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Summary: An indeterminate amount of time has passed since the camping trip, and Mingyu is having a combination housewarming/promotion party. Drinking has various effects on various people. Dasom gets a little meta at the end.
Rating: 🔞 for a bathroom quickie 🔞
Six | Masterlist | Eight
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Mingyu hugged Yerin as Vernon removed his shoes. The housewarming party was well underway by now, but he would rather die than neglect his duty as host.
“Where's Hyera?” Vernon asked, carefully finding a spot for his sneakers.
“Ah,” Mingyu looked a little chagrined. He let go of Yerin, but kept one arm around her shoulder as he shrugged sheepishly. “We actually split up.”
“What?” Yerin turned her head to look up at Mingyu. “When?”
“Um…” Mingyu tilted his head back and forth, clearly thinking back through his calendar. “Maybe a week after my promotion?”
“A week aft…” Yerin's mouth fell open in shock as she trailed off.
“Hyung, that was almost a month ago,” Vernon pointed out.
“Exactly!” Yerin wrapped an arm around Mingyu's waist and tried to shake him. “How is this the first we're hearing about it?”
“It's not a big deal,” Mingyu stood solid, seemingly immune to Yerin's efforts. “We just wanted different things, you know?”
“I guess,” Vernon shook his head.
“Come on,” Mingyu pivoted around Yerin, turning her in place. “Some of the guys have set up poker in the smaller room.”
“Told you Jeonghan would show up,” Yerin teased Vernon over her shoulder.
“Busy my ass,” Vernon muttered, stepping down the hallway after the two of them.
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“There's my favorite teacake,” Jeonghan waved a hand, beckoning Yerin towards where he sat next to an impromptu card table. “Come sit with me and Woozi.”
Mingyu tightened his arm around her shoulders, putting on an exaggerated pout.
“Hyung,” he whined, “they just got here. Give them a second to settle in.”
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“Oh!” Yerin jerked to a stop as she turned away from the drink table. She had a beverage in each hand, one of which slipped over its rim to trickle over her fingers.
“Sorry,” she shot an uncomfortable smile at the man in front of her. “I didn't see you.”
Seokmin rolled his eyes. He reached past her, snagging a napkin. He took the dripping glass from her hand and replaced it with the paper printed with graduation wishes.
“Clumsy,” he muttered, wiping the glass’ exterior down with another napkin - this one with generic Halloween patterns.
Once he was satisfied, he plucked the wad of wet paper from Yerin’s hand and gave her the glass back.
“You should be more careful,” he said. “Almost stained something.”
“Yeah,” Yerin thought this might be the most they had spoken since the camping trip. “Thanks for the…”
She trailed off as Seokmin walked away.
“Or not.”
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“I just couldn’t see it going long-term,” Mingyu spoke around the opening in his beer bottle.
“Maybe you’re just not built for that,” Yerin suggested.
They both were sat next to a very drunk and only somewhat lucid Seungkwang, who was sprawled out on one of the lounge chairs on Mingyu’s new deck. There were only two chairs at the moment, both of them remnants from Mingyu’s previous apartment. Where they had previously overfilled the space that had been available, they were now hardly enough - just another sign of Mingyu’s easy rise through his company’s ranks.
All of which is just to say that Yerin and Mingyu were sitting side by side, looking out over the city while Seungkwang sang some old trot song to himself.
“I am though!” Mingyu protested. “I’m a certified loverboy. All I want is a wife that I can come home and provide for.”
Yerin snorted.
“What? What’s wrong with that?”
“I guess it depends what you mean by that. Are we talking a live-in bang-maid, or an actual human being?”
Mingyu blanched at the phrase “bang-maid”, frowning over the cityscape.
“No,” he shook his head, “that’s not…”
He sighed, chewing at the inside of his lip as he pulled his words together.
“My real ideal is someone I can take care of. No,” he quickly tried to clarify as Yerin grimaced. “I want to serve. I want to come home and give her offerings.”
“Well now you’re in danger of holding her to some goddess standard that no one can actually meet.”
Mingyu huffed, throwing himself sideways into the backrest of the lounge chair they shared. He laid there for a few moments before he started laughing.
“What?”
He shifted, dragging one leg up and over the chair so that he could lay on his back and look up at Yerin.
The last few streaks of red sunlight caught the edges of his no longer perfectly mussed up hair. Yerin found herself admiring the way it brought out the rosier tones in his skin.
“When I was…” he pouted as he tried to think. “Maybe I was eight? I don’t know. When I was a kid, my mom brought me to the museum one day. Something had broken at school, so I had the day off. She wanted to still get some sort of education into me, so we went and looked at an exhibit on ancient religions in different parts of the world.”
“Is that where your goddess obsession started?” Yerin teased him.
“Shut up,” Mingyu whined. He threw a hand over his face in embarrassment, groaning at being called out.
Yerin laughed, but didn’t speak - letting him have a moment to gather himself.
“Yes, but just listen…” Mingyu mumbled from behind his hand. He sat up, reaching for his bottle of beer that he had abandoned on the cement. He took a moment to drain the last of the liquid.
Yerin glanced at the muscles in his neck, then quickly set her sights back on the city lights coming on below them.
“There were these little statues, almost like dolls really. They were meant to bring fertility and abundance. I was kind of obsessed with them for a little while.”
Yerin hummed. She wasn't sure what he was talking about, but she got the general idea.
“So that’s what you’re looking for? A fertility goddess?”
“I guess so,” Mingyu shrugged. “But more like…”
He huffed again, the alcohol slowly stripping him of his usual ease with words. Frowning, he struggled to come up with how to phrase his thoughts.
“There’s the gods, right?”
Yerin nodded.
“And people worship them because they're powerful.”
“I guess, yeah.”
“Okay, but,” he leaned forward, gripping Yerin's shoulder with one hand as he drew a circle in the air with the other. “What if it's the other way around?”
Yerin blinked, just a little too aware of how close his face was to hers.
“So…” she tried not to notice the gap between his somewhat unbuttoned shirt and his chest, “the gods worship people?”
Mingyu shook his head, frowning even harder.
“No, listen, the power. It comes from the worship."
Yerin had really lost the plot by now. What did this have to do with him and Hyera breaking up?
“So…” she prolonged the word, hoping he would explain on his own.
“So that's what I want.”
“To be worshiped and get power?”
“No,” he shook his head adamantly. “I'm the worshiper. I want to give my wife the power.”
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Woozi stared down Wonwoo, giving the most intense eye contact he could manage.
Wonwoo lazily blinked and smiled.
“What are the odds?” Yerin whispered to Minghao.
“You'd think the smart money would be on Wonwoo,” Minghao quietly explained, “but Woozi is something of a sleeper agent. It's really an even split here, but…”
He double checked the notes he had made in the margin on his sudoku book.
“Most people have put their money on Wonwoo this time around.”
“So it's a better payout if I bet on Woozi?” Yerin asked.
“Don't let them corrupt you,” Dasom groaned. “Put me down for double on Wonwoo.”
Yerin snorted as Minghao made a note in his book.
“Last call for bets!” Jeonghan announced.
He had tied some tea towels around his waist in a reproduction of a skirt, and carried a few extras in his hands. He was, in a very homemade way, the cheerleader for the thigh wrestling competition that had broken out among some of the guys.
Yerin took the opportunity of his very distracting antics to motion at Minghao's book, then to Woozi, then held up three fingers.
Minghao made a note in his book margin.
Jeonghan twirled his towel pom-poms between Wonwoo and Woozi as he counted down from ten. As soon as he hit one, he stepped back and told them to go.
Yerin was already aware of how loud the boys could get, but this was on another level.
Mingyu was on his knees, urging Wonwoo to “come on come on come on!”
Chan and Seungkwan were pumping their fists in tandem and chanting “Woo-zi-hyung! Woo-zi-hyung!”
It was hard to tell who Soonyoung was cheering for, but he was clawing at the air and shouting something unintelligible.
Before Yerin could process what anyone else was doing, there was a broken cry from Wonwoo, and a triumphant laugh from Woozi.
Minghao looked at his notes and did some quick math, tapping his thumb against his fingers as he worked out earnings.
“You're paying for drinks next time we go out,” he informed Yerin.
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“You were so shocked by all the betting when you started coming around, and now you're making money off of me,” Woozi smiled up at Yerin.
“I just wanted to see what the fun was,” Yerin resisted the urge to poke her finger into his dimples.
Woozi laughed, leaning more of his weight against the obviously hand-made bar that Mingyu claimed he had “rescued” from his college frat house.
“I guess going for the underdog really paid off for you.”
“Minghao already laid claim to all my winnings,” Yerin pouted. “He said I have to pay for drinks next time we go out.”
Woozi leaned in a little closer, nudging his shoulder against her side playfully.
“Keep your money,” he spoke at a low, nearly conspiratorial, volume, “just put it on my card.”
Yerin laughed, leaning her head against her palm and giving Woozi an exaggeratedly flirtatious look.
“Are you trying to be my sugar daddy?”
He shrugged, tilting his cup up to drain it before responding.
“I just like spoiling my favorites.”
Yerin had to resist squeezing his cheeks again as she watched them turn pink.
“So I'm a favorite?”
Woozi shrugged again, pretending to sip his already empty drink.
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“You're an angel.”
Joshua smiled up at Yerin as she approached him with a glass of water.
He had been manhandled onto a sofa by Seungcheol after he had spilled his drink for the second time, protesting the entire way.
Having spotted Yerin nearby, Seungcheol had requested that she bring them “a round of waters.” He had quickly amended the request.
“Can you put it in the disposable cups so he,” he nodded towards Joshua, “doesn't notice right away?”
Yerin had rolled her eyes, but done as asked regardless. She didn't believe that the ruse would stand very long, but Joshua clearly needed some re-hydrating.
“Aren't I just? Here,” she held the cup towards him.
Joshua slouched slightly, pouting up at her.
“Help me?”
It worked. How could it not? He was flushed, sweating slightly from his earlier resistance to being shepherded. His eyes were just slightly out of focus, and his shirt…
Yerin felt a knot turn or loosen or tighten or… do something in her stomach.
His shirt had at least two additional buttons undone, and Joshua appeared to still be overheating. His fingers struggled to undo a third.
So of course his stupid pout worked.
“Hands down,” Yerin directed him, worried that he'd knock a third cup to the floor.
Joshua dropped his hands to his knees, looking up at her expectantly.
She cupped his chin with one hand, muttering a quiet “careful now” as she lifted the cup to his lips with the other.
Who would have guessed that helping a drunk man drink water could be so intense?
Seungcheol threw his own water back like it was a shot of whiskey. He briefly considered whether he wanted to go get the real thing. Would he be treated like that if he were just a bit more drunk? He huffed, watching as Yerin thumbed Joshua's lips dry and tousled his hair good-naturedly. He didn't think he had the puppy-like charm to pull it off.
“Good boy,” Yerin smiled down at Joshua, completely unaware of the miniature sulk-fest occurring nearby.
All three of them were further unaware of the distracted eyes watching them from across the room.
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A door knob jammed into Yerin's back, making her groan and stumble. Finally, she laughed as two arms gripped hers to steady her.
“Careful,” she admonished the man holding her up.
“I'm sorry, kitten.”
He grabbed the knob and twisted, revealing a bathroom larger than Yerin's kitchen.
“After you,” he bowed slightly.
“You really know all the classy places to take a girl, huh?”
Despite her words, Yerin entered the bathroom, tugging her partner along by the collar of his shirt.
“If I get a second chance, I'll even bring out my nice bedsheets,” he promised. “But I need you yesterday babe.”
“Only yesterday?” She teased him, running her hands under his shirt. She lifted it, tugging it off over the top of his head.
He tossed the shirt aside and nervously readjusted his necklaces. Taking the chance to kiss her, he crowded her against the counter and reached for the edge of her skirt.
“Of course not,” he mumbled against her lips. “I've needed you since the camping trip.”
Yerin whimpered as his fingers trailed up her legs, scrambled under her panties, and dipped inside her.
“Fuck, you're so wet for me.”
Yerin just let out a weak “mm-hmm” and tried not to lose her footing.
“Will you turn around for me?” He asked.
She turned, leaning against the counter on her forearms. She took the opportunity to look him over in the mirror. He had recently cut his hair short, looking like he might have just exited his military service. There was a tattoo on his chest, but it wasn't particularly large. She couldn't quite make it out, obscured as it was under the tangle of chains around his neck.
She watched him ruffle through the drawers, muttering to himself.
“I know this motherfucker has… there you are!”
There was a flash of foil, the sound of a zipper, and a few seconds of silence as he rolled the condom over himself.
“Alright,” he looked up, meeting her gaze through the mirror. “You sure?”
“I wouldn't have bent over if I wasn't sure,” she tilted her head. “Are you sure?”
“So sure,” he breathed out.
Gripping himself to aim, he slid home just slightly faster than he had meant to.
Then there was the pause.
The reflection showed Yerin exactly what he was going through.
Cinched eyebrows. A slack jaw. Eyelids half dropped over eyes that rolled back.
Still, she was only so patient.
“Oh my god,” he gasped, eyes shooting open when she clenched as hard as she could.
Grinning at him through the mirror, she slowly rocked her hips against him.
The muscles in his abdomen danced and shuttered as she moved.
“Oh fuck,” he half fell forward, bracing his hands on the counter to either side of her.
Unsteady, unsmooth, twitchy little hip thrusts was all he could manage at the moment.
“I thought you needed me?” Yerin teased. “Yesterday?”
“God forbid a man be overwhelmed by pussy,” he mumbled.
Goosebumps rose on her skin when his chain hit her skin. A half a second later, his chest met her back as he leaned in even closer, his lips pressing against her shoulder blade as he continued speaking.
“I'm about to burst babe. Fuck this is embarrassing. I swear I'll do better if you give me another chance. This is just too much for me right now, no fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck don't clench like that I'm gon- augh!”
Giggles forced their way out of Yerin's mouth as she did exactly what he begged her not to. On the one hand, it was a little disappointing that his pleading, amusing as it was, was entirely accurate.
On the other, there was something satisfying in the way he dug his teeth into her skin to muffle a wail as he twitched, jerked, and unloaded into the condom with so little effort on her part.
They both went still.
Teeth still latched onto the meat of her shoulder, he huffed for a moment before groaning. Strings of saliva stretched and broke as he disengaged the bite, shaking his head as if trying to clear his mind.
They shared a brief glance in the mirror.
Letting his head fall, pressing his forehead against her spine, he groaned again.
“I'm going to fucking die of embarrassment.”
“No you're not,” she reassured him.
“It's the alcohol,” he mumbled. “I swear it's the alcohol. God damn if only I could flirt sober.”
“You can try again next time.”
Lifting his head, his eyes were wide when they met hers through the reflection.
“Promise?”
“Keyword: try,” she teased.
“Fuck,” he breathed, “I'll beg if I have to.”
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“How was the bathroom?” Jeonghan smirked up at her, winding a hand around her leg. He pulled her close, seemingly unbothered with whether or not she actually joined him on the psuedo-wicker chaise lounge.
“Enlightening.”
She brushed at his hand, which had started wandering into territory less decent under her skirt.
“You weren't gone long.” He smiled up at her, blithely ignoring her attempts to slow him down.
“Were you timing me?”
“Of course not.” Minghao took matters into his own hands, quite literally. He swatted at Jeonghan with one hand, lifting his other to grip Yerin's. With a gentle tug, he encouraged her to take a seat next to him, smiling serenely when she did so.
“We were timing Hoshi.”
“Shut up!” Yerin squealed, slapping at Minghao's chest. It was half playful, half mortified.
“We're just looking out for our delectable dolly,” Jeonghan leaned forward. Lowering his voice, he invaded Yerin's space before continuing.
“If I had to guess I'd say he tapped out early?”
“Hannie!”
“Be nice, hyung.”
“I'm trying to be nice,” Jeonghan protested. “I was just about to offer to finish what Soonyoung didn't.”
“What didn't Soonyoung finish?”
Yerin choked on air, coughing as Seungcheol came to stand next to Jeonghan.
“He said he'd bring her some seltzer,” Minghao smoothly covered the conversation, running his hand over Yerin's back as she struggled to clear her throat. “Completely forgot, by the looks of it.”
“Ah, stay there. I'm already up,” Seungcheol placed his cup, refilled with water, on the little table between the two loungers. “You like the citrusy ones, right? Grapefruit okay?”
Yerin, not yet trusting her voice, only nodded.
Jeonghan smirked at Seungcheol's retreating form.
“What a gentleman,” he drawled. “I bet he wouldn't leave you hanging.”
“You don't even know what happened,” Yerin couldn't help the whine that snuck into her voice.
“So true,” Jeonghan leaned in closer again, resting his chin on his hand. “Did our little tiger manage to make that kitty purr?”
Minghao rolled his eyes, but quickly refocused on Yerin.
“Oh my god,” Yerin complained.
Casually, carefully, Minghao slid his arm around her waist. Laying his hand against her side, feeling the bulge of her stomach, he resisted the urge to grip and squeeze the soft flesh. His other hand landed on her thigh, just barely pushing the boundary of friendly contact as his fingers drew little spirals against her skin.
“You know he won't stop until you give him an answer,” he quietly prompted her.
“Fine,” Yerin sighed. “He…”
She licked her lips, trying to come up with a polite way to say it.
“He succumbed to the alcohol.”
“Couldn't even get it up?” Jeonghan pressed.
“I didn't say that!” Yerin protested. “I just mean he… didn't perform to the highest standard.”
Minghao managed to suppress a laugh into just a small puff of air from his nose.
“Here.”
Yerin smiled up at Seungcheol who had returned grapefruit seltzer in hand. She reached up to accept the can, but Seungcheol frowned for a second before cracking it open for her.
Yerin tilted her head, eyebrows lifting with a question.
“Don't wanna risk your nails,” Seuncheol explained.
“Told you he's a gentleman,” Jeonghan butt into the moment.
“Shut up,” Seungcheol said without much bite. He dropped onto the wicker next to Jeonghan, groaning slightly as he did.
“Are you doing evaluations at work?” He asked Yerin.
“No,” she shook her head. “Why do you ask?”
“You said someone wasn't performing to standard.”
Minghao suppressed another laugh, this one coming out more like a snort than the previous one.
“Oh,” Yerin froze. She glanced at Jeonghan, who in return offered her his most unhelpful smile.
“I was… just… the interns! I was talking about the interns,” she knew she was talking too fast, but couldn't make herself slow down. “I mean I'm not in charge of them, so it's not like I'm doing an evaluation. So I got confused when you said that. Sorry. Words, you know?”
“Yeah,” Seungcheol gave her a smile that made her shoulders relax. “I know how words can be.”
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“Are we setting women's rights back?” Dasom asked over the crinkle of garbage contained by plastic.
“What do you mean?” Yerin asked, not looking up from where she was tying a knot in the garbage bag they had just filled.
“The guys throw a party,” Dasom paused to unfurl another bag, “and here we are, the two women, cleaning up after them.”
“I see your point,” Yerin started stacking used disposable cups, emptying the dregs of abandoned drinks into one to be emptied down the sink. “But Wonu's helping.”
“Damn,” Wonwoo said from where he was kneeling to mop up one of Joshua’s spilled drinks, “can't even pass the Bechdel test. Would it help if I said you can call me unnie?”
“Just let me complain in peace,” Dasom whined.
“Sorry,” Wonwoo nodded, “I'll stop mansplaining.”
“I think it's just a case of who's not wasted,” Yerin offered.
“Combined with who's not a total asshole,” Dasom huffed. “Seokmin didn't even offer to help.”
“Okay but if he were here…” Yerin paused, glancing at Wonwoo.
“Oh you can talk shit,” he said, “he's been a dick lately.”
“Sure, we'd probably be arguing,” Dasom conceded Yerin's silent point. “But at least we'd have extra hands.”
“Josh offered to help,” Yerin pointed out. “He's just in the wasted category.”
“I'm just feeling a little pigeonholed,” Dasom said.
“Well, next time you get wasted,” Wonwoo offered, “and I'll guilt trip some of the guys into cleaning.”
Dasom cheesed at him, exaggeratedly poking at her own dimples.
“Thank you unnieeee.”
“Actually, on second thought…”
Chapter summary: Woozi knows more than he should. Things come to a head with Jeonghan and Minghao. Vernon checks in.
Rating: 🔞 the only parts of this chapter that aren't 🔞 are the very beginning and the very end 🔞
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Woozi was something of a favorite in his group of friends, and he rarely took advantage of that fact. He thought that it may be due to his quiet nature making him somewhat of a human chill-out tent given the chaotic nature of the group at large. It was just the way he was: quiet, unobtrusive, generally non-judgemental unless it was funny.
And so, he quietly, unobtrusively, and non-judgmentally retreated from the house. He grabbed Vernon's arm and pulled him back along the path, explaining that the three people they had come to check-in on had decided to nap instead of go swimming.
“Let's go,” Woozi said it casually, taking advantage of the fact that he was so rarely argued with, “the others are going to wonder where we went.”
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“I can't! Hao please…” Yerin felt a little unstable, having no choice but to trust the man behind her to not let her fall off the half-wall where he had perched her.
Jeonghan shushed Yerin's pleading, wiping the sweat that was building around her hairline.
“You're doing so well babydoll,” he murmured. “Just let Hao-yah have one more, okay?”
Minghao only hummed, his mouth otherwise occupied with luring another orgasm from Yerin’s body.
“Fuck!” Yerin cried out. “I'm gonna… ffff…”
“Go ahead my almond cake,” Jeonghan encouraged her. “He wants it so badly. Be good and give it to him.”
Jeonghan reached forward, arms stretching around Yerin's body to loop his hands under her knees. He tugged them up and back, towards their bodies, making sure Minghao had as much access as possible to do what Jeonghan suspected he might do best.
Yerin let her head fall back, resting it against Jeonghan's collarbone.
“Hannie…” she whined up at him.
“Yes, miss marshmallow?”
“It's going to…” Her eyes screwed shut suddenly as Minghao slipped another finger inside her, curling them back and forth as he laid his tongue flat and simply started shaking his head back and forth.
“I know,” Jeonghan craned his head to press a kiss to her temple. “Let go for Minghao now. He wants it. We both want it.”
Yerin let out a wordless sound, straining against the restraint of Jeonghan's hands. Her back arched off his chest, and Minghao found his face, neck, and the tiles of the bathroom beneath them flooded.
He didn't overthink it. He just opened his mouth and took his fill.
“Look at Hao-hao.”
Yerin looked down at Minghao, still on his knees below her.
He gave her a smile that she could only describe as dopey before slipping his fingers into his mouth and groaning.
“Hao-yah,” her throat felt clogged somehow.
“You taste so good noona.” Minghao leaned in again, licking her again. He moved slowly, pressing his tongue wide and fat against her as he trailed from her hole to her clit. Looking up at her, he slowly nodded up and down, the surface of his tongue gliding against her nerves, making her twitch in Jeonghan's hands.
“Ming!” She jerked. “Hao!”
Jeonghan laughed, still holding her tightly and wide open.
Minghao pulled back and smiled brightly, “yes, noona?”
“Please no more,” she whined at him. Then she turned her head to look up at Jeonghan. “Please Hannie.”
“Alright my little custard cream. Careful now.”
Jeonghan slowly lowered his arms, letting her legs touch back down to the floor.
Yerin groaned, her legs feeling weak, stiff, and more than a little shaky.
Minghao stood up in front of her, his hands immediately helping to hike her up to a more stable seat. He ran them up and back down her sides and started to gently rub the muscles in her thighs.
“Are you okay?” He asked. “Need anything?”
Yerin was struggling with words, so instead she just reached up and pulled him down to kiss her.
“Hold her for me Hao-yah,” Jeonghan spoke up behind her.
Not bothering to break from the building kiss, Minghao wrapped his arms around Yerin. He held her securely against his body, wedging himself between her legs as Jeonghan slipped away.
For a second, Yerin wondered where Jeonghan had gotten to, but she was quickly distracted by Minghao nipping her bottom lip. Her mouth opened and he quickly slipped his tongue in. She tasted herself on him and groaned.
After less than a minute, Jeonghan returned. He was just in time to hear Minghao reassuring Yerin.
“-on't need to. Making you cum like that is more than enough.”
“Please Hao-yah,” Yerin whined, “I need it.”
“Is Hao-hao being mean?” Jeonghan asked. He walked to stand next to Minghao, reaching out to run his fingers through Yerin's hair. “What do you need, candy-floss?”
Her cheeks, still pink from all the attention, flushed darker and she moved to cover her face with her hands.
“Hey now,” Minghao hunched slightly to look at her, “you were doing so well talking to me. Tell your oppa what you told me.”
“I…” Yerin squirmed slightly. “I just…”
Jeonghan took her wrists in his hands and shouldered Minghao away from her. He immediately took up the vacant position between her legs. Quickly transferring both wrists into one hand, he used his free hand to tilt Yerin's chin up to look at him.
“Tell me,” he demanded.
Yerin's eyelids fluttered slightly at his tone. He sounded stern but still gentle - like he expected absolutely no argument, but without any sort of bite or threat behind it.
She swallowed, a “hnngh” sound catching in her throat.
Jeonghan tilted his head, watching her closely. “Are you going to make me guess?”
“She's shy,” Minghao wrapped himself around Jeonghan's back. “Be nice Hannie.”
“I'm nice,” Jeonghan insisted. “Aren't I nice, my tasty tiramisu?”
Yerin nodded, a little hypnotized by the way that Minghao's hands had started sliding over Jeonghan's chest.
“See? She thinks I'm nice. Now,” Jeonghan tapped her cheek with the index finger of the hand that was still holding her chin.
She lifted her eyes to meet his.
“Tell me what you want.”
She licked her lips and took a breath before speaking. She shook her hands, still captured in one of his.
“Can I touch you?”
Jeonghan dropped his hold on her wrists, grinning, “please do.”
He let his hands fall to rest on her thighs, leaving space for her to do as she pleased.
Reaching up with both hands, she slid them under his shirt and settled them on his shoulders. Tugging him forward, she pressed her lips to his.
Jeonghan didn't resist. His fingers dug into her thighs slightly with anticipation.
As their mouths moved against each other, Yerin experimentally let her hands slide down his chest. She paused to let her thumbs swipe over his nipples.
He groaned at the contact and lifted one of his hands to wind into her hair, pulling her closer to bite at her lower lip.
She let her hands fall lower, running into Minghao at the waistband of Jeonghan's swim shorts. She paused again, slipping a single finger under the elastic band.
Jeonghan held her in place by her hair, refusing to let up on kissing her as he just nodded.
She tucked her hand under the waistband and was immediately met with warm flesh and precum smearing against the back of her hand. She twisted her wrist to take hold of him, making him groan into her mouth again.
She felt something else.
Another hand, one of Minghao's, judging by the angle of its descent, joined hers. They took a few strokes along Jeonghan together before it departed, seeking something further down.
Yerin wasn't certain what Minghao did next, but it made Jeonghan gasp and shudder. He broke the kiss and slumped against her, burying his face in the crook of her neck as he whimpered softly.
After a few moments taking in Jeonghan's sounds and keeping some of the most intense eye contact she had ever experienced with Minghao, Yerin spoke up.
“Want you inside.”
“Which one?” Minghao teased her.
“Either,” she pleaded, “both. I don't care, just please fill me up.”
“Ah fuck,” Jeonghan moaned before biting her shoulder.
“Careful noona,” Minghao spoke teasingly. “If you say things like that you'll make Hannie cum.”
Jeonghan quickly revealed that the reason he had left before was to grab condoms out of his bag. Moving as fast as his shaky hands would let him, he tore one off the strip and bit the packet open. Slapping both of his companions’ hands away, he rolled it on and settled back in place between Yerin's legs.
“You sure?” He double checked.
“If you don't, I'll go ask Mingyu.”
“I'm right here you know,” Minghao grumbled behind her.
He had circled around the low wall, taking Jeonghan's former position behind Yerin, and wrapped his arms around her. He dragged his teeth against her ear and locked one of his hands onto his other wrist, acting as a safety harness as Jeonghan prepared himself.
“And you refused earliieeeeuugghhhffffffuck Hannie!”
“So good,” Jeonghan murmured into Yerin's neck.
He panted against her skin for a moment before tentatively pulling back, only to quickly slip himself back into place.
“Hannie!”
“Sorry,” he mumbled as he found his pace, “s'good… t'good…”
Minghao was moving again, looping one arm under Yerin's knee, widening the accessway for Jeonghan. His other hand crept down her body to start strumming against her clit.
“Fuck fuck fuck fu…” Yerin whined.
“Doing so good noona,” Minghao praised her. “Taking Hannie so good.”
“Can't fuckin’ believe how good my sweet little cream puff feels,” Jeonghan babbled. “Hao-yah, you're so fucking stupid for not fucking her. God damn.”
“I know how badly you wanted it Hannie,” Minghao replied. He burrowed his face back into Yerin's neck, leaving a trail of kisses wherever he could reach between words. “Besides, I already got to taste her.”
Jeonghan sunk into Yerin about halfway and paused. He lifted a hand to reach for Minghao.
“Let me taste, Hao-hao.”
Yerin was trapped between their bodies as they both pressed in closer to kiss over her shoulder.
Jeonghan's hips stuttered, slowed, and picked up speed again before finally coming to a halt. He groaned as he teased her with tiny jerking motions.
Minghao kept his one hand sliding back and forth over Yerin's clit.
“Please Hannie,” Yerin whined, “don't stop yet.”
“Don't worry,” Jeonghan gasped as he broke away from Minghao. “I just don't want to cum too soon.”
He leaned back, staring downwards in hopes of watching himself slowly pump in and out.
“Fuck, dolly, lean back against Hao for me.” He reinforced his request by pushing against her shoulder.
Minghao took a second to whisper something into her ear before he moved to grant Jeonghan's wish.
Yerin felt a bit of an ache in her tailbone and neck as Minghao quickly readjusted his grip on her to more fully support her as she was tilted against him. She gripped onto his arms tightly, looking up from where her head was now awkwardly pressing against his stomach.
“I've got you noona,” Minghao smiled down at her. “Promise.”
Jeonghan drew hips back, fully unsheathing himself from Yerin so that he could lay his dick against her body.
“Look at that,” his erection thudded against her a few times for emphasis. “Look how deep I'm going to be.”
Yerin did as he asked, watching his cock bounce against her, wondering for a moment how much he had been holding back previously.
“You ready for me, sweet doll?” Jeonghan asked. “Ready to feel all of me this time?”
Yerin put on her best innocent smile and said the words Minghao had told her to use.
“Wanna feel you cum, sir.”
Jeonghan huffed and moved his hands down to her entrance.
“Careful dolly.” He used his thumbs to spread her open, angling his hips to make sure his tip was aligned correctly. “If you talk like that I might burst the damn condom.”
With that, he slammed home.
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Yerin's legs were now truly turned to rubber. She tried her best to hop down from her perch and ended nearly immediately on the floor instead. She felt hands on her arms, and another at the back of her head acting as a barrier between it and the edge of the half-wall. Jeonghan crouched next to her, while Minghao was still behind the wall.
“I can't stand up,” she stated the obvious.
“That's okay my…” Jeonghan's forehead wrinkled and lips pursed as he thought.
“Have you done puff pastry yet?” Minghao asked.
“I can't remember.”
“Hao-yah,” Yerin interrupted them.
Minghao leaned forward, looking down at her from behind the wall.
“Come over here,” she grinned up at him. “I need to suck you off.”
Jeonghan laughed, falling backwards, off his feet and landing next to her.
Minghao simply sat on the half-wall and rotated to jump down on the side that Jeonghan and Yerin were on.
“You don't need to do that,” he wasn't very convincing, seeing as how his thumbs were looped into the waistband of his swim shorts. He tugged them dangerously low on his hips.
Yerin slowly positioned herself between his legs, running her hands up from his knees to tuck her own fingers into the waistband. She didn't pull them down yet though.
Instead, she leaned her head against him. Through the fabric, she felt his hardness against her cheek as she looked up at him with a small pout.
“But I want to.” She rubbed her cheek against him. “Please Hao-yah?”
His throat bobbed as he swallowed thickly. Reaching down, he ran soft fingers through her hair. He nodded.
After another teasing nuzzle, Yerin tugged his swim shorts down.
Between the two of them, Yerin realized that she may have made the wrong choice of which man to put in her mouth.
Despite without a doubt being fully erect, Minghao's cock hung, weighed down by its own mass. Yerin looked up from under it and found herself saying the sort of thing that usually made her roll her eyes in porn.
“Jesus…” she lifted a hand and held it next to her face. “This thing is like the size of my arm.”
Minghao blushed.
Jeonghan laughed again, though less chaotically this time.
“You really don't have to,” Minghao muttered. “I can take care of it myself.”
“No,” Yerin took a second to lick a stripe along the length of him. “I said I wanted to.”
With that, she fit her mouth over the tip, and started slowly running her tongue in circles around it.
A combined whimper and moan forced itself from Minghao as he gripped the edge of the wall tightly.
“Does he taste good?” Jeonghan asked from next to Yerin.
She nodded and hummed, taking a bit more into her mouth and starting to bob her head forward and backward.
“Such a sweet girl,” Jeonghan coaxed her on, running a hand through her hair.
Yerin's eyes shifted to look at Jeonghan, her eyebrows furrowed slightly.
“Don't worry noona,” Minghao said, “Hannie knows better than to force it, right Hannie?”
“I would never,” Jeonghan agreed. “Just think of me as moral support for my doll.”
Yerin would have shrugged, if she wasn't so focused on the task at hand. She turned her eyes back to Minghao, seeing him take his bottom lip between his lips when she made eye contact. Encouraged by that, she took more of him back, pressing until she nearly gagged.
“There you go baby,” Jeonghan slid even closer to her, watching closely. After a few seconds, his hand tightened in her hair and pulled her off of Minghao.
Yerin gulped for air.
“Slow down,” Jeonghan leaned in and bit her lip before kissing her, “you've gotta pace yourself.”
He kissed her again, open mouthed and sloppy. His free hand reached up and circled around Minghao's length. Both goals within hand, Jeonghan kept his mouth on Yerin's as he directed the both of them towards Minghao's now leaking cock.
Minghao let out another of those whimpery sounds as both mouths met his sensitive flesh.
Yerin was a little confused about what to do for a moment, but with a little guidance from Jeonghan she found a new rhythm. The two of them let their tongues meet and separate, each of them to one side of Minghao's length. Sometimes they moved together, as if trying to kiss around or through the obstacle. Other times they moved independently, taking care of different sections.
Jeonghan's hand dropped from the base of Minghao's cock to fondle his testicles, soon following it with his tongue.
Taking the freed up space, Yerin found herself once again engulfing Minghao in her mouth.
A higher pitched whimper tumbled out of Minghao at the dual sensations. After just a few moments, his legs started shaking.
“I'mgonnacumsoon,” he forced the words out in a rush. “Fuck I…”
Jeonghan moved with purpose. He tugged Yerin back slightly and pushed in closer against her.
She didn't recall when either of them had lost their shirts, but their bare chests rubbed against each other. Jeonghan shuddered slightly from the stimulation against his nipples.
But he was on a mission. He pulled and pushed, again positioning the two of them to be mouthing on either side of Minghao's erection. The very nature of it was messy, but he played it up just slightly by purposely drooling. He knew how the angle would look from Minghao's perspective. Messy, wet, strings of fluid connecting all three of them.
“Fuck I'm… fuck!” Minghao was trying his hardest to hold back, wanting to prolong the moment.
Jeonghan broke away to speak quickly.
“He can cum on us, right babydoll?”
Yerin nodded, speaking around Minghao.
“Cum for us Hao-hao.”
Jeonghan smirked and went back to work on his friend, also speaking against his skin.
“Want it.”
Jeonghan and Yerin seemed to come to an agreement. They both slid a hand up to touch Minghao. Jeonghan's stayed on his balls, while Yerin's jerked the slicked length of him.
“I'm gonna… I… fuck…” Minghao was panting, his stomach clenching.
“Cum on our faces Hao-yah,” Jeonghan pleaded.
“Give it to us,” Yerin asked.
“Please Hao.”
“We want it.”
“Wanna taste it.”
“Right here.”
They both alternated, pleading and sticking their tongues out.
With a final cry of “god fuck damn” Minghao let himself cum. Most of it completely missed the both of them, managing to spurt cleanly between the two of them. But a secondary string landed securely across Yerin's tongue and cheek.
Immediately, Jeonghan was on her. He licked her cheek, plowing the liquid towards and into her mouth before kissing her again. He moaned into her mouth, tongue swirling through her mouth with abandon as he leaned closer and closer until Yerin found herself pushed onto her back with him settled between her knees.
He was beginning to rut against her, completely ready to go for another round, when three loud knocks sounded against the bathroom door.
“The rest of them are going to be back in a few minutes,” Woozi's voice came through the door. “I fucking ran up here pretending I had to use the bathroom just to warn you guys. You fucking owe me. You hear me Yoon Jeonghan?!”
“Loud and clear,” Jeonghan yelled over his shoulder.
“Thank you Woozi-hyung!” Minghao called out weakly.
Yerin stayed silent, completely mortified.
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“Hey,” Vernon poked his head into the room where Yerin had hidden away. “You feeling okay?”
Yerin hummed noncommittally.
“I brought you some dinner.”
He didn't wait for an answer. Pushing through the doorway, he carried a plate and a bowl, both full of food. He carefully walked around the sleeping bags, and sat down next to Yerin.
She sat up, not quite able to make eye contact as she picked up the plate.
“Thanks.”
“Yeah,” Vernon nodded, “no problem.”
They sat in silence as she ate.
Vernon watched her carefully for a few minutes before finally speaking again.
“You're not actually sick, are you?”
Yerin choked on her food slightly.
Vernon quickly tugged a water bottle out from his hoodie pocket and handed it to her.
She took it and started chugging it, trying to think of how to change the subject.
“Listen, Seokmin's a dick and all but…” Vernon shrugged. “I missed you at dinner.”
Yerin wiped her hand across her mouth, drying the water at the corners of her lips.
“Really?”
“Yeah,” Vernon panicked slightly, “I mean… we all did. You know? Dasom and Seungcheol a… and Woozi… you know.”
Yerin blushed at the mention of Woozi. She had no idea how much Woozi knew, or had overheard. She didn't think he was the type to go gossiping about it. After all, he had gone on ahead of the others just to warn them, right? Yeah… he was probably not going to say anything to anyone else.
“... have you there than him, to be honest.”
Yerin hummed again, hoping that response made sense to whatever Vernon had been saying.
“So, let's not let him ruin the weekend, okay?”
He was probably talking about Seokmin still.
“I'm just embarrassed,” Yerin said. Which was true enough, just not entirely related to Seokmin at this point.
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about,” Vernon protested. “Who gives a shit if you read spicy books or whatever, we all have our things. Who gives a shit? Seokmin can eat a bag of dicks for all I care.”
Yerin couldn't help but giggle at that.
Vernon smiled at her, glad he could get her to loosen up a little bit at least.
“Is he why you skipped swimming?”
“Kind of.”
“Well that was pointless,” Vernon grimaced, “I'm pretty sure him and Seneca were hooking up the whole time. Neither of them came.”
Yerin frowned, taking an extra minute to finish chewing and swallow before speaking.
“Even with Chan here?”
“Like either of them actually care about that,” Vernon shrugged. “I'm surprised you didn't hear them. It's not like this place is made with soundproofing in mind.”
I keep remembering i haven't posted the last third of the camping trip arc for Aju Nice I really gotta get my shit together
Apologies in advance for making DK a weirdo incel nice guy type ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
WIP Wednesday Smonday
Kiwi write non-sarcastic friend dynamics challenge level impossible
Aju Nice!
Vernon likes his coworker, but his subtle signs are dismissed as friendship.
Yerin is convinced she's too big for anyone to be interested in her.
Luckily for Yerin, and much to Vernon's growing dismay, chubby chasers seem to flock together - and his friends are much more obvious about their intentions.
Rating: 🔞
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Aju Nice!
Non-idol AU, genfic, Vernon centric (kind of???), 🔞
Warnings: none in this chapter, but it will QUICKLY become a sex thing. Like, next chapter quickly.
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“Stop overthinking it,” Vernon wheedled, “its just my friends.”
“Exactly!” Yerin paused in packing away her work. “You bully me every day at work. What if that’s the feather that makes you flock together?”
“What does that even mean? Just grab your dusty ass jacket, and let's goooooooo.”
“You’re sure they’ll be nice?” Yerin toyed with the hem of her jacket, tugging it down just a little bit further.
They both knew why she was asking. It was the obvious thing. The thing that made them become friends in the first place. The thing so many people commented on, but Vernon had never even mentioned.
“I texted the groupchat to tell them to be on their best behavior,” he reached out, stretching up on his toes slightly as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Only I am allowed to be mean to you.”
He tugged her down to his level, leading her by a loose headlock for a few steps. He quickly switched to grabbing her by the hand, tugging her closer to the designated meet-up spot before she could start worrying again.
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“Whats up little man?” A thin man greeted them as they approached. He appeared to be pretending to take a smoke break, the stick of a lollipop hanging from between his lips as he spoke.
Vernon rolled his eyes, groaning.
“Hyung...”
“What?” the man challenged, “what’s wrong? What di... ah...”
He paused, eyes landing on the girl next to Vernon.
“I didn’t know you were bringing someone.”
She stepped forward from where she had been somewhat hiding behind Vernon.
“Hi, I’m Yerin,” she introduced herself, “I work with Vernon.”
“I literally texted the groupchat,” Vernon muttered, accurately predicting that he would be ignored by the both of them.
“From work... okay,” the man hummed, nodding before starting to introduce himself. “My name i-”
“He’s a pain in my ass,” Vernon interrupted him, “but we usually call him Jeonghan.”
“Hey!” Jeonghan swatted at Vernon’s shoulder, “Thats Jeonghan-hyung! Brat.”
Yerin swallowed her anxiety, stepping in to stop the obviously brewing bickering.
“So you’re also older than Vernon.”
“Also?” Jeonghan paused from trying to kick Vernon in the shin. He quickly recomposed himself as he continued, “yeah... what year are you?”
“I’m a ‘96. You?”
He paused, giving Yerin a not inconspicuous once over before smirking and answering.
“’95.”
Vernon audibly groaned, not only at being ignored, but at recognizing his hyung entering flirtation mode. He rolled his eyes, extra annoyed at the blush spreading across Yerin’s cheeks at the attention.
“Hmm,” Yerin hummed, tilting her head in a deniably flirtatious manner, “how would you like me to call you?”
Jeonghan made a show of licking his lips before answering, “if I say oppa, will I have to pay for your drinks?”
Yerin stood up straight, turned off by his lack of subtlety.
“How about I call you Jeonghan? And I'll pay for my own drinks?”
“Ah,” he shrugged off the change in her attitude, “but then who’s responsible for the baby?”
“I can pay for my own drinks!” Vernon puffed. “Noona, come on...” he snuck his arm through Yerin’s elbow, meaning to pull her into the karaoke bar.
Jeonghan stretched an arm across the doorway, blocking their way. He stared down at his friend, wearing a smile that seemed slightly disingenuous.
“Vernon,” his tone was playfully stern, “we were in the middle of negotiations.”
“I'll pay for both of your drinks if we can just go inside already!” Vernon cried out in exasperation.
Jeonghan dropped his arm, bowing and gesturing them both to enter.
“That sounds perfect,” Jeonghan winked at Yerin before nodding towards the a small passageway past the receptionist’s desk. “Down there.”
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There appeared to be approximately 50, but in reality probably closer to 20, people in the room when Yerin and Vernon entered. Introductions passed in a blur, Yerin remembering only a few names at a time. it didn’t help that there seemed to be several sets of friends with similar looks.
The men in the group by far outnumbered the women, and there was some talk on “that hyung” or “that one” not having arrived yet. It was unclear how many people were supposed to be with the group by the end.
Yerin noticed that a number of the women first gave her the cold stare of evaluation that she was so familiar with. As predicted, it softened to a confident smirk when they reached her belly or lingered on her arms or thighs. It was a situation she was well acquainted with - being measured up and immediately dismissed as competition. She pulled her jacket down again, hiding the non-existent gap between her shirt and slacks.
“Hi, I'm Dasom.” One of the girls introduced herself, bringing Yerin a glass of beer. She carried a shot in her other hand, offering it up as well.
“Oh,” Yerin accepted the glass, then shook her head at the shot, “thank you. I’m Yerin.”
“Good choice,” Dasom turned slightly, offering the shot to Vernon.
He took it with a mumbled thanks before tossing it back.
“You have to pace yourself with these guys.”
It became clear very quickly that Dasom was more interested in talking to Vernon than making new friends, but it was also obvious that she was too nice to cut Yerin out of the conversation. So, Yerin took it upon herself to give them some room, excusing herself by saying she wanted to look through the songs on offer.
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Yerin found herself eventually sitting next to one of the shorter boys, trying to remember his name.
“You're... don't remind me, I know it,” she paused to look over the face in front of her.
Wide eyes, slightly chubby cheeks, definitely younger than herself.
“Hoshi?”
“Augh!” the man flung his head back with a dramatically anguished sound.
“Sorry! Let me try again,” she pleaded, “I can get this.”
“I’m way more built than him,” the man pouted.
“Okay, okay, just let me remember...”
She was at a loss. Looking him over, she pulled adjectives out of the air to describe him. The denim jacket matched his jeans, lending him a casual look. His singlet hung a little loose, revealing a silver chain with what appeared to be a dog tag on it. None of these things helped her remember which name belonged to the man in front of her.
“Woozi?”
The man’s expression fell into a flat and unamused grimace.
“Ah, I’m sorry!” She whined, trying to sound cute to soothe the annoyance that was obvious in the man’s lax body language. Quickly, she grabbed one of the bottles scattered on the table and filled his cup.
“Noona is sorry, really,” she kept a pout on her face, softening her syllables in that cutesy way she knew that a not insignificant percentage of men found attractive for reasons unknown to her.
“Here,” she held the cup towards him, “noona is really sorry. I met too many people tonight.”
As he accepted the drink, Yerin cast her gaze around the room. She spotted Vernon. He was nodding, listening to Dasom say something into his ear. Their eyes met for a moment, and Yerin laughed as Vernon blushed slightly while giving her the same tight smile he would sometimes shoot her when he was on the phone at work. She shook her head slightly, hoping to indicate that she was fine where she was.
“So,” the voice of the man next to her brought her focus back. “Can I just remind you now? Or do you want to insult me again?”
“It’s probably best for you to just tell me.”
“Lee Chan.”
She groaned, making a show of it for Chan.
“I thought the Lee was Seokmin?”
“You can remember that, but you can’t remember my name?”
“I’m trying!” She insisted, “there are too many people here!”
A drunken tangle of limbs in the approximate shape of a man fell onto the seat on the other side of Chan.
“Okay, okay, Ill help you. That hyung there, his name starts with siyeot.”
Yerin looked the man over. Another of the shorter ones, with round cheeks.
“Soonyoung?”
“Seungkwan,” Chan corrected her.
“Then who’s Soonyoung?”
“Hoshi,” he shrugged.
“Hoshi is tiger,” the limbs offered, as if that explained everything.
“Tiger...” Yerin muttered, scanning the crowd. Spotting the most feline face available, she pointed.
“So that’s Hoshi?”
“That’s Minghao,” Chan said.
“I thought Minghao wasn’t here yet.”
“No,” Chan shook his head, “Mingyu isnt here yet.”
“I miss Mingyu,” the limbs stated.
“Okay, so you’re Chan... that’s Seungkwan... that’s Minghao... then who’s Hoshi?”
“Hoshi’s the short one.”
Yerin shot Chan an annoyed look for that extremely unhelpful explanation.
“Hoshi is tiger!” the limbs insisted.
She scanned the room once again. There were two men left that Chan could get away with describing as short. one of them definitely looked more catlike than the other.
“The one all in black? With the hair tied back?”
“That’s Woozi.”
“Now do me!” the limbs demanded.
“She cant even see your face hyung,” Chan nudged the leg nearest him.
The limbs waved wildly, straightening out and organizing themselves more fully into the shape of a human being. An embroidered zip-up hoodie was stripped off, with the sort of drunk confidence that showed that this man was certain that revealing his t-shirt and forearms would make Yerin’s task easier.
It did not.
“Um... I want to say Wonwoo?”
Chan burst into giggles.
The skinny man pouted, but then shook his head.
“People always mix them up,” Chan explained once his laughter subsided, “this is Lee Seokmin.”
“Okay, so if people often mix them up that means that the one singing right now is Wonwoo, right?”
“Right,” Chan nodded, smiling as he lifted his cup. “You'll know us all in no time.”
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“You okay?” Vernon triple checked as they waited for a taxi. “We don’t have to go. I know clubbing isn’t really your thing.”
“It could be my thing,” Yerin shrugged. She noticed Dasom giving them a curious look, as she shivered in the night air.
“Besides, I know you'd leave if I left, and then Dasom would be sad.”
“Dasom?” Vernon looked confused, “why woul-”
“Dasom-ah,” Yerin called out, “come here if you're cold. Here,” she tugged at Vernon’s jacket, stripping it off from his shoulders. “I'm sure Vernon won't mind you wearing his clothes.”
“Oh!” Dasom came closer, “are you sure?”
“Of course,” Yerin nodded, now wrapping the jacket around the other girl’s shoulders. She ignored the confused noises that Vernon was making beside them. She leaned in closer to Dasom, whispering into her ear, “he’s a little slow to notice things.”
“Thank you unnie,” Dasom blushed before turning to face Vernon, “and thank you oppa!”
Yerin shot Dasom another smile before pretending that she had to go continue a conversation with a nearby group.
“Ah,” the man with thick eyebrows took note of her actions, “good. I was worried that I may have made a mistake inviting Dasom.”
“They’re cute together,” Yerin shrugged, “no mistakes there.”
“Oh, no,” the cat-like Minghao spoke up, “we were afraid he might have gotten a girlfriend without telling us yet.”
Yerin turned her full attention on the group she had attached herself to.
“Vernon?” She shook her head. “He’s been single for as long as we’ve worked together.”
“He means you,” Jeonghan stated.
Yerin felt her face contort in confusion. She blinked rapidly, pursing her lips as she thought over the words. She grimaced, shaking her head before speaking up again.
“No,” she tried to rein in her facial expression, fearing it may border on an insulting level of disgust, “we...” she shook her head, trying to free herself from the very thought. “That would never... no.”
Minghao and Jeonghan laughed. Eyebrows just watched the three of them for a moment before answering.
“Good. Will you ride with us then?” One of those fuzzy lines lifted, “to give them some privacy in their taxi?”
“Sure,” Yerin dug her phone from her pocket, “let me just give him a heads up.”
Eyebrows nodded, peeking down at the message she typed out.
To: Brrrnon
I’ll ride with Jeonghan, Minghao, and eyebrows. Don’t be scared to flirt! She likes you!
“Eyebrows?” eyebrows asked.
“Oh, yeah,” Yerin smiled sheepishly, “sorry. Too many people tonight, you know?”
Thankfully, he laughed it off.
“No problem,” he nodded, “but you can call me Seungcheol.”
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