feeling of emptiness leaving you cold. Your legs are sore and it takes you a moment to check if you can still feel them, a tingling sensation running through them when Yunho settles them back on the bed. His big hands grab at your hips, the easiness with which he’s twisting your body and turning you around makes your arousal spread further down your thighs. The moment your ass comes into view he slaps it, hard. The sound makes Mingi wince where he stands next to the bed, and his hand rises to stop Yunho from doing it again, but then he hears it. A lewd, shaky moan coming from your pretty mouth. The mouth that says such sweet things to him. The one you use to tell him how much you love him.
Yunho gives him a look, and Mingi steps back.
Yunho’s hands grab at your hips and you let a whimper at the way he drags you across the bed and towards him. He props your ass up, his other hand coming to the back of your head to push your face flush against the mattress. He slaps your ass again, the way it jiggles making him swallow a low grunt in the back of his throat. He kneads at your ass, grabbing the flesh with so much strength it hurts. You can’t wait to see the bruises it leaves behind, even if you feel guilty. But yet again, you are not to blame, are you?
His fingers drag lower and push inside your pussy without warning, not that he could give you one. He starts fingering you at a frantic speed that has you squirming underneath him, delighted words of protest muffled by the sheets by now stained with your spit, they feel damp against your skin. You try to push yourself up, your hands uselessly pressing against the bed. The resistance makes Yunho’s grip on your nape stronger, and any attempt to break from his grip is futile. The way your feet sway in the air accompanied by the muffled sound of your desperate moans is making a cold heat spread through Yunho’s chest, he can feel a strange shiver travel from his spine all the way to the tip of his cock, red and leaking and aching to be inside you again. He leans forward slightly and spits into your swollen pussy, the drool making the disgusting sounds coming out of it louder.
There are so many things he wants to say to you. So many disgusting, borderline cruel things he wants to ask and say to you. One above them all, though. He hates it the moment it pops into his head. Every single time.
His fingers get out of you with a wet sound that makes his cock jerk in protest, desperate to stretch you out like that’s what its meant to do. He carelessly collects your hair in a ponytail, strands of hair left out and falling around your face when he forces you to lift it from where it’s been drooling on the bed. The arch of your back it’s a sight he wants to commit to memory, and so is the feeling of his cock bottoming out once again, fitting perfectly like it’s meant to be. You and him.
And Mingi.
He pulls at your hair, forcing your back to arch uncomfortably while he mercilessly fucks into you. He thinks about taking his time, dragging his dick in and out, savoring the feeling of your pussy sucking him in over and over again. But he can’t help himself. He wants to fuck you. You deserve to be fucked like this.
The sound of skin against skin echoes through the four walls of Mingi’s room while he watches Yunho bury his cock deep inside you, your mouth hanging open in a string of silent moans. Yunho tugs at your hair until your hands rise from where your nails have been desperately digging onto the sheets. He lifts your upper body by the hair, back arching against his chest and hands aimlessly trying to settle anywhere. They find their place at your thighs, nails scratching at your own skin completely lost in the way Yunho ruts into you, his breathing fanning over your neck. You can hear them now, the faintest, repressed groans rumbling against his ribcage. You clench around him, and that earns you to be pushed against the bed once again, one hand pressing at the back of your neck while Yunho brutally fucks into you in a way that makes Mingi want to look away. He doesn’t, though.
Usually this is Yunho’s favorite position. But there’s that thought in the back of his head. Haunting, disgusting.
He thinks back to his mocking question to Mingi.
“Do you only fuck missionary?”
He had been so smug about it at the time. He hates how foolish he feels now. Loathes it.
He flips you with ease until you are on your back again, and he almost feels bad by how dizzy you must be. He wishes he could see your lost eyes, glassy and pleading and fucked-out. He pushes your legs open and when he starts to thrust inside, the thought comes back, so loud he can’t help himself. It’s the way your lips part, bruised and pink with the threads of saliva trailing down your chin and glimmering on the faint light of Mingi’s desk lamp. Your hair sprawled across the sheets, messy and ruined. Your body beneath his, so small in comparison, so fragile and willing for him. You feel so hot underneath his touch.
The thought slips out.
“So pretty” he moans, breathless.
Mingi doesn’t hear it, and neither do you. It’s almost inaudible under the constant tearing of your moans. He doesn’t care, really.
He buries his head on the crook of your neck, his full body pressing against yours as his cock thrusts impossibly deep. The feeling of his full body weight flush against yours is as overwhelming as it’s intoxicating. His hot, hectic breathing fans at your neck, and you can taste the saltiness of his skin where your lips brush against his shoulder. The rhythm is erratic and yet the way his hips rut against your cunt is so controlled, practiced. It’s desperate and careless, yet precise. Yunho doesn’t want to think about Mingi, probably panicking next to the bed. At least one part of him. He saw Mingi’s hard cock when he was mercilessly fucking you, and he can always convince him. That’s the great thing about Mingi: he forgives. Especially him, he’d forgive him a thousand times.
He savors the feeling of your bodies pressed together, it feels hot to an agonizing point, sweat making your skin stick together. He understand Mingi for a moment, the fear of breaking you. It doesn’t scare him though, instead it makes a blinding heat rush to his head.
“I love the way you fuck me” you whisper with your lips pressed against his earlobe, the words pushing through your lips in a broken, desperate cry.
The thin thread holding Yunho's sanity together snaps when he hears the subtlest hint of shame in your words. You are speaking to him. He knows it. These words are for him to hear, not Mingi, standing by the door. No, you don’t want him to hear you. Don’t want to break his huge, gentle heart. God you are so sweet, so twisted, maybe even more than he is. You feel his cock twitching inside you, and Yunho has to stop himself from cumming inside of you. Oh how he wishes he could take off the condom and bury his cock impossibly deep, bulge poking at your abdomen when he cums inside. But he can’t.
He pulls himself out and rips the condom off him, discarding it somewhere in the room. Had this been any other way he’d go right back into fucking you.
Maybe if he had met you sooner. Went to talk to you himself instead of encouraging Mingi to do it himself.
Mingi.
With a gesture of the hand he prompts Mingi to step closer, hurrying him and eyeing his hard cock with an impatient look. Mingi understands quickly, his dazed mind surprisingly sharp under the harshness of Yunho’s gaze. If he cums and you take the blindfold off to a Mingi still hard, the gig would be up. It never was on, really, but he can’t let Mingi know that. It’s supposed to be your little secret, is it not? Yunho strokes himself, doing his best to control his jaded breathing as he brings himself to his climax. Mingi doesn’t need to restrain himself, he whimpers and cries the way you are used to him doing when he starts jerking off alongside his best friend. He sees Yunho’s chest rise up and down, nostrils flaring right before long threads of cum spill from the red tip of his cock and into your stomach. God, what has he done to you? How did all this happen?
But you are happy, aren’t you?
Even when it’s his best friend jerking off and cumming into your skin. His best friend leaving your pussy satisfied and fucked properly. His best friend fucking his lovely girlfriend--
You feel the second thread of cum hit your skin as Ming lets a loud, almost surprised moan. You can feel it slightly to your left towards the foot of the bed, and you have to bite down a smile. Isn’t that so sweet of them?
You can hear their breathing, both of them, heavy and charged despite how quiet Yunho is trying to be. You remain sprawled on the bed, your chest rising and falling between whimpers. Yunho stares down at you with something akin to annoyance, eyes roaming your body with an expression of displeasure. His jaw clenches until the muscle pops up under the skin. He’s not used to this. Not used to leaving someone unsatisfied. He’s disgusted by the fact he came so quickly, when he had had in mind fucking you for so much longer, in so many other ways. Instead he came like a virgin schoolboy, leaving you unsatisfied when this was supposed to be his moment. What exactly did he prove, if he couldn’t make you cum before he even did? How could you do that to him?
God, he hates you.
“Mingi?” you innocently call, your slightly trembling hand reaching in the air for your boyfriend.
Mingi reaches for it immediately, getting on his knees next to the bed and placing a kiss to the back of your hand.
“I’m here”
Yunho observes the scene, mouth twisted in disgust. This is his cue to leave. He picks up his clothes from the floor, not really worried about making noise anymore and leaves the room. He has to stop himself from slamming the door on his way out.
He might be done, but this is not over.
If there’s anything Yunho hates the most in this world, that is to losing.
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