Every Scar is Proof I Tried

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Sing, Mockingbird, Sing! [Hyunjin x Jeongin x Reader; Round One of Round Robin]

Round Robin Masterlist

In Defense of My Overgrown Garden [Jisung x Minho x Reader]

Girlfriend Material [Jisung x Reader]

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sing, mockingbird, sing! [nsfw]

ʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʀᴏʙɪɴ

summary: Hyunjin is bored. Post-concert adrenaline still pulsing through his veins, he decides he's going to explore the city. Who better to explore with than his favorite little dongsaeng and his cute little partner? He doesn't even think twice before barging into your room, intent on convincing the two of you to come with him.

Instead, he ends up coming with the two of you. Not that he's going to complain.

warnings: sub!hyunjin, dom!reader, dom!jeongin, penetration (reader!, jeongin!receiving), oral sex (reader!, hyunjin!receiving), minorly implied breeding kink, praise kink (hyunjin), degradation (hyunjin!receiving), dacryphilia, voyeurism, exhibitionism (the neighbours know what's happening), swearing

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I'll have you know I was working on this before I remembered they were actually touring, but it worked out anyways! Very excited to finally be sharing the first chapter of this series with you guys :) This was so much fun for me to write. and I hope you guys like it! Changbin's chapter is next <3

It's not like you and your boyfriend decided that you wanted to hook up with his bandmates.

…it is something you've talked about, of course. Jeongin knows they think of him as a baby - both of you, really, since you're dating him - but he's been a man for far longer than they care to admit. You can see it in the wandering eyes, in the way that Changbin takes a too-big swig of his water when Jeongin's hands flex just right, or the way Felix's fingers sink into the muscle of his biceps for just a little too long to be friendly. They all know that something has changed, that Jeongin's innocence has long since been shed, but no one dares to say it out loud, because saying it out loud makes it real. And none of them seem to want to let go of their sweet baby Ayen-ah just yet.

So yeah, sometimes dirty talk involves his bandmates, involves Chan catching the two of you on the couch and being "so disgusted", involves Minho finding the two of you pressed into a corner of a practice room with the low beat of their new song thrumming through the "accidentally" unlocked door and teasing both of you. He won't admit it, but you know it makes him come faster, makes a new kind of heat thrum under his skin. It does just the same for you.

In short, you're both shamelessly into it. Because, despite his maknae title, Jeongin is a freak.

It's greatly assisted by the fact that you are, too. You're down for anything and everything he's wanted to try, just as he's accepted every weird thing you've wanted to try with open arms. Sounding, pegging, shibari…there's really a small amount of things you've haven't tried, mostly for the sake of protecting his career or simply because some things are hard 'no's for one of you. 

It's a Saturday night when the first "incident" happens. Well, Jeongin calls it an "incident". You've been calling it a "divine intervention", because you were about to cave under the tension between Jeongin and his bandmates and ask one of them to sleep with the two of you anyways.

The night is young when it begins - the sun hasn't even started to kiss the horizon when the concert starts, six o'clock p.m. sharp. Despite Jeongin's insistence that he gets you a barricade ticket himself, you had ticketed long and hard for this concert, and bought yourself a seat instead.

"I don't want to be standing the whole time," you had told him when he whined, "plus, if you're patient, I'll see you backstage, won't I?"

"And the hotel?" he asked, pouty lips upturning hopefully.

"And at the hotel." you promised, because it's impossible to say no to your boyfriend when he uses those big, pouty eyes and perfect smile on you.

When the big screen on stage flickers alive, the intro video blaring through the stadium, the familiar flood of adrenaline pumps through your veins, and you're screaming despite yourself. No matter how many times you see them on stage, no matter how many times you watch them sing and dance their hearts out, you'll never get enough. They have something magnetic about them that forces a whole crowd to their feet and to jump and scream and dance. It's a powerful feeling, to be swept away in their performance. You always feel jittery after a concert, the energy in your body endless once the final note rings out. You could fight god or build a pyramid with your hands, in these moments.

Instead, you take that boundless energy out on your boyfriend.

Like every show, your boyfriend somehow gets impossibly hotter. You don't get your phone out - other Stays will record more than enough fancams for you - but it feels like it's pretty damn obvious who you're staring at, jaw-dropped. Stays joke that living with Chan has made him more of a menace, and while you know from experience that Jeongin's the real freak of the two, you're inclined to agree that his stage presence is becoming more and more Chan-like everyday.

Assisted by the stylists, of course. You think you could kiss all of them on the mouth for the outfit they've put him in tonight. His first outfit is obscene - a tiny white cropped tank top, so thin you can see the sharp lines of his body through it. It's so short that a sliver of his back peeks out when he's standing still, and you know he's bending over on purpose when the tank top practically rides up his entire back. Every single outfit is entirely unfair, like it was made entirely to tear you apart from the inside out. Even in the cutie little sailor outfit he looks amazing, and you think it's frankly unfair how badly you want to jump his bones right now. You really think this might be it for you. You might die here in the crowd at your boyfriend's concert.

Naturally, all of them look fine tonight, but only your boyfriend really captures your attention. His tongue flicks out and he winks in the direction of your seat, that smug bastard, and you scream with every other person in the stands near you as he does. You hate falling victim to the fan service of the k-pop industry, but when it's your boyfriend, you have no real reason to stop yourself from swooning over him. Even knowing about the new hair ahead of time, seeing it for yourself in the days leading up to the first show, didn't protect you from being obsessed with the way the light catches on the silver strands, on the way that droplets of sweat cling to his hair and make it stick to his forehead. 

The rest of the concert is a blur of scream-singing and drooling over your insanely hot boyfriend - who sweats so much into his shirts that they;'re practically a different color by the end of the night, absolutely glued to his skin. You're picturing peeling it off of him the entire time he's on stage. The sun dips down below the horizon but that doesn't stop them, the music still shaking the floor and sending shockwaves through your whole body.

By the time you're guided out from your seat, still clutching your lightstick to your chest with hearts in your eyes, you're so hyped up on adrenaline that you almost miss the manager you're supposed to be looking for standing at the top of the stairs. He gives you a polite nod when you walk towards him, and then guides you discretely backstage. For the most part, you follow the crowd - down the stairs, around the bend, past the banners one last time - just to slip out from the sea at the last moment, doing the practiced dance of quietly slipping into an "employees only" hallway without being detected. No controversies for you tonight, please and thank you.

You're forced to wait with the staff members outside of their changing space (you wonder briefly if you and Jeongin perhaps weren't so quiet during one of your previous green room escapades) while everyone gets out of their hair and makeup. Once they're out of their stage outfits they're technically allowed to just go back to the hotel and do the act of washing off the makeup themselves, but it is nice, sometimes, to fully let someone else handle something after a concert. Especially on a hot summer night, when even the sun setting couldn't pull the heat from the humid, sticky air. Everyone was wearing a layer of sweat so thick it was practically a second skin, so you, too, would let someone else do the hard work if you could.

…well, that's what you try to tell yourself, when impatience begins to overtake your body. The neediness that could've been excused as excitement from the concert before pulses in your abdomen, a slow, curling heat that tortures you from the inside out. You see flashes of your boyfriend again - a droplet of sweat rolling down his neck, the ridges of his abs when his fingers danced up his stomach and took his shirt with it, the way his eyes thinned to slits when he smirked and rolled his hips - and you're forced to squeeze your thighs together awkwardly while standing, hoping that it's not too obvious that you're vying to jump your boyfriend's bones the second you get your hands on him. Reputation be damned, you want to press him against a wall and kiss him senseless until there are no thoughts left in your heads but each other.

The boys start to filter out slowly, lazily - minus Jisung and Hyunjin, who still seem to have that post-concert adrenaline pulsing under their skin and are bouncing off the walls - and when Jeongin makes eye contact with you, freshly changed into another too-tight shirt and a pair of sweatpants that sit dangerously low on his hips, you know you're both in for a long night tonight. His thumb hooks into the waistband as he "adjusts" them, pulling them just low enough for the band of his boxers to peek out and a sliver of his abdomen to be visible when he shifts his arm across his body to "stretch" (read: tease you). He looks at you with hooded eyes and a lazy grin, the kind that means trouble, as he saunters over to you like a predator creeps up on prey. The heat in his gaze holds you pinned in place, watching, enraptured, as Jeongin's tongue dips out to wet his lips.

When he reaches you, he leans forward slowly, just slow enough to be a tease, and kisses you. The kiss isn't filthy, but the message behind it is a promise of more later. When he pulls away, you're both grinning, and if anyone else were paying better attention they would see the way that Jeongin has the subtly shift his pants over his crotch to hide his rising erection.

"Hotel?" he murmurs, voice gravelly from singing on stage, and you nod, fingers dancing up his arm to link yours through his.

It looks like an innocent move from afar, but your fingers dig into his biceps, practically feeling him up in front of everyone. You feel the way he tenses under your fingers, sending you a sideways looking. A warning that you ignore, too caught up in the way his biceps pull the shirt taut around them and the way his arm twitches in your hold.

"Behave." He breathes out quietly, not even looking at you.

Your fingers sink in harder, drawing a little hiss out of him, and you know you're in for a good night when his jaw tenses tight. The ride home is going to be a long, fun drive.

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Hyunjin is bored.

There's nothing left in this hotel for him to do. He can't go downstairs and use the pool, because if he gets recognized they all have to move hotels, plus he'd also just get in trouble for wandering in the hotel in the first place. He could work out in the gym, the only public space they're permitted to use in these hotels, but Hyunjin doesn't want to work out, especially after a concert. He knows that Chan and Changbin do sometimes, to burn that excess energy, but the idea of doing more work right now has Hyunjin's nose crinkling. And he could sketch or paint, the art supplies shoved haphazardly into his suitcase staring at him from the corner of his eye, but the idea of sitting still right now also drives him up the wall.

It's partially due to the half-chub that he's been rocking since the first beat of the show. He's embarrassed to admit it, but every show makes that familiar burn of arousal boil under his skin. There's something about performing on the stage, dancing and singing in perfect sync with his bandmates, that gets him going. It's his personal aphrodisiac, which is both a blessing and a curse. A blessing, because a post-show nut followed by a steaming hot shower and then a faceplant into the hotel sheets is probably the best feeling in the world. And a curse, because he doesn't actually want to jerk one out right now. 

Sure, he's horny, but there's a difference between being horny (physically) and being horny (mentally). Mentally, Hyunjin wants to busy himself with other things. He needs to be in the mood to jerk off, and while his bandmates looked a little too good tonight, Hyunjin's lingering sense of guilt about jerking off to his bandmates is a little too strong tonight, strong enough to outweigh the arousal that's settling into the back of his mind.

Okay, so maybe there is something for him to do in the hotel, but Hyunjin really, really doesn't want to do it. What he wants to do is explore the city to get his mind off of…other things. It's late, and with a mask and a hat, he knows he would blend right in.

But he doesn't want to go alone. First and foremost, a night out alone is boring in his opinion, especially in a new city. If he wants to try some food out here, the nicer restaurants probably won't seat him if he's on his own. Plus, he has no one to coerce to take photos of him so he actually has content to post on his social media. He supposes he could probably ask staff (he should probably ask staff if he's allowed to leave at all, but he pushes that thought aside), but then he loses some of the freedom of a city at night, forced to continue putting on an idol face for a couple more hours. Yeah, no thanks.

He also just loves his members and would spend every waking hour with them if he could, but you won't catch him admitting that. 

He runs through the options in his head. Felix would usually be down to explore and his quieter post-concert energy would be a nice match to Hyunjin's adrenaline rush he's still riding out, but Felix looked absolutely exhausted after the show. Hyunjin assumes he's already crashed and snoring on his bed. Seungmin never wants to explore, and Jisung and Minho are probably…busy, so that eliminates both of them. Chan and Changbin are good options, but concert nights are one of the few nights Chan might actually allow himself to rest, and Changbin and him took the double room, so Hyunjin risks waking Chan up if he goes to get Changbin.

That leaves Jeongin, and likely you. Hyunjin lights up at the idea. Jeongin is a far better personal photographer than most of the other members anyways, plus he gets to hang out with his little baby maknae and his equally cute partner. While Jeongin wasn't always down to hang out with his hyung, Hyunjin knows he could convince you to explore, and if you're going, well, Jeongin isn't going to not go. Hyunjin grins evilly, already deadset on convincing the two of you to come join him tonight. Using you against Jeongin is an evil ploy, but one that all of the members are familiar with, and Hyunjin isn't above a little bit of coercion to get his way. 

Usually Chan would be in charge of all of the extra room keys, but the group (in an attempt to get Chan to actually rest during tour season) agreed that they would rotate responsibility, to minimize one person being extra tired because someone lost their copy of their room key every night of the tour at weird, odd hours (cough cough Han Jisung). 

So Hyunjin doesn't even have to go knocking to get to the babies, because it's his turn to be on key duty. He's sure he can pawn off the responsibility to someone else before he's out the door, or he can just hope that no one forgets their keys until after he's back. He decides it's a problem for him of the future, the him that's already convinced the two of you to explore. I'm a genius, he thinks to himself, tongue caught between his teeth as he shuffles through the room keys for Jeongin's. 305, 306, 307…aha! Hyunjin grabs room 308's keycard and his phone, all of skipping down the hall towards the maknae's room.

He doesn't even think to knock as he scans the keycard. He's seen Jeongin in all states of undress before, and he doesn't quite consider the fact that you could be changing in there. Really, he doesn't have a single thought in his head as he cheerily barges into Jeongin's room, mind already thinking about all the places he wants to drag the two of you to visit.

"Hello children, I'm here to take you on an adventure-"

Hyunjin's voice trails off as the door clicks closed behind him, eyes wide and mouth opening and closing uselessly. He swallows big, the sound too loud in the quiet of the room, suspended in time for a moment as he stares at the two of you.

He can't tell where Jeongin ends and you begin. Jeongin has you pressed into the sheets, body curled over top of you, sweat making his skin glisten. His hips have gone still, but they were jackhammering into you when Hyunjin walked in. There's a constellation of bite marks and hickeys across your chest, and scratch marks litter the upper part of Jeongin's back like a map (exactly where it would be hidden by his stage shirts, Hyunjin hopes). Jeongin's hair is mussed, clearly tugged at, and if Hyunjin looks hard enough it looks like there's purpling hickeys littering his upper inner thighs too, somewhere that Stay would never see at the next show.

"I- you-" Hyunjin stutters uselessly as the two of you look at him, cheeks a bright pink and getting pinker.

You stare at him for a moment, studying him. His shoulders are up in surprise, there's a flush crawling down his neck, his finger is shaking as it points between the two of you, but you notice one thing that makes the corner of your mouth twitch up into a smirk. 

No matter how embarrassed he seems, Hyunjin can't stop looking at the two of you. His eyes dart between your faces, to where the two of you are connected, to the arch of your back, to the ridges of Jeongin's abs. A normal person would've looked away by now. Would've apologized, said something about forgetting this ever happened, would've walked out of the room with a hand over their eyes and not come back for the night. 

But Hyunjin was glued in place, shamefully staring at the two of you. Maybe out of disbelief, but you can tell by the way there's a tent forming in his shorts that there's more than disbelief in his darkened stare. 

"Dirty hyung, didn't even knock." Jeongin starts, tapping your shoulder twice - a confirmation on his end and a question. 

You tap back twice - a solid yes, your shared nonverbal green - as you continue his sentence. "Jinnie's such a pervert, hm? Look at him, he's leaking in his shorts. You were hoping you'd catch us, weren't you?"

"I wasn't- I didn't mean to-" Hyunjin flushes further, stammering as he glances nervously between the two of you.

There's confusion written on his face - why haven't you kicked him out yet? Why were the two of you looking at him like that? - and that just won't do. You glance up at your boyfriend, raising an eyebrow, and he sighs dramatically. He pulls out of you with a wet pop!, the sound so slick and gross and nasty that it has Hyunjin's cock twitching in his pants despite himself. 

Oh my god, Hyunjin thinks, almost drooling at the site of Jeongin's cock, coated in both of your juices, he's so big.

Certainly bigger than anything Hyunjin's ever taken. He's not certain he's ever really given Jeongin's cock a good look before, but he's confident Jeongin must be a grower, not a shower, because Hyunjin feels like he would remember if he'd seen that beast before.

"I should…I should go…" Hyunjin says, making no move to actually leave, eyes still locked between Jeongin's legs.

Jeongin laughs at him, low and mean, as he stalks over to where Hyunjin is. He crowds into Hyunjin's space until Hyunjin's backed up against the door, curled so far in on himself that he's forced to look up at Jeongin. His breath is short, caught in his throat, and Jeongin plays a dangerous game as he leans in and in and in and-

Clicks the lock behind Hyunjin's back.

"Now's your last chance to pretend you don't want this," Jeongin says, looking down at Hyunjin, watching the way his pupils swallow his irises as he stares up at Jeongin, "Nothing to say, hyung? Not interested in a different kind of adventure tonight?"

It's mean, to call back to why Hyunjin was here in the first place. Hyunjin looks so small - like a mouse caught in the teeth of a very satisfied cat - and it sends a spike of arousal shooting up your spine. The two of you had talked about involving one of his members, but this was an even better scenario than you could have ever conjured in your head. 

You drag yourself up to sit on the edge of the bed, a mix of your arousal and Jeongin's leaking from between your legs.

"C'mon, Hyunnie," you coo, spreading your legs wide so Hyunjin can see the mess between them, "We're asking so nicely, y'know. We could be meaner."

"He'd like that," Jeongin says, still staring Hyunjin down like a predator, "Perverted little things like him don't want to be treated nicely."

They're talking about me like I'm not even here, Hyunjin thinks distantly, and he tries to speak, tries to defend himself, but all that comes out is an indignant little squeak. It's a pathetic sound, and it's practically a confession that you're not wrong about him.

"Oh poor thing, you must be so overwhelmed," you say, faux concern dripping in your tone, "Jeongin, give him some space, won't you? C'mere, baby."

Jeongin gives Hyunjin one last look over before backing up like you asked, hands raised in mock surrender. Hyunjin watches with wide eyes, cock one touch away from exploding in his pants. You're both so hot like this, so in control that every single one of his senses is locked on to the two of you. 

"Baby? You going to come here?" You ask, and oh, are you talking to him?

Hyunjin must look like a fool, mouth parted and blinking at you rapidly like he can't believe his ears. Jeongin rolls his eyes and lifts a hand, beckoning him over lazily.

"C'mon, you heard them," he says, eyes bored and mouth curled into a smirk, "You can't be stupid already, right? You can listen."

He nods rapidly, head bobbling on his shoulders as he stumbles over to you. His limbs don't feel like his own, awkward legs bumping into each other as he stops in front of you, standing between your parted legs. He looks at you expectantly, waiting for another order. 

"So good for us already, aren't you, baby?" you ask, a rhetorical question, giggling when he nods anyways, "God, you're so cute. Isn't he so cute, Innie-yah?"

"So cute," Jeongin responds, voice closer than Hyunjin remembers, "Would look even cuter on his knees."

Hyunjin doesn't even register listening until there's a dull throbbing in his knees as he clunks to the ground. He's eye level now with your gaping hole, but he doesn't look. He keeps his eyes on yours, revelling in the way you smile down at him sweetly as he drops to his knees. 

A hand comes to run through his hair and he trills, a satisfied sound in the back of his throat, leaning into the hand. You bring a hand to run a lazy circle around the rim of your entrance, and Hyunjin drools as more of the nasty mixture of lube and juices leaks out of you. He wants to taste so bad, but he already knows that he can't do that without your permission. Without both of your permissions. You were kind enough to let him stay at all, and he refuses to miss out tonight just because he got greedy. 

"We use the stoplight system," you say quietly, voice serious, "Do you know the colors, baby?"

Hyunjin hums an affirmative, and the hand in his hair tightens its hold.

"Say them for us," Jeongin says, tone stern, "And from now on, if we ask you a question, we expect a verbal response. Got it?"

"Got it, I got it," Hyunjin whimpers, the stinging on his scalp making him leak even more into his pants, "Green for good, yellow for slow down, red for stop."

"Good job, baby." You coo, just as Jeongin says:

"Good slut, knowing his colors."

Both of you have such a condescending tone, like you're talking to a stupid baby who doesn't know anything, and it makes Hyunjin squirm a bit. The hand in his hair tightens even more, and Hyunjin settles, the message clear - speak when spoken to, don't move unless asked. He can do that. He can be good for you two. His cocky stage presence feels so far away right now, a skin he puts on for shows that he thought he could maintain in the bedroom, but under the weight of your gazes, Hyunjin can't even remember what it feels like to be in charge. His entire life zeroes in to this moment: him on his knees, Jeongin's hand in his hair, your fingers creating a perfect V and spreading yourself open.

You watch his face carefully, catch the exact moment that he realizes that Jeongin has already came inside of you, eyes widening and drool slipping out of the corner of his mouth when a perfect white pearl of cum pulses lazily out of you. 

"I'm going to die," he wheezes, because it's true, "You two are going to kill me."

Jeongin chuckles, the hand in his hair loosening to run through it soothingly. He scratches at the undercut gently, lowering himself down behind Hyunjin to hook his chin over his shoulder.

"That's not a safeword I'm hearing, hyung," he murmurs, and Hyunjin whimpers, "Are you okay with kissing?"

Hyunjin barely gets a breathy "yes" out before Jeongin's big hand is grabbing his chin and forcing his lips on Hyunjin's. Hyunjin moans into the kiss, and you watch with a quiet reverence as his cock twitches once between his legs, a glob of precum darkening his sweatpants at the tip. The angle looks awkward at best, but Hyunjin's fingers still clench against his thighs as Jeongin finds a way to deepen the kiss, tongue carving its way into his mouth. 

He feels your foot run up his thigh, the pressure of it moving higher and higher and stopping just short of where he needs touch the most. The whine the lack of stimulation pulls out of him is loud enough for it to break his kiss with Jeongin. A fragile trail of spit stretches between their mouths, only broken when you beckon Hyunjin towards you and he practically falls forward into your lap.

"Careful," you coo, greedy hands reaching down to pull him up to you, "I just want a taste, baby. Come here."

He settles into your lap, your hands pressing him down by the thighs when he hesitates to put his weight on you and then slipping under his shirt to guide it off. Jeongin takes it from you once you get it off of him, taking it to god knows where, but Hyunjin couldn't care less, because your mouth is on his, and it's heaven. Your kisses are different from Jeongin's - softer, but no less in control. While Jeongin uses sharp, brute force to keep his control, Hyunjin finds that your presence is more subtle. He listens to you because it feels natural to. The way you hold yourself, the way you say things so simply and kindly, makes the idea of not listening to you seem like an impossibility. Jeongin is in control because he gives you no choice, but your control feels like surrender. Hyunjin thinks that if he pushed it you might cave, might let him hold the idea of control in his hands, but he doesn't want to, not when you look at him like that for being good.

Hands sneak around his waist, dance down his stomach until one of them finds his cock through his sweatpants. The pressure is gentle at first, testing, a deep voice chuckling from behind him when his hips buck up desperately into the touch.

"Patience, baby," Jeongin says behind him, pressing a gentle kiss to Hyunjin's neck, "Hold still for me."

And Hyunjin does what he's told, because he's a good boy. He lets himself be sandwiched between the two of you, Jeongin's bare chest warm against his back as he toys with his cock, your mouth sweet and gentle against his as you explore every crevice of his mouth with your tongue. He feels unreal, his mind fuzzy and his body floating. He wonders if he's asleep, if his horny brain has conjured this fantasy up to torture him, but then your teeth sink into his lower lip, and the sting of pleasure-pain is so real and perfect that Hyunjin knows that this is reality.

Jeongin gets bored of playing with his cock through the sweatpants, grabbing Hyunjin by the hair and pulling him away from you, much to both of your chagrins. You let go of Hyunjin's waist as Jeongin guides him to stand again, though it's on shaky legs, and he has to lean back into the easy strength of the boy behind him to keep himself upright.

You slide off the bed to fall to your knees in front of Hyunjin, fingers coming to toy with the waistband of Hyunjin's sweatpants. The way you look up at him has Hyunjin shivering. Even on your knees, Hyunjin feels like he's at your mercy, glued to Jeongin, whose wandering hands have found a home just above the waist of Hyunjin's pants, teasing fingers pushing into the soft skin there just to hear the way Hyunjin hisses when they do.

"Can I take these off?" You ask him, looking up through your lashes, and shit, Hyunjin would have to be actually insane to say no.

He nods his head, struggling to swallow his spit as you frown up at him. You don't say anything else, but keep tracing the waistband. Hyunjin wonders if you're teasing, but then one of Jeongin's hands pulls back, just to land hard on his ass. Hyunjin stumbles forward a bit at the contact, your hands and Jeongin's other hand holding him steady.

"When we ask you a question, you're supposed to answer," Jeongin says, voice unamused, "Did you already forget? Touched your cock a little and you lost all your thoughts? I thought you were going to be good."

"I am, I am, 'm sorry, sorry Innie-yah," Hyunjin rushes out, an aroused shiver crawling up his spine at the way Jeongin was talking to him, "It won't happen again. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"It better not," Jeongin says, tone sharp, but he leans forward to press a soft kiss to Hyunjin's shoulder to balance it out, "Now answer the question."

"Yeah, yeah, you can- you can take 'em off," he slurs out, voice sounding fucked out even to him, "...please?"

"Good boy." Twin voices say, and there are fingers under his waistband tugging his pants and underwear down.

He almost feels embarrassed how hard he is right now, cock slapping against his abdomen and then hanging down slightly under the weight of his arousal. His underwear is soaked at the front, and you run a curious finger through his precum as you guide his boxers off his legs, making him flush an impossibly brighter pink when you bring the finger to your mouth to taste. You grin up at him toothily when he lets out a shocked sound, like tormenting Hyunjin was your favorite activity.

And maybe it was, because without any warning, you're leaning forward to wrap your lips around the head of Hyunjin's cock. Hyunjin practically shouts at the contact, but the sound is swallowed by a palm across his mouth from behind, firm and unyielding, even as Hyunjin's tongue darts out to taste it. Like salt and sweat and something that's distinctly Jeongin, and the taste makes Hyunjin moan into his hand.

"So loud," Jeongin chastises, though it holds no real bite to it when another little sound from Hyunjin's throat has him pressing his erection against the curve of Hyunjin's ass, "What are we going to do with you?"

"Hmm…" you hum around Hyunjin's cock, sending a spasm through him.

You pull off to speak, looking up at Jeongin over Hyunjin's shoulder, "I say we make him squirt once into my mouth and then once inside of you, yeah? I'm already stuffed full, only fair that you get a turn."

Jeongin rolls his eyes at you, which makes you laugh, but folds immediately anyways.

"You like being stuffed full," he complains as he reaches around to grasp at the base of Hyunjin's cock, guiding it back towards your mouth, "But shit, if you don't want this pretty cock inside of you, I'm not going to complain if I get to take it for a spin."

"He's got a good curve to him," you say as you surface for a gulp of air, "I think he'll fit inside of you just right."

Jeongin hums, cock still nestled between Hyunjin's ass cheeks, and Hyunjin feels it twitch when you dive back down around his cock. Shit, Hyunjin gets it, because you look so good down there, lips stretched to accommodate the size of Hyunjin's cock. He's not nearly as big as Jeongin, but he's still a pleasant weight in your mouth, the kind of size that will still have your jaw aching tomorrow. Your throat spasms around his tip when it bumps against the back of your throat, and Hyunjin feels fucking pathetic, because he thinks he already might come.

"When- where-" he manages to babble, voice caught between moaning and whimpering into Jeongin's hand.

His voice is muffled, but Jeongin can either hear him well enough or can tell from the way his body trembles in his hold what he needs, because he leans forward to tug at Hyunjin's earlobe with his teeth.

"Already? God, I should've known you were easy," Jeongin says, laughing when he feels the heat of Hyunjin's embarrassment in his skin, "You're supposed to be my hyung, Hyunjin-ah. You're such a bad role model, can barely last a few minutes when someone gets their mouth on you. How's that pathetic thing going to survive inside of me?"

The visual of it, the idea of being inside of Jeongin and feeling his entrance clench around him, is enough to have Hyunjin bucking backwards, trying to pull out of your mouth before he spills without permission. Jeongin doesn't let him, though, holds steady behind him and lets you keep ravaging Hyunjin with your mouth. He makes a frantic sound against Jeongin's hand, and Jeongin sighs dramatically, pulling his hand away.

"What." He says, feigning boredom.

"You have to stop, you have to- please, I can't hold it back, I can't!" Hyunjin wails, tears gathering at the corner of his eyes, "I'm going to- I can't-"

Words start to fail him, helpless little babbles and sobs clawing out of his throat as you just suck harder, bobbing down as far as you can take him. He's writhing in Jeongin's strong hold, his one hand and body pressed into him from behind enough to hold him still. The salty taste of precum gushing out of him fills your mouth, but he's good, and no matter how much it hurts, he won't come - can't come - without your permission.

Jeongin lets the moment drag a little longer, holds Hyunjin steady for a breath more, before raising an eyebrow at you. You pull off of Hyunjin, much to his chagrin, and bring a hand up to rapidly jerk at his length. Hyunjin's mouth falls open into a little 'o', eyes rolling back at the sensation. You cock your head at Jeongin, a silent question, and his mouth presses into a line as he thinks.

"You think so?" he asks you, and you nod, "Okay. Whenever you're ready, then."

Hyunjin feels caught, stuck between two people who know and love each other so much that they don't even have to talk to communicate. It makes this moment feel even more sinful, like something he was never supposed to be part of, and if he were allowed to come, he would've exploded all over your face in that moment. 

His time's not far off, though, as you lean forward to press gentle kisses to the head of his cock as you jerk him off, "When you come, I want you to come all over my face. Can you do that for me, Jinnie? Cover my face in your cum, make me all messy and gross with it?"

He nods again, mouth useless and full of cotton. Jeongin's hand reels back again and Hyunjin knows it's coming, so he panics, choking on his own wails as he struggles to get the words out.

"I can, I can," he manages, and feels Jeongin's body freeze behind him before the hand comes down, "'m good, 'm so good for you, I can do that. Whatever-hngh-whatever you want, I can do it, promise."

"Good boy," Jeongin says, "I'm going to count you down, okay? When I get to one, you can come."

"Okay, okay, thank you thank you thank you-" Hyunjin sputters, the hand on his cock speeding up a bit.

He can't look at you, can't peer over his shoulder at Jeongin, because he knows it'll be enough to push him over. He squeezes his eyes shut instead, head falling back to lay uselessly on Jeongin's shoulder. 

"Five."

Your wrist twists at the head of his cock, right where his sensitive glans are, squeezing just a little tighter on the way up because you can tell he likes it.

"Four."

Jeongin's fingers press into his hips, hard enough that if Hyunjin was in the right mind he would be worried about the bruises that were surely going to form tomorrow, about how the hell the stylists are going to hide them when his one outfit has a perfect blue button-up that rides up too high.

"Three."

You lean forward to suck on the head of his cock once, tongue dipping into his slit to gather more of his precum on your tongue. 

"Two."

Your free hand comes to roll his balls in your palm, grinning slyly as the tears finally spill over and Hyunjin's cheeks are coated in salt.

"One and a half…"

"Jeongin." You chastise as Hyunjin sobs harder, but if Hyunjin had his eyes open, he'd see the cruel gleam in your eyes, too.

"One and a quarter…"

He's going to die. His cock is going to fall off in your hand and he's never going to be able to experience anything like this ever again. The two of you are going to ruin him for anyone else forever.

"One."

He thinks he screams. All he knows is that Jeongin presses forward into his back and brings his hands up, lightning fast, to tug at Hyunjin's nipples, and then he's gone. Floating in a sea of bliss, body completely weightless and useless as he comes and comes and comes. He might black out. He's not even sure. All he knows now is the feeling of release overtaking his body, and the solid weight of Jeongin's chest behind him.

When he comes down, he's still standing, but barely - he thinks the only thing keeping him up right now is the way Jeongin digs his hands into his hips, anchoring him to reality. Without them, Hyunjin thinks he would float off into space and never be found again. He thinks he could ride that high forever.

He lets himself open his eyes, and regrets it immediately, because oh, you're still there, on your knees, face coated in his release. It's so much too, more than Hyunjin thinks he's ever come in one go. Some of it is splattered across your eyebrow, dripping down onto your cheek, but most of it coats your cheeks and your lips. If he had been aware of anything around him when he came, he would've seen the way you stuck your tongue out and caught some of the release in your mouth, but that's okay. He'll taste it on you later when you kiss again, the way his taste clings to your tongue.

You grin up at him once you can tell he's slightly lucid, a hand coming up to rub gentle circles into his hipbone.

"Do you think you can get to the bed, baby?" you ask, gentle and genuinely soft, the softest the two of you have been since Hyunjin stumbled in on you.

"You still owe us one more, you know," Jeongin says, nipping at Hyunjin's neck absentmindedly, "I want one too."

"You're going to kill me," Hyunjin says again, voice raspy, "Oh my god. Oh my god."

He lets himself be guided to the bed anyways, watching the way you don't even consider moving to wipe his cum off of your face. You position yourself at the headboard, and Jeongin guides Hyunjin to lie between your legs, face right in front of your entrance.

"Watch."

It's the only warning Hyunjin gets before Jeongin is in his vision now too, both of you above him. He thinks you're going to kiss - and shit, he wouldn't complain about getting to watch the two of you makeout - but instead, he chokes on a moan when Jeongin leans forward and licks a stripe up your cheek.

He cleans you up carefully, reverent but also greedy. His tongue darts across everywhere where Hyunjin's cum is, filling his mouth with his salty taste. Hyunjin can't take his eyes off of the two of you. 

"Holy shit." He murmurs, mostly to himself, but it makes you giggle anyways. "Tickles," you giggle quietly, and laugh fuller when Jeongin retaliates by lightly biting your cheek, "Hey now, watch yourself."

Jeongin must send you a withering look, because you stick your tongue out at him. Hyunjin can't tell from his position, but he can tell that your face is now free of cum, Jeongin's tongue quick and efficient. Your face still feels gross - your boyfriend just slobbered all over you - but it was certainly worth it to watch the way that Hyunjin's eyes widened and traced the path Jeongin's mouth took across your skin. 

Jeongin leans forward to kiss you, obscuring your vision of Hyunjin, and you realise that he's collected some of Hyunjin's cum in his mouth, pressing it into yours as he kisses you. You make a content sound against his mouth, gladly swallowing more of Hyunjin's cum. 

"Thanks for sharing, Innie." you joke.

"You're welcome," Jeongin cheekily replies, then starts digging through the bedside drawer, "Now where the hell did the lube go?"

"You're the one that threw it across the room after you opened me up," you remind him, grinning when he sends you a side-eye, "Don't give me that look, it's true! But I packed extra anyway. There should be some in the front pocket of that bag over there."

He gives you a mock salute and trots on over to go digging through your bag. While he does, your focus drops back down to Hyunjin, who is still obediently splayed on his stomach between your legs. His eyes are unfocused and droopy, a tiredness after his first orgasm settling over him. You want to put him in a jar and keep him in your pocket when he looks like this, impossible cute for a guy who does body rolls and teases Stay with winks and kisses on-stage.

You bring a hand down to gently run through his hair instead (you can put him in your pocket another day), melting when he presses into your hand with a content little hum. He blinks up at you slowly, like a sleepy kitten, and you feel arousal pulse through you like a tidal wave. You want to ruin him. You want to watch the way his eyes roll back as he comes a second time, then a third, then a fourth, until he has absolutely nothing left to give.

"You're so cute," you coo, "I can't wait to watch Innie take you."

"It'll never happen if I can't find this stupid lube," Jeongin laments from across the room, contents of your bag now strewn across the floor, "Which pocket was it again?"

"The front one," you yell, then focus back down on Hyunjin, "Can you do something for me, sweet thing? You can say no."

"Of course," Hyunjin slurs, "Can do anything for you."

"That's our good boy," you say, tone dripping with fondness, "I'm feeling needy, after watching you feel so good from my mouth. Can you return the favor, baby? Make me feel good now?"

It's all technically a question, but Hyunjin knows better. Knows that you knew he would say yes, knows that your unbearable kindness is just a face for the real beast that lies waiting under your skin. The hand in his hair isn't just a comfort, it's a reminder that he's below you. That you can pet him like he's just a little animal below you, because he is. He's lesser than you, he's yours to use like a toy and not complain.

"Please." Hyunjin breathes out anyways, desperate for a taste of you.

You use the hand in his hair with a firmer grip now, pulling him towards your leaking entrance, Jeongin's cum drying around the rim. Hyunjin leans forward to lap at it anyways, moans loudly when he tastes it on his tongue.

The taste isn't great - the lube isn't flavored, and it has a sort of acridic taste to it - but Hyunjin could care less, because your thighs twitch around his head when his tongue dips inside of your entrance. All he can think about now is making you feel good. You watch in amusement as he rocks his hips forward into the bed, sure that he's not even aware that he's humping the mattress like an animal while he's eating you out.

He's sloppy about it, all spit and slick as he drools all over your entrance, but it still feels good. Hyunjin's head game was actually pretty notorious amongst the group (or, rather, Han Jisung got head from him one time and made sure it was everybody else's business), but you were surprised by how good it actually felt. 

It doesn't take much to drag you dangerously closer to your edge, especially when Hyunjin slips a finger in alongside his tongue. You would chastise him for doing that without asking, but your instructions in themself were vague - "make me feel good" really could mean anything - so you save your meanness for later, when it will be harder for Hyunjin to hold it together under both you and Jeongin.

Speaking of Jeongin, your idiot boyfriend is still fumbling around for lube, cursing and muttering to himself. Funny that this man thought he would be a priest, you muse, because now he's walking around buckass naked looking for a bottle of lube so that his friend can fuck him up the ass.

"Am I doing good?" Hyunjin pants out, looking up at you with glossy eyes, "Am I making you feel good?"

"Making me feel so good," you moan out, "Keep that mouth on me and make me come, yeah? Let me use that perfect face of yours, pretty boy, make you just as dirty as me."

You look past Hyunjin, and let the hazy pull of pleasure part your mouth into a tempting little 'o' just as Jeongin looks up to say something to you. Your tongue darts out across your lips, and you let your head go heavy, tilting it to bare your neck to him. 

Whatever Jeongin was going to say dies on his tongue. You watch his Adam's apple bob as he swallows thickly, pupils expanding as he zeroes in on you. His eyes flick down - to your lips, then to the length of your neck, glistening with sweat in the low light, then down to where Hyunjin's head is bobbing, making out with your entrance - and his cock drips a fat glob of precum onto the floor. He's frozen in place, fingers twitching at his side like he wants to reach for his cock, but knows that he shouldn't if he doesn't want to come.

"Fuck." He breathes, so quiet you almost miss it.

You just give him the same look he gave you earlier at the venue - hooded predatory eyes, like you're going to eat him whole - and he scrambles to come join the two of you on the bed, bottle of lube clutched but forgotten in his hand.

He all of jumps you when he gets on the bed, sliding next to you and burying his face in the juncture where your neck meets your shoulder. Unlike him, you don't have any rules or contracts protecting you from marks, so he doesn't even hesitate to sink his teeth into your skin, making you hiss. His tongue licks a stripe up your neck, tasting your sweat on his tongue, and he groans at the taste, sucking over your pulse point in a way that's surely going to leave a mark.

Hyunjin hasn't slowed down a bit since the bed dipped with new weight. If anything, he goes faster now, motivated by the sight above him. He feels wild, completely out-of-body, and it just makes him want to give the two of you more. Every little piece of him, right here in this bed, until there's nothing left of him but pleasure. 

"I'm going to come, and you're-fuck!Y-you're gonna take all of it, 'kay?" you tell Hyunjin, voice wobbling as your oncoming orgasm curls in your stomach, "Be good and make me come, let me cover your face-shit, fuck, I'm-"

Your voice breaks as your back arches, hips jolting up from the bed as your release coats Hyunjin's face. It's powerful enough that some of it gets in his hair, and you'd apologize if he didn't give you the most dazed, pleasure-filled gaze from between your legs. His tongue lolls out, pretty and pink, and as the taste of you hits his tongue he moans, pitchy and needy.

It's all too much and not enough. Hyunjin feels so greedy, leaning back in to lick at you again, to clean up the mess that ended up on your thighs and not on him. He needs it so bad that he doesn't hear you hiss in oversensitivity and tell him to stop, doesn't hear the cruel way that Jeongin mocks his desperation, doesn't hear anything until there's a strong hand in his hair that's yanking him back. He cries out, eyes flying open (when did they close?) to pout up at the two of you, freezing when he sees the stern looks on your faces.

"Stupid hyung, so fucking needy that he can't listen anymore," Jeongin hisses, hand tugging hard on his hair again just to watch the way that tears fill his waterline, "Did you even hear us? No? Words, pervert hyung, or we'll leave you here like this, all desperate, to hump a pillow like a dog."

It's an empty threat - Jeongin's so hard that his dick might actually explode if he doesn't get in on the action soon - but it's enough to have Hyunjin crying again, lip trembling as he pleads up at you both.

"Please, I'm sorry, hyung's sorry, Innie, Innie-yah-" his eyes flicker over to you too, sniffling as he stutters your name and cries up at you both, "Please? I didn't mean to not listen, I didn't mean to, I'm good, I can be-hic!-can be so good for you, please?"

"Come sit up here," you say, voice flat as you pat your lap, "Back to my chest. Don't even think about touching me or yourself."

He nods, clambering up carefully as Jeongin slips in front of the two of you. You bring your legs to your chest, back against the headboard, and leave just enough room between your legs for Hyunjin to slot himself. Your one hand comes to squeeze at his shoulder, and when he tries to tilt his head back to look at you, your other hand comes up to grip his jaw cruelly between your fingers, snapping his head back forward.

He feels your breath, hot on his ear, as you lean forward to speak. "Watch."

He doesn't understand, not right away, until Jeongin pops the bottle of lube open and generously coats three of his fingers. And then Jeongin rolls over and presents himself to both of you, ass high in the air and face in the sheets as he brings his index finger around to tease his winking hole.

Hyunjin's mouth feels dry as he watches Jeongin, his little baby maknae, press a slim finger inside of himself and let out a dreamy sigh at the feeling. When did Jeongin get so hot? Well. Hyunjin's known Jeongin's hot for a while, but he hadn't ever pictured just how good he would look facedown on the mattress, back arching as he fucks himself with his fingers. His muscles ripple as he fucks into himself, and Hyunjin wants to trace the ridge of each one with his tongue.

Hyunjin doesn't even realize he's leaning forward, desperate to see the show closer, until the hand that was holding his jaw drops to his neck and tugs him backwards. You don't put any pressure on his neck - choking's not the kind of thing you test on someone whose limits you don't know, especially when you can't see their face - but the simple act of your hand around his throat makes Hyunjin go entirely pliant in your hold. You file that fact away for later as you feel his pulse jackrabbit under your fingers, leaning forward to tug just a little harshly at his earlobe with your teeth. 

"He looks so good like that, doesn't he?" you ask, "Spread open like a whore. Bet you just want to stick that pathetic little thing in him, don't you? Hump him like a dog until you breed him full?"

Jeongin slips in a second fingers just as Hyunjin's eyes roll into his skull and he moans, the image of fucking into Jeongin, bending over him and just letting instinct taking over. He wonders what kinds of sounds he could punch out of Jeongin. If Jeongin would even make a sound, or if he would just lay there, acting uninterested while Hyunjin lost his mind inside of his tight heat. Would he tell him he was good? Would he tell Hyunjin he was dirty?

A third finger joins the other two as Hyunjin squirms in your grasp, cock leaking and red between his legs. He needs something, anything, to touch his cock, so hard now that it hurts. But you just laugh in his ear, eyes still latched on to Jeongin, who's scissoring his fingers apart in a way that makes his hole make a nasty squelch! every time it tries to close around the intrusion. Hyunjin wants to eat him out too, wants to see what kinds of sounds Jeongin makes when his tongue is inside of him, wants to feel Jeongin's thighs try to crush Hyunjin's head between them.

"God, are you drooling? Jinnie, you're so cute," you coo from behind him, and Hyunjin jolts as your hand on his shoulder slides up to wipe at a line of spit on his chin, "Need something in that mouth of yours? I know, it's hard for a stupid thing like you to keep your mouth closed when Jeongin looks that good in front of you, isn't it?"

He whimpers, thighs pressing together to try and alleviate the ache in his cock. It doesn't work, but two of your fingers come to press against his lips, and the world gets a little hazier as he sucks on them dumbly. It's messy, and he can feel even more spit smearing across his chin as he drools all over your fingers, but the weight of your fingers in his mouth has settled the restless need for anything, his squirming at a minimum not. He tenses when Jeongin curls his fingers to press into his prostate and lets out a pretty moan, but he doesn't whine, doesn't try and pull from your grip to get to Jeongin.

"Do you think you're ready, Yennie?" you ask, rolling Hyunjin's tongue between your fingers as you question him, "I know Jinnie is. You should see his cock right now, it's a mess."

Jeongin slips his fingers out of himself, humming unhappily at how empty he feels as he gets up on his knees to face the two of you. You slip your fingers out of Hyunjin's mouth as he moves. His hair is a mess, silver spikes standing straight up on one side from how his cheek was smushed into the sheets, and it's the cutest thing you've ever seen. Even as he clambers over Hyunjin, straddling his thighs and rutting their cocks together once, twice, just to pull a reaction from the man below him, you still can't help but think that your Jeongin just looks so adorable.

You tell him so, and he huffs.

"You're supposed to say handsome or hot."

"They don't have to mutually exclusive," you argue, "You can be adorable and devilishly handsome-"

"That's not how that works at all-"

"It absolutely is-"

"Jeongin, you're insanely hot!" Hyunjin pipes in, interrupting both of you, "Now can we please get on with it?? I need…need you. Please?"

It was a bit of a bratty move, the kind of thing the two of you should probably punish him for, but he gives Jeongin the saddest, wettest puppy dog eyes he's ever seen and Jeongin's sending you a look that says "I'm going to fold like a pathetic loser." 

You sigh, but give him a slight nod, fine with that for now. For the most part, Hyunjin's been good anyways. It's not like you haven't already tortured him enough. Making him just watch Jeongin get off was torture for you, too, who would've loved to see Hyunjin's longer fingers stretch your boyfriend open. Maybe another time, you think, watching with interest as Jeongin grabs the base of Hyunjin's cock and aligns it with his entrance. Far more important things were going on right in front of your eyes.

"I'm going to ride you now," Jeongin informs Hyunjin, staring down at him through slitted eyes, "And you're going to sit there and take it. You try to fuck up into me and I stop and you get to watch while I get myself off. Am I clear?"

Before Hyunjin can answer, you butt in too, voice smooth and even, "And don't even think about coming without permission. You don't come until one of us explicitly tells you to, got it?"

"Got it," Hyunjin murmurs, eyes transfixed on where Jeongin rubs the tip of his cock over his entrance, "I'll be good for you. For both of you."

"Good boy." Jeongin croons.

That's the closest to a warning that either of you get that Jeongin is going to move, dropping down until he's already taken all of Hyunjin inside of him. Hyunjin's cock isn't small by any means - it sits right around average, with an upwards curve that you think will press into Jeongin's prostate just right - so you gasp in surprise when Jeongin sinks all the way down in one clean movement. Jeongin's mouth falls open into a silent scream and his back bows, his three fingers not enough to have prepared him to take Hyunjin that easily. Sweat builds at his hairline right away as he pants, head lolling forward as he holds himself there for a moment, trying to get used to Hyunjin's size.

Hyunjin isn't faring much better, mouth uselessly parted and making gargled sounds in his throat. He chokes through a moan when Jeongin clenches around him, still not moving, and you chuckle meanly behind him, the movement rippling through him.

"He hasn't even moved yet," you remind him, fingers dancing around his sides to come knead at fat above his hips, "How are you going to survive when he really starts riding you?"

He doesn't know. Hell, Hyunjin doesn't know how he's survived anything the two of you have done tonight. Every brush of your fingers, every heady look Jeongin has given him has pushed him closer and closer to insanity, and to the sureness that this must just be a crazy wet dream.

Hyunjin hopes he doesn't wake up.

He hopes this especially so when Jeongin finally does start to ride him, albeit slowly. He circles his hips carefully, a motion that has Hyunjin's cock stirring up his insides, before slowly raising himself up, until only the tip of Hyunjin's cock is inside of him. He clenches around the head of it, grinning when Hyunjin whimpers at the feeling, then drops down quickly.

This continues for a while - an endless bout of teasing, pleasurable torture, the slow glide up enough to keep Hyunjin from getting anywhere near the edge but still so tight that he was throbbing hard inside of Jeongin - until Hyunjin's crying again. Jeongin leans forward to lap at his tears, mixing them with his spit as his tongue swipes across Hyunjin's cheeks. It makes the angle of Hyunjin's cock inside of him change, which just makes Hyunjin sob harder. 

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, but it hurts so good. Your hands slide up his side slowly, until they land on his chest, kneading the flesh there as Jeongin presses sloppy kisses to his cheeks instead now, still slowly riding him. Hyunjin's fingers twitch at his side, useless, caught between the desire to reach out and touch and the desire to be good.

He begs - whines and whimpers of your names mixed with "please" over and over and over - but he's not even sure what for. For more? For less? For the two of you to give him everything? For you to take it away? He's not sure, just sure that he's babbling and pleading, hiccuping little sobs torn out between sounds.

His voice gets louder when Jeongin finally gets bored of the slow ride, when playing with Hyunjin wasn't enough to satisfy the heat curling in his own belly. Hyunjin drools as he watches Jeongin's own cock bounce against his stomach, leaking and so big. Hyunjin clenches around nothing, cock twitching, at the idea of taking Jeongin inside of him. He's not even sure he could fit something like that inside of him, but he'd be damned if he didn't try if he was given the chance.

"Hey, I'm here too, you know," you say from behind him, snapping Hyunjin out of his fantasies, "Does it feel good? Is Jeonginnie making his hyung feel good?"

"Yeah, yeah, it feels good," Hyunjin slurs, words thick with arousal, "Innie's makin' me feel-hngh-feel so good. Thank you, thank you, thank you-"

Jeongin groans as Hyunjin babbles up at him tearily, mouth open as he moans between words. The room is so hot, the air thick with sweat and sex and need, and you can tell Jeongin's getting close. You open your mouth to say something-

Knock knock knock!

The sound is quickly followed by Jeongin's phone buzzing twice from the desk - the only people who can push through his do not disturb his hyungs and you - and you laugh lowly behind Hyunjin as Jeongin rolls his eyes, hips slowing down again. The knocking comes from the wall across the way from the bed, where you know Chan and Changbin's room is. Normally, no one is the wiser to what the two of you are getting up to, masters of sneaking around the others at this point (or being just quiet enough that they play the noises off as something else), but with one (1) Hwang Hyunjin pressed between the two of you, you have a new factor to worry about. 

You open your mouth to say something, to tell him to be good and quiet down, but Jeongin's faster and knows something you don't, having felt the way Hyunjin's cock jolted inside of him at the sound on the wall.

"You like that they can hear you, don't you, hyung?" he says, followed by his hips picking up speed again, "Like that Channie-hyung and Changbin-hyung know just how much of a slut you're being for us."

Another loud keen pulls out of Hyunjin's mouth, to which he slaps a hand over his mouth, trying to muffle the sound.

"We can't have that," you tell him, grabbing his wrist and guiding his hand back down to the sheets, "Sing for us, pretty boy. Put on a show for Channie and Binnie, we know you want to."

When Hyunjin lets out a wet little "no!" at your statement, Jeongin slows down again, grabbing Hyunjin's chin so he has to look up at him.

"Color, hyung?" Jeongin says, sitting fully still on Hyunjin's lap now as he studies his face.

From behind, you can see through his hair the way that the tips of Hyunjin's ears go bright red, and can feel the way he swallows thickly against you. He shivers and takes just a little too long to answer, so you press again.

"Baby, we can't continue if you don't give us your color," you tell him softly, the softest your voice has been with him in a while, "We need to know if you're uncomfortable. If you want to stop-"

"No, please!" Hyunjin blurts out, wide eyes looking up at Jeongin frantically, "I'm…I'm green, green, please don't stop!"

You can tell he's embarrassed by his answer by the way that Jeongin grins down at him, clearly amused by his answer. Hyunjin tries to shrink backwards, but you're there behind him, and there's nowhere for him to escape to. His face is flushed a brilliant scarlet, and his head has fallen backwards onto your shoulder so he can stare up at the ceiling at not at either of you. He's so embarrassed he thinks he could cry. He thinks he probably will.

"You have such a pretty voice on stage," you murmur softly, mouthing lightly at his neck, careful not to bite down or leave any marks, "Can you sing for us now?"

"And for the hyungs on the other side of the wall," Jeongin reminds him, hips finding an even faster pace than before that punches a few moans out of him, too, "Give them a show."

It's the last coherent thing he says before he starts to ride Hyunjin impossibly fast, aiming to pull the most obscene sounds he can out of the man. You would almost laugh at the concentration on Jeongin's face if Hyunjin wasn't absolutely losing it in your lap. Broken little moans, pitchy sounds that they can likely hear on the other side of the wall, wails that they certainly can. His hand flails outwards, needing something to ground him, and you grab his hand, lacing your fingers through his. The angle is awkward, but he squeezes you like a lifeline anyways, babbling a few "thank you"s to you before Jeongin rolls his hips just right and he loses his ability to form coherent words again.

He tilts his head, eyes hazy, and fixes you with a needy look. There's tear tracks staining his flushed cheeks, drool drying to his chin, and spit coating his lips like gloss. You don't know what he's asking for, can't tell, when the only sounds he can manage to get out are sobs and moans, and the sobbing gets louder as he looks up at you pleadingly.

"Kiss him," Jeongin demands, voice thin as he tries to steady it while he rides, "He's earned a reward, duh-don't you think-kuh!"

He mumbles out a little "shit" as he watches you do just as he asks, tilting your head down to meet Hyunjin's lips. It's messy, Hyunjin's mouth permanently open as Jeongin clenches around him, using Hyunjin for his own pleasure. It's all spit and clacking teeth and broad sweeps of the tongue, but you wouldn't have it any other way. You try to swallow some of his sounds, but even muffled by the press of your lips, Hyunjin is loud. There's no denying what's happening in here anymore, and you won't be able to look Chan or Changbin in the eye for the next few days after this, but it's worth it when you pull away and see your boyfriend, chest glistening with sweat, fucked out on his bandmate's cock.

You can tell Jeongin's trying to act unaffected, but it's written all over his face just how good it feels. His eyelids flutter every time he angles his hips down just right and presses Hyunjin's cock against his prostate, and his cock is leaking so much that there's a puddle of precum forming on Hyunjin's stomach, dripping down onto the sheets. His arms shake as he holds himself up, leaning back to get a better angle. He's chasing his own pleasure now, pent up from being denied his second orgasm for so long, silver bangs glued to his forehead with sweat and lip bitten raw from trying to hold back the sounds that threaten to spill out of his mouth. 

"I-I'm going to-hngh-gonna come on this fucking cock, and w-when I do, you can-ahn!-you can cuh-come," Jeongin grits out, words hard when your prostate is being nailed with every thrust, "G-got it, slut?"

"Got it got it, I got it," Hyunjin says, eyes rolled back into his head as Jeongin focuses on making himself come, "Thank you Innie-yah, thank you, feels so good, feels so-"

He cries out and loses track of his sentence, too far gone to care to try and remember what he was trying to say. You wonder if he even knew he was speaking at all, so fucked out that you think this second orgasm really might kill him like he said it would.

"Yeah? You gonna fill him up?" you say, locking eyes with Jeongin as you speak, "Make him nice and full, fill up your dongsaeng until it takes? Until it's leaking out of him?"

Both of them moan in unison at that, Jeongin trying to glare at you for riling him up further, but a glare doesn't quite land when you're moaning from the cock in your ass and frantically chasing your orgasm. You can tell they're both close, and you open your mouth to tease further, but-

Knock knock knock!

Bzzt! Bzzt!

Two things happen at once - Jeongin's back arches and he comes all over Hyunjin, covering his chest and stomach with his release, and Hyunjin screams, the loudest sound he's made all night.

"Call out for them as you come," you say, knowing Jeongin gets overstimulated fast and Hyunjin needs to come now, "Call out for your hyungs as you come."

Hyunjin cries out your name in surprise, wide eyes straining to blink up at you, but your hand finds his throat again - no pressure, just there - and he has no choice but to follow your orders.

"Channie-hyung, Bin-hyung, hyung hyung hyung-"

And then he's coming too, hips finally bucking off the bed once, twice, as he fills Jeongin up. Both you and Jeongin watch him with gaping mouths as he arches and comes. It feels like you've got an angel pinned between you, Hyunjin looking ethereal under the low lights with his kiss-swollen lips parted and his eyes rolled back into his head. 

Once he rides out his high he fully collapses back into you, taking deep, heaving breaths through his mouth. Jeongin slides off of his cock carefully, both of them hissing from sensitivity, and you snort as Jeongin wobbles off to the bathroom on unsteady legs. He flips you off over his shoulder, ears pink, and you just giggle into Hyunjin's hair.

"What's so funny?" Hyunjin slurs, clearly still out of it, head finding your shoulder again so he can peer at you through hazy eyes.

"Nothing, baby," you coo, pressing a kiss to Hyunjin's forehead, "How are you feeling?"

He thinks for a moment, blinking up at you emptily, then hums, "Good. 'nd tired. Don't wan' to ever move again."

You laugh at that, nodding, "Me neither, baby. We can let Jeongin do all the work, hmm?"

Jeongin comes back in with a damp washcloth as you say that, rolling his eyes, "I was the one with a cock in my ass a few seconds ago, but whatever. That's fine, make me do all the work."

He wipes Hyunjin off carefully, reverently, gently scrubbing at the remains of your dried release that still clings to his face. Hyunjin makes a sleepy, content sound once he's clean, and once Jeongin wipes himself off, you motion for him to switch places with you.

"I need to clean off, too," you murmur and Jeongin nods, a sleepiness settling in his bones now, too, "He can stay tonight, but we'll have to wake up early then."

"Hyung already knows what we were up to," Jeongin whines, but concedes anyways, "...I'll set an alarm."

"Set three, you and Hyunjin are both snoozers," you call over your shoulder, and he grumbles, settling onto the bed with Hyunjin and his phone in his hand, "Or maybe five. Thanks, jagiya!"

You catch a glance of yourself in the bathroom mirror and a very dishevelled you blinks back. There's an imprint of teeth on your shoulder that are already blooming a brilliant red, and marks littered across your body that are varying shades of purples and reds. You press into the one over your pulse point and hiss quietly. That one will certainly not be easy to cover, and you're sure the two of you are going to get a lot of shit tomorrow from the rest of the band. Usually, Jeongin keeps it below the collar ("so the hyungs don't think I'm a slut", in his words), but you think that having Hyunjin here tonight made him just a little more feral.

You wash your face and brush your teeth, stretching as you stroll back into the room. 

You smile softly at the sight in front of you - Hyunjin, curled into Jeongin's chest, fast asleep. A glance up at your boyfriend's face shows that he's already conked out too, mouth open and head tilted back. You press a kiss to his forehead and click off the lamp, slipping into the sheets with them. You'll worry about how awkward things are going to be in the morning. For now, you let the sweet lull of sleep overtake you, too, curled up next to your boyfriend and his bandmate. You fall asleep to the quiet sounds of their snoring, echoing in the little hotel room.

i hope you enjoyed! likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated <3

ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ < ʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ > ʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛᴡᴏ

ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ: @niku0704 , @seodwae , @changbin-lover , @yessirfelix

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Obnoxious concert post below!!!! If you just want my yee old regular content you can skip this one :)

First of all, the setlist?????? Don't even talk to me. I never thought I would see Hellevator or Slash live. Especially in the big 26??? And After You is already one of my favorite Stray Kids songs, and it's not even technically released yet. No one does it like Stray Kids <3

Pictures and one video below :)) Please ignore my screaming in the video. I was maybe losing my mind...Stray Kids does that to a guy alright???

My absolute favorite photos I got:

I'm officially a 2min bias. What the hell Lee Minho I love you so bad.

Blurry photo of Lee Minho smiling so big and giant while he was performing because I love how happy they are on stage!!!!!!

Smiling photo again :((( he's so cute and baby even with his absolutely insane new hair and shirts that fit him just a little too well. He could not stop smiling between songs it made me so happy!!

Do I even need to explain this one. Look at this silly guy!!!!!

Kim Seungmin looking like an actual angel <3

Blurry Seungmin being absolutely silly mid-song. Love him oh my god.

Anyways back to my regular posting I just thought I would share a little bit because while I don't love taking pictures/videos during concerts, I did take a few this time around!!!! I'm shocked any photo came out not blurry actually because of how much I was jumping and screaming. I also abandoned my camera on the encore (Side Effects encore so incredible I was no thoughts head empty jaw dropped and jumping the whole time anyways) so no encore photos </3 Kim Seungmin literally sat at the corner of the stage near my section for a full song and I was too busy staring at him and singing to even consider taking a photo my bad gang 😔

Thank you all for letting me making a silly concert post <333 Actual fanfiction soon I promise. Bye, lovelies!!!

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YIPPEEE HI DAISY!!! IM GLAD YOURE BACK AGAIN >w< SO EXCITED FOR NEW SERIES AND I WANNA KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS ON THE NEW COMEBACK !!

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Hello lovely!!! I missed you, I'm glad to be back too <3

The new comeback is my favorite yet. I don't know if you've seen spoilers from the tour clips but the videos they played throughout made me love it even more!! Also a proper horror aesthetic (something I've never really seen a group pull of like they are right now) is right up my alley!!! It feels so artsy and like they're actually really involved in it/having fun with it. They're all such amazing artists in so many different ways so I really love when they get to show off a little bit. It also feels a little more vulnerable which makes me appreciate them even more. I love the amount of honesty that they put into their work!!!!!

Also they all just look scrum-diddly-umptious in the photos,,,Minho oreo hair I wish you were real and that they kept you 🙏 I dream of you every day and night 🙏🙏🙏 And whatever they put in Han Jisung's water that day they took the truck photos,,,,I need it in my water STAT. He is the most gorgeous ethereal person on the planet what the hell!!!!!! I don't think I've ever had a profile photo that wasn't Kim Seungmin but I fear Han Jisung took the cake for me.

Plus all of the music spoilers have been so so good!! I'm already obsessed with After You and I Do. After You really strikes a chord with me (I love a song with emotion that you can still jump to!!!!) so I'm really, really excited to hear the rest of the album.

I also just love everything they do so maybeee I'm biased. 99% sure they could pump out some absolute slop and I'd still fuck with it but!! I don't care I will openly express my love for this new comeback with my whole chest. I'm so excited for it, especially because Stay Week is going on!!!! They've been feeding us too well.

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Hello everyone am I allowed to obnoxiously post concert pictures/videos on this account. Would anyone be mad if I did.....becauseRun It day 1 was amazing but day 2 destroyed me. Chemically changed me if you will. Obviously the fansites and the people with the nice bougie phones took better photos than me but I want to post them SOMEWHERE and I know that you guys like Stray Kids (I hope so at least. Confused on why you're here otherwise...)

TLDR; can i post stuff from the Run It Tour or are you all going to kill me for posting something non-fanfiction

(in other news chapter one of round robin is currently sitting at 8.0K words <3 with probably somewhere from 2K-5K left depending on how much more I think fits with the story. So expect that soon!!!)

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not even a real post I'm just crashing out about these three. all of them have new hair....and all of them were SHOWING OFF today what the hell. Kim Seungmin full chest, Innie in a tiny white cropped tank top, Chan with a backless shirt that was also unbuttoned??? it's not even a shirt at that point?????? what the hell is wrong with them

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round robin [nsfw]

Summary: You and your boyfriend Jeongin hook up with (read: dominate) every member of Stray Kids. That's it. That's the fic.

Warnings: dom!jeongin, dom!reader, explicit sexual content, swearing

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Perhaps one of my more insane fic ideas to date. There will be seven chapters in this one (plus some, if I'm feeling fun) for each member. I think there's something special to innocent baby Jeongin going round robin with his hyungs, and why not throw in a reader to the mix? I hope you all like it <3

⋆note: this is just a masterlist, not the actual fics!⋆

ʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ - ʜᴡᴀɴɢ ʜʏᴜɴᴊɪɴ (ꜱɪɴɢ, ᴍᴏᴄᴋɪɴɢʙɪʀᴅ, ꜱɪɴɢ!)

ʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛᴡᴏ - ꜱᴇᴏ ᴄʜᴀɴɢʙɪɴ (ʙᴏᴜɴᴄᴇ ʙᴏᴜɴᴄᴇ, ʙᴜɴɴʏ!)

ʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ - ʟᴇᴇ ꜰᴇʟɪx (ꜱɪʟᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱɪɴ)

ʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ꜰᴏᴜʀ - ʟᴇᴇ ᴍɪɴʜᴏ (ꜰʀᴀᴄᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ ɢʟᴀꜱꜱ)

ʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ꜰɪᴠᴇ - ʜᴀɴ ᴊɪꜱᴜɴɢ (ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅ ꜱᴄʀᴀᴛᴄʜ)

ʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ꜱɪx - ᴋɪᴍ ꜱᴇᴜɴɢᴍɪɴ (ɢᴜɪʟᴛ ᴛᴀꜱᴛᴇꜱ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛᴇꜱᴛ (ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴅʀᴀɴᴋ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ))

ʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴ - ʙᴀɴɢ ᴄʜᴀɴ (ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ɪꜱ ᴀ ꜱɪɴ (ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪꜱ ᴡʜʏ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀ ɴᴇᴇᴅ))

ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴇᴅ ᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇ, ᴘᴇᴛᴀʟ ♡

use #daisy's round robin to navigate!

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New series teaser drops tonight....be on the lookout.....👀

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Letting everyone know that things will be cooking SOON...new teasers and song + done with work for the summer = time to write 🙏 This is given that my summer classes that start on Monday don't give me an insane amount of shit but I really don't think they will? I'll keep you all updated!! Just know that I'm hoping to get back to semi-frequent posting soon!!

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In Defense of My Overgrown Garden [NSFW]

Summary: an anthology of Jisung not knowing what to do with his feelings for you and Minho.

Warnings: han jisung is whipped, but so are you and minho so it's okay, switch!jisung, sub!minho, dom!reader, penetration (minho!receiving), hyung kink, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, swearing

w.c.: 15.0K

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This fic appeared out of nowhere. I had other fics I wanted to work on, and yet here we are…inspiration struck, and too many words later, this fic spouted out from under my fingers. Very strongly just Minsung at the start (I promise reader joins eventually!!!! I just love me some exposition). Angsty with a happy ending (it gets happy eventually I swear), because I like my Minsung with a side of unrequited (but not actually unrequited) love. I haven't been able to write recently so I'm sorry if this is a bit rusty!!!! Thank you all for supporting me still despite me not writing for a while, it really means a lot <3

(p.s. this is not even a little bit proofread at all,,,we're freeballing it tonight I'm sleepy and I want to post this right now, not tomorrow so please excuse any grammar errors I promise I tried)

It starts small.

A seed, planted deep in his chest. A nagging feeling, more like an itch than anything else. It flares when Minho's around. Jisung thinks nothing of it, thinks that it's just another manifestation of the fondness he feels around his hyung. He's known Minho was special to him since day one, after all. He could feel it in his bones that, no matter how his career went, no matter whether they made the group or not, that he and Minho's fates were intertwined.

It might just be because Jisung's a hopeless romantic, the kind of guy who apologizes when he breaks a tree branch or stops to smell the air just before the rain falls because it reminds him of home. He knows what it's like to believe in some sort of thing bigger than himself, because he likes that idea that this life he was given was with purpose. That his place next to Minho had a rhyme and a reason, woven into the very fabric of the universe.

So he ignores the itch at first. Let's the dull throb of…whatever tug at his chest when Minho gets that big smile on his face, ignores the twisting feeling when his laughter breaks through the fog in Jisung's head and reminds him that he's still alive. 

The hardest part is that it doesn't blossom overnight. There's no fireworks, no explosions, no grand sign from the universe that something is shifting.

It's a subtle feeling that grows over the years. Everything about Minho is water on the soil - his laugh, his smile, his energy, the way his fingers find Jisung's when he needs it the most - and slowly, something starts to flower in his heart. It's a single blossom, weak against the wind and the weather, and Jisung almost laughs when he realizes what's growing.

It should be obvious, because Minho's his sun. His guiding force, the person he writes songs about, the person he turns to when he needs to remember what it feels like to breathe the fresh summer air. Because that's what Minho is - a breath of fresh air, nestled between the cracks of Seoul's concrete jungle. A warm ray of sunshine on his skin when the cloud over his head makes everything dark and cold. He finds a fond smile tugging across his face when Stay makes comments about how "every Han Jisung girl has a Minho girl on her side", because he hopes it's true. Hopes dearly that everyone out there has their Minho, the person who they know they can rely on. 

So the flower blooms bigger and bigger, until Jisung wakes one morning with warmth on his cheek and a blossom filling his chest. He presses his fingers to the skin there, feels the beat of his heart, feels the rise and fall of his chest as he calms his breathing. Feels the way the petals curl inside of him, reaching for something he knows he can't have.

What a fool I would be to let that grow, he thinks, and crushes it under his heel. The stem is frail, and the petals dye the sole of his shoe a brilliant red, but wear will fade the color in time. He holds his head high and lets the feeling fade, lets the crushed remains of the flower sink into the hole in his chest and pretends it's fine. Because it is. Sure, maybe his songs are a little sadder, maybe the bridge takes a minor key, but the songs are good, so it's worth it. The emptiness is filled only with fuel, and he fills the space with creativity, because it's all he knows how to do. He writes, he dances, he sings, and he produces until there's no space left for anything to grow anymore.

…the unfortunate thing about a crushed flower, though, is that it's surprisingly resilient. Its seeds spread the second its guts are splayed across the floor, life blooming straight from the jaws of death. They grow in the cracks of a sidewalk, pressing through layers of asphalt and concrete, a reminder that life always triumphs. Jisung thinks it's poetic, the kind of thing that he would pen a love song about, if not for the fact that it's happening in his own chest. He feels like a sidewalk, split open, a crack deepening further and further inside of him and letting things slip through when they're supposed to be buried.

The breaking point is silly, really, because it's not really a breaking point at all. 

They're filming for a CODE episode, the kind of thing where the day stretches on and on like a yawning cavern and somehow they only manage to get maybe an hour of usable content. Mostly the fault of Seungmin and Changbin today, the latter of which can't help but give in to the younger's whims, causing chaos the whole filming session. Jisung has money on the two of them being together under wraps against Felix, who is convinced that Changbin and Hyunjin are hooking up instead. Watching the two of them now solidifies Jisung's bet, because you'd have to be an oblivious idiot to miss the way that Seungmin melts when Changbin grabs him, manhandling him into his lap to "subdue the puppy" (or so he says. Jisung thinks it's to hide the half-chub he surely must be spouting after his potentially-secret boyfriend has been teasing him all day). 

The theme for today is romance, so he's sure that at least some of the footage of the two messing around will make it into the video, but it doesn't make him any less crazy. There's pink flower blossoms draped across the room, roses in pretty vases on corner tables, and a bunch of "romance games" for them to play. The lengths the company thinks they have to go for fanservice is crazy, Jisung thinks, when Changbin and Seungmin are right there, already giving them what they want. He knows the internet thinks he and Minho are the same, but Jisung just thinks that they're being the same as they've always been.

When staff finally gets everyone wrangled together enough to actually play another game, Jisung settles in across from Minho on the floor. They're guided to sit in a circle, the cameras getting rearranged so that everyone's face is in at least one shot, and he starts making faces at Jeongin (who's next to Minho) just to get a rise out of him. Jeongin's nose scrunches cutely, faux disdain written across his face, and Jisung giggles to himself, pleased. It's the little things, the little joys he gives to his members, that gets him through long days like this.

He only half-listens to staff instructions - the advantage of being the silly one is that he can mess up the rules and it looks like it's on purpose - until they're placing a pretty glass bottle in the center of the circle, and Jisung blinks. 

"I feel like a teenager again," Chan waxes sarcastically, eyes gleaming, "Do people even actually play spin the bottle?"

"Well, you were a teenager a really long time ago," Seungmin butts in, giving Chan a cheshire grin when he squawks indignantly, "Channie-hyung is so old, it only makes sense that his memory's going. I didn't realize dinosaurs even knew what spin the bottle is!"

"Kim Seungmin, be nice to your hyung!" Chan exclaims, and then points a finger at him, "That's it, it's decided! You go first."

Seungmin grumbles as Jeongin points and laughs, cackling at his misery.

He's not laughing for long, because Seungmin's spinning the bottle, and horror washes over his face when the top of the bottle slows to a stop on him. 

Are they really going to kiss on camera? Jisung wonders idly, wishing he had paid just a bit more attention earlier, that's wild, even for the company.

Jeongin is passed a box of Pepero, which he takes begrudgingly, and it clicks into place in Jisung's head that they're playing some hybrid of the two games. Thank god Chan hadn't volunteered him to go first.

Jeongin takes the bread part into his mouth and refuses to make eye contact with Seungmin as he leans in. The two of them are terrible sports, and Seungmin gets nowhere near Jeongin's lips before they're both pulling away, stiff and awkward. 

It's decided that everyone will go at least once, and Jisung realizes with a pout that he's going last, which means he's just going to sit here and watch everyone else almost kiss while his anxiety crawls up up up until he's practically shaking when it's his turn. Minho sends him a worried look, and Jisung hopes the smile he shoots him back is blinding and bright and not as strained and forced as it feels. 

Jisung is fine as the game goes on, enjoying watching the way his friends push and tease each other. When it's Minho's turn, though, something shifts in Jisung. His fingers itch to reach out and stop the bottle so that it lands on him, jolting at his side as the bottle spins and spins. He could play it off easily as a bit, knows that an exaggerated pout and a lot of whining can go a long way for him, but he stops himself. Why on Earth does he care who Minho plays with? It's just a game, a stupid childish one at that, so it shouldn't matter. Doesn't matter, he thinks, correcting his inner monologue. It doesn't matter at all.

Which is why there definitely isn't something bitter settling in Jisung's chest when the bottle lands on a too eager Chan, who's always just a little too touchy with Minho in the first place.

Jisung shakes himself out of it again. Chan is just as touchy with him, too, and Jisung revels in it. It doesn't matter, doesn't matter, doesn't matter-

Which is why his heart definitely doesn't drop to his ass when Chan and Minho's lips brush. It's a barely there touch, the moment lasting for barely a breath, but Jisung catches the way all the cameras zoom in, hears the way that everyone else oohs and aahs at them, poking fun. It's what Jisung should be doing. He realizes that he's probably been oddly quiet this episode, which would explain the worried look Minho sent him earlier, but he doesn't care. Not when there's a faint pink to Minho's ears, not when there's a bashful smile tugging at his lips, not when Chan looks so self-satisfied that Jisung thinks he might just rip his head off.

Woah. He needs to take a breath. Needs to get his shit together before the cameras catch him fuming, before Jisung does something stupid and loses his job forever. He really likes this job, after all.

He doesn't even realize they've made it to his turn, too focused on counting his breathing until it's steady and laughing when cued by the laughter of his members to realize they've made it through everyone else's turn. Everything is Minho Minho Minho, his heart thumping to the rhythm of his name on Jisung's tongue, and he blinks, wide-eyed, when Seungmin nudges him.

"Are you going to spin the bottle, or are you going to keep gawking at nothing?" He prompts, mean little puppy smile not quite reaching his eyes.

Seungmin's fingers brush his thigh, squeezing once, a grounding thing he does when he's worried but doesn't want to say it. The cameras will catch it as a tease, another thing to prod at Jisung, but he knows it's not. His feelings must be written all across his face for Seungmin, who often gets lost in his character when filming, to catch that Jisung is off.

"I'm going, I'm going," he huffs, leaning forward to reach for the bottle, "I was just thinking."

"There's a first time for everything," Changbin says, laughing when Jisung picks up the bottle and mimes hitting him with it, "Yah, alright, I'm sorry, hyung's sorry. Just spin the bottle already, huh?"

"Fine." Jisung says with a pout, slipping easily into his screen character, because he has to, or else he's going to lose it.

He makes eye contact with Minho as he spins the bottle, and there's…something, there. Jisung can't read it, but there's something. Concern, maybe? Minho can read Jisung even on his worst days, when Jisung is a closed book that refuses to open, so surely that must be it. Jisung leans back and lets the bottle spin, muttering some nonsense to fill the space because he has to be the funny one, has to be normal, has to be-

A hand reaches for the bottle and stops it. 

Jisung looks up, and Minho's looking down at his hand holding the bottle, almost like he can't believe it himself. Like the impulse that Jisung felt earlier had been passed on to him tenfold, so strong that even formidable Lee Minho couldn't control it. Jisung watches in real time the shift into character, the way Minho's face slips into something more playful, the way his little bunny teeth peek out as he grins coyishly at Jisung.

"C'mon Jisungie, don't you want to play with hyung?" Minho teases, grin stretching impossibly wider, "Hyung promises he's not up to something."

"We definitely believe you when you say it like that." Jeongin murmurs, and Felix giggles at the way Minho fakes innocence, blinking up at them through his lashes.

"I'm completely innocent," Minho says, amusement laced in his tone, "No one has ever been more innocent than me."

Someone passes Minho the Pepero box, and Jisung's vision tunnels. The blossom is there again, he can feel the roots wiggling through the concrete slats and reaching towards the sun. His fingers reach to rip it out, to yank until the flower crumples under his grasp, but then Minho is waggling his eyebrows with the Pepero between his teeth and Jisung is drifting across the circle like a moth to a flame. It's embarrassing, and he hopes the cameras miss the way his whole face softens as he gets closer to Minho.

"Those two." He hears someone say exasperatedly (Chan? Felix?), but he can't focus on them.

Minho grins around the Pepero, the candy held delicately between his teeth, and Jisung starts to bite. It's easy, and Jisung is comfortable with Minho, so he presses into his space without a second thought. One of his hands comes to cradle Minho's head, toying with the hair at the base of his neck. The other slips to his shoulder, steadying himself. He's so close now. Just a little more and I'll pull away, at least, that's what he tells himself, but it seems Minho has different plans. Because just as Jisung gets near the end of the chocolate, just when he's about to pull away, Minho's hands drift upwards, too quick for Jisung to catch until it's too late.

Minho presses his fingers into Jisung's side harshly, and Jisung, stupid stupid Jisung, falls forward in surprise.

The result is so much worse than a usual Pepero "kiss", because that's just the barest brush of feeling. This is a real kiss, the contact solid and full. Jisung's lips on Minho's, and Minho's lips on Jisung's. 

It's like he's hit with a rainstorm. It's no longer just a flower in his chest, it's a full bush, bristles and thorns and brambles tearing through his fragile heart as they explode inside of him. He pulls back with a gasp, and he realizes that there's no Pepero even left at all. He doesn't even know if he ate it, if Minho ate it, if maybe it's somewhere on the floor with the pieces of his heart.

"Minho-hyung," he wails instead, trying to hide the way that he surely must be bright red, "You cheater! That's against the rules, you pabo."

Jisung puts on his best pout and prays. Prays that they cut this part out, prays that the kiss was an accident, prays that the way that Minho's fingers are still loosely around his hips doesn't mean anything at all. He prays and prays and prays and the garden in his chest grows and grows and grows. 

He tells himself he'll cut it short again. Tells himself that he'll prune it eventually, because he knows Minho didn't mean it. Knows deep in his heart that his fate may be intertwined with Minho's, but it's not like that. 

It's only further reinforced that his garden must go when you show up.

It's late when Minho comes to his door. It's been years now, of moving and living around each other, and Jisung is endlessly grateful to have ended up paired up with Minho in their current dorms. He's never craved a space for himself - the silence of an empty house far worse than having to share his life with someone - and the duo dorm situation was made even better by the fact that he gets to live with his Minho hyung.

It's not abnormal for Minho to come by his room at night, to crawl into his bed and grab Jisung and hold him close, so close that Jisung's little garden grows a little bigger under the warmth of its Minho-shaped sun. What is abnormal is that fact that he knocked, a hesitant sound, like he's not even sure if he wants to come in himself.

"...yeah?" Jisung calls out, disbelief catching in his tone.

"Can I…can I come in?" Minho's voice echoes, muffled through the door.

"Obviously?" Jisung calls back, "When are you ever not allowed to come in?"

Jisung doesn't miss the way that hurt seeps into his own tone, making him feel immature. He has no right to be mad at Minho for not just barging in (honestly, he should be grateful that Minho's developed the sense to warn him before coming in) but it makes something weird settle in his gut. What could possibly be wrong that Minho is knocking, especially at this hour?

"Okay."

It takes a little too long for Minho to open the door, and Jisung studies him from his bed, curious. The low light of his lamp casts shadows across Minho's face, makes the sharp angles of his face even sharper, accentuates just how handsome Minho is, barefaced and soft. 

Minho pads over quietly, settles into the sheets next to Jisung. Instead of laying down like normal, he stays sitting, feet dangling over the edge of the bed. Alarms ring again in Jisung's head, but he keeps quiet, lets Minho move at his own pace. He knows his hyung is like a cat, easily startled and spooked away from opening up. Jisung isn't patient about many things, but if the roots in his chest are any indication, Jisung is endlessly patient about Minho.

"...I've started talking to someone."

Jisung blinks. Blinks again. Mulls the words over in his head. Nothing clicks. Why should Jisung care if Minho made a new friend? Why was Minho being weird, when he was doing such a normal thing?

"I'm not your keeper, hyung, you don't have to tell me every time you talk to someone new," Jisung says, wiggling up to sit next to Minho, pressing his thigh lightly to his hyung's, "Not that I mind you telling me! I'm glad you trust me with your everyday life, hyung. But seriously, I think it'd be weird if I cared who you talk to, huh?"

Minho flinches and curls in on himself, swallowing hard. Jisung wants to lean in and bite his Adam's apple, wants to curl himself around Minho until they fuse into one.

"No, Jisung, you don't get it," Minho says again, firmer this time, "I started talking to someone."

And just as quickly as Jisung felt the warmth of the sun, it's stolen away from him in a breath. 

He thinks he's drowning. And floating. And doing nothing and everything all at once. The feeling that sweeps him is overwhelming in its force, a tsunami and an earthquake and a tornado and everything everything everything until Jisung is nothing but dust in the wind.

"...oh." He responds lamely, because he doesn't know how else to respond, without opening the garden gates to Minho.

"Oh? That's all you have to say?" Minho teases, though Jisung can hear the vulnerability behind it, "No 'I'm happy for you hyung'? No 'who is it, hyung'? C'mon jagiya, I expected better from you."

"I'm happy for you, hyung," Jisung grits out, robotic, still spinning-drowning-floating, "Who is it?"

Minho says your name, and Jisung parrots it, feels the weight of it on his tongue. He wonders in that moment if he can ever meet someone with your name again without the bitter taste of bile filling his mouth like it is right now. Wonders if Minho can read the sourness on his face, if he can taste it in his words.

Minho opens up easily, like he can't feel the way that Jisung's gone stiff next to him. He tells Jisung how you met (in the cat cafe Minho's been wanting to go to), how you're just the sweetest, how you remember the little things without Minho even having to say a word. How you read him so easily, how everything is so easy around you, how he's sure that Jisung would love you. 

The brambles in his chest get sharper, meaner, a blooming red warmth bleeding into Jisung's chest. He's going to throw up and cry and scream all at once as he watches Minho's face get soft and shy, talking about how he's going to ask you out soon.

"Sungie, how would you want to be asked out?" Minho asks, sincerity in his voice, pretty eyes glistening in the low light as he turns to look up at Jisung.

Jisung thinks for a moment, lets himself dream. Imagines him and Minho, somewhere warm, somwhere comfortable. Curled up in the comfort of Minho's bed, a Ghibli movie that Jisung insisted on watching playing on his computer in front of them. Fingers loosely tangled under the blanket, skin pressed to exposed skin like a secret. Minho's voice, soft and nervous, telling Jisung he wants to ask him something. The music building in the background as Minho leans close, tells him he loves him-

"I'd want it to be personal," Jisung admits, voice sounding just as broken as he feels, "Somewhere where we both feel safe. Curled up in your bed, or under the stars, or tucked away in some private little place where it feels like it's just us. And then I'd just want you to be honest. Tell me straight up how you feel, seal the deal with a kiss, you know, the whole nine yards."

Minho watches him with the kind of scrutinty that makes Jisung shrink. Why does he feel like he's the one under the microscope, when he should be grilling Minho about his mystery talking stage? Why does it feel like that answer wasn't what Minho wanted?

"You really don't care? That I'm talking to someone?" Minho asks, quiet, lip catching between his teeth in a way that makes Jisung want to lean forward and soothe the skin with his tongue.

"Why would I, hyung?" Jisung chokes out, vines and thorns filling his lungs, "I want you to be happy. If they make you happy, then I'm happy."

His mouth tastes like copper and bile, and for some reason his little garden just keeps to grow. He shouldn't want Minho anymore - he can't want Minho anymore - and yet that feeling continues to grow. He still leans towards his sun, because he can't help himself, and he craves whatever warmth he can get.

He meets you for the first time and it just makes the space in his chest fill even more.

Because you are perfect for Minho. You know how to match his witty sarcasm, you don't let his digs get to you, you tease him back so easily that Jisung wonders how there ever was in Minho before you. The two of you are made for each other, your own fates woven together in the universe just as Minho's and Jisung's, and Jisung doesn't even have it in him to feel jealousy.

The worst part is that you're endlessly sweet to him, too.

"Jisung, right? I've heard so much about you," you had told him, bringing him into a hug like it was only natural, "You're the soulmate, yeah?"

And it's just so easy from there on out. Minho had been right that night, because Jisung did love you. It was begrudgingly at first - Jisung didn't want to like you, not when you stole his Minho away from him - but soon something else began to grow in his chest, another delicate flower, the kind that has to strain just to catch the sunlight. But it leans around the overgrowth in his heart somehow, gets just enough sun to push through the weeds and the thorns. 

People started asking Jisung where you and Minho were, because they assumed he would just know. It had always been Minho and Jisung, and somehow now it had become Minho and Jisung and you overnight. He always felt bad that he was around all the time, but the two of you were almost insistent that he comes along to things. Howl's is re-running in the theater downtown? You already got three tickets for Friday night without even asking if he's free. The cat cafe is doing a crossover deal with the boba store next door? Minho's waking him up at an ungodly hour in the morning and telling him to get dressed and get ready to go, loser. Minho wants feedback on choreography? You and Jisung are holed up with him in a practice room until the sun's peeking over the horizon, despite the fact that Minho should really be asking Hyunjin or Felix these questions, not the two of you. Amongst all of it, Minho still calls him jagiya, like it's a completely normal thing to call your roommate in front of your partner. 

Jisung stopped calling him it back. 

The second flower becomes its own bush soon too. Jisung's given up on pruning the feelings in his heart, given up on trying to tame whatever desire curls in his chest because it's all forbidden anyways. He can't have Minho, he can't have you, but he can want. So he wants and wants and wants, until there's a whole ecosystem making home in his chest and his stomach. Butterflies swirl in his stomach, birds sing love songs in his ears, and the brambles close tighter and tighter around his heart.

Being between the two of you becomes habit, a new normal that Jisung wasn't prepared for. The two of you curl around him when you're watching a movie on the couch like it's second nature, like it's only natural that you're sandwiching your boyfriend's best friend between you on your date. Minho's breath is warm on the back of his neck, and you're splayed across Jisung's lap, toying with the string of his hoodie absentmindedly - really, how was he ever supposed to control his beating heart when the two of you just add fuel to the fire? Or water to the soil, he supposes, the vines curling tighter around his heart when you snort at something on screen and he feels it move through the three of you.

A second breaking point is reached when Chan, his sweet, perfect hyung, pulls him aside to talk one day in the studio.

"Dude, I'm so happy for you and Minho, but you guys need to be a little more…subtle," Chan tells him, refusing to let Jisung open his notebook until they've 'had a little talk', "Seriously, we can't keep cover for you guys anymore. Minho got caught with their tongue down his throat the other day in a dance studio, do you know how much paperwork I had to do after that? I'm so happy for you guys - really, I am! - but you guys literally have your own dorm to do…those kinds of things in."

"Like Seungmin and Changbin weren't down each other's throats yesterday after recording," Jisung deadpans, "And dude, what in the world are you talking about? Why are you talking to me about what they get up to?"

"Because you are their boyfriend?" Chan says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world, "And somehow you've managed to avoid getting caught by staff so. You must be doing something right, and I need you to get the other two to uhhhh…'lock in', I guess?"

Jisung blue screens, staring at Chan with his mouth wide open. His jaw might as well actually be on the floor. Pollen explodes in his chest, greedy flowers spreading more and more and more, and Jisung thinks he must be dreaming. 

Chan looks at him nervously, scratching at his neck, "Sorry, I should've worded that better, Sung-ah. But if your partners don't stop making out all over the god damn building, I'm going to start making you guys do all the paperwork."

"They're not- we're not-" Jisung stammers, looking at Chan with wide eyes, "Channie-hyung, what?"

Chan looks just as confused as Jisung feels. He squints at Jisung like he's the crazy one, like he's the one who just said that he's dating his best friend and said best friend's partner, not Chan. Chan's mouth works itself into a confused little line, and then Chan speaks slowly, like he's talking to a spooked beast.

"I'm asking the three of you to please stop being…so public about your guys' relationship," Chan says, trailing off like it's a question, not a statement, "...please? We are idols, after all."

"Hyung that's not- hyung, I'm not questioning you because of that." Jisung replies, still reeling.

"What else could you possibly be questioning?" Chan says, a confused laugh slipping out of his mouth, "Jisung-ah, are you okay?"

"Hyung, I'm not with them." 

Silence catches in the air, swells, fills the space until it's almost suffocating. It fills his lungs until he's taking quick little gasping breaths, just enough air to survive but not so much that it fills his lungs, puts pressure on the tangle of thorns buried in his chest. 

"...are you being serious?" Chan splits the silence in to, sliding his chair closer to Jisung so that he can press a hand to Jisung's arm, "You guys aren't- you arent…?"

Jisung shakes his head, tongue darting out to wet his lips, and Chan at least has the decency to look embarrassed.

"Shit, I'm sorry…I just thought…" He trails off, studying Jisung's face carefully, "It's okay if you don't want to talk about it, but when did you and Minho-yah…break up? Hyung's always here for you, you don't have to deal with this alone anymore."

Jisung can't stop the tears this time. They freefall down his cheeks, dig rivers into his skin, burning hot as they warm his face. He doesn't even know why he's crying, why he's so surprised that Chan thought he and Minho were together, why the fact that everyone thought so and it still wasn't true hurt so much more than these past months have. Chan is such a good hyung, pulling him closer without making him say a word. He cradles Jisung to his chest, lets Jisung cling to him like a second skin until his hoodie is covered in tears and snot, and carefully picks him up when Jisung's sobs start to become weak little hiccups instead. Brings them both to the couch and holds him impossibly close, lets Jisung shake in his arms and doesn't say a word. It's the softness that Jisung's been missing, that he hasn't been allowing himself to have from Minho, that breaks him. The little thread that's been holding him together, that's kept the jungle in his chest from swallowing him whole, snaps all together in the safety of Chan's embrace.

Because Chan is right. Some little part of Jisung knows that. He knows that it's Minho and Jisung and you, not Minho and you, and that it feels so right to him. He knows that if he were to butt out of your relationship, if he were to give the two of you space and withdraw, that you would both pull him right back in. It's not an unfair assumption for Chan to make, and that's what makes this so much worse.

"Minho-hyung and I were never together in the first place," Jisung murmurs into Chan's hoodie, once words are something he can access again, "I thought you all knew that."

Chan stays silent, letting Jisung fill the space, and Jisung's endlessly grateful for his perfect, patient hyung, who really had better things to do than comfort him right now. The world is on Chan's shoulders, and yet he still finds space for Jisung's love life problems to rest there, too. 

"I know we all joked about it a lot, about hyung and I," Jisung says, voice wobbling a bit as he continues, "But that's all it's ever been. Jokes. Minho-hyung came and talked to me about asking them out months ago, and that's as involved in their relationship as I've been."

He doesn't acknowledge the bitterness seeping through his tone, or the way that the two of you tote him around like he's your dog or something. Is that what he is to the two of you? A little parasite that the two of you can't help but love? Something they keep around out of pity, or maybe for your own sick amusement?

Chan butts in before Jisung can spiral too far, squeezing him a little tighter, "I'm sorry I assumed. I just…"

He pauses, rolls his tongue in his mouth, like he's not sure he's allowed to speak his mind. Jisung pulls back to peer up at him, and Chan's forehead is creased and his eyes are avoidant, like he's considering saying something he's not supposed to.

"It's okay hyung, I won't be offended by whatever you're going to say." Jisung tells him, even though he's definitely lying. He will be offended, or hurt, or embarrassed, or whatever Chan's worried about. He just won't do it in front of Chan.

Chan sends him a look, like he knows Jisung's a big fat liar, but continues on anyways, hesitance laced through his tone. 

"Minho said something…a year or so ago, I think, that made me think that the two of you were together, is all," Chan says, voice tight like he's spilling a secret, "And you're so…close to both of them. I'm probably not supposed to tell you this, but Felix has money on you being the one to ask both of them out."

"What was your money on, hyung-ah?" Jisung says, because his coping mechanism will always, always be humor, and there is something at least slightly amusing about watching the tips of Chan's ears go red and his eyes go a little wide.

"Jisung, I would never-"

"Hyung."

Chan's lip catches between his teeth and his eyes look anywhere but Jisung's. "...I had money on you asking Minho out."

Jisung cackles (can Chan tell it's a little hollow? He hopes not) and Chan has the decency to look a little embarrassed.

"Minho didn't make a move for years, I assumed you were the one who reached the breaking point and just told him!" Chan defended, frowning when Jisung starts to giggle, "Or wrote him a song and did some cheesy little guitar thing for him. We both know Minho's a bit of a secret romantic, and it's no secret that you are. Stop laughing at me, Han Jisung!"

Jisung can't. His giggles explode into real laughter, shaking him and Chan until he can't breathe. He can't breathe can't breathe can't breathe until the laughter turns into hiccuping sobs all over again, because it hurts. 

Chan's little confession opens a jar of "what if"s that Jisung's kept tightly closed in the back of his mind, buried under his other responsibilities so he couldn't touch it. But Chan has wrangled it out, because Jisung is a romantic, a hopeless one at that, and he's pictured it a million times.

He tells Minho he does care that he's asking someone out. He pulls him close and tells him that he's in love with him, that he can't let Minho ask someone else out because he should be asking Jisung instead. Minho looks up at him with those pretty, sparkling eyes, lips parted, and breathlessly tells Jisung to kiss him. Jisung reels back, blinks at him like he's crazy, pinches himself for good measure (and to hear Minho's pretty, exasperated laugh), and then swoops in. Fireworks, butterflies, an entire god damn fourth of July burns inside of him. Minho's lips are softer than he could ever imagine, and he tastes so sweet against Jisung. Minho's little rabbit fingers curl into Jisung's shirt and pull him closer, and Jisung melts into him. His own hands find Minho's hips, and then his tongue is brushing Minho's lip, and-

Jisung smacks his cheeks a few times, snapping himself back into reality. He's in Chan's lap, in the studio, and very much still single. No amount of daydreaming, no matter how vivid it feels, will change that fact. He's also pretty sure he's going to have to buy Chan a new hoodie with how much snot and tears are now embedded into the shoulder and the chest of it. 

The studio session is cancelled for the day as Chan brings him back to his dorm. Jisung insists that he can go back to his own dorm, that he's perfectly fine, thank you, but Chan refuses to let him go. He keeps some sort of contact with Jisung the whole way home - a hand on his shoulder, a pinky linked through his, a thigh pressed against his in the car - and Jisung lets himself float, knowing that Chan has him tethered. He hopes this doesn't mean Chan's going to have to push himself tomorrow, to make up for the work lost today. He hopes, as Chan punches in the code, that he hasn't just become another burden on another person today, another weight that someone feels obligated to lug around out of the kindness of their heart. 

Jeongin's in the kitchen when the two of them press in, and he greets them kindly, not making a single comment on the obvious snot-tear smear on Chan's hoodie or the way that Jisung's eyes are red-red-red and puffy. He just pours Jisung a cup of tea, fresh from a kettle he must've been brewing, and tells the two of them sweetly that he'll be in his room if they need him. He grabs his own mug and pads off quietly, not without another small, kind smile back to the two of them.

He sleeps in Chan's bed that night, held close to his hyung, who helps him in the only way he knows how. He doesn't breathe a word of it after Jisung leaves the next morning, so Jisung's back to tending his overgrown, weed-filled garden alone. He doesn't water it - doesn't have to, when the two of you are around all the time to do it for him - and still it tears open his chest. He spends his days feeling raw and red, his heart an open wound that bleeds and bleeds everyday but still fails to kill him. His songs get sadder and sadder, until Changbin (who hasn't asked, but can certainly tell that something's up) tells him that he's banned from song-writing until, quote, "he stops writing K-dramas and starts writing music we can actually play without getting sent to a therapist, man". He's sure Changbin's just trying to help, trying to get him to stop hyperfixating on the pain so he can move on, but no songwriting means he has nothing to hide behind. 

It means that he's about to reach his third and final breaking point, almost a full, painful month after Chan cornered him in the studio.

It starts like every other night for Jisung - his glasses are askew on his face, his guitar is perched across his lap, and his fingers are calloused and raw from playing for hours. His stubbornness has had him drowning in playing his guitar lately (writing songs on his guitar is technically not the songwriting Changbin banned him from, Jisung reasons with himself), his bedroom door closed and the only light illuminating his sorrow from the LED lights lining the perimeter of the room. They've been set to a melancholy blue, a deep, dark color that makes him feel like he's underwater. Everything has been muffled lately, like the music in an underwater stage of the video games Jisung can't even convince himself to pick up anymore these days. The world around him warps and bends, a blurring whirlpool that's pulling him under until all he can taste is saltwater on his tongue. There's no one left to save him, not when he refuses to be saved. 

He tastes it now, his mouth full of saltwater, as he plucks aimlessly at his guitar again. He feels the chords under his skin, the vibration of the guitar against him strong enough for him to feel in his bones, but he can't hear it. His fingers move on autopilot - a I-V-vi-IV chord structure, like a true yearning artist (he hopes Noah Kahan is proud) - and words pour out of his mouth, a broken warble that doesn't reach his own ears. He doesn't even know if he's singing in tune. He distantly finds that he doesn't have it in him to care anymore. 

The sound fills the room, bouncing off the walls, and Jisung feels his voice getting louder and louder, sadder and sadder, until he's in a chamber of his own wallowing. He opens his chest and lets the flowers bloom and grow out of it, wrapping around his waist and his throat and all the way down his fingers until they're the one playing the song, not him. There's fruit growing on the bushes in his garden, glistening and red, but they're wrapped in thorns. Jisung's fingers bleed as he reaches and stretches for them, so hungry for even a taste that he ignores the pain, the way that his own feelings are tearing him apart, for even a chance to feel the sweetness on his tongue, to drown out the saltwater that fills his mouth. He wants and wants and wants and wants and-

And his bedroom door is creaking open without his permission, and the hallway light is blinding, and Jisung wonders if there's an angel leaning through the door, if this is finally the end for him. The light halos around their head, and Jisung thinks it's the most beautiful thing that his eyes have ever seen, and then they're pressing into the room, and oh, there's two of them, pretty and soft and worry crinkled in their eyes.

His fingers stop, his voice cracks and breaks, and he lets the two of you guide him out of the room. You take his guitar gently out of his hands, putting it back on its stand as Minho guides him to stand. No words are spoken, not out of awkwardness, but out of the fact that the three of you don't really need words. He knows what this is, and so do the two of you.

There's fairy lights neatly strung up around the living room, his favorite blanket on the couch, the stupid dinosaur squishmallow that Jisung had been eyeing everytime you guys go to the store perched on top of the blanket, and his favorite snacks are in bowls across the coffee table. The TV is already pulled up to Grave of the Fireflies, a box of tissues sitting on the side table, and Jisung thinks quietly he might already need them.

Because the two of you don't even know. You don't even know how much he needed this. How much he wishes he didn't. How much the two of you haunt every moment of his every day. The shadows in his room look like you, the clouds spell Minho's name, the wind whispers in the tone of your voices, and his dreams are plagued with phantoms in the shape of you and Minho, swirling around him and taunting him.

You don't know that you're the cause of Jisung's pain, and his saving grace from it. You soothe the very wound that you cut into him, and he can't help but lean into your blade, even when it burns, because in this moment, everything feels lighter. He feels like he can hear again - the whir of the A/C, the low sound of the movie trailer that started auto-playing, the way that Minho's breathing is just a little faster than normal because he's worried, the way you pad back down the hallway to join the two of them in the living room - and that's what crushes him.

He tastes the salt on his tongue again, and he doesn't even realize it's real until Minho's letting out a soft little "Oh, bug" from next to him and wiping the tears from his cheeks with the gentlest of touches. You slip past the two of them to sit on the couch, sliding under the blanket and patting the space next to you expectantly. 

Jisung lets himself be led to the couch, lets the blanket be draped over him, lets the stuffed dinosaur get passed into his arms, lets the two of you sandwich him between you like it's second nature, lets you curl up into his shoulder, lets Minho's fingers lace through his. He lets the tears keep flowing, lets you softly dab them away with a tissue, he lets the two of you do whatever you want to him, because a part of him knows that it's his place. That, even if it's not your truth, that his truth is that he belongs to the two of you, through and through.

"Minho," you murmur, with a meaning that Jisung can't read, "Minho, I know we said tonight, but-"

"No," he interjects, voice sharp but still kind, "It has to be tonight."

Silence opens its jaws and swallows the room whole, letting the three of you settle in its gut until Jisung feels like he's going to snap. His tongue is his own again, a steady weight in his mouth that he can finally, finally control, and he speaks up before he can stop himself.

"Please don't speak around me in codes, I don't think I can take that tonight," Jisung says wetly, letting himself look at both of you weakly, "I'm just - actually, can I go first? Before the two of you try and speak in riddles I don't understand again like I'm some stupid baby?"

"We don't think you're a stupid baby," you say quietly, hurt in your tone, just as Minho says:

"Hey, only I'm allowed to call you stupid, jagi."

"Stop calling me that!" Jisung snaps, wiggling his way out from between you both and finding his feet again, "Can the two of you stop? Can't you see that you're the reason I'm acting like this?"

He accompanies the statement with an accusatory jab of his finger in your direction, and the two of you both look up at him with wide eyes. There's a pain in both of your faces, though Minho's face hardens back into something neutral quickly. Jisung knows it's a defense mechanism, knows it's the only one that Minho has, but it doesn't make it hurt any less. Your face crumples as Jisung's curls into something angry and broken, your lower lip caught between your teeth and your fingers awkwardly fiddling in your lap, and the vines tighten around his lungs. He thinks he's going to choke if he doesn't spit it out right now, so he does. Everything that he's been holding in for months (or for years, in regards to Minho) comes spewing out of his mouth, red-hot and angry. He feels like a trainee again, tongue sharp and mean, his emotions too big for someone who feels so small to keep inside.

"It's not fair, okay?" he sobs out, swallowing his tears before they trip up his words, "It's not fair. Do you know how hard it is to watch the person you're in love with fall in love with someone else? Do you know how hard it is to fall for them, too? To watch the two of you fall in love like some sort of drama leads and I'm here on the outside, left to rot? I tried to accept that I'm just the funny side character, the comic relief friend who never gets to find love of his own because that's not what he's here for, but I can't anymore. Hyung, I've been in love with you for years, for probably longer than I even knew myself, and I can't keep pretending I'm not."

He takes a deep, shaking breath, giving both of you a glare that neither of you deserve, before continuing, "So leave me out of it. I'm happy for you both, because I love you both. There, I said it: I love you both. I love you both so much that it's consuming me whole. And I know there's no place for it here, that I'm just your stupid little best friend that you tote around like a god damn chihuahua in a purse, so the 'pity Han Jisung' party can end, alright? I don't want to be in the middle of whatever the hell this is anymore. I'm done. Leave me out of your relationship, leave me out of your stupid fucking drama love, and leave me the fuck alone. I'm tired. Tired, tired, tired. Tired of this, tired of my feelings, tired of you. I'm going to go back to my room, and the two of you are going to leave me alone. Got it?"

He doesn't wait for an answer, just turns around and storms off, ignoring your voices and slamming his door behind him and, for the first time in his many years of living with Minho, locking the door. The click! echoes in his room like an execution bell. Here marks the end of Han Jisung, it rings, fool who fell in love with his best friends. He finds his noise-cancelling headphones, pulls them on, and blares the playlist that he pretends isn't about the two of you loud enough to drown out his own thoughts. It doesn't really work, but he tries to pretend it does as he crawls into his bed and cries. The tears are silent, the sobs shaking his body quietly but never letting any sound escape him. His chest is wide open and bleeding and he's let himself bare it to the two of you. Chan was right - Jisung did snap and confess, though it didn't quite go the way it probably did in their heads. He wonders if Felix and Chan should both get their money anyways, wonders if anyone had any bets on them not being together. The thought has his chest feeling tighter, and Jisung lets the pressure crack his ribs and enclose his lungs, until he feels like he's barely got any room left to breathe.

He doesn't hear the knocking on the door, doesn't hear your voices calling his name, doesn't hear the way that someone's fiddling with the lock until it's too late, and light is spilling into his room from the hallway again.

He rolls over and sits up to hiss something angry out again, to spit venom on the two of you so you just leave him alone, but he can't when he sees your faces. 

There's tear tracks on your cheeks, and there's snot on the sleeve of the hoodie you're wearing. Your eyes are puffy, and you're sniffling like you're trying to hold the tears back. They keep falling anyways, silently, just like Jisung's, and his ribs crack for a different reason now. He realizes that hoodie you're wearing is his, and the pressure in his chest makes his lip wobble.

What really breaks him is Minho's face. There's a panic there, a wildness in his eyes that Jisung has never seen before. There's a bent bobby pin pressed tightly between his fingers (did Minho pick the lock?), and Minho, strong, steel-faced Minho, has tear tracks on his cheeks too, glistening in the low light of Jisung's room like a confession. He's heaving, big, heavy breaths wracking his whole body, and there's a tremble to him that makes Jisung want to pull him close and remind him to breathe, jagi, breathe. 

"Jagiya, my jagiya," Minho says, bobby pin dropped and forgotten as he crosses the room in three big strides, "My Jisung, my soulmate, my everything."

He pulls Jisung in before he can even say a word, before he can unpack a single thing that Minho just said, and squeezes him so tight that Jisung thinks he might pop like a balloon. 

Minho's arms feel like coming home, like the sun on his skin again after a long, grey winter, like the smell of homemade cooking after tour. Jisung knows he shouldn't, knows that Minho's only here because he was worried, because Jisung is a burden that he thinks he must carry, but he lets Minho embrace him anyways, because he's greedy. His own arms come to wrap around Minho tightly because he can't help himself, can't help but crave what he's been denying himself for so long.

He doesn't hear you coming, just feels you drape yourself across his back, feels your warmth against his skin and your face buried in his shoulder. Everything clicks back into place, and Jisung feels complete. He tastes the sweetness on his tongue that he's been reaching for, like fresh-picked strawberries on a hot summer day. It's cruel, how he can only feel himself when he's surrounded by the two of you. But if the two of you are willing to give him what he wants, if only for a moment in time, Jisung isn't going to complain.

"...did you really think that we didn't want you?" Minho says quietly, when the silence has settled for a beat too long to be comfortable, his words muffled against the fabric of Jisung's too-big hoodie.

Jisung freezes, a mouse in the coils of a snake, trapped between the two of you with no way to escape. Words fail him, and you must be able to tell, because you speak up too, pulling your face off of him in a way that has your breath tickling his ear.

"Jisung, why do you think that we invite you everywhere? That we take you on our dates, that we refuse to go to places without you, that we cuddle with you on the couch during movie nights?" You ask, like it's crazy that Jisung would ever consider a world where he wasn't important to you both.

"...because I'm your best friend, and you feel bad for my single ass?" He responds, though it sounds stupid, even to him.

"Pabo," Minho breathes, "We love you too. So much more than you could ever know."

"Did you know that when he asked if I wanted to go out on a date with him, that he said we couldn't officially start dating until I was 'Han Jisung approved?'" you say with a little laugh, one that Jisung feels all the way through his whole body, "We didn't officially start dating until after that first time we met. You've always been the most important person in his life, and you become one of the most important people in my life, too. We've been trying to ask you out for like, months now. Someone kept pussying out, though, so-"

"Hey!" Minho whines, popping his chin up on Jisung's shoulder to pout at you, "You could've asked him out too, you know-"

"You said you wanted to do it, I didn't want to steal your thunder!" You retorted, leaning around to stick your tongue out at Minho, "Plus, you've known him for longer, it's only fair-"

"It's not fair, you just didn't want to do it yourself-"

"You guys love me?" Jisung interrupts, his brain finally catching up, "Oh my god. You guys actually love me?"

The two of you stop bickering, and the sudden weight of both of your eyes on him makes him want to shrink into a little ball and cease existing. 

"Obviously."

"Duh."

The two of you say it at the same time, like he's the idiot for not knowing, and Jisung laughs. He laughs and laughs until he's out of breath. The two of you must think he's a madman, but you let him get it out, let him catch his breath and speak again without interjecting. The way the two of you leave space for his emotions has Jisung feeling all sorts of ways, but it's not the time for him to lament or wax poetry about how much he appreciates how the two of you treat him.

Right now, he's going to get Chan and Felix that god damn money, please and thank you.

"Go out with me," Jisung says, voice far more steady and confident than he feels, "Both of you. I'm in love with you, and you're in love with me, and I was the one who had the balls to say anything in the first place, so I get to ask you both out, actually."

"Yeah, I suppose that's fair," you say jokingly, though you sound out of breath, "Obviously, we say yes."

"Hey now, don't speak for me," Minho says, and you raise an eyebrow at him, "Okay, well, obviously the answer is yes, I just wanted to say it too. Yes, Han Jisung, we'll go out with you."

"Always stealing my thunder." You joke, before curling around Jisung to press a quick kiss to his lips.

Before Jisung can whine about being left out (despite being sandwiched between you two), Minho pulls away and looks him once in the eyes before leaning in and capturing his lips in a kiss.

Jisung had been right - fireworks explode behind his eyes, and the thorns stabbing his heart retract to let it beat freely again. Minho tastes like the strawberry chapstick he pretends to hate, and his lips are so soft that Jisung wants to glue himself to Minho's lips forever, to kiss him and kiss him and then kiss him again until the end of time. 

And he would, had he not felt you shifting around him, felt the bed dip in front of him and Minho. He feels Minho pull away, whining at the loss of his lips, but they're quickly replaced by yours, and oh, you're so much more aggressive than Minho. There's no doubt who's dominating the kiss, your mouth rough and fast against his, and when your tongue swipes across his bottom lip, he lets you in willingly. Minho's now pressed between you both, and Jisung feels him squirm a bit. If Jisung opened his eyes he would catch the way your hand finds the back of Minho's throat and gives him a warning squeeze. Instead, he feels Minho go slack against him, a quiet sound escaping his throat, and it's almost too much for Jisung.

He hasn't touched another person since he realized his feelings for Minho. Well, he had tried, once, with a kind hyung with pretty eyes and an even prettier mouth, but he had barely let the hyung put his cock in his mouth before Jisung had to pull away, apologizing over and over as the hyung assured him it was "fine" if he "wasn't in the mood". Jisung didn't have the heart to tell him that he was picturing someone else and was feeling guilty, so he had just apologized again and bolted. A celibacy created by his own mind was torture, and it also meant that Jisung hadn't been touched in so long.

Which is why, when Minho's hand shifts to where Jisung's already straining against his sweatpants, Jisung lets out an embarrassingly loud whimper into your mouth and bucks up his hips so hard that it nearly knocks you and Minho back. Had it not been for your steadying hand against Minho's back, it probably would've, but Jisung doesn't need to know that. He pulls back from your mouth, face red and eyes bashful, but you don't let him get far, your free hand coming around to cup his chin before he can curl away from you.

"Don't be embarrassed, jagiya," you coo, delighted in the way the petname makes him shiver in your hold, "Let us show you just how much we love you."

Minho nods eagerly, looking up at Jisung with pretty, blown-out eyes, pupils swallowing his irises already, and Jisung shakes off your grip to grab the collar of Minho's shirt and pull him into a bruising kiss. Minho makes a surprised sound and you let out a breathless chuckle at the way he instantly melts against Jisung, already pliant and soft and Jisung and you haven't even done anything yet, not really. 

You shift to properly press against Minho's back, snaking a hand around his front to paw at his crotch. He's already hard, which is to be expected from your sensitive baby, and Jisung swallows the sound he makes as you apply just the right amount of pressure to tease him. Enough for him to feel, but not nearly enough for him to properly get off. The touch is just to work him up and you both know it, to get him needy and desperate so that he begs all pretty. This might be to show Jisung how much you both love him, but a part of you wants to show off Minho a little bit too, to show Jisung what he gets to have whenever he wants now.

Jisung pulls back and presses a hand to Minho's chest to keep him from chasing after him, drawing another long whine out of Minho. Minho looks a mess already, cheeks and ears a blooming bright pink, hair ruffled and out of place, and his eyes already starting to glaze over.

"Look at you," Jisung says, awe tingeing his voice, "Even prettier than I could ever imagine."

"Isn't he?" You coo, voice endlessly fond, "He'll be so good for us, won't you, baby?"

The English petname sounds good on your tongue, and both Minho and Jisung shiver when you say it. You grin, so saccharine sweet that it's almost a little mean, and Minho nods quickly, tongue darting out to wet his lips.

"I will, I'll be so good for you both." He whimpers, and Jisung curses quietly, already overwhelmed by how easily his hyung folded under no pressure.

"Is he always so easy?" Jisung asks, which he would feel bad for asking if Minho didn't whine all pretty when he did.

"Mhm," you hum, still palming Minho ever-so slowly, "Isn't that right, Min? Just so easy for us, aren't you? Why don't you tell him what you did earlier, hm?"

Minho flushes impossibly redder, the blush spreading all the way down his neck and past the collar of his shirt, head tipping back to rest on your shoulder. He shakes his head twice, embarrassed, and you squeeze his cock in retaliation.

"C'mon now, tell Sungie what you did," you say, though it sounds far more like a command than a statement, "Tell him how naughty and dirty his hyung is."

"Yeah, Minho-hyung, you said you would be good," Jisung says, feeling bold and he presses forward into Minho's space, fingers dancing up his thigh, "Won't you be good for us?"

Minho, clearly not expecting Jisung to be so forward, moans out loud, eyes rolling back a bit before shyly staring up at Jisung.

"Hyung, uhm…" Minho trails off, clearly embarrassed, but presses on when Jisung's fingers dig into his thigh, "Hyung opened himself up earlier, because-hngh-because he was hoping you would…hopingyouwouldfillhimuplater."

He says it so fast Jisung almost misses it, so fast it almost felt like he imagined it.

"I don't think he heard you Min, I think you need to say it again," you say, pressing a kiss to the exposed column of Minho's throat, "Right, Sungie?"

"Yeah, yeah," Jisung agrees, even though he certainly heard it, "Hyung's not being very good right now."

"'m sorry, sorry Sungie," Minho pants out, hips bucking up as you increase the pressure on his clothed cock, "I-ahn! I opened myself up earlier, b-because I was hoping you might-hah, shit-might fuck me later."

"Good boy." Jisung coos, hands sliding up to grip at Minho's hips as he leans forward and kisses Minho as a reward.

You weren't expecting Jisung to so easily take a dominant role with Minho, but you're certainly not complaining, loving the way that Jisung keeps Minho's hips from bucking into your touch as he presses his tongue into Minho's mouth. You watch with lidded eyes as they make out in front of you, Minho's back pressed to your chest and his cock pulsing under your hand.

You realize that the focus has been on Minho's pleasure, not Jisung's like it was supposed to be, and quickly search to find a remedy for it. You remove your hand from Minho's clothed cock (much to his chagrin) and untangle your arm from around Minho to tap at Jisung's shoulder. He pulls back from Minho's mouth, a string of spit connecting the two of them as he pulls away, and you resist the urge to kiss him silly to sneak your fingers under Minho's shirt and lift it. 

Jisung helps you guide Minho's arms up so you can slip the shirt off of him, eyes wandering down the sharp curves of Minho's upper body appreciatively. His fingers trace up from his hips across his abs and chest, teasing brushing past Minho's nipples just to watch him arch into the touch. 

"As much as I love watching Sung play with your tits, I think I want to get to the main course," you murmur, "Let's get you out of these pants so you can get that fucking you wanted, okay jagi?"

Jisung groans out loud at your vulgarity, but scooches back to give Minho room to kick his pants off. He fumbles frantically, already so needy that his fingers are shaky, but he manages to pull both his pants and underwear off and toss them across the room. They land somewhere on the floor, but Jisung doesn't have time to care about where his pants ended up, because Minho's cock slaps wetly against his abs, and oh, he's just so pretty. 

His tip is a pretty pink, flushed a bit darker with need, and he's just the perfect size for Jisung to want to shove his cock down his throat. Not too fat and not too long, just the perfect length for Jisung to feel but not to choke on. He wants to feel him on his tongue, wants Minho to cry as he fucks into Jisung's mouth desperately, begging to be allowed to come. Jisung wants to edge him with his mouth until Minho can barely form words, wants you to force Jisung's head down and hold him still, force him to breath through his nose while Minho tries not to buck into the heat of Jisung's lips around him.

"I want to suck you off," Jisung says dumbly, almost drooling while looking at Minho's cock, "Can I? Can I put your pretty cock in my mouth, Minho-yah?"

Jisung dropping the honorifics makes Minho moan, a broken sound that catches in his throat, and Minho nods frantically back.

"Want that so bad," he breathes out, desperate eyes searching Jisung's face, "Wan' it, wan' your mouth, please? Please Sungie, want-"

You shush him, shaking your head, "It's not about what you want, Min. Plus, I don't think that's what you should be calling him, hmm?"

You say it like you know something, something that Jisung doesn't, because he watches with interest as Minho's eyes go wide and his head snaps to the side to look at you pleadingly. He shakes his head minutely, and you grin like a wolf, nodding once, firmly. Minho's eyes squeeze shut, the flush crawling even further down his chest, his lips pursing like he's trying not to cry. Jisung wants to bite him so hard he bruises, wants to kiss you senseless for making Minho look like this.

Unceremoniously, you shove Minho forward, and he lands with a quiet oof! against Jisung, face pressed into Jisung's chest. Jisung catches him by the shoulders, and gives you a quizzical look as you stand up.

"Where's your lube, baby?" you say, voice laced with a quiet need that you're clearly trying to hide, and it clicks in Jisung's head what you're about to do.

"Top drawer of my nightstand." He tells you, cringing when you pull it out and it's only half full.

"Mhm, someone's been busy," you tease, and Jisung flushes, avoiding your eyes, "Do you imagine it's me or Minho you're fucking? Or maybe both of us?"

Jisung stays silent, though the way his ears almost glow red gives him away.

"C'mon, Sungie, you can tell us," you coo, though there's a warning laced in your tone, "We want to know what you've been fantasizing about."

You drizzle lube across your fingers as Jisung speaks, circling your pointer finger around Minho's entrance just as he starts to confess to his fantasies.

"...I imagine watching the two of you," he admits, face warm and eyes avoidant, "I imagine you on all fours above me, and, uhm, hyung fucking into you. And he's…holding your hair, so you can't bury your face in my neck. And…"

He trails off, clearly embarrassed, just as you finally press your finger into Minho, revelling in just how tight he still is, despite being prepped and clean. You fuck it into him slowly as you look at Jisung over Minho's head expectantly, tilting your head when Jisung purses his lips nervously.

"...I imagine him telling you to moan my name as he fucks you." he says, so quiet you almost don't hear it.

Both you and Minho moan at that, Minho pressing into Jisung's chest to muffle his sounds, desperate fingers curling into the sheets next to Jisung's legs as he does. Jisung has the audacity to look embarrassed still (like he didn't just say the hottest thing ever), and you lean forward over Minho to kiss the embarrassment away.

The change in angle pushes your finger deeper into Minho, and he whimpers between you both, feeling so small, pressed into his dongsaeng's chest and with you hovering over him. You press another finger into him from this angle, and Minho can barely keep himself upright when you crook your fingers just right and brush his prostate lightly. It's just a tease, but it's enough to have electricity shooting up his spine, a pop of pleasure that he wasn't ready for so earlier on. Usually, you're a bit meaner, missing that spot inside of him on purpose, but right now, you want to coax those noises out of him, so you fuck your fingers into him with purpose.

You pull back to look into Jisung's eyes, heat curling in your stomach at the way he heaves in a shaky breath when your lips release his.

"Min?" you ask once, grinning when he makes a quiet, affirmative sound, "When I press into that spot, can you moan Sungie's name for me?"

Jisung's eyes go wide and his jaw goes slack (how cruel of you, to pull out his fantasy so soon after he confessed it), and Minho nods against his chest, hips arching to fuck back into your touch.

You insert a third finger, stretching him open wider. You avoid that spot on purpose at first, watching Jisung's features get a little desperate, too, because you just can't help but tease both of them. Minho wails as you spread your fingers wide, stretching his little hole to be ready for Jisung. You can't see Jisung's cock, but the sweatpants he's wearing leave little to the imagination, and you can tell for certain that Minho's going to need to be properly stretched to be able to take Jisung's length and thickness. 

Just when Jisung opens his mouth - to beg or to tell you to hurry up, you don't know - you curl your fingers just right, pressing hard on Minho's sweet spot, and it punches an almost feral sound out of Minho's mouth.

"Ouuugh, Jisung!" he all but screams, falling forward as his arms give out, face landing on Jisung's thigh.

His breath fans across Jisung's clothed cock, so very close to Jisung's neglected dick, and it makes Jisung keen, a pitchy little sound that breaks when you press that spot against and Minho lets out a little broken call of his name again.

"You're cruel," Jisung breathes, looking at you with half-lidded eyes, "Do I have to beg to fuck him now? Surely he's ready for me now."

"I don't know, baby, you look awfully big," you start, grinning when Minho blinks open his bleary eyes to stare at the bulge in Jisung's pants with wide eyes, "Hmm…Minho, beg Jisung for his cock."

You fuck your fingers into him a little harder just to hear the way his words catch on moans, grinning when he clenches around you. Jisung looks down at Minho expectantly, and when Minho bends his head awkwardly to catch his eyes, he lets out a long, drawn-out moan at the need written across Jisung's face.

"Please, please, please, Sungie, wan' your cock, please?" Minho begs, voice breaking as he lets out a frantic whine, "Oooh, Sungie, please, wan' to feel you stretching me open, wan' you to stuff me full, wan' to feel your big cock breaking me, please?"

Jisung looks like he's about to give in and beg himself, so you interject before he can, "That's not what you're supposed to call him, Min."

You say it like it's a fact, and Jisung's mind races. What the hell are you talking about? What could Minho possibly call him but his name? Sir? Master? Did you want him to call him his full name, as a show of power?

"Nooooo, I can't!" Minho whines, and then makes a noise that sounds like a sob as your fingers still inside of him, "Can't."

"You can, jagiya," you murmur, voice knowing, "You're the one who brought it up, so don't act all shy now."

Minho presses his face into Jisung's thigh and murmurs something into it, so quietly that Jisung doesn't hear what he says. 

In a flash of boldness, Jisung's fingers find Minho's jaw and squeeze, angling his face upwards so that he has no choice but to look at Jisung.

"C'mon Minho-yah, you're so close," Jisung says patronizingly, like Minho's just a dumb little thing, "You can do it, can't you, jagi? For me?"

Minho squeezes his eyes shut and inhales shakily. When he opens them again, they're even hazier than before, a needy, glassy sheen over them. He looks like he might cry. A sick little part of Jisung hopes he does.

"...hyung." Minho says, still so so quiet, but it's there.

"You can do better than that," Jisung says meanly, though his cock twitches desperately in his pants, because what the fuck Minho just called him 'hyung' that's the hottest thing Jisung has ever heard in his life.

"Hyung, Jisung-hyung, please!" Minho sobs, your fingers finally starting to move again now that Minho's begging properly," Wan' hyung-ah's cock, wan' him to fill me, please please please! Jisung-hyung, hyung, please, wan' it, wan' you, please-ahn!"

He cuts himself off with a long moan, glistening eyes looking up at Jisung as his mouth parts wide open. Jisung can't help but press his thumb into Minho's mouth, revelling in the way that Minho closes his mouth around his fingers and sucks desperately.

"Yeah? Want hyung to fuck your tight little hole?" He says breathlessly, eyes finding yours, asking for permission.

You think about it for a moment, and then give him a small nod, pulling your fingers out of Minho. His head snaps back and he makes a desperate sound, clearly unhappy to be so empty, eyes brimmed with unshed tears as he makes another incoherent sound as you pull further away.

"Relax, we're just giving you what you want, you big baby," you tell him, helping Jisung guide Minho's head onto the pillows at the head of the bed and onto his back, "Be patient, and we'll give you what you want, yeah?"

He nods shakily, looking up at both of you with big, needy eyes, and you quickly help Jisung out of his clothes, desperate to see the two of them together. When you guide Jisung's length out of his underwear, tossing the garment across the room vaguely in the direction of his shirt and pants, your breath catches.

Because damn, Han Jisung is big.

He's big both in length and in girth, bigger than anything you think you've ever taken. It's so heavy it can't even stand up all the way, and he curves just a bit upwards, the perfect shape to kiss Minho's prostate if he fucks into him just right. You clench around nothing, though you're not even sure you could even take him without a metric ton of prep. 

Minho looks just as shocked as you, even though you're sure he's seen his cock in passing before. All eight of the members of Stray Kids had seen all the other members in just about every state of undress, after all, though you suppose Jisung might not be nearly as impressive soft as he is hard. And boy, is he impressive.

"'s not gonna fit," he whines, though he's spreading his legs wider to let Jisung slot between them, "Jisung-hyung 's so big."

Jisung looks almost bashful about his size, though when he lays it down on top of Minho's stomach so the two of you can see just how far he's going to reach, he seems a little proud. 

"It's gonna be okay, baby, I'll go nice and slow," Jisung coos, leaning down to press a quick kiss to Minho's mouth, "Hyung will make sure you feel good, Min."

Minho whimpers, and you hazily reach for the discarded bottle of lube, pouring a generous amount on your palm. You reach to spread it across Jisung's length, squeezing his tip teasingly as you pull your hand away, because you knew he'd make a pretty little sound when you do. Jisung doesn't disappoint, a clipped-off whine escaping his throat and his hips bucking into the air as you pull away. He's so sensitive you wonder if he's even going to last in Minho, though Minho's so worked up already he probably won't need much to come.

You come around to sit up next to Minho as Jisung presses in ever-so slowly. Minho's hole stretches obscenely around his tip already, and Jisung's hands fly to grip his hips to hold him still.

"Stop squirming, baby," Jisung grits out, voice strained, "I'm trying to take it slow, and you're making it real hard to not just fuck into you, jagi."

"Sorry, 'm sorry, hyung," Minho breathes, voice barely a whisper, "Min's sorry, he's sorry, jus'-just-please."

"Please what, Min?" you ask, bringing a hand to run through his hair soothingly, a stark contrast to the harsh streeeetch of Jisung opening him up, "You're a big boy, you can use your words."

"So mean to him," Jisung says before Minho can reply, though his tone is laced with sarcasm, "He's just a little cock-dumb, you know he doesn't have any thoughts in that pretty little head of his right now."

The way Jisung talks about him like he's not even really there has Minho whimpering again, trying to strain against Jisung's grip but finding that he can't. He knew Jisung had been going to the gym more lately, but he really was so strong, and it makes Minho's cock spurt out another pathetic jet of precum across his stomach. He gets lost in the way that Jisung's abs flex as he holds himself back from fucking into him, lost in the way that sweat drips down his pretty tattoos, making them glisten. If Jisung wasn't holding him in place, Minho would lean forward and bite into the tattoo across Jisung's chest, marking him up so bad that Jisung couldn't take off his shirt in front of anyone else for weeks.

You read his mind, shifting from your place next to him to press a kiss first to Jisung's mouth, then to his neck, then to his shoulder, and then your teeth sink right into the 'B' of 'Blessed'. You grin against his skin as you feel his hips buck minutely, pressing further into Minho. Both of them groan simultaneously, Minho's a little pitchier than Jisung's, and you suck at the skin there until you're certain it'll bruise a pretty purple-red. 

"Shit, that's cheating." Jisung whines, though he doesn't seem too mad when he pulls one of his hands off Minho's hips to grab the back of your head and yank your mouth to his.

Minho uses the momentary lapse in grip to buck his hips down, pushing a couple more inches of Jisung into him in one go. Jisung's mouth disconnects from yours and falls into your shoulder as he groans, and Minho's mouth opens and closes uselessly, already so full and he's barely taken half of Jisung's massive length. 

"You're both conspiring against me," Jisung tries to joke, but he's so breathless it mostly comes out desperate, "Fuck, Min, don't clench so fucking tight-"

He cuts himself off with a grunt, eyes squeezing shut as he presses another inch into Minho's tight hole. You pull away to settle back next to Minho. His hand fumbles upwards to grasp for you, and you lace your fingers through his, giving him a reassuring squeeze.

"You can do it, jagi," you tell him quietly, leaning down to press a sweet kiss to his forehead, "Just a little bit more, you've got it. Relax a bit for him, won't you?"

"Kiss?" He asks, big shining eyes blinking up at you hazily.

Who would ever say no to Lee Minho when he's in this state? You curl forward to press a quick kiss to his lips, though he deepens it, and you let him drool into your mouth and Jisung presses allllll the way in, his balls slapping gently against Minho's ass as he fucks the last few inches in all in one go. It's a little mean, and Minho cries out into your mouth, but it's a cry of pleasure. He'd never admit it, but Minho loves the burn of a good stretch, wants it to hurt just a little bit, because it means he'll really feel it tomorrow. Every time he sits down, he'll feel the shape of Jisung inside of him, and shit, if that isn't insanely hot.

"Can I-shiiiit-can I move?" Jisung pants, looking at Minho with crazed eyes.

You pull back enough for Minho to respond, though he's drooling and can barely even get a nod out, he's already so fucked dumb. Your thighs clench together involuntarily looking at him, and you give Jisung another reassuring nod to signal that it's okay.

"Go ahead, Sungie," you say, voice low and heady, "Fuck him like he was dreaming of earlier, when he stretched himself out in the shower for you."

It's a mean tactic, to remind them both of how needy Minho was before he even knew that Jisung would want this, and it has Jisung pulling back all the way and bucking back into Minho with one harsh thrust. It punches little ah-ah-ah!s out of Minho's throat as he picks up his pace, too needy to keep it slow like he promised.

Not that Minho minds, with the way that his eyes are almost permanently rolled back into his skull and he fingers are clenching your so hard you think he might be cutting off circulation. His other hand reaches forward to grip at Jisung's bicep, though he can't get a solid grip, and instead drags his nails down his arm instead, leaving angry red streaks on his skin. Jisung whimpers and fucks into his harder, the headboard clanking against the wall harshly. If somehow the neighbors didn't already know what was happening by the obscene sounds coming out of Minho's mouth, the knocking of the headboard would certainly alert them. 

Not that any of you cared, not with how good everything felt. Every desperate fuck of Jisung's hips into Minho jolted the bed and sent heat curling through your body as well. Even though he wasn't fucking you, it sure felt like he was, with how your body was rocking with Minho's.

Minho couldn't manage any other words other than 'hyung' and 'please', though neither of you were quite sure what he was begging for. Jisung was in a similar state, Minho so tight-hot-wet around him that he couldn't get out much more than desperate moans and grunts as Minho clenched around him needily.

"Bet he feels so good, doesn't he, Sungie?" you say, grinning when Jisung struggles to answer, "Aww, are you both fucked dumb? My pretty boys look so good together. Look here, Sungie."

You reach your free hand out for Jisung's, and he lets you guide his hand to Minho's stomach, and fuck. That was him, wasn't it? He could feel his cock moving through Minho's stomach, feel the way he was stretching Minho's insides to remember the shape of him. He groans, eyes rolling back, and fucks his hips up into Minho's prostate, desperate to make Minho come before he does. He knows he's not going to last much longer, not with Minho clenching so perfectly around him and with you looking at him like that. How you're affecting him so much without even having to touch him is beyond Jisung, but he doesn't have time to think about it, because Minho's opening his bleary eyes and tilting his head to stare at you.

"Please, can I?" he says, voice strained from how much he's been moaning.

"Can you what? Gotta tell me what you need, jagi, I can't read your mind." You respond, though you certainly know what he's begging for.

Minho lets out a whimpers that turns into a full moan when Jisung fucks even harder into his prostate in retaliation.

"C-c'mon, Minho-yah-hngh, fuck! You can beg better than that." Jisung grits out, clenching his teeth when Minho's walls pulse around him, trying to milk him for all he's worth.

Minho's eyes are still on you, big and wet and wide, "Please, wanna-ah-ah-ah! Wanna come, wanna come so bad, I'm begging you, please!"

He starts really crying now, the dam finally breaking, big, fat tears rolling down his cheeks as he hiccups, fingers digging into yours. 

"Hmmm, I think you should ask Sungie, jagi, he's the one fucking you, after all." You say, giving Jisung an expectant look.

He wants to curse you out for dragging this out any further, for making Jisung hold his own orgasm back, but he just groans again, cock twitching inside of Minho when he turns that big, teary gaze to Jisung.

"Hyung, Jisung-hyung!" He cries out, sobbing and hiccuping like he can't help but choke on his words when Jisung fucks him so good, "Please, can Min come? Wanna come, wanna come around your cock, wanna feel you filling me up, please, Jisung-hyung? Please, let Min come, please, hyung?"

He can't get any more words out after that, crying so hard all his words get choked off by sobs, and god, Jisung would do anything that Minho asked him in this state. Shit, he'd quit music forever if Minho told him that's what he wanted right now.

"Come, baby, come for hyung."

That's all it takes for Minho's back to arch off the bed and for cum to spurt out of his cock across his stomach. He comes so hard that a streak of it reaches his chest, and it makes him clench around Jisung. The rhythmic pulse of Minho's walls are enough for Jisung to send you a desperate look, hoping you understand what he's asking with his eyes. You nod once, giving him a cheshire grin, and he's crying out both of your names as he finishes inside of Minho.

The comedown is a blur, Jisung feeling like he's ascended to heaven. He still can't believe that this isn't a dream, that the two of you are dating him now, that you actually wanted him back just as much as he wanted you. As you're carefully wiping him and Minho clean, you press little butterfly kisses across any skin you can reach - Minho's soft stomach and his chest, Jisung's palm and his cheek - and guide them under the sheets. You strip out of your own clothes, just wanting to feel them against your skin, and grin as you watch Minho roll over lazily, giving Jisung a needy, sleepy look over his shoulder. Jisung snorts through his nose and curls around Minho's back, holding him close, and you come to the front of Minho, letting him bury his face in your chest.

"Thank you, Sungie." You say quietly, pressing a quick kiss to his lips over Minho's head. Minho's arm loops around you and pulls you closer, and you laugh a little as he nuzzles into your chest.

"For what?" He asks, blinking at you sleepily.

"For letting us love you," you murmur, eyes heavy and drooping, "And for loving us back."

You drift off just like that, and Jisung looks at you fondly, the peaceful look on your face and the warmth of you both against him lulling him to sleep, too.

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To: Channie-hyung

>whoever else is in on your stupid bet owes you and Felix money btw

>thought i would let you know

>and before you say anything yes i will try and tell them to stop making out in obvious places in the building

>no promises, though

>thanks for believing in me, hyung

I hope you enjoyed! Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated <3

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You know what SIKE it’s me notif anon I’ve decided fuck being anonymous love u

Hi hon!!!!!!

You are so so sweet, thank you for your other message!! Responding to this one because you are so sweetiepie for reaching out again <3 The support (despite my very impromptu hiatus) has been so so lovely to see, and it means the world that people are checking in on me right now, even though I've been so inconsistent. I love you too lovely, and I'll be back to proper posting soon I promise! I've only got two more weeks of work before I have more time again, so I'm hoping to aim for like,,,a fic a week (or more!) once I have actual free time again. Fic tonight though too, because I had a little time today! Just responding to inbox stuff first because I do want you guys to know I'm actually alive.

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HI DAISYYY WHATS NEWWW I HOPE YOU'RE DOING GOOD !! I miss seeing you on my feed 💔💔

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Hi lovely!!!!!

Sorry that I've been dead :(( I swear it isn't on purpose,,,I would love so so much to be posting right now. I have so many drafts and drabbles that I want to finish I just. Literally don't have time. Trying so so hard to get some though, so hopefully more consistent posting once I get through my summer job!!! Two more weeks and then I'm free, and I'll hopefully have more time to write. Thank you for checking in though lovely, it means the world!

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Missing you Daisy 💔 hope you’re doing okay!

Sorry anon :((( I'm so so insanely busy right now. I love my summer job but boy oh boy is it a 24/7 gig sometimes. I'm hoping to be posting more soon!!!! Promise by late June that I will properly be back. Love you, and thank you for supporting me despite me being so inconsistent lately!!!

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Sorry for being extremely inactive in your inbox lately!! ☹️

Kind of started getting problems with my mental health again and that turned into me getting back my cod hyperfixation from like 2023-2024 💔

But um anyways how have you been lately? 😋

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Bunny!!!! Hello love I've missed you <3

The internet is an overwhelming place, I can never fault you for needing to take a step away!! I'm just glad you're doing okay, mental health is such a tough thing to battle, especially these days. Know that my inbox (and my messages!) are always open if you need anything <3 I've never played COD (this is assuming that you are indeed talking about the video game) but it seems fun...? Question mark because I think I'd be bad at it 😅 I'm absolutely terrible at all other shooter games but if you showed me the ropes, I'm sure I could have a good time with it!!

I've been doing alright!!! It's finals week out here so we're in the weeds a bit. Hoping to get some writing done as a brain break between studying, so hopefully you'll be hearing more from me this week <3 So excited to have you back in my inbox, bunny.

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You’re online, meaning my husband’s cooking 🤭

I've got some good things brewing, I promise 🤭 Finally back on the grind, it's been too long and I needed to write something before my head exploded with all the ideas bouncing around in it. Hopefullyyyy lots of new fics and drabbles in the next few weeks, I forgot how much writing brings me joy and boy do I need some joy with finals right around the corner (*comically loud gulp*). Cooking up a storm just for you, jagiya <3

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i would also love book recssssss!!

plsss gimmeee book recssssss 👐🥺

Hello lovely!!!!

If we're talking fanfiction, I'm going to make a whole fic rec post one of these days...I've been COLLECTING fics (on here and AO3) for too long I need everyone to read some of the amazing works by my fellow authors <3 When I can commit a day to scrolling through my likes I will be making a whole masterlist of them!

If we're talking just like, yee ol' regular books, it depends on genre! I'm a huge memoir reader, so if you're looking for a good story grounded in reality, Sing Backwards and Weep by Mark Lanegan and Crying in H Mart by Michelle Zauner are so incredibly good. Michelle Zauner's story of pursuing music despite everything has taught me a lot about how I want to pursue creativity in my life no matter what, and it helps me continue to write for all of you lovlies!!! I have a million memoir recommendations because they are my favorite genre so if you ever want more let me know...

One of my favorite books of all time will always be The Last Unicorn by Peter S. Beagle. Terrific fantasy novel with a lot of good feels, and even though it's a bit older it doesn't read like an old fantasy book (at least not to me!). Magic's Pawn by Mercedes Lackey reads more like a classic fantasy book, but it's yaoi so that's cool!! It's a triology, though I've only read the first book oops...It's been a while since I've read that one, but I remember enjoying it a lot! The House in the Cerulean Sea by TJ Klune is also another terrific fantasy novel (also queer. you'll notice a trend here...), very grounded in found family and accepting love into your life. I would say it's the book that brought my faith back into the fantasy genre.

The Martian by Andy Weir (the same guy who wrote Project Hail Mary!!) is an absolutely delightful sci-fi read, as is How High We Go in the Dark by Sequoia Nagamatsu. I've been told How High We Go in the Dark is one of those books where it feels like it's not leading somewhere in the beginning, but I promise, it is!! I'm a huge sci-fi guy, and it's probably one of my favorite sci-fi books ever. I will always highly recommend it. In the Lives of Puppets by TJ Klune is a delightful sci-fi read as well if you want to really connect emotionally with a small cast of characters. I remember that book emotionally wrecking me when I first read it in the best way possible. I read it around when it came out I believe so once again it's been a bit, but I will always recommend TJ Klune just as an author. I've always enjoyed the nuance he writes his characters with.

Anyways I'll shut up now!!!! Hopefully this is what you meant, lovely, otherwise I've just made a bit of a fool of myself. Which is fine because I have no shame!!!! But I would still feel a bit silly. These are my book recs for you <3