Hello, @chrizzztopherbang! So, it turns out I'm your secret stay hehe i am sorry it took so long (i worked till the 19th so...) but now it's here and i hope you enjoy it. Thanks @emmiesoverthemoon & @makeitworse for having me in your cute event. Hope you all had a nice Christmas and wish you a happy new year 💜
Pairing: non idol, bf! chan x non idol, ex! felix x fem reader
Warnings: MDNI -> angst-ish, smut, threesome, double penetration, voyeurism, mxm, possessive/jealous chan, i think that's all
Word count: 4.3k (sorry)
Alexa, play Trust by Alina Baraz
“Babe… I kinda want us to try a threesome”
You said it casually, legs draped over Chan’s lap as you both watched EXchange on tv. His fingers moved slowly up and down your bare leg, his hair messy, eyes heavy with sleep.
Chan didn’t even bother looking at you before smiling softly, “Anything my baby wants”, he said, tugging you closer, completely whipped for you.
He didn’t ask who, or why. No, he trusted you blindly, and the only thing he wanted was to see you bright and happy—- he’d literally give you anything. So on the day you agreed, he was kind of excited.
“So”, he started, walking behind you down the hallway when the doorbell rang, “who did you invite, babe? A guy, a girl? I’m down for anything you’re curious about”
You wrapped your hand around the doorknob, your throat tightening slightly. Of course Chan wouldn’t be mad at you, but he definitely wouldn’t be happy to see who your guest was.
“Let’s say it’s… an acquaintance”
The curiosity on his face faltered just a little, “Please don’t tell me it’s Lee Minho. I know you two are good friends, but I swear he has an obsession with my ass”
You laughed under your breath, “In Minho’s defense… you do have a nice ass, babe”, he blushed, giggling at the compliment, “But no, it’s not Minho”, you reassured him.
“Well then, open the damn door already”, he said, voice brightening again
You took a deep breath and opened it. Felix stood there— your ex. His silver hair was tousled under the hood of his hoodie, catching the hallway light. His eyes burned with hunger, and his smirk screamed confidence.
Naturally, Chan froze. His smile melted away, his jaw dropped, all that excitement turning into disappointment. So much he could barely breathe.
“Hey”, Felix said, his tone low and confident, “Long time no see”
You swallowed, trying not to feel guilty, “Lixie… come in”
Felix stepped inside your place like he already had done a thousand times before. You had history— hot, complicated history that Chan knew existed. And because of that, Felix was the last person he’d ever had expected.
Chan finally found his voice when Felix’s eyes lingered on you for a little too long, “Babe”, he said quietly, eyes locked on Felix, “Can we, hum… talk for a second?”
You gently grabbed his arm, “Channie…”
“No, it’s fine”, he forced a smile, “Let’s just… clear something up”
But the moment he pulled you to the kitchen, you could feel his restraint right at the edge of breaking, “Your ex, babe?!”, he whisper shouted, jaw clenched, “Of all people, you invited your ex?!”
You didn’t even get the chance to answer because Felix leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching you with a dangerous smirk, like he knew exactly what he was doing to Chan. That’s when Chan stepped forward and grabbed Felix by the collar, slamming him back against the door.
“Don’t”, Chan growled, furious, “look at her like that”
Felix’s smirk only widened, “Why? Afraid she’ll remember how good we were together?”
He knew exactly what he was doing, poking straight at Chan’s jealousy. Felix tilted his head, still teasing, “You sure you can handle sharing her, Chris?"
‘Chris’, nobody ever called him that and it only made his grip tighten
You grabbed Chan’s arm, silently begging him to loosen Felix’s collar, “Babe…”
He didn’t look at you at first. His pulse was wild, breath unsteady, eyes burning, too busy staring Felix down like he could burn a hole straight through his freckled face. When he finally looked at you, his voice shook, “Baby…”, he whispered, “You really want him here?”
And yes— you did. Not just because of history, but because the idea of seeing them both wanting you, competing for you, lit something dark and depraved in your core. Something you’d tried to hide and failed completely.
“Yes”, you answered honestly.
Felix’s lips curled in satisfaction. Chan swallowed hard, like the answer knocked the air out of him.
“Fine”, he said, stepping back and letting Felix breathe, “But if we’re gonna do this…”, his eyes shifted to Felix, lethal, “He only gets to touch when I say”
Felix raised an eyebrow, amused, “So now you think you can control me too?”
Chan grabbed his hoodie again, dragging him closer until their noses almost touched, “I’m not asking”, Chan growled, “If she wants this, we do it my way”
“And what if she touches me first?”, Felix asked shamelessly.
Chan’s voice dropped, darker, “I said what I said”
Felix looked over Chan’s shoulder at you, “Then I hope your boy can keep his girl’s hands to herself”, that made your heart feel like it was about to jump out of your throat.
Chan let Felix go once more, then turned to you, grabbing your waist and pulling you against his side like he needed it, “Baby”, he murmured, “if we’re doing this… I need you on my team”
You cupped his jaw, feeling him melt instantly, “I’m always on your team”, you assured him.
Felix scoffed quietly, “Could’ve fooled me”
Chan spun so fast Felix actually straightened, surprised.
“Second rule”, Chan growled, “You don’t talk unless I let you”
Felix opened his mouth to argue but then ended up smirking instead, “Alright, Chris. Show me how you want to play”
Chan’s hand slid down to your hip. You could feel him trembling— a mix of jealousy, aggression, and possessiveness, “Bedroom”, he ordered, voice and posture shifting instantly, “Now”
None of you— not even Felix —dared to disobey.
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The moment the bedroom door closed behind the three of you, Chan didn’t waste a single second. He grabbed your face with one hand and kissed you like his life depended on it. He was furious, starving, and he made sure you felt it through the way his tongue claimed your mouth, pulling a whimper out of you, swallowing every sound you made. He kissed you like he needed to prove a point— that you were his, that Felix wasn’t a threat, that he still owned every part of you.
Felix watched from a few steps away, hands buried in his hoodie pockets, heat creeping up his neck as he fought every instinct telling him to step forward and slide his tongue into your mouth instead. But he couldn’t, not until Chan allowed it.
When Chan finally broke the kiss with a sharp gasp, his eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. He looked straight at Felix as he spoke against your mouth, “You see this?”, he rasped, “She’s mine. Mine, not yours… at least, not anymore”
Felix’s lips curled in a teasing smirk, “Never said she wasn’t, Channie boy”
Of course Chan hated the tone, hated the mocking nickname. And of course it only made him rougher. He yanked your shirt up and over your head, letting it fall to the floor, then your pants, your bra and panties, stripping you at lightning speed, determined to win whatever silent challenge was escalating.
But Felix was hard to beat, cause the moment he saw you bare, he exhaled softly through his nose, his voice low and sinful like always, “As pretty as I remember”
Chan shot him a cold, lethal look, hissing through clenched teeth, “I said no talking”
Then Chan’s hands curled around your waist as he leaned in, lips brushing your ear, “On the bed”, he ordered, even though he shoved you on the mattress himself.
Your body sank into the sheets as he pressed in behind you. You could feel his hot breath against your neck, “You wanted this”, he whispered, “So you’re gonna take it now”. Then he looked at Felix, “And you, you’re gonna watch”
Chan’s hand slid down your thigh, spreading you open, positioning you exactly how he wanted you— chest low, ass up, just perfect. He pulled away just long enough to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants, never breaking eye contact with Felix. Then he pushed into you in one deep thrust that forced a moan from low in your throat. Your fingers grasped the sheets like your life depended on it as he started thrusting roughly from behind.
Chan groaned low in your ear, “Fuck, babygirl… you always take me so well”
From the corner of the room, Felix watched with a lazy smile tugging at his lips, “Damn… feels like Chris here is trying to prove something”
Chan slammed into you harder, the sounds filthy, the sight obscene. He stared straight into Felix’s soul as he thrust again— deep, possessive.
“Oh, I am proving something”, Chan said through gritted teeth, “Watch closely”
His grip on your waist tightened, each thrust rougher than the last. Your body rocked with the force, breath breaking into helpless whimpers as he fucked you. Felix leaned back against the wall, arms crossed, eyes locked on the way your bodies moved together.
“You know…”, Felix started, his voice dangerously calm, “she wasn’t this loud with me”
Chan’s rhythm faltered for half a second. Then he thrusted harder than before, a growl ripping from his chest as he locked eyes with Felix, “She wasn’t getting this”, Chan shot back, “I’m giving her something you never did”
“Careful,” Felix murmured,“You might fuck her so good she forgets I’m even here”
Chan let out a breathless, disbelieving laugh, “That’s the whole fucking point”
But his rhythm slowed when you started clenching around his length. Not because he was satisfied or he had proven enough— because he had promised you that Felix would get to participate too. And a promise made to you was something he would never break.
His breath moved away from your neck, hands slipping from your waist down to your hips, holding you close as he pressed himself against you one last time, staying deep inside you for a last, reluctant moment. Then he pulled out slowly, against his own will.
Felix raised an eyebrow, amused, “Giving up already, Chris?”
Chan shot him a look that could’ve killed and then exhaled, “No”, he said quietly, almost regretting agreeing to this in the first place, “I made a rule. And I’m sticking to it”
Chan sat down on the bed, helping you up and pulling you to sit between his legs, your back resting against his chest. You could feel his heavy breathing— a mix of physical euphoria and anger. He wrapped his arms around your waist, protective, possessive, and spoke without even looking at the other man.
“Felix”, he cleared his throat, swallowing the lump in it, “you can touch her now”
Felix slowly pushed himself off the wall slowly like a black cat, eyes locked on your trembling thighs, “Touch how?”, he asked, pretending an innocence he absolutely didn’t have.
Chan’s hand slid down your stomach, parting your legs for the silver haired boy, holding them open with a grip firm enough to make you lose your mind, “Eat her out”, Chan ordered, “That’s all”
Felix sucked in his bottom lip, struggling to breathe, then knelt between your legs, the mattress sinking under his weight. You felt Chan’s heartbeat hammering against your back— he was tense, but also restless, fighting to stay in control.
Felix’s hands wrapped around the back of your thighs, then he looked up at Chan, “You sure about this, Chris?”, Felix teased, his smile never leaving his face, “I’m good with my tongue. She might forget about you for a bit”
Chan’s arms tightened around you, breath shaking, “Just do it”, he said.
Felix smirked once more and then his mouth closed around you. The abrupt pleasure forced a broken moan from your throat, hips jerking forward, but Chan held you still, hands pinning your thighs open as Felix sucked devastatingly slow. He moaned against you, the deep sound vibrating through your entire body. And Chan froze.
He watched Felix’s tongue work on you, watched your head fall back against his shoulder, listened to the wet, obscene sounds filling the room. He should’ve felt threatened, furious, but instead— a whimper slipped from his lips. His breath, already uneven,got heavier, and you felt his hard memeber, twitch against your back.
“Fuck…” , Chan whispered, barely audible, “Why is this…”, he cut himself off when Felix flicked his tongue just right and your whole body arched.
Felix glanced up at him mid suck, lips wet with your arousal, “You like watching, Chris?”
Chan stuttered against your ear, “Yeah…”, he admitted.
Felix didn’t smirk this time, he just bit his lip and went back to devouring you.
Chan’s hips rolled forward instinctively, pressing himself against you, “Baby… I… fuck… I didn’t think… watching him eat you would be…”
Felix moaned against you again, louder this time, filthier and Chan grabbed your thighs harder, breath shaking even more. You grabbed the silver locks, tugging for relief, as Felix’s tongue pressed faster, circling insistently.
Chan let out a low, shaky groan, one that surprised even himself. He buried his face in your neck, panting, voice wrecked, “D-don’t… don’t stop”, Chan whispered. But not to you, to Felix.
Felix only smiled against you. And of course— he obeyed.
When Felix slid two fingers inside you— It was over. A sharp, broken cry ripped out of you as you came hard, trembling violently while he moaned into you, tasting everything as you came undone against his tongue.
Chan’s arms wrapped around you, steadying you, whispering, “That’s it, baby… good girl… give it to him…”, your body melted back against his chest, spent, shaking.
Felix slowed, licking you till the last drop. And when it was over, he lifted his head— his lips and chin were wet, pupils blown, breath uneven, “fuck… you still taste so sweet”
And Chan? he couldn't hold back anymore— he grabbed Felix’s hoodie by the collar again and commanded, “Come here”.
Felix wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, stepping in between your legs as Chan slid his hand up the back of your head and turned your face toward Felix, “Kiss her”, he demanded, “Let her taste herself”
Felix didn’t hesitate, he leaned in and kissed you messily, letting your own taste linger on your tongue as he tilted your chin up, one hand cupping your cheek. And then, he pulled away only enough to smirk, “She tastes perfect”
Chan dragged Felix even closer by the front of his hoodie, “Kiss me too”
Felix blinked surprised for a moment, then he obeyed. He kissed Chan hard, desperate, letting him taste you off his lips and smirking when the older man groaned as he felt it. Felix made a low sound in his throat, one hand gripping Chan’s waist, the other braced on the bed beside you. The kiss turned deeper, hotter, rougher— like neither of them could stop.
You watched Chan kissing Felix and Felix kissing back, both breathing hard and when they finally pulled apart, your boyfriend’s voice was wrecked,“Fuck… why does that turn me on so much?”
They were still breathing hard, lips swollen from kissing each other when you leaned back against Chan’s chest and lifted your hand, wrapping your fingers around Felix’s cock through his pants first, and then reached behind you and stroked Chan. Both men froze— you had their full attention instantly.
Chan spoke first, “Baby… damn…”
Felix swallowed hard, hips pressing forward against your palm.
You squeezed them both at the same time, “I want you inside me”, you whispered, voice still shaky from the orgasm, “Both of you”
Felix’s eyes widened and Chan stiffened behind you, asking himself if he heard it right. You dragged your hand up Felix’s length slowly, teasingly, then rubbed your thumb on Chan’s cock behind you.
“I want to come again”, you whispered, breath hot against Chan’s cheek, “Around both of you. At the same time”
Felix cursed under his breath, jaw clenching, “Holy shit, angel…. this is insane…”
“You want us together?”, Chan rasped, lips brushing your ear, “Want both our cocks stretching you at the same time?”
You nodded, stroking them both again. Chan tilted your head back to kiss you possessively, claiming, while your hands kept pumping them. When he pulled back, he looked at Felix with dark eyes, “Take your clothes off”, Chan ordered, “Now”
Felix didn’t argue, he practically yanked off his hoodie over his head, eyes never leaving you as he stripped, cock already hard, flushed, dripping with precum as he climbed on the bed. Chan sat up straight behind you, sitting you on his lap, as his back rested against the headboard and pillows.
“Are you ready, baby?”, he asked, voice making it very clear how restless he was.
You nodded, and Chan slid into you inch by inch— thick, familiar, stretching you open in a way that always made your speechless. A moan spilled from you and Chan’s head fell back, jaw tight, hands gripping your waist.
“Baby… fuck, you’re so warm,so soft…”, he groaned.
Felix watched the whole thing, naked, breathing hard, fist wrapped around his own cock as he knelt between your spread legs. Then you reached for Felix, stroking him slowly, feeling him pulse in your hand in a silent invitation. He crawled closer until you could feel the heat of him between your thighs.
Chan slid his hands from your waist to your hips, holding you open for Lix with both hands, “Go slow,” Chan murmured, “Let her adjust”
Felix nodded, surprisingly obedient, and pressed the head of his cock between your slick folds. The first stretch made you gasp, nails digging in Chan’s thighs. He kissed the back of your neck, whispering, “That’s it, baby… breathe for us…”
Felix pushed just a little more and the three of you groaned at the same time cause as Felix entered you, he brushed against Chan inside you, “Oh, shit…”, he gasped
Chan’s breath hitched, his hands tightening on your hips like he was about to fall apart, “Shit… I can feel him… inside you… with me…”
Felix leaned in, nose brushing yours, voice shaking, “She’s so tight, Chan… fuck… how is that even possible?”
They both took a moment, breathing with you, letting your body adjust around them. Until you spoke, “More”, you gulped, “I can take it”
Chan kissed your face, whispering praises as Felix pushed deeper, inch by inch, until he was fully inside you, pressed against Chan. You could tell your boyfriend was overwhelmed by the way he leaned back on the pillows, chest rising hard as he held your hips to keep you steady, “Baby… you’re taking us so good… fuck, I can barely think…”
Felix’s hands slid up your thighs, trembling, “Hyung… she’s squeezing both of us… I can feel you through her… shit…”
And when his hips buckled forward— instinctively, making the three of you moan— Chan’s hand shot to Felix’s hip immediately,
Chan shot him a dark look, “It feels like instead of being inside her, you’re inside me”
“Well, we can try it if you want it too”, Lix teased
You could feel Chan blushing hard from behind your back. Right when he was about to respond, you grabbed his thighs, steadying yourself, and whispered, “Babe, sit up. I want you both closer. I want you to kiss again”
Wihtout hesitating, he pushed himself upright, arms circling under your breasts, holding you tight. Felix shifted closer, with your body the only thing between them, and then he leaned in, hand on Chan’s jaw.
The kiss was messy, hot, both moaning into each other’s mouths from the feeling of being inside you together. Then their hands started exploring— Felix’s fingers teasing your clit, Chan’s hands cupping your breasts, their mouths leaving your skin just to return to each other, then to you, and then back.
Felix pulled back just enough to whisper, “Move with me…”
Chan swallowed hard, “Yeah… together…”
And they started to thrust— deep, slow, perfectly timed
Your whole body arched against them, breath hitching as their moans mingled behind and in front of you, lips brushing as they fucked you in sync.
Felix kissed Chan again, getting a groan in response. Then they both kissed you messily at the same time.
Your hips push back on Chan, taking him deeper, making him moan against your shoulder, “Holy shit…”, he stuttered, choking out a laugh of disbelief before it turns into another moan, “I didn’t… fuck… didn’t think it would feel like this… so good like this”
The double stretch overwhelmed but in such a good way that your vision blurred, tears escaping the corner of your eyes. Felix noticed and leaned to kiss your neck, then your shoulder, and your jaw, murmuring praise between each breath, “Doing so well for us, angel… look at you, taking both of us so behaved…”. And every time one of them asked you if it was too much, you just asked for more.
Chan was the first to break, you could feel it in the way his rhythm faltered and Felix could feel it too, “Chan, are you…?”, he whispered, voice ruined, head dropping to your chest. Chan replied with a trembling groan
“I-I can’t… fuck…”, he cried, “I’m not gonna last…”
Felix let out a breathless laugh against your skin, shaky with arousal, “Yeah? Cum for us, then, Chris. Right against my cock”
You felt it hit him like a wave. Chan’s voice cracked ashe finally lost it, “Fuck…baby… I’m gonna… shit, I’m…”
His entire body tensed behind you, then finally relaxed as he spilled inside you, hips jolting forward in uncontrollable thrusts. He buried his face in your neck, moaning against your skin, muttering both yours and Felix’s names.
Felix whined softly as Chan’s release spilled around him inside you, the sensation hitting him directly, “Shit… I can feel it… like really feel it”, Felix gasped, breath hot against your collarbone
Chan’s breath stutters in your ear, tears at the edges of his voice as he comes down from the high, still holding you, still twitching inside you.
And he was definitely not done touching you, even though he was still breathless, Chan’s hand slid down your stomach, then lower, finding your clit, rubbing soft circles to help you reach the edge. His other hand cupped Felix’s jaw, pulling him in for a sloppy kiss.
Felix kissed him back, breathless, needy, then looked at you, his eyes heavy with something dark and hungry.
“Now it’s your turn, angel”, Felix whispered, hips rocking gently into you, every tiny motion making Chan twitch, still half hard, inside you. And the feeling— was overwhelming.
He let out a choked gasp against your neck, extremely sensitive nerves already fried.
“Lix…ah… ngh… slow… I’m…”, he tried to plead but his voice broke into a whimper.
Felix smirked wide but worked to soften it with a kiss to Chan's jaw, “I know, Chris. But I'm not done with you yet”
And he meant it by shifting the angle, the most perfect angle that made both you and Chan's roll your eyes back. Your whole body tightened around them both, squeezing uncontrollably.
“Ah… fuck, shit… baby…”, Chan moaned, hips jerking against his own will, overstimulated, a shiver ran up his spine
“Shit… you’re shaking”, Felix breathed, voice breaking, “I can stop if it's too much”
You reached back blindly, distressed by the idea of not having them inside you, fingers finding Chan’s arm, nails dragging lightly on his skin.
“Channie… baby…”, you gasp, voice cracking, “I’m close… so close, don't make him stop… please…”
And of course he was going to do anything you wanted. His hands slid up your arms and up to your chest, pulling you back impossibly closer to him
“Okay… okay, baby… come for us… just come, it's okay…”, he stuttered, overstimulated, panting, barely coherent.
Felix thrusted deeper, faster but he never looked away from your face.
“That’s it… that’s it, babe… just like that…”, he whispered, kissing down your neck, “we’ve got you…”
The feeling was too good— both of them inside you, stretching you fully with Felix hit exactly where you needed him while Chan’s body shook behind you— you didn't last longer.
In a shockwave, you came in a strangled cry, clenching around them so hard Felix’s rhythm faltered and Chan’s breath got stuck in his lungs. Your walls squeezeed both of them, holding them there.
Felix opened his mouth, too overwhelmed thats nothing came out as Chan moaned helplessly against your shoulder.
Your orgasm pulled his out of him, milking him mercilessly. Felix thrusted again and again, till his hips jerked forward with a raw moan.
“F-fuck… she's clenching too hard…”, Felix gasped, “I… won't last… I’m gonna…”, he didn't even finish the sentence before he comes
He spilled inside you, right on Chan’s member. And that completely destroyed him, “Ah… ah… fuck… Lix…”, Chan gasped, voice high pitched with the overstimulation, “Stop… wait… shit, that's too much… too good”
Felix finally slowed down to tiny, shallow thrusts, completely satisfied.
Your body trembled, also overstimulated. Felix pressed a soft kiss to your lips, then your cheek, and neck, whispering, “Good job… you did so good…”, then he looked at Chan's wrecked body and smirked, “... both of you”
Chan couldn't form words, so he only nodded weakly, still shaking inside you, breathing unsteady, hsi soul gone. And when Felix tried to stand up to wear his clothes, Chan pulled him down, the silver haired man collapsing on top of you, making a real sandwich. Then Chan snaked an arm around Felix’s waist and kissed your shoulder, whispering in a wrecked, trembling mumble:
“Baby… we definitely should have done this sooner…”
Disclaimer: This is only fiction, I don't intend to offend or defame any artists I mention in my stories 😉 If you enjoyed it please consider liking and reblogging 😊 Lemme know if you want to be added to the taglist 💜
Pairings: Poly!Stray Kids x fem!Reader (Bang Chan x Reader x Felix)
Rating: M
Genre: Soulmates, Smut
Summary: Chan has been stressed recently. With the dominATE tour still on-going and the release of Karma coming ever closer, he hasn't had any time to decompress and you all are starting to notice.
So, like the good soulmate you are, you decide to give him a bit of stress relief during his next meeting, and Felix decides to help :)
Word Count: 3.2k
A/N: You don't need to have read "The Missing Puzzle Piece" to understand this fic! (But you should <3) Hehe happy holidays everyone hope you enjoy!
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(writing masterlist)
You'd gotten to spend the last month with the boys during the duration of their time in North America for their dominATE tour. Even though there had only been a month between you following them around in South America and now, you were still so glad to be back with them again.
You'd also been having a blast getting to go on stage with them during the concerts. The shock and awe of the large crowds, who all seemed excited to see you, still hadn't worn off. Each night was just as exciting as the last.
It was unfortunately nearing the end of their time in North America, though. Soon they'd be going off to Europe for their last few stops of the tour. You wish you could go along with them. Feasibly, you could, but you already had plans to go to South Korea for a few weeks for their upcoming album release. You didn't like missing work for multiple months in a row, so you'd be staying behind to work a gig before going to see them again.
Last night had been the Washington D.C. show. You'd left early this morning to head to Chicago, where the next show was two nights from now. It had all been fairly rushed, with Chris wanting to get to the hotel as soon as possible due to their packed schedule.
Or rather, his packed schedule.
For the last week and a half, all of 3Racha had been between various virtual meetings pertaining to the upcoming album release. But Chris in particular had been going nonstop.
You hated seeing him so stressed. All of you had been doing your best to help lighten the load. The few times you'd been able to slip them a meal, or snuggled them, they'd all been appreciative.
You just wished you could do more, and you knew you weren't alone in that sentiment.
All of this is what led to your current plan.
Chris had a virtual meeting he was setting up for in one of the bedrooms of the large hotel room you all had. It was nearly 8pm, thanks to timezones and all. Changbin and Jeongin were down at the hotel's gym, while Hyunjin, Minho, and Jisung had decided to go grab some food at a local spot.
Chris had slipped into the bedroom about 15 minutes ago. You'd been chilling in the living room, absent-mindedly scrolling on your phone as you waited.
Waited for the right moment.
You wanted the meeting to have already started. Chris wouldn't make a scene, then, so he wouldn't make you leave.
Obviously a no was still a no, but you were fairly confident how this would go.
You gave it another five minutes before standing up and gently walking over to the door to the bedroom. You paused outside of it, pressing your ear to the wood to try and hear if Chris was speaking yet.
You were so focused on listening in that you didn't hear Felix approach until he was right beside you.
“What're we doin'?” His deep voice rumbled into your other ear.
You barely managed to hold in a yelp as you jumped into the air. “Oh my god Felix, you scared me.” You whispered harshly, holding one hand to your chest.
Felix grinned cheekily, tilting his head. “Well?”
You looked Felix over, your heart race slowing as you did. When you got back to his face, you smirked. “I had a plan to give Chris some stress relief. You wanna help?”
Felix furrowed his eyebrows. “Isn't he in a meeting?”
You grinned. “Yeah. I know.”
Felix's grin turned into a smirk. You swore you saw his eyes dilate slightly. “Oh count me in.”
You nodded to the door. “Alright, let's go then.”
You put your hand on the door knob and slowly twisted it until it clicked. Using your shoulder, you pushed the door open just as cautiously. You felt Felix peering in beside you as you surveyed the room.
As you'd hoped, and suspected, Chris was sitting facing into the room so he had a wall as his backdrop.
Which meant his laptop camera wouldn't see you or Felix step inside.
Chris didn't notice immediately either.
You and Felix made it a little over a foot into the room before Chris finally looked up and noticed you.
His eyes narrowed in confusion as he took in the two of you. He glanced at his computer pointedly and then back at you.
You shrugged and kept walking, putting a finger up to your mouth.
He furrowed his eyebrows before they suddenly shot up and he looked back at his computer. “Ah yes sorry-”
You didn't pay attention to the rest of what he said as you slipped down onto your knees. Felix followed suit as the two of you crawled under the table, stopping just at Chris's feet.
Never one to half ass anything, Chris was dressed professionally from head to toe, even if his lower half would never be seen.
Better view for you and Felix then.
You glanced over at Felix. He winked at you and you smiled back before refocusing your attention fully on Chris.
To start, you brought your left hand up and gently set it on Chris's left knee. The man jumped just slightly at the touch and you watched out of the corner of your eye as Felix leaned in to kiss Chris's other knee.
Chris was still talking above the table, voice muffled just slightly through the wood, but you could tell it sounded normal.
Good.
You took your time, hand trailing slowly up Chris's thigh and towards your goal. Felix made a similar path, kissing and nipping at the fabric between him and Chris's skin.
Chris spread his legs apart further.
You smirked to yourself, rewarding him with a kiss on the thigh as well.
Your head bumped lightly against Felix's as you two got closer to your goal. His head was turned to see you, eyes twinkling as he nipped at Chris's leg again.
You grinned back, digging your nails into the meat of Chris's thighs for a moment before leaning over and capturing Felix's mouth with your own.
Felix sighed softly into your touch, leaning back against Chris's leg as you pushed yourself into him. You heard scribbling on the desk above you before a piece of paper slid down below the table.
“If I'm talking, you two are quiet. If I grab your hair, it means stop. Squeeze twice if you understand.”
Your grin grew in excitement before you and Felix both squeezed on Chris's thighs twice in agreement.
The paper slipped away and you immediately zeroed in on your goal.
Felix nodded to you, giving you the go ahead. You sat up a little straighter, the best you could underneath a table at least, and brought both hands up to undo Chris's belt. Felix grabbed one end of it once it was undone and slid it out of place while your fingers made quick work of his button and zipper.
The top edge of Chris's Fendi briefs peeked out as you pushed the fabric of his fly aside. The dark material of his underwear made no effort to conceal the slowly growing hardness of his cock.
You licked your lips and glanced at Felix to see him biting his own. You nudged him with your shoulder and it snapped him out of it, making his head whip to the side to look at you.
You gestured your head towards Chris's crotch and then looked back at Felix pointedly. He instantly lit up like a kid in a candy shop as he reached his hands up to push down on Chris's underwear, fishing out his rapidly hardening length.
You dug one hand into Chris's thigh once more to contain your desire to moan at the sight of it.
God it had been too long.
You let saliva pool in your mouth before drooling it out onto the palm of your hand. It wouldn't be quite enough, but it'd do for now.
His cock certainly wouldn't be dry for long anyway.
You wrapped your hand around his base, giving a few small strokes as you leaned in to drag your tongue up his shaft. Felix mirrored you on the other side, your tongues brushing until they met at his tip.
Felix smirked, playfully nipping at your tongue before the two of you repeated the action again.
Chris's cock twitched between the two of you. You made sure to brush your lips along his length as you went, practically kissing Felix around his cock.
You wanted to moan so bad, but you settled for some huffs and digging your nails further into the meat of Chris's thigh.
Felix seemed to be in a similar predicament, his eyes already partially glazed as he panted softly against Chris's cock. He always was a vocal one in bed, but he was valiantly containing his noises.
You and Felix continued your ministrations for a moment, just enjoying the pace and closeness of the three of you. Chris's cock was twitching occasionally. His cock head was slowly oozing precum, revealing just how much he was enjoying this.
When you got back to his head once more, this time you didn't trail back down his shaft. You gently nudged at Felix, who instantly took the hint. As he shifted to take one of Chris's balls into his mouth, you moved to mouth at the head fully. You flicked your tongue over the slit, collecting the pearls of cum there, before taking the head into your mouth and hollowing your cheeks around it.
Then, you began to bob your head, slowly taking in more of his cock into your mouth with each movement.
This was the hard part. As much as you just wanted to work your way down to the hilt, until your nose was brushing against his pelvis, you knew the sound of that could easily be picked up on the mic.
So you paced yourself. You used your hand to stroke what you couldn't easily, and quietly, take. To make up for it, you hummed ever so slightly, just enough for Chris to feel it and not hear it.
The effect was instant.
Chris's cock twitched in your mouth. More salty precum coated your tongue. A hand slipped below the table, going straight to your hair. His fingers dug in, tugging at your scalp as he pulled you back a little, but not enough to pull you off entirely.
You froze, eyes rolling back just slightly at the feeling. You blindly reached for Felix's hand, squeezing it tightly once he wove his fingers together with yours.
All you could do was slowly drool around the cock in your mouth as Chris kept speaking above you.
“Yes, we'll be able to fit in the photoshoots then,” he said calmly. “We're on schedule right now. We knew the tour would be going on up until the release. There's nothing major we're missing that we can't achieve or haven't already achieved while in Seoul or travelling.”
There was a pause, but Chris didn't let go of your hair. You managed to glance down, barely able to see Felix with your head tilted back the way it was. He was still gently mouthing at Chris's balls, squeezing your hand intermittently.
You wanted to move, but all you could do was breathe around the weight in your mouth.
It felt pleasant, the weight of it on your tongue. Your jaw was just starting to twinge, the build up of a pleasant ache beginning. You weren't sure how much time had passed since you'd stepped into the room, much less since Chris had grabbed your hair, but you held still anyway.
Chris's voice broke through your haze.
“We're on schedule. We already have plans in place for that, which I went over earlier in this meeting,” he said firmly, sounding mildly frustrated. “This isn't our first album, I know what needs to be done, and it's already accounted for. Now, we've had a long day of travel so unless there's something pressing, I need to leave and rest before our next show.”
A pause.
“If you would refer to the meeting notes, you'd see I already planned for and answered that. Is there anything else?”
Another brief pause.
“Then I am leaving this meeting. Thank you all for your time. Have a good day.”
You heard a click and then the sound of a laptop being shut before you were pulled off of Chris's cock as he pushed his chair back.
You looked up to see Chris staring down at the two of you, fire in his eyes. “Whose idea was this?” He asked cooly.
“Mine,” you replied, voice slightly raspier than normal.
He raised an eyebrow at you, tilting his head. “Why am I not surprised?”
“You've been stressed recently,” you said, “and so busy. I just wanted to give you a treat.”
Chris's gaze shifted to Felix, who smiled. “I saw her outside the door and decided to join.”
He looked between the two of you for a moment before finally relaxing his grip on your hair. He leaned back in his chair, spreading his legs just a little farther apart as he rested his chin on his hand.
“Well,” he drawled, “get on with it.”
You and Felix looked at each other, immediately having the same thought.
Now that he could see you, your approach shifted.
You moved to the side, Felix mirroring your pose so Chris's cock was once again between the two of you.
Your goal was to make out with his cock in the middle, to put on a show for Chris.
The two of you started moving in tandem, your lips touching, tongues brushing against each other, as you once again made trails up and down his shaft. You brought a hand up to play with Chris's balls, while the other made its way to Felix's neck.
Felix whined as you raked your nails over the sensitive skin there. He brought a hand up in return, sliding it under your shirt, travelling up your back, making you shiver.
Chris let out a harsh breath as Felix moaned. “Fuck, just look at the two of you,” he groaned. “Getting on your knees without even being asked. Making out with my cock. You like the taste that much, don't you?”
This time your moan mingled with Felix's. Dirty talk always got to you.
“Driving me crazy,” he continued. “When the two of you crawled under the desk, I knew what was coming. Almost had me stop the meeting then and there when I felt the two of you wrapped around me like this. Wanted to look at you, but I knew I would snap if I did. I knew what a pretty picture you'd paint, and I wasn't wrong.”
Felix and you made it back to the head of his cock, pausing by the tip. Your gaze met his and the two of you moved together, leaning in closer to actually make out.
Your world narrowed down to the sensations immediately around you. The hot, wet head of Chris's cock poking your cheek. Felix's skilled tongue tracing the inside of your mouth. The feeling of Felix's fingers, brushing over your hardening nipples. The pleasant ache in your knees as they pressed into the hotel carpet. The low moans coming from Felix and Chris alike.
Felix pulled back, making you open your eyes and focus once more. His lips were still parted, breath coming out in pants as he stared at you with half-lidded eyes.
You felt Chris's cock push between you and Felix, but you kept your gaze on the younger boy as you caressed the cock head with your tongue.
You vaguely regsitered the sound of someone being stroked off as you and Felix kept kissing around the tip.
“You two-” Chris panted, his hand pushing against your face with each stroke, “- gonna be the death of me. Kneeling there- do you know how you look? Fuck, just like that.”
You glanced over and saw Chris had his head thrown back, barely looking down at you as he continued to fist his cock. You pulled back from Lixie just far enough to speak. “You gonna cum?”
Chris's gaze snapped back down to you. “Put your faces together, mouths wide.”
You squished your cheek against Felix's, letting your jaw drop open and tongue stick out. The side of your tongue brushed against Felix's as Chris placed his cock head right in the center.
“Been so good- you want a treat don't ya? Such good little sluts. I'll give you what you need, don't worry,” he panted.
You and Felix whined and moaned, grabbing each other's hand again as the first streaks of cum landed on your tastebuds.
You dutifully held still as Chris slowly stroked himself through the last of his orgasm. Cum streaked across your upper lip, coated your tongue, and slowly dripped down your chin. Chris stared at the two of you for a moment, panting slowly before reaching a hand up to brush a stray streak of cum off of Felix's cheek.
“Swallow,” he commanded, voice rough.
You drew your tongue back in and did as told before slowly licking away what was around your mouth.
Chris hummed. “Pretty things,” he cooed. He brought a hand up to card through your hair. “Next time, I'll have to have Hyunjin bring his sketchbook. The sight of you both at my feet?” He licked his lips. “Wish I could burn it into my memory forever.”
“Maybe we should come to all of your meetings,” Felix suggested cheekily.
Chris snorted. “Not all of them.”
“So you want us at some of them, then?” You asked, grinning too.
Chris looked between the two of you, grinning up at him. “Danergous things.” He teased. Finally he sighed, pushing his chair back so he could stand up. Before he moved, though, he reached a hand down to assist you and Felix in standing up yourselves. Once you were up, he slipped his arm around both of your waists, giving each of you a soft kiss. “Thank you.”
“Happy to help,” you replied softly, melting into his touch. “I just… hate that there's not more I can do to help with all you have on your plate.”
“Trust me, you all do more for me than you can imagine just by being here,” he said, cupping your chin. “I couldn't do this alone.”
You sighed. “Just… don't forget to ask us if there is a way we can help, okay?”
Chris nodded, rubbing a hand over your waist. “I try. I promise I try. Sometimes I just… forget.”
“That's all we can ask,” Felix replied, kissing Chris's cheek.
Chris smiled. “Come on. Let's get you two hydrated.”
“And then couch cuddles?” Felix asked excitedly.
You joined in, looking at Chris expectantly. He sighed fondly. “Yes, yes, then couch cuddles.”
genre: in love with my best friend and his girlfriend
warnings: establish!relationship (reader and felix), reader and felix fucking (not literally) with chan, comfort/fluff, making out, smutty (handjob, and a fade to black scene), no actual smut
word count: 1.3k
masterlist: Masterpost | Special EP
The atmosphere in the studio was always thick, but lately, it had become a smothering blanket of tension. It wasn't just the late hours and the caffeine, it was the way Chan’s eyes, heavy with exhaustion, would track your movement. You feel the heat of his gaze when you bend over the mixing desk or lean into Felix to check a note. You know exactly what he is fighting.
He clears his throat, drags his focus back to the monitor, and pretends the world doesn't contain you in a short, little skirt that day, the one that has him silently drooling, the one he can’t stop staring at until Felix nudges him with a question about a verse You find the misery in his eyes captivating. He is a good man agonizing over a very bad, very greedy desire.
You and Felix have known about his crush on your boyfriend since before you were official. The crush on you? That is new, unexpected, and devastating to Chan's self-control. But you know.
The confirmation came six months into your relationship, not in person, but over a crackling microphone during a late-night gaming session. Felix has his headphones on, shouting directions at Chan, while you are settled next to him on the couch, half-asleep, until Felix gets distracted.
He takes off his headset, pulls you close, and starts kissing you, a slow, deep make-out session that leaves both of you breathless. In the middle of it, a loud, ragged gasp tears through Felix’s abandoned microphone. The sound is immediately followed by the thump of Chan throwing his own headset down and the static silence of his abruptly ended connection.
You know what you hear. It isn't just Felix's kiss that is making him gasp. It is the sound of your pleasure, the thought of his best friend and the woman he covets, pushing him to his breaking point alone in his apartment. He is jerking his pretty, thick cock, and he can't even hide it from the people causing his torment.
The secret knowledge becomes a shared weapon.
Tonight, you are in the studio… Again. Felix is sitting on a swivel stool, humming along to a demo track. You walk over, straddle his lap, and immediately lean in to press your mouth to his ear.
"Your hyung is dying in here, Lixie," you whisper, your hand slipping beneath his shirt to feel the warm, smooth skin of his back.
"He can suffer a little longer," Felix murmurs, tightening his arms around you, but his eyes keep flicking to the door. He is waiting.
You slide your hand lower, around his waist, and hook your thumb under the button of his jeans. "Why don't we give him something better to suffer over?"
Felix's breath hitches. His eyes go dark as you unzip his fly. You slip your hand inside, closing your fingers expertly around his beautiful, growing hard-on.
You lean your forehead against his. "Tell me you're not thinking about your Channie-Hyung right now. Smelling his hoodie, thinking about how he looks at you."
Felix groans, a raw, needy sound. "Stop, Sugar. You know I love you. I can't help myself, I-."
You don't stop. You pull his head down for a hard kiss, using your free hand to stroke the back of his neck. "I know, sunshine. And I don't mind. I think Channie-oppa is hot too." You tilt your head toward the door. "Let's give him a show to come back to."
You guide Felix's hand to the back of your skirt, urging him to feel the slick heat building beneath the fabric. You are both breathing heavily, lost in the immediate, desperate intimacy of the act, when the door to the studio bursts open.
Chan stops dead in the frame, a plastic bag containing energy drinks dangling uselessly from his hand. He is breathless, having rushed back from the convenience store.
For a frozen second, the only sound is the low, pulsing beat from the monitor and the heavy, ragged gasps from your mouth. His eyes, wide, terrified, and burning with the sight of your skirt pushed up and your hand working Felix, snap to the closed door behind him.
He slams the door shut violently, the sound echoing through the padded room.
He immediately leans against it, trembling, his back to you. "Someone could have seen!" he chokes out, fear and shame dominating his voice. "Guys-"
He breaks off, his eyes finally flying open as the reality hits him. The studio door is locked from the inside. He has locked himself in with the very spectacle that is killing him.
Felix, still gasping, gently pulls your hand away, but his eyes, dark and heavy, are fixed on Chan’s rigid back.
"Now, Channie," you whisper, sliding off Felix's lap, your voice low and predatory. You move toward him, the sound of your exposed skin rubbing against the seat the loudest noise in the room. "Don’t you think he’s pretty?”
You close the distance between you and the trembling figure at the door. Chan's spine is pressed against the cool metal, his shoulders hunched with a potent mix of terror and anticipation. You reach him, your body pinning him gently against the door, trapping him completely.
Your hands are immediately on the zipper of his hoodie, ignoring the panicked stutter of his heart beneath your palm. You yank the zipper down, the metal scratching loudly in the quiet room, and push the dark, heavy fabric off his shoulders. He doesn't resist; his arms are useless, hanging stiffly at his sides. He stands before you now in just a thin white t-shirt, his chest heaving.
"Look at me, Channie," you command softly.
He obeys, lifting his chin reluctantly. His eyes are glossy, the shame fighting a losing battle against the lust. The energy drink bag falls from his numb fingers, forgotten.
Felix is up off the stool now. He approaches from the side, his footsteps silent on the rug. He doesn’t touch you, but he reaches out, not for Chan's body, but for his face. Felix cups Chan’s jaw with a tenderness that is both reassuring and possessive.
"I can't pretend anymore, Hyung," Felix murmurs, his thumb stroking the stubble on Chan's cheek.
Felix leans in and takes Chan's mouth. It is the kiss Chan has denied himself for years, deep, agonizingly slow, and full of everything they haven't been able to say. You watch, not with jealousy, but with a fierce satisfaction. This is the moment the two most important people in your life finally connect.
As they kiss, you reach down and hook your fingers under the waistband of Chan's jeans, pulling them down far enough to expose the line of his hips. You don't need to look to know he is already intensely hard beneath the denim.
You run your hand over the rigid muscle of his thigh, then press your palm flat against his stomach, easing the tension there. He lets out a muffled, desperate whimper into Felix's mouth, his hands finally coming up, not to push you away, but to grasp your hips, grounding himself in the reality of your touch.
You pull back from him, needing air. "Felix," you whisper, your voice thick.
Felix understands immediately. He breaks the kiss with a ragged sound and looks at you. You smile, a slow, dark promise. You step back, pulling off your skirt and tossing it behind you. You are now only in your lace underwear, an invitation and an offering. Chan's eyes snap wide, devouring the sight. Felix’s attention is solely on Chan now. He pushes Chan's t-shirt over his head and then moves to the door, fumbling with the jeans until they drop to the floor, freeing him.
Chan stands naked and trembling against the door, his thick, needy cock straining up, finally, publicly revealed to the two people who have been haunting his thoughts. You and Felix close in, flanking him, erasing the last sliver of his self-control. There is no shame left, only the desperate, overwhelming need for release. His greed is finally welcomed.
Felix presses close to his side, his hands immediately cupping Chan's heavy, trembling balls, claiming them with a possessive squeeze. Chan lets out a sharp, choked noise, his head falling back against the cool metal of the door.
You stand directly in front of him, your eyes running over the sculpted lines of his chest, the taut skin, the racing pulse visible in his throat. You reach up, your thumb grazing the moist corner of his mouth where Felix's kiss just ended.
"We worked so hard to get you here, Channie," you whisper, your voice thick with triumph. Your hand slides down, finally grasping the throbbing length of his cock. It’s hot, thick, and slick with pre-come, a testament to months of agonizing restraint. “Thought you would never give in.“
You ease the friction with a slow, deliberate stroke, and Chan gasps, his knees visibly shaking.
Felix is watching your hand, his breath ragged, before he looks back up at his hyung's face.
You look up, meeting Chan's glazed eyes. You lean in, close enough for him to smell the lace of your bra and the scent of Felix's desire still clinging to your skin.
"Do you think Felix is pretty, Channie-oppa?" you ask, the question a soft, dangerous demand in the charged air.
Chan's eyes squeeze shut immediately, a spasm of shame and pleasure rolling through him. His voice is a low, wrecked confession. "He's... beautiful," he forces out, the word tearing from his throat.
"And me?" you press, your stroke tightening slightly, demanding his focus.
He opens his eyes, looking directly into yours, and the shame is gone. There is only adoration and pure, unadulterated need. "Perfect. You're perfect."
The admission is everything you needed. You release him only long enough to grab Felix's hand, pulling him forward until the three of you are pressed into one hot, desperate column of greed and surrender.
pairing: virgin!felix x virgin!afab!reader x experienced!chan
genre: smut, fluff
word count: 5.7k
description: felix and you need a little guidance and chris is more than happy to assist.
warnings: threesome(obviously), sub!felix, switch!reader, dom!chan, oral (f and m receiving), handjobs, cumshots, squirting, nipple play, fingering, unprotected sex (p in v), little bit of ass play, dirty talk, lots of pet names (lmk if i missed something)
a/n: chan is called chris in this fic, established relationship, this turned out a little more fluffier than i thought it would be ehehe, hope y'all enjoy this one too🤭🩷
~check out my: Masterlist
Dating Felix was one of the best things you've ever decided to do and you knew that, even if it's barely been half a year since he first asked you to be his girlfriend.
You were always a little shy when it came to relationships but Felix was even more shy than you and it took him a long time just to ask you out on a date or to hold your hand.
You found it endearing really, it made him seem more sweet and genuine, like he wasn't coming onto you too strongly and you liked that.
But in certain situations you wished he was a little more assertive even if you didn't mind taking the lead, you had a bit more experience than he did and you wanted to take your physical relationship to the next level, share that intimate moment with him.
But Felix would always back out before anything too risky happened, and you worried he didn't find you attractive so you decided to confront him about it.
He got so embarassed when you pointed it out, his cheeks blushing instantly as he avoided your eyes and played with his fingers.
He reassured you that it's not your fault, and confessed that you were actually his first girlfriend, that he never even kissed anyone before. You were shocked, thinking that there's no way that someone as beautiful and sweet as him was single until now.
Felix never told you that before, thinking you weren't gonna date him if you thought he was clueless and inexperienced, he felt so bad for withholding the truth from you that you could see his eyes become watery.
You were quick to comfort him, telling him that you understand and that it's okay, you don't mind him being a virgin, you actually found it kind of adorable. You weren't that much more experienced than him anyways, you only ever went to second base with a guy you dated briefly before Felix and he seemed relieved to hear that, you were going to get into it for the first time together and that made it even more special.
After that talk, you were sure your boyfriend was going to relax and maybe try not to always be so respectful with his hands and lips.
But, the next time you initiated a makeout session, as soon as your hand slid up his thigh, he jerked away from you, apologizing profusely after doing so.
"Felix, what's wrong?"- you asked, frustration building up inside you but he looked so panicked that you tried to be as gentle as you could with him.
"I'm- I'm sorry love, it's just- I don't know what to do and I'm scared that I'll do something wrong or that it won't feel good to you. I know it seems like I don't want it, but I really do. I really want you. I just don't want to disappoint you."- he rambles, fidgeting with his hands.
"Lixie, you could never disappoint me. I don't know what I'm doing either but we can learn together."- you try to reassure him, placing your hand on his.
"I wish we had some help."- he says and you chuckle as his ears become red. "I- I didn't mean it like that. Maybe we could- um... watch some porn together?"- he asks quietly and you giggle, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.
"You're really cute, you know that?"- you ask, kissing his nose and he laughs. "We can try that."
And you tried it but Felix got even more embarassed when you found a video to watch, covering his growing erection with a pillow and avoiding your gaze.
The arousal you felt was once again replaced by the frustration, the only reason you were so patient with him is because you really cared for him and didn't want to do anything that would make him feel uncomfortable or unsafe with you.
But then, a little light bulb turned on above your head as you accidentally came across a threesome video, and the knowledge of Felix being the type of person to learn things best when they're hands on, you decided to ask him what if you actually had someone there to help you?
And Felix admitted he had the same exact thought before, but was afraid to suggest it in case you thought it was gross.
Both of you laughed at your predicament and together you brainstormed on how to approach this and who to ask for help.
Your best option was Chris, your mutual friend who both of you always went to for advice and comfort. You trusted him completely and you knew he had experience and could help you out without judging you.
He was surprised at your proposition but he wasn't opposed to it, Chris just needed some time to process what you were suggesting to him.
And when he accepted, the three of you sat down and discussed your boundaries, and came to the conclusion that it's best to start out with something vanilla. You were both kinda excited to see how this would go, but neither of you knew just how much you would get.
-
That Saturday evening, the three of you sit in your room and even though you tried to make the atmosphere as chill as you could with scented candles and dim lights, Felix was still vibrating with nervousness.
You were nervous too, more so excited and Chris chuckled at the both of you, finding you so adorable in that moment.
"Why don't you start with some kissing? Maybe it'll help you relax if you start like you normally do and act like I'm not here."- Chris suggests.
"Okay, sounds good."- you nod, cupping your boyfriend's face and pressing your lips into his. You can feel Felix slightly relax against you and kissing you back gently, one of his arms curling around your waist timidly.
Chris watches the innocent kiss shared between you and something stirs inside him, his eyes narrowing and tongue darting out to wet his lips.
You're just kissing slowly with your lips, no tongue yet and both of you are already getting hot and bothered. Chris observes the way you keep pressing your lips harder into your boyfriend's while he squirms, his hand grabbing at your shirt.
You run your tongue on Felix's bottom lip and he parts his lips, letting you in. The wet sounds of your tongues dancing together make Chris grow in his pants.
He doesn't want to just watch anymore, he wants to taste the both of you. You part for air and notice that Chris is now sitting closer to you, your heart skips a beat in anticipation.
His big hand rests on your cheek, and you can hear Felix breathing hard next to you. Your big eyes stare up at Chris as he leans in and captures your lips in his.
He's different than Felix, more dominant and sure of himself and you melt into him, letting him take control. The different dynamic makes arousal drip on your panties as your hands come up to grab at Chris's biceps.
Chris bites on your lip a little and you gasp, opening your mouth for him to push his tongue in. The way he swirls it around yours has you dizzy and you hold onto him, pressing your thighs together and moaning into his mouth.
Felix should be jelaous that another man is making you feel like that when he never did, but all he feels is arousal as his cock strains and twitches in his pants. He wants to touch himself so badly, but he's still embarassed and doesn't want to seem too eager.
When the two of you part, Chris turns to Felix who looks up at him with glassy innocent eyes and Chris smirks.
"You want some too?"- he asks and Felix nods fervently making you giggle at his cuteness.
Your boyfriend's face is flushed, the redness spreading to his neck as Chris cradles his head and starts kissing him. You notice the way Felix jolts and kisses back sloppily as Chris presses his lips into his roughly. Felix whimpers and Chris pushes his tongue in, tasting your boyfriend and making his eyes roll back.
The way Chris is leaning over your boyfriend, his head thrown back as he grabs at your friend's shirt make you feel extremely hot and your hand wanders between your legs as you gently press on your clit.
Your fingers move in circles as your eyes get hazy looking at the sight before you. Chris leans away from Felix who looks absolutely disheveled, his hair messy, eyelids droopy and a dribble of drool sliding from the corner of his lips.
"Baby, are you feeling neglected?"- Chris chuckles, beckoning you to come closer and you crawl closer to them, joining them in a kiss.
It's a mess of tongue, teeth and moans as the three of you kiss and touch each other.
"So, you never went any further than this?"- Chris asks.
"Well, after neck kisses is usually when we stop."- you say, and Felix looks down at his lap, feeling embarassed. You gently place your hand on his and squeeze and he looks up at you, giving you a sweet smile.
"Okay, show me."- Chris smirks and you lean in closer to Felix. He throws his head back as soon as your lips touch him, eyes shut tight as you leave wet kisses on his soft skin. Chris decides to join in and he kneels behind Felix, moving his hair out of the way as he starts kissing the back of his neck.
"Ah!"- Felix whimpers, his hands instantly grabbing at yours, it's too much stimulation for him already. Both of you are giving him all the attention right now as you place his hands on your waist, crawling even closer to him where you're almost sitting in his lap. Your hands are roaming on his chest and abs, and Chris places his hands on Felix's hips, pressing himself closer to your boyfriend, his teeth nipping at his sensitive skin.
Felix mewls between you, his head resting on Chris's shoulder as you sink your teeth in and start sucking on his skin, your hand sliding under his shirt, fingertips brushing at him.
"Mm- too much..."- Felix whines as Chris licks a stripe on his neck, then leaves little bites, his big hands gripping at Felix's thighs.
You lean back and look at your boyfriend and Chris smirks behind him.
"Why don't we give your beautiful girlfriend the same treatment?"- Chris asks lowly and you shiver, biting on your lip. Felix nods in a daze and you get comfortable as he leans in. His lips are gentle on your skin and he leaves sweet little kisses as Chris joins him, kissing the other side of your neck a bit more strongly.
The difference between their kisses and the stimulation you're receiving make you hot again and Chris notices you squirming around. His hand gently comes up to cup your breast, before he leans back and looks at Felix. Your boyfriend nips at your skin, like he's afraid to bite into it harder but you don't mind in this moment, you're already so turned on that even the smallest touch makes you crumble.
"Have you ever touched her breasts?"- Chris asks Felix and you feel your face burning as he gently squeezes you.
"N-no."- Felix whimpers, looking at Chris's hand.
"Do you want to?"- he smirks.
"Yes, yes, I want to!"- Felix nods fast and Chris takes his hand, placing it on your breast. You moan a little as Felix gasps and squeezes you.
"You can do it like this."- Chris says as he grabs your other boob, massaging it and running his thumb on your nipple that's now becoming perky and visible under your shirt since you didn't wear a bra.
Felix looks at Chris's hand like he's mesmerized and he repeats everything exactly as Chris is showing him.
You moan, arching into their touch, becoming desperate for more friction and more action.
"Do you play with your boobs when you touch yourself, y/n?"- Chris asks, leaving little kisses on your jaw.
"Y-yes."- you whimper.
"Show us."- Chris leans back, and Felix follows him.
You oblige, taking your shirt off and tossing it aside. Felix practically drools at the sight of your breasts and you don't waste any time as you start playing with your nipples, running your fingers on them and pinching them.
Chris can see how desperate Felix is to touch them, his eyes bulging out of his skull as he traces every movement you make with your fingers.
You moan quietly, eyes closed as you get into it.
"P-please..."- Felix says suddenly and you open your eyes.
"What do you want, baby?"- you ask.
"Your- your- i wanna touch-" - Felix mutters, clearly still embarassed.
Chris chuckles on the side, his hand coming up to touch Felix's cheek.
"Tell her what you want, Lix. Use your words."- Chris commands him and your boyfriend whimpers.
"Your titties- I want them in my mouth."- Felix whines, his eyes glassy and you smirk, arching towards him.
"Come here, baby."- you say and Chris presses the back of his head, gently pushing him towards your breast. Felix eagerly wraps his lips around your nipple and starts sucking.
"Mm."- you moan, staring at him as he looks up at you sweetly. Chris is getting incredibly hard in his pants and he accidentally grips Felix's hair.
Felix moans around you, sucking more harshly as his cock twitches in his pants.
"You like this, Lix?"- Chris asks curiously, pulling on your boyfriend's hair again.
He whimpers around you again, hands now gripping at your thighs as he trembles.
"I-I didn't know you liked it rough, Lixie."- you smirk at your boyfriend.
Felix closes his eyes, the attention is on him again and Chris can sense that he's getting embarassed again so he turns back to you, his hand on your other breast as he starts playing with it.
"You can use your tongue Lix, like this."- Chris leans in and starts flicking your nipple with his tongue. You mewl, gripping at the blanket under you and Felix follows suit, flicking his tongue just like Chris.
You almost fall apart at the double stimulation, more arousal gushing on your panties and you just want to be fucked, even if it's just fingers, you need someone to touch your dripping cunt.
You reach your hand towards Felix, tugging at his shirt and he leans back.
"Take it off."- you say and Felix becomes more red as he slowly takes off his shirt.
You've seen him shirtless already but in this moment of arousal it's like you're seeing him for the first time ever and the sight makes you drool.
"What about you?"- you ask Chris and he smirks.
"How about we all strip completely? I can see you're both so desperate to be touched."- he says and you nod, getting to it immediately.
"I- Can I stay in my boxers just for a little while more?"- Felix asks timidly.
"Sure."- you say and the three of you strip, Felix still in his boxers and his eyes are glued to your glistening cunt.
On the other hand, you gasp as Chris takes off his underwear, his cock springing out for the two of you to see.
"Oh... it's so big."- Felix gulps, almost mesmerized and Chris chuckles deeply.
"Yeah? Like what you see?"- he asks your boyfriend and you giggle, your hand on Felix's thigh, gently grabbing it and massaging it.
"I mean- yeah..."- Felix nods, looking at his lap again.
"Are you still feeling shy, baby?"- you ask.
"I'm sorry, it's just... I'm not as big as Chris."- he says quietly.
"That really doesn't matter, darling."- you say sincerely, your hands lifting up to cradle his face, making him look at you.
"Yeah, don't worry about it, Lix. This is a safe space, okay?"- Chris says and your boyfriend nods before taking a deep breath in as he hooks his fingers in his boxers.
He slides them down and his cock springs out, the tip pink and glistening with precum, it's smaller than Chris's but chubby and you instantly find yourself yearning to touch him.
"So pretty."- you say and Felix chuckles quietly.
"You think my dick is pretty?"- he asks.
"Very."- you nod and he laughs again, his cheeks becoming profusely red.
"I agree."- Chris comes closer to Felix, his hand resting on his thigh as he squeezes it and slowly slides it up. You can see his cock twitch the closer Chris gets to it.
"Is it okay if I touch you?"- he asks and Felix looks at you.
"If it's okay, I'd like y/n to touch me first."- Felix says timidly and Chris nods understandingly.
"Ofcourse, I'm just here to help out."- he smiles sweetly and you gulp, your hand lifting up as you scoot closer to your boyfriend.
You've never touched a dick before but you weren't scared, you were just nervous, wanting to make your boyfriend feel good. Your fingers wrap around him and Felix falls apart immediately.
Chris kneels behind him, his hands around Felix, fingertips brushing his skin as he tries to help him relax.
You slowly start moving your hand, only ever seeing how to do it in porn videos and you have no idea if you're doing it right but your boyfriend seems to be enjoying. He's arching into your touch, his head resting on Chris's shoulder again, eyes shut tight as sweet moans leave his lips.
Chris's hands come up to his nipples and he starts pinching them which makes Felix moan louder, his hips fucking his cock into your hand.
You're in awe at seeing your boyfriend a mumbling mess like this and his cock looks inviting to you, you want to taste him but you don't want to rush too much in case Felix gets embarassed again.
Chris notices the way you stare at Felix's cock hungrily and he smirks, his hands sliding down and grabbing a handful of Felix's ass.
"Oh my-"- your boyfriend whimpers, hips jerking forwards.
You're beyond turned on and you lean down.
"I wanna taste you, Lixie."- you say.
"Mm, yes please... Please..."- Felix whines and gasps as he looks down at you, desperation evident in his voice.
You lean in close, your tongue darting out experimentally to lick at his tip, licking off the salty precum. You would be embarassed to admit this but you researched how to give good head because you wanted to give your boyfriend the best blowjob you could.
You wrap your lips around him and start sucking as Felix mewls and grabs at your shoulders.
"Wow, babygirl knows what she's doing."- Chris smirks behind Felix and you smirk back at him with your mouth full of your boyfriends cock.
Chris finds you so pretty like that as you keep taking more of Felix's cock in your mouth and he needs some friction, so he presses his dick on your boyfriend's asscheek, one of his hands tangling in his hair and pulling his head back.
"Fuck-" - Felix jolts, accidentally pushing his hips into your face a little and making you gag from the sudden movement.
"Oh my god, I'm sorry love!"- he apologizes instantly.
"Lixie, it's okay, I don't mind."- you slide off of him to reassure him that he did nothing wrong.
"Relax, baby."- Chris whispers into Felix's ear, gripping his hair and kissing his neck as you take him in your mouth again.
Felix keeps whimpering and mumbling both of your names, falling apart between the two of you. Chris gently ruts against your boyfriend as you almost swallow him whole, quickly adjusting your mouth to his length and girth. You speed up, wetting his cock with your spit as Chris sucks a love bite into his skin.
"So much..."- Felix whines.
"Is it too much babyboy?"- Chris asks.
"Mhm."- Felix mutters.
"You love being sandwiched like this, don't you?"
"Yes, yes I do!"- Felix whines as Chris's hand curls around him to play with his balls. He jolts again and you take it sucking on him harder and Felix looks down at you and almost busts right then and there.
The sight of his sweet, beautiful girlfriend in a position like that with mouth full of his cock drives him insane.
"P-please... I'm close, I can't hold it in."- Felix whimpers, his hand gentle on your head as he tries to make you stop.
You moan around him as you keep going, your hands gripping at his thighs and Chris starts pinching Felix's nipples fast and hard and Felix can't hold himself together anymore. His moans get louder and louder, his hips timidly fucking into you, afraid that if he goes faster he might hurt you.
"Let go, baby."- Chris coos at him as he keeps playing with him and Felix shakes as his cock twitches, his cum shooting into your mouth and you swallow everything he gives you, savoring his taste and milking him dry as he whimpers, eyes teary and face red.
"Good boy."- Chris smirks and Felix shivers as you finally release him and sit back, licking your lips.
"Both of you did so well. How about you return the favor, Lix?"- Chris asks and you bite your lip.
"I want to!"- Felix nods eagerly.
"Lay down, sweetheart."- Chris coos at you, seeing how turned on you are from everything, aching to be touched, your eyes glassy and desperate.
You oblige, your legs falling open immediately and Felix moans just at the sight of your sweet cunt.
"Mm, please, wanna taste."- he whines as he leans in closer. "But I don't know what to do."- he adds, embarassed again.
"Do what feels natural to you. Kiss, lick, suck. I'll be here to guide you if you need it."- Chris tells him. "And y/n will tell you what she likes, right?"- he looks at you and you nod, anticipation making goosebumps rise on your skin.
Felix leans in, he's not that clueless, he knows what a clit is and how good it feels to touch, well at least from what he saw in porn so he tries, his tongue giving you little kitten licks.
Your legs jolt as he presses it into your clit and watches your reaction.
Chris lays on his side next to you, his hand running on your inner thigh as he leans in and kisses your collarbone and breast.
Felix is getting drunk on the taste of you, how you're getting more wet just from his tongue playing with your clit and he gently pulls open your folds before he pushes his tongue in, his eyes rolling back at the feeling. He loved you on your knees and sucking him in but he knows he loves this even more. Being between your legs, his tongue buried inside you as you look down at him, your body shivering, pretty moans coming out of your lips.
Chris's hand is on your breast, kneading and playing with your nipple, his other hand in Felix's hair as he pushes his head into you.
Felix moans into your cunt as Chris holds him down and your legs shake as Felix fucks you desperately with his tongue, lapping at you like your pussy is the tastiest treat he ever had.
You moan loudly, losing yourself in the pleasure, already close to the edge as your hands grip at the blanket below you.
Felix ruts his semi hard cock on the sheets below almost unconsciously and Chris thinks he looks so cute when he's desperate like that.
Chris leans in and starts sucking on your breast, his hand playing with the other one, his focus now on you, wanting to help bring you closer to your sweet release.
You're shaking under them, the stimulation is so much stronger than when you played with yourself and you can't take anymore, fireworks exploding inside you before you cum, your sweet juices covering Felix's tongue and lips.
He whines and laps at you, savoring your taste as his eyes close.
"Did so well, baby."- Chris praises you and leans in to kiss you as your boyfriend still makes out with your wet pussy. You're sensitive and your legs close around Felix's head making him groan into you.
"T-too much."- you whimper and Felix leans back, the look on his face completely fucked out as he stares at you. You know you probably look the same, your legs still slightly shivering from your orgasm.
Both you and Chris can see that Felix is fully hard again, but you turn to Chris, your hand finding his.
"Can we do something for you before we go further?"- you ask and Felix nods.
"Yeah, we wanna make you feel good too."- he licks his lips.
"Don't worry about me. This is about the two of you."- Chris waves his hand but you can see that he's painfully hard.
You sit up and push him down so his back leans on the headboard of the bed.
"Let us make you feel good."- you say, hands on his thighs as you lean down and start kissing his cock.
Chris grunts lowly at your cute innocent face as you wrap your lips around the head. Felix comes up next to you and Chris spreads his legs more to give you both more space. Felix gathers your hair in a makeshift ponytail, helping you as you slowly take more of Chris in your mouth, his cock too big for you but you're determined to try your best.
It's the least you can do when he indulged the two of you and accepted to help you in an intimate situation like this. You bob your head up and down, your hand working the rest of his cock and Felix watches closely as he holds your hair, drooling at the thought of tasting Chris's cock after you've sucked on it.
"Please, let me."- he begs and Chris chuckles at his eagerness as you pop off of him.
Felix wastes no time, engulfing him as much as he could, making himself gag immediately.
"Slow down, baby."- you chuckle and Felix whines around Chris, the vibrations making him shiver.
Tears gather in his eyes as Felix sucks on Chris fast, taking more and more in, his spit mixed with yours making everything slippery.
You don't think you've ever seen anything as hot as your pretty innocent boyfriend doing such dirty things, his eyes rolling back every time Chris's cock hits the back of his throat.
"Fuck- I won't last long!"- Chris moans, his thighs flexing under Felix's hands.
You're the one holding your boyfriend's hair now and a wicked thought runs through your mind as Chris's hips jerk up. You grip Felix's hair and push him down more making him gag and squirm as Chris explodes with a loud moan, shooting his cum into your boyfriend's mouth.
Felix gags but swallows as he has no choice but to do that, you're still holding him down and you notice how he ruts into the bed, obviously turned on by your ministrations.
You let him lift off only when he's done milking Chris's cock and then you grab his face making him gasp as you crash your lips into his.
Chris breathes hard, watching the two of you make out messily, the taste of him pouring into your mouth from Felix's lips.
"Lixie, I want you."- you mumble against his lips, your hand wrapping around his cock.
"Mm, I want you too love."- he moans.
He looks at Chris who's coming to his senses and Chris chuckles.
"W-will you help me out a little?"- your boyfriend asks timidly and you giggle as Chris nods and sits up.
You lay down against the pillows, your hands on the back of your thighs as you lift up and open your legs so your cunt is on full display.
Felix groans watching it clench around nothing.
"She feels empty, don't you baby?"- Chris asks and you nod fervently. His finger is on your clit as he slowly circles it and you moan pushing up into him.
"You have to prep her first."- he tells Felix and he nods, his fingertips on your folds as Chris keeps massaging your clit.
"P-please..."- you whine and Felix sinks two of his fingers slowly inside you, careful to be gentle as he grabs your breast and massages it.
Your eyes roll in the back of your head as the two men play with your pussy, Felix pushing in as deep as he can and moving slowly as Chris helps guide his wrist while he plays with your clit, flicking it and pinching it.
You're moaning loudly, letting go of everything as your slick drips down onto their hands and the sheets beneath you, making a mess. You've never been this wet or turned on and you start moving your hips up into their touch and Felix speeds up, fucking your pussy open for his cock.
"Oh my god, ah!"- you practically scream as you explode, squirting on their hands as Felix pulls his fingers out and gasps.
"Oh..."- you chuckle embarassingly at the sight, trying to catch your breath.
"That was so hot."- Felix whines, licking off his fingers. Before you or Chris can react he grabs Chris's wrist and puts his lips around two of his fingers, sucking on them and looking at Chris hazily.
"Lix loves his mouth stuffed, hm?"- Chris smirks as you lift up on your elbows and look at them.
Felix moans around his fingers before he pops off, tongue darting out to lick at his lips.
He turns to you and Chris kneels behind him as you grab your boyfriend's hands and bring him closer to you.
"Fuck me, Lixie, please! I can't wait anymore!"- you whimper.
Felix groans as Chris gently pushes him closer to you. He reaches around your boyfriend's body and gently grabs his cock. Felix mewls as he melts between both of you and Chris pushes him down, massaging your wet pussy with Felix's cock.
"Mm feels so good..."- he whines and Chris smirks, his cock is getting hard again and he can't help himself as it slides between Felix's asscheeks.
Felix gasps and almost jolts away but Chris holds him.
"It's okay, I won't do anything you don't want, Lix."- Chris reassures him and Felix nods.
"Is this okay?"- he asks as his cock slides against him.
"Mmm it's good, so good!"- Felix whines as his tip catches on your folds.
"Put it in, Lixie, give me your cock!"- you whine, impatient and craving to be stuffed full of your boyfriend's cute chubby cock.
He moans and slowly pushes in, Chris holding his hips and rutting into him slowly.
You groan at the stretch, your little cunt opening up to take him fully. Felix lets out a deep growl as he bottoms out, hands gripping at your body. Your hands end up around his shoulders and you look into his eyes.
"Move, baby."- you moan and Felix starts fucking you slowly to let you adjust, Chris following his pace and rutting into his ass.
You fall into a rhythm, the three of you rocking together, moaning and praising each other, hands grabbing everywhere.
"Feels good babygirl?"- Chris asks you and you moan in response.
"See, she's going a little dumb on your cock, Lix."- Chris smirks.
"Mm fuck..."- Felix whines. "So warm and tight."- he keeps whimpering as he pushes his cock into you as deep as he can.
Chris is close as he rubs against Felix, his hand coming around to play with your clit once again as Felix fucks into you harder. You see stars as your eyes shut tightly, head falling back.
Felix is a mumbling mess, hips jerking harshly as he drools and Chris speeds up, jerking his cock so his head is massaging Felix's hole.
"Ah, ah, ah!"- Felix moans constantly, stimulated on both ends and Chris chuckles darkly, his head pushing against his tight hole, teasing his entrance.
"You want me to stretch your tight ass while you fuck your girlfriend's sweet pussy, hm?"- Chris growls into his ear as he pulls his head back harshly.
"Mm, fuck yes, daddy!"- Felix whimpers loudly and then freezes when he realizes what he said. Your eyes snap open and Felix panicks.
"I'm sorry, I-I don't know why I said that."- his lips tremble, eyes watering.
"Hey, hey, don't cry."- Chris soothes him. "You can call me whatever you want, it's completely fine and I don't mind."
Felix looks at you and you bite on your lip, your eyes hazy as you were close to your release.
"It was hot, love. I don't mind either."- you say and Felix melts, hips moving slowly into yours again.
It doesn't take long for the three of you to get back into your rhythm and your orgasm builds up once more, as does Chris's. You cum first, exploding all over Felix's cock, clenching around him as Chris spills his seed on your boyfriend's ass and the back of his thighs. Your pussy holding onto his cock and Chris's cum painting him makes him lose his mind and he pulls out, jerking his cock and exploding all over your stomach and pulsating cunt.
The three of you have to take a few moments to calm down and clean up, Chris helping you change the sheets you made a mess off.
As you and Felix get ready to cuddle up, you notice Chris picking up his clothes.
"Where are you going?"- you ask, lifting your head up.
"Well, I helped you out. I mean, I don't want to overstay my welcome. I'm sure the two of you would like some time alone now."- he says, scratching the back of his neck shyly, his demeanor completely different than moments before.
"Stay with us."- Felix says, and Chris's eyes soften.
"Yeah, come here."- you beckon him with your finger and he chuckles, coming closer to the bed and getting comfortable behind Felix, who was curled up in you, his arm and leg wrapped around you.
You press a gentle kiss on your boyfriend's forehead as he mumbles, already half asleep.
Summary- you had been so well behaved recently but today was a slip that revealed how much you’ve been slipping up mentally. Despite how much you try to fight your feelings for your kidnappers who insist on you calling them Mommy and Daddy your punishment after your bratty behavior only makes you doubly down
Authors note: I’ve been wanting to write a this story for a minute now and finally got around to doing it (I promise I’m working on all my other drafts though😭)I’ve never wrote something like this so I hope you all enjoy. I want to give a major shout out and spotlight to @last-words-ofashootingstar and her baby series which inspired me to make this! Please go read her series before this it’s so amazing and she’s an insanely talented writer!! Haven’t proofread this yet btw but I prob will later, Tw’s under the cut.
Word count - 4.6k
Link to divider here, photos found on Pinterest
TW: Yandere, kidnapping, mentions of sex and slight nudity, violence/spanking, swearing, reader is very much falling into Stockholm Syndrome, heavy allusions to dom/sub relationships, Felix referred to as mommy and Chan is referred to as daddy(so slight mommy daddy kink ig?), verryyyyy slight allusions to stalking, kinda soft yandere I feel like but still very very fucked up so please read at you own risk and as always!!! This does NOT represent any of the members in real life, this is fiction and nothing more!! They are simply place holders for the story!!!
The couch underneath you was comfortable and the fuzzy blanket wrapped around you gave you a sense of comfort, at least somewhat. The Bluey episode on the flat screen tv in front of you played at a moderate volume not too low you couldn’t hear it but not high enough that you couldn’t hear Felix humming to a song you didn’t fully recognize while cooking. The song was somewhat familiar, probably one of the few new ones Chan was working on staying late in the studio for their upcoming comeback. Thinking about Chan and him coming home soon brought an impending sense of fear on you destroying the slight comfort the blanket and couch gave you.
Upon “moving in with them” as they liked to word it Chan rarely stayed late in the studio anymore save for the couple of times he was in the zone and got carried away or he had a comeback on the horizon with a looming deadline but even then he still didn’t stay that late, at least like he used to. Gone were the countless hours spent in the studio until ungodly hours, gone were the multiple times Felix had to come drag him home in the middle of the night. “The bed is cold without you baby and you know I don’t like to sleep without you” he would rasp his voice laced with tiredness thickening his accent. He never stayed later than two hours now that you were around.
Sure he still stayed late still but not that late, to him and Felix at least. Him staying two hours late sometimes wasn’t that bad compared to the times he would quietly unlock the door past midnight hoping he wouldn’t wake his husband. Him being late didn’t matter much to you, if anything it made you feel happy. You frequently had to bite the inside of your lip to keep yourself from smiling when Felix would say Chan would be late. You were always around the two of them so even just one of them being away from you took a weight off your shoulder. Today though it added weight on your shoulder having to wait for Chan to come home. You wondered if Felix had told him about your “outburst" today, or if he was waiting for him to come home to tell him. It didn’t matter though, you had a punishment coming your way anyway. You knew you would be in for it.
The beeping of the lock broke you from your trance, Chan was home. You felt a knot building in your throat while your anxiety steadily increased. You weren’t sure what to do. Chan and Felix both liked when you greeted them at the door after they got home, it wasn’t necessarily a rule but it did get you extra brownie points. You weren’t sure though, if Chan already knew about your “bratty actions” as they loved to say it could aggravate him or make him think you were trying to get out of a punishment which you weren’t. Not necessarily at least. You knew better- they made sure you knew better than to ever try and get out a punishment but you were trying to lessen it a little. If he didn’t know, maybe it would lessen your punishment. Fuck it.
You stood up from the couch and made your way to the door just in time to see Chan standing up from untying and removing his shoes. He looks over at you and a bright smile graces his face. You were just what he needed to see after a long day in the studio. “Hi babygirl, coming to welcome me home?” he asks, you nod.
“Yeah, hi Daddy, welcome home” you smile walking towards him and letting him pull you into a hug. The name rolled off your tongue easier now then it used too, it no longer made bile rise in your throat and your tongue burn. You remember the first time he gave you a hug back when you were friends, when you were nothing more to him and Felix then friends with benefits. He had mumbled “big hug” into your hair making you giggle. It was a popular phrase in the Stay fandom, you would know. You did used to be a fan afterall. Those were the days. You weren’t ready for commitment you had told them over a couple shared drinks after a long day practicing and choreographing them. You wanted the affection and outings and sex that came from dating but you didn’t want the commitment. You were too focused on your career as a promising upcoming choreographer. You wanted no strings attached, you wanted to be able to go ghost for a couple weeks and be able to come back like nothing happened. You didn’t mean to talk about how attractive the two of them were that night, how long you crushed on them, how they were your biases before joining JYP and having to become more professional, how badly you wanted what they had but your trust issues wouldn’t let you. How badly you wanted a relationship like that just without the complications, you had said all that before you three downed another round of shots.
You woke up the next morning hungover and naked sandwiched between the two men who were also naked, it doesn’t take a genius to guess what had happened or how you had agreed to your friends with benefits situation. You wish you could go back and undo it all, refuse to ever go out with them that night, although the longer you had been stuck in their shared apartment the more you realized that they were obsessed with you long before that night if the constant two on one practices you had and always working with at least one of them had anything to do with them. Sometimes you wonder if you hadn’t rejected them and their proposal of a serious relationship all those months ago, laughing at them thinking they were joking if you wouldn’t be locked in their apartment forced to conform to what they wanted of you, conforming to a lifestyle you never explored much outside of the bedroom.
You couldn’t dwell on that because Chan had put his duffel bag and computer bag on the bench in the hallway and hoisted you into his arms causing you to let out a small yelp. You forgot how strong he was. The reminder only served to make you more nervous about your upcoming punishment. “How was your day, baby?” he says walking towards the living room, you mumbled out a small good before asking how his day was. “It was good, better now that I'm home with you and Mommy though, I missed my loves all day” he says before setting you on the couch. Felix walked over smiling at the sight of you two, gazing at you softly like earlier didn’t happen.
He embraced Chan, placing a kiss on his lips asking the same question you had. He smiles “dinner is almost ready, go wash up and meet us at the table” his eyes moved to you his loving smile never leaving his face looking at you like you were the most precious thing in the world, like you didn’t cuss him out earlier. “Come help me set the table, little one?” you nod but quickly correct yourself.
“Yes Mommy” you nod and look him in the eyes. You had already broken four rules today and not making eye contact and not using your words would only be breaking more. You followed him to the table and helped set the table as normal, making small talk about what he made for dinner and dessert. He asked about the episode of Bluey you were watching as if you hadn’t watched it a million times already. He was acting normal like nothing had happened today and that made you feel worse than it would have if he had ignored you or been cold to you. Chan soon sat at the table and Felix served you your dinner then Chan reached over pulling your plate towards him and cutting your food up for you like he does every night.
Everything was carrying on as normal as if you hadn’t given Felix attitude all morning, as if you hadn’t called him Felix instead of Mommy and slapped his hand away from you before and telling him to fuck off and calling him a bitch.
They talked about their days, what Chan worked on at the studio and how Felix’s dance practice was. Felix told him how Hyunjin almost tripped three times because he kept forgetting to tie his shoe laces. They asked about your day, Chan asked if you had fun going and sitting in on Felix’s practice and if you had fun hanging out with danceracha while they worked. “Were you good for Mommy today baby?” Chan asked with a smile. Your eyes darted to Felix who sat across from you with his hair tied back, a blue t-shirt and gray sweatpants on. He looked good, more than good. You had been thinking that more recently about both of them. Instead of feeling sick or angry looking at them like you used to, you caught yourself admiring them more. You didn’t like that you were thinking that way.
“Well?” Felix asks you. You felt nervous. Beyond nervous. You hated punishments and how degrading they were, you hated how well they took care of you during and after them. But what you hated most of all is how mad Chan was gonna be because when Chan was angry you were terrified and he didn’t let any disrespect towards his husband slide. You had seen it with your own eyes a couple of times, and been at the receiving end of it once and you promised yourself to never be on that end again, you broke that promise today. Felix slides his hand across the table grabbing yours gently and holding it, lacing his fingers with yours. The worst part, you think, isn’t even the punishment itself but the fact that you have to remind yourself of your actions. You have to acknowledge the guilt eating away at you for hurting your mommy- for hurting Felix, you correct yourself. You also didn’t like how you were slipping up with their names like that. “I know you're nervous and you don’t like confrontation. I can tell him for you if you want little one? I don’t mind, we won’t be upset if you feel more comfortable with me saying it” you stare at him for a moment feeling even more guilt. How could you hurt someone who always took such good care of you, who was always so kind and loving to you?
“Promise?” your voice just above a whisper trying your hardest to keep eye contact.
“Of course babygirl,” he says. His smile and eyes were soft with love and admiration. He and Chan always looked at you like that. He turns to Chan, “our Sunshine had a bratty episode today” he says. The words “bratty episode” made you feel belittled but you tried to ignore it.
Chan stared for a moment feeling confused. It had been a while since you acted out, you had been so good recently. It was obvious to him and Felix that you were finally breaking. Finally giving in to them. “What happened?” he asked.
“When I tried to take her shirt off she snapped, slapped my hand away and yelled at me” Chan swallowed still quietly waiting for Felix to continue. “She said “Felix leave me the fuck alone I can do this myself bitch.” Chan couldn’t help but stare at him in shock. The room went silent with a tension so thick it could be cut with a knife. He looks over at you, his baby girl holding on to Felix’s hand like it was the only thing that could keep you calm. Noticing the way your head is down and your eyes are burning holes into the plate you're staring at and the way your leg won’t stop bouncing he honestly believes Felix holding your hand was the only thing keeping you calm.
The room stays silent for another moment before Chan speaks “How did you handle it?” Chan asks. He hadn’t looked at you the entire time only at Felix and that made the pit in your stomach expand.
“I didn’t” he says, his thumb rubbing across your knuckles comfortingly. “She apologized almost immediately and let me change her and has been on her best behavior since. I figured I would wait until you got home to decide on a punishment. Plus you know how I feel about punishing her” he says. Felix has never liked to punish you, sure he would decide your punishment sometimes but he rarely ever was the one to inflict them. He instead chose to prepare tissues if you cried, run a bath to calm you, prepare the bed with your favorite stuffies and blankets and hold your hand when Chan delivered the punishment. There was only one time in the four and a half months you’ve been in their apartment where he punished you and it was brutal, thinking about it sometimes brings you shivers because you had never seen him so mad. You had woken up in the middle of the night alone that evening to hear Felix crying to Chan about how terrible he felt punishing you.
Chan nods at what Felix says, letting the silence hang over the kitchen table watching you practically squirm in your seat from anxiety. He was at a loss for words, you had been so good recently so what changed today? “Is what he’s saying true babygirl?” Chan asks you. It’s not that he didn’t believe Felix but he wanted to give you the chance to speak.
“Yes Daddy” you say quietly. Forcing yourself to keep eye contact with Chan only increased your anxiety and if it wasn’t for Felix holding onto your hand you probably would have started sobbing by now. Chan only hums before taking another bite of his food.
“We’ll talk about this alone after we finish dinner” he says to Felix.
After that dinner continued on like normal for the two of them but not for you. You stayed silent while you ate until they excused you from the kitchen so they could clean up. You sat on the couch rubbing your hand across the blanket you had been cuddled with earlier trying to calm yourself. They spoke quietly and quickly to each other in Korean while cleaning. If you paid enough attention you could have translated it, but you felt too tired and your brain was too fried to bother trying to compute that into English. Even if you weren’t as tired your anxiety of what was to come had your heart beating into your ears so harshly you couldn’t hear anyways. So distracted by your anxiety you hadn’t noticed that they stopped talking and made their way into the living room. You only noticed when Chan squatted down in front of you and Felix sat on the loveseat across from you.
“You understand how bad you were today right?” Chan asks softly. He rubbed your cheek with one of his hands. He spoke and touched you like you were made of glass. He could tell how anxious you were and so could Felix. They have always been too good at reading your emotions.
“Yes Daddy” you say. It was hard to drag your eyes away from Felix who sat on the other side of the room away from you. You didn’t like that. Felix never sat away from you, not even during a punishment.
“We recognize how you immediately apologized and took accountability of your actions baby,” Chan continues, the hand originally rubbing your cheek trailing to your chin to make you sure you look at him. “Mommy and I are so proud of how well you’ve been behaving, even when you misbehaved today. You said sorry and let him help you change, you greeted me when I got home, you’ve been making sure to keep eye contact with us and use your words. You’ve come so far little one, been such a good girl” he says with a proud smile. A couple months ago this would have made you feel sick but at this moment it helped calmed. He called you a good girl, something you’ve grown more accustomed to hearing, craving to hear it instead of dreading it.
“Because of how good you’ve been, we're gonna go easy for your punishment” you looked at him with wide eyes. He and Felix couldn’t help but let out chuckles at your cuteness.
“Really?” you asked, still feeling shocked. Have you really been that good recently? Part of you felt proud of that. But there was a small voice in the back of your head screaming not to be, screaming it wasn’t a good thing, to stop giving in. He nods at you.
“I’ll give you 20 spanks and hold your hands behind your back the entire time. Mommy is sitting on the other couch and going to watch. You really hurt his feelings today so you don’t get to hold his hand like you usually do during punishments” so that's why he sat on the other couch. You didn’t like that. You’re not sure when him holding your hand during a punishment became a comfort, became something you liked but all you knew is that you didn’t like this. “You’ll look Mommy in the eyes and apologize each time I hit you, okay? If you don't we rerstart” you knew you couldn’t do anything but say yes, so you did. The next few moments were a blur. Chan adjusting you over his lap, your shorts and underwear dragged halfway down your thighs and wrists gripped tightly in one hand and being positioned to make eye contact with Felix you don’t remember. You don’t zone back in until the first slap and let out a whimper.
“I’m sorry Mommy”
Spank!
“I’m sorry Mommy!”
Spank!
“I’m sorry Mommy”
Spank!
“I’m sorry Mommy!”
After the 5th hit you realized why Chan had your wrists in a tight grip behind his back. It was hard for you to not yank them out and cling on to the couch cushions for comfort, or to grip on to his pant leg or reach out to Felix. He wanted you to feel a punishment without their comfort. By the time the 8th hit came you were already crying and on the 11th you were starting to break out into full on sobs while Felix stared at you with a blank face. He seemed unbothered but he had to put his idol training to use and hide how badly he wanted to hold your hand and pet your hair while telling you how well you were doing. It wasn’t easy for Chan but in their mind they knew this would help you in the long run.
It would help break you.
By the 20th spank you could barely speak and were a stuttering mess. It wasn’t just the pain that got to you, but the lack of comfort, the lack of emotion from either of them. After the last hit they both went still watching as you cried into the cushion of the couch. Letting you sit in your pain and thoughts of how badly you wanted their comfort. After 30 seconds of your sobs they went into action.
Chan released your wrists and adjusted you to sit across his lap, shushing your pained whimpers when your sore bottom settled on his thighs. He massaged your wrists while Felix wiped away your tears and shushed. Chan’s hands moved from your wrist to your back rubbing comforting circles to help soothe you. “Just breathe he said softly”
It continued on for about 5 minutes with them praising you about how well you took it and how good you are, how much they loved and appreciated you. “Our good girl” Felix whispered softly before standing with Chan following suit, slipping one arm under your legs and the other going to your back and standing up with you in his arms. They walked from the living room to the hall Chan turning to the left to head into the bathroom with you while Felix turned to the right to the bedroom door.
When you realized Felix was leaving you couldn’t help the whine you left out making both men pause. “Mommy” you sniffled making him soften.
“Shh baby” Felix said “It’s okay, I'm just going to the bedroom to get the bed ready.” You shook your head and mumbled a soft ‘don’t go’.
Chan adjusted you in his arms and placed a kiss on your head. “It’s okay little one, me and you are gonna go shower and get ready for bed while Mommy gets everything ready for bed okay? We’ll be quick and then we can cuddle and sleep, okay?” Chan says. You nod and let out a softer whine before nuzzling your head in his neck mumbling a quiet ‘be fast’. Usually they would make you verbalize everything louder and make eye contact but on nights like these after harsh punishments they got more lax with the rules, how couldn’t they? After this you became all soft, sweet and submissive wanting nothing more than to be as close to the two of them as you could.
Chan kept to his word washing the both of you as quickly as he could while also trying to be gentle with you, your ass bright red from how hard he had been spanking you. He wrapped you in a pastel fuzzy towel doing quick skincare for you both before bringing you to the bedroom. You were obviously fussy from not being near Felix which was to be expected seeing as he wasn’t with you during your punishment. You acted the same way when Felix had been the one to punish you, seeking his touch and attention despite the prior punishment.
Once Chan sat you down on the bed Felix walked out of your shared walk-in closet in his own pajamas holding a set of your Pajamas (which was a fluffy pair of old christmas sleep pants that belonged to Chan and one of Felix’s shirts) and a pair of underwear for Chan seeing as the man was pretty much incapable of wearing actual pajamas.
“Hi little one, how was your shower with Daddy?” Felix asked, pulling your sleep shirt over your head.
“‘S good” you mumbled rubbing your eyes and standing up letting him apply an ointment to your butt to help with the pain before sliding the pajama pants on. “‘M sleepy though Mommy can we all go to bed now please?” you ask. Your eyes were soft and doe like. You were very obviously worn out from tonight.
“Of course little one” he said, climbing into bed and pulling you under the sheets with him and against his chest. Chan slid in after pressing a kiss to your forehead and putting your favorite cartoon on. You curled deeper into Felix seeking as much of his touch as you could get. You were quick to doze off, Chan humming the song Felix did earlier didn’t help.
You let out an annoyed whine “Daddy closer please”your voice was muffled due to your face being shoved into Felix’s chest. You reached behind you pulling his arm making him and Felix giggle.
“‘M here little ‘m right here” Chan says softly, feeling his heart flutter at you seeking him out and not just Felix. Both men watched you slowly drift off. Chan ran his hand up and down your arm and continued humming while Felix played with your hair. They watched your breathing even out and sat in a comfortable silence watching you. You, their babygirl, their little one, their world, their everything.
Just as they thought you had fallen asleep you sleepily mumbled “I love you Mommy, I love you Daddy” your voice was slurred with exhaustion and they couldn’t help but look at you like you hung the moon and the stars. You telling them you love them before bed wasn’t exactly new, it was a routine they had instilled in you although it never failed to make their hearts beat a little faster. What was new though was your next sentence “ promise to start being a good girl all the time…’m so lucky to…to have you” you said before finally falling asleep. Their eyes widened in shock before staring at each other. The only noise to be made was from your cartoon playing quietly on the tv. They sat silently a little longer staring at you, their entire world.
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“She’s finally breaking,” Chan had said softly. The room had been silent for at least 10 minutes now.
“She’s been breaking,” Felix hummed.
“Yeah…she has. But I think today was the final straw love.” Chan responded.
Felix stayed silent for another moment before speaking, his voice raspy with tiredness. “What do you think pushed it?” although he already knew the answer.
“Its been bound to happen for a while now, she’s been getting there slowly. But after today's punishment, not letting you hold her hand and comfort her pushed her over the edge.” Chan responded with his own voice, tired just like Felix.
“It didn’t help that you ignored her during the punishment either Channie, she really does love the both of us. She couldn’t handle how you didn’t talk her through the punishment like you usually do. I think she is just too focused on how I'm usually right across from her holding her hand to realize how much your words mean as well.” Felix says softly. They keep their voices down not wanting to wake you. He wasn’t wrong either. Chan’s silence today did have an effect on you, more than you knew.
“Doesn’t matter what it was, she’s finally all ours again, our little one finally realizing how much she needs us just like we need her.” Felix hums again before leaning up slightly, placing a slow kiss to his lips.
“I love you Chan, love our baby so much too.”
“I love you too Lix, I love and adore you both so much.” Chan shoots him a sleepy smile. The room goes silent again. Chan watches as Felix finally gives in to sleep. He lays in silence watching the both of you, the way Felix’s wedding band glints in the light of the tv. The loves of his lives curled up in his bed in his arms. He had never felt so complete.
He wonders if tomorrow is a good time to give you the engagement band he and Felix had stored in the corner of the top shelf in the closet, the one they had picked out a week after they first started working with you, a week after meeting you. They always knew you were theirs. He'll have to ask Felix tomorrow.
You were right, they have been obsessed with you far longer than you thought. Had you not gone on that date, it wouldn’t have mattered. They had 5 full proof plans on how to ‘bring you home’ if it didn’t work that night. You’re their little one after, their baby girl.
They knew it the moment they met you that you were destined to be theirs, their final piece. You’re theirs. Forever.
You Better Remember This Time: B.C & L.F
Bang Chan x fem!reader x Lee Felix (College AU)
WC: 25.9K
CW: Violence and Physical Altercations, Sexual Harassment & Assault Implications (abuse of power & non-consensual groping), Anxiety and Panic Attacks, Self-Esteem Issues, Discussions of Gender-Based Violence, Crossdressing (Men in Skirts), Background Seungbin, Seungmin being the best best friend, Minho being the best older brother figure, pining Chanlix, reader is kind of oblivious due to self esteem issues, comforting!2min, Jeongin being a menace
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The air in Seungmin’s room is warm, the scent of old books, fabric softener, and a faint trace of the cinnamon candle you bought him last semester lingering in the air. His desk is a chaotic mess of law textbooks, highlighted notes, and an empty coffee mug that’s been sitting there long enough for a faint coffee ring to stain the wood. You, Seungmin, and Jeongin are sprawled across his bed and the plush rug beneath it, a laptop perched between you as you attempt to power through another hellish week of coursework.
Your light grey sweatpants are soft against your skin, your white off-the-shoulder jumper slipping slightly as you adjust your position. Your pink fluffy socks wiggle in the air as you stretch out, your sneakers long discarded in the corner of the room. Silver-lavender strands of hair escape from the messy clip on top of your head, and your blue-light glasses are perched on your nose as you squint at the tiny text on your screen.
Seungmin, forever the grumpy civil law major, sits cross-legged on the bed, his laptop balanced on his thighs as he types with practised precision. His orange hair is slightly mussed from where he’s been running his fingers through it in frustration, and he barely looks up when Jeongin, flopped on his stomach beside you, groans dramatically.
“This is so fucking lame,” Jeongin complains, rolling onto his back and staring at the ceiling like it personally offended him. His black hair is still damp from his shower, and his loose hoodie is slightly wrinkled. “We should be out drinking and having fun, but no, Miss Cheerleader-With-The-Packed-Social-Schedule and Mr Grumpy-Ass-Antisocial-Law-Student are drowning in coursework instead.”
You huff a laugh, nudging him with your foot. “I told you we could go out tomorrow.”
Jeongin lets out an exaggerated sigh before perking up. “Oh, yeah! Tomorrow’s still an option.”
“For you, maybe,” Seungmin mutters, not looking away from his screen. “I have a fucking midterm on Monday, so my ass is staying right here.”
“Boo,” Jeongin teases, sticking his tongue out. “Anyway, I call bullshit, Y/N. You always leave me to hook up.”
“I can’t help it! It’s my hookup time,” you say with a grin, propping yourself up on your elbows.
Jeongin glares at you in faux betrayal. “Last time, you left me for Jennie Kim.”
You shrug, lips twitching. “Yeah, well, I got fucked by the president of Kappa Tau, and you dicked down that cute guy from Delta Nu. Chan-hee, wasn’t it?”
Jeongin narrows his eyes, recalling the memory. “Okay, fair point. But still, you ditch me like clockwork.”
“You should go with Hyunjin tonight,” Seungmin suggests without looking up.
“Uh, no,” Jeongin replies immediately, shaking his head.
You giggle, propping your chin on your palm. “Go with Minho and Jisung, they’re fun on a night out.”
“Only because you and Jisung are basically the same bundles of anxious sunshine energy with no survival instincts,” Seungmin remarks dryly. “And Minho feels a need to protect you both.”
You pout. “That’s not true.”
Seungmin finally looks up, his expression flat. “You know what Changbin calls you and Jisung?”
You tilt your head. “What?”
“Quokkas.”
You blink, confused. “Like the happy little animals?”
“The happy little animals with no survival instincts,” Seungmin clarifies, voice tinged with amusement.
Jeongin cackles, nearly rolling off the bed. “Oh my God, that’s so accurate.”
You scoff, placing a hand over your chest in mock offence. “I have survival instincts. Sort of. Like, I can keep myself alive... I think.”
Jeongin snorts. “You’re smart, but you lack common sense.”
“Not true!”
“So true,” Seungmin and Jeongin say in unison, making you groan.
“Hey! I’m a flyer on the cheer squad, and I live every time!”
“Very different from keeping yourself alive in a scenario that requires common sense,” Jeongin counters, wiggling his brows.
Seungmin leans back, stretching his arms over his head. “I bet right now, if I asked you to go make us coffee with the coffee machine, you wouldn’t be able to.”
You scoff, pushing your glasses up your nose. “I would!”
“Okay,” Seungmin says, raising an eyebrow. “Off you go, prove us wrong.”
You start to move, but he holds up a hand. “And you can’t get Minho to do it for you.”
You gasp, placing a hand on your chest in fake indignation. “I would never.”
“Yes, you would,” Jeongin says, smirking. “Because he’s like your older brother, and he’d do anything you asked.”
Seungmin hums in agreement, shooting you a knowing look. “So, go on then. Prove us wrong, Miss ‘I Totally Have Survival Instincts.’”
Your lips press together in determination as you push yourself up from the bed, grabbing your phone. “Fine. I’ll show you both.”
Their laughter follows you as you make your way to the kitchen, muttering under your breath about how they always gang up on you.
The Alpha Phi kitchen is eerily spotless, the kind of clean that could probably get the entire frat house featured in a lifestyle magazine, if not for the sheer chaos that brews within its walls on a daily basis. But no one dares disrupt the pristine order because this is Minho’s domain, and Minho takes the state of his kitchen personally.
Everyone still remembers the time Changbin thought he could get away with leaving a mug of coffee behind the microwave. By the time Minho found it, it had grown a fuzzy green mould colony, and Minho had tried to shove Changbin into the oven as retribution. Lesson learned. No one fucks with Minho’s kitchen.
You hum to yourself as you pull open the cabinet that holds your most prized possession, your matching Powerpuff Girls mug set with Jeongin and Seungmin. Your mug is Bubbles, because obviously. Jeongin’s is Blossom, because he insists he’s the responsible one, which is a lie, and Seungmin’s is Buttercup, mostly because he’s a little shit with a permanent resting bitch face. You smile fondly at them as you line all three up on the counter, feeling a strange sort of satisfaction at the sight.
Then you turn to the coffee machine and immediately, all confidence drains out of your body.
You tilt your head, staring at the intimidating array of buttons and dials, completely at a loss. Why does it look like something that belongs in a spaceship? At your apartment, you just boil water like a normal person, scoop in some instant coffee, and call it a day. But, of course, there’s no fucking kettle in this kitchen. Because this is Alpha Phi, and they do everything the fancy, overly complicated way.
You exhale through your nose, placing your hands on your hips as you analyze your enemy. It can’t be that hard, right? There are buttons. Probably labelled ones. Maybe you just-
The door swings open, and you turn just in time to see Chan and Felix walk in, hand in hand, their fingers loosely intertwined like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Felix is practically glowing, his blue hair looking extra tousled, probably from Chan’s hands. Chan, on the other hand, has that effortlessly cool thing going on, dressed in one of his many hoodies with his black hair falling over his forehead.
Both of them pause when they see you standing in front of the machine, looking like you’re about to challenge it to a duel and Chan raises an eyebrow. “You okay?”
You blink and glance over at him. “Yeah.”
Felix’s lips twitch as he follows your gaze to the machine. “You making coffee?”
“Hopefully at some point in the next decade,” you say, crossing your arms. “Seungmin said I’m intelligent but have no common sense and bet I couldn’t use the machine. And I want to prove him wrong.”
Chan and Felix exchange a look, both clearly amused.
You huff. “He also said I can’t ask Minho for help, which is absolute bullshit because Minho would totally help me.”
Chan chuckles. “Maybe start with plugging it in.”
You blink. Then slowly look down. The fucking machine isn’t even plugged in.
You inhale sharply, closing your eyes for a moment to suppress the overwhelming sense of defeat. Then you sigh, waving a hand. “You know what? I’m just gonna go tell Seungmin he’s right. I can take the blow to my pride.”
Felix gasps. “You can’t.”
“You’re right, my pride definitely cannot take it,” you admit solemnly. “I’ll just go to that cafe down the street and buy coffee. I’m a genius.”
Chan laughs, shaking his head. “That’s cheating.”
“And?” You arch an eyebrow. “I am perfectly willing to cheat my way through life, just not through academics.”
Felix looks at you like you’ve just declared yourself a prophet. “That might be the most relatable thing you’ve ever said.”
Chan sighs fondly before reaching for the cord and plugging in the machine himself. He flicks a few switches, presses some buttons, and within seconds, the machine is whirring to life like it wasn’t just a fucking Rubik’s cube of confusion two minutes ago.
“Alright,” he says, stepping back and gesturing. “I’ll make them, but you have to at least watch so you can fake it in case Seungmin quizzes you.”
“Understood.”
Felix leans against the counter, arms crossed, watching as Chan starts measuring out coffee grounds like a professional barista. His eyes flick toward you, glinting with amusement. “You really thought about just walking out and buying coffee, huh?”
You grab the Oreo tin from Jisung’s snack cupboard and pop it open. “Of course. It’s the fastest way to preserve my dignity.”
Felix snickers. “You have a very loose definition of dignity.”
You grin at him, grabbing a handful of Oreos. “You’re just jealous you didn’t think of it first.”
Chan shakes his head as he pours hot coffee into the mugs, steam curling into the air. “You do know this machine has been here since the first time you visited the frat house, right?”
“Listen.” You lift a single Oreo between your fingers and point at him. “I have better things to worry about than the history of your unnecessarily complicated kitchen appliances.”
Felix reaches over and plucks an Oreo from your pile, popping it into his mouth with a pleased hum. “I can’t believe you’re the only person Jisung lets into his snack stash.”
You shrug, munching on one yourself. “He loves me.”
Chan snorts, setting the now-filled Powerpuff Girls mugs on the counter. “Nah, it’s ‘cause you’re the only one who doesn’t steal half his shit.”
Felix gasps, clutching his chest. “Excuse me, I always ask.”
Felix pouts, but you just grin, hugging your Bubbles mug to your chest. “Felix gets a pass because he’s adorable.”
Chan scoffs, shooting Felix a pointed look. “This is why she doesn’t believe people flirt with her.”
Felix just smirks, licking an Oreo crumb from his thumb. “I know. It’s fucking hilarious.”
You frown at them. “What?”
Chan just shakes his head, eyes warm as he nudges your mug closer to you. “Nothing, angel.”
You don’t register the pet name as anything but friendly, because why would you? You think they’re just naturally affectionate. You don’t notice the way Felix watches you with open fondness or the way Chan’s gaze lingers just a little too long.
Felix and Chan watch as you disappear up the stairs, the three Powerpuff Girls mugs carefully balanced in your hands, your fluffy pink socks muffling your footsteps against the hardwood floor. The moment you’re out of earshot, Chan lets out an exasperated sigh, rubbing a hand over his face as he leans back against the counter. His other hand stays curled around Felix’s waist, instinctively keeping him close.
“She doesn’t have a fucking clue we like her, does she?” Chan mutters, voice heavy with disbelief.
Felix snorts, nestling himself against Chan’s side as he tilts his head up to press a kiss to Chan’s jaw, his lips soft and warm against the older boy’s skin. “Not a single fucking one,” he murmurs, amusement lacing his voice.
Chan groans, throwing his head back slightly before running his fingers through his hair. “Is she blind?”
Felix hums, looking up at him with a mischievous glint in his dark brown eyes. “Considering she didn’t realize the coffee machine wasn’t even plugged in, it’s entirely possible.”
Chan barks out a laugh, shaking his head. “Fuck, you might be right.”
“I mean,” Felix continues, stretching his arms out lazily before linking his fingers behind Chan’s neck, “her and Jisung are basically the same fucking person. Lack of survival instincts? Check. Unaware of their own goddamn appeal? Check. Oblivious as fuck to people flirting with them? Massive check.”
Chan raises an eyebrow, lips twitching. “So, what, you’re saying we’ve got another Minho and Jisung situation on our hands?”
“Oh, one hundred percent.” Felix grins, poking Chan’s chest playfully. “Minho could suck Jisung’s dick and that dumbass would still be like, ‘Minho’s my bro. Bros suck bros’ dicks sometimes, right?’” He pauses for dramatic effect, then shakes his head. “He’s still fucking convinced Minho is fully straight.”
Chan lets out a loud, incredulous laugh, gripping Felix’s waist tighter as he tries to catch his breath. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
“I’m just saying,” Felix shrugs, resting his chin against Chan’s shoulder, “if Jisung can’t tell Minho is obsessed with him, then Y/N’s never gonna figure out we both want to rail her six ways to Sunday.”
Chan groans again, head falling back against the cabinet with a dull thud. “God, don’t fucking say shit like that when we just watched her skip out of here with that stupid, happy smile on her face.”
Felix giggles, wiggling his eyebrows. “What? You know I’m right.”
Chan exhales, shaking his head. “Yeah, you’re right, and that makes it so much fucking worse.”
Felix pats his chest comfortingly. “It’s okay, babe. We’ll just have to make our flirting even more obvious.”
Chan side-eyes him. “We literally call her angel. We buy her food. We’re constantly touching her. What the fuck else are we supposed to do? Write her a goddamn love letter?”
Felix considers this for a moment before smirking. “Maybe.”
Chan lets out another groan and tilts Felix’s face up to kiss him, slow and lingering, the warmth of Felix’s lips grounding him. Felix sighs happily into it, fingers curling into the fabric of Chan’s hoodie, and for a moment, they just exist in their own little world.
When they pull apart, Felix rests his forehead against Chan’s. “We could just tell her,” he suggests softly.
Chan lets out a humourless chuckle. “Yeah. And risk scaring her off?”
Felix sighs, closing his eyes. “Yeah, that’d fucking suck.”
Chan presses another quick kiss to Felix’s lips before nudging him toward the doorway. “Come on, let’s get out of here before Minho finds out we’ve been standing in his kitchen this whole time without cleaning anything.”
Felix grins, lacing their fingers together as they head toward the living room. “Good call. I’d rather not end up in the oven like Changbin.”
The crisp autumn air carries a sharp bite as you and Jeongin weave through the bustling Miroh College campus, the two of you moving with a level of urgency that would make anyone think you were late for an important lecture. But, in reality, you're just trying to avoid Seungmin. “We can’t keep running forever,” Jeongin huffs, adjusting the strap of his bag over his shoulder as he glances over his shoulder like a man being hunted.
You scoff, heels clicking against the pavement as you grip his sleeve and pull him behind a large oak tree near the library. “We can and we will. We lost that bet, and there is no way in hell I’m letting Seungmin cash in on whatever horrifying punishment he’s cooked up for us.”
Jeongin presses himself flat against the tree trunk, panting slightly as he peeks out into the open courtyard. “I knew we should’ve never bet against him. We’re fucking idiots.”
“Speak for yourself,” you mutter, adjusting your white headband with one hand while your other rests on your hip. “I just got dragged into your dumbass decision.”
“Oh, please,” Jeongin rolls his eyes, looking you up and down. “Like you weren’t all smug and confident about it. ‘Oh, Jeongin, there’s no way Seungmin can beat us in trivia night, we’re both so smart and pretty, what could go wrong?’” His voice mimics a high-pitched version of your own, and you jab him in the ribs.
“I do not sound like that.”
“You absolutely do,” he retorts, dodging another jab. “And now we’re paying the price for our hubris.”
You sigh dramatically, shifting your weight onto one leg. The fitted black sweater layered over your white ruffled blouse hugs you comfortably, and your pleated black-and-white tweed mini skirt flutters slightly in the breeze. Your glossy Mary Janes gleam in the late afternoon sun, and you feel an odd sort of satisfaction knowing your outfit is cute as hell, even if you are currently in hiding.
“We need a plan,” you say, squinting into the distance as if the answer to your predicament is hidden among the crowd of students milling about the quad.
Jeongin waves a dismissive hand. “We don’t need a plan. We just need to avoid him for, I don’t know, another week?”
“A week?” You snort. “Seungmin’s patient as fuck. He’ll wait until we’ve let our guard down and then pounce.”
“Okay, true,” Jeongin admits, scrunching his nose. “We might need a new strategy.”
Before either of you can formulate one, Jeongin’s face suddenly lights up, his posture straightening with excitement. “Oh! We’re going out next Saturday.”
You blink at him. “Okay. Where?”
“Side Effects,” he announces proudly, rocking back on his heels. “You know, the bar where all the drinks are named after side effects of medication?”
Your lips curve into a grin. “Oh, Jisung and I are regulars there.”
Jeongin smirks knowingly. “Yeah, of course, you two anxious motherfuckers are.”
You let out a laugh, shaking your head. “Anxiety is our typical order.”
Jeongin laughs along with you. “Obviously. Anyway, me and the rest of the frat are all going as a group, and you’re coming too.”
You pause for a moment, tilting your head. “Are you sure? I mean, you said it’s a frat thing.”
Jeongin fixes you with an unimpressed stare. “Don’t be an idiot. You’re around the house enough that you’re basically our honorary female member.”
You scoff playfully. “That’s not how that works.”
“It is now,” Jeongin declares, folding his arms. “So, you coming or what?”
You exhale dramatically as if you actually need to think about it, before shrugging. “Sure. I need a break from reading about immunology anyway.”
“Yes!” Jeongin pumps a fist in victory before his expression turns serious. “Now, the real challenge. We need to convince Seungmin to dress sexy.”
You let out an undignified snort. “We’d have better luck winning the lottery.”
“I know,” Jeongin groans, rubbing his face. “But he has to. He cannot-” he emphasizes the word with a dramatic hand gesture, “-come with us in a sweater vest. I will kill myself if he does.”
“Same,” you deadpan, crossing your arms.
Jeongin sticks out his fist. “Pact?”
You nod solemnly, bumping your fist against his. “Pact.”
“Found you.”
You and Jeongin freeze in tandem, like two deer caught in headlights. Slowly, ever so slowly, you turn your heads, only to find Seungmin standing a few feet away, arms crossed, lips curled into the most infuriatingly smug smirk you’ve ever seen.
“Shit,” Jeongin whispers.
“Run,” you whisper back.
You both bolt, feet pounding against the pavement as you attempt to escape the inevitable wrath of Seungmin, but it’s no use. He’s quicker than he looks, and before you can make it more than a few steps, he reaches out and snatches both of you by the collars of your shirts like a pissed-off mother cat.
"Where exactly do you think you're going, dumbasses?" Seungmin drawls, voice laced with unimpressed amusement. He doesn’t even sound winded, which is the real insult here.
You kick your feet uselessly in the air, your glossy Mary Janes barely brushing against the ground as you struggle in his grasp. “Let us go, you tyrant!” you cry dramatically, thrashing like a wild animal.
“Oh, yeah, totally,” Seungmin deadpans. “Let me just release the two dipshits who thought they could evade me forever.”
Jeongin groans beside you, his arms flailing as he tries to pry Seungmin’s grip off his hoodie. “We had a good run.”
“You had a stupid run,” Seungmin corrects.
Then, just as you’re about to accept your fate, you spot your saviour. Standing across the quad, looking effortlessly unbothered, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his jacket. And just like that, an idea forms. A brilliant, foolproof, utterly genius idea. “Minho!” you yell, your voice carrying across the campus like a war cry.
Seungmin stiffens. “Oh, for fuck’s sake.”
Minho’s head lifts at the sound of your voice, his gaze flicking toward you with mild curiosity. When his eyes land on the sight of you and Jeongin being physically restrained by Seungmin, one brow raises, amusement flickering across his face. “Do I even want to know?” Minho calls back.
Seungmin clicks his tongue, already knowing he’s lost. He curses under his breath and, begrudgingly, lets you go. Because if there’s one thing Seungmin values more than retribution, it’s self-preservation. And he knows, he fucking knows, that Minho will bite him if he even so much as thinks about bothering you. A fact that you abuse often.
With a triumphant grin, you immediately hop over to Minho, leaving Jeongin to suffer alone. “You saved me from a fate most foul,” you sigh dramatically, slipping beneath Minho’s arm as he wraps it loosely around your shoulders. “Seungmin was about to make me suffer the consequences of my actions.”
Minho hums, nodding as if this is the most serious information he’s received all day. “Can’t have that happening to you.”
You shake your head solemnly. “Only Jeongin.”
Minho smirks. “Only Jeongin.”
From behind you, Jeongin lets out a betrayed noise, his eyes wide with sheer, unfiltered horror as Seungmin tightens his grip on his hoodie. “Wait, no! You can’t just leave me!” Jeongin wails, legs kicking uselessly as Seungmin starts dragging him away. “I THOUGHT WE WERE IN THIS TOGETHER!”
You press a hand to your chest, feigning sadness. “I’ll miss you.”
“YOU’RE THE WORST,” Jeongin screeches, fingers clawing at the ground as if he can somehow anchor himself there.
Seungmin, thoroughly unamused, adjusts his hold and hauls Jeongin over his shoulder like he weighs nothing. “This is what you get for thinking you could escape me.”
Jeongin’s wails only grow louder as Seungmin marches away with him, and you make no effort to suppress your laughter. Minho chuckles beside you, shaking his head.
“You’re such a little shit,” Minho muses, poking your side.
You beam up at him. “I know.”
And as Jeongin’s suffering echoes across the campus, you loop your arm through Minho’s and happily walk the other way, completely unbothered by whatever punishment Seungmin is about to unleash on your poor, unfortunate best friend.
Jeongin strides into Chan’s room without knocking, entirely unbothered by the fact that Chan and Felix are currently engaged in an absolutely filthy makeout session on the bed. Chan is shirtless, his toned torso on full display, while Felix is clad in nothing but his boxers, straddling Chan’s lap as they move against each other, a slow, heated grind of hips that leaves very little to the imagination. The air is thick with the scent of cologne and something heavier, something unmistakably them. Moans mix with breathy chuckles, the occasional murmured praise between kisses filling the space.
Jeongin doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t pause. He doesn’t so much as acknowledge the borderline indecent display. Instead, he holds out his hand, palm up, expectant. “Pay up.”
Felix barely pulls back, lips kiss-bruised and breath uneven. “What?” he pants, blinking dazedly at Jeongin like he’s only just registering his presence.
Jeongin stares at them, unimpressed. “I got her to agree to come to the bar with us next Saturday. Now, pay up.”
Chan groans, not out of frustration but more in the for fuck’s sake, I should’ve expected this kind of way. He leans back against the headboard, dragging a hand through his hair before reaching over to the nightstand. Without hesitation, he slaps a wad of sixty thousand won in notes into Jeongin’s waiting palm.
Felix, finally processing the information, straightens up slightly. “You really got her to come?” His voice carries equal parts excitement and disbelief.
Jeongin pockets the cash without ceremony. “Yeah. It wasn’t that hard. She likes going out; she just doesn’t have the time for it. You know, because of the whole double major thing.”
Felix flops dramatically onto Chan’s chest, groaning. “How does she not know we like her?”
Jeongin snorts, shaking his head as he folds his arms across his chest. “Because I love the girl, but she just thinks everyone is nice. She doesn’t know she’s a fucking knockout that has half the campus trying to get into her panties.”
Chan frowns at that, jaw tightening. He shifts slightly, like the idea of people wanting you in that way doesn’t sit right with him. Like he hates that you don’t see it, that you don’t see yourself the way you deserve to. Felix sighs heavily, running a hand through his tousled blue hair. “She really doesn’t notice, does she?”
Jeongin shakes his head. “Nope. Not even a little bit. She’s got, like, the lowest fucking self-esteem I’ve ever seen. Just assumes no one sees her as anything more than a friend.”
Chan exhales through his nose, rubbing his temples. “But we flirt with her all the time.”
Jeongin shrugs. “Yeah, and she thinks you’re just being friendly.”
Felix lets out an almost pained noise, burying his face against Chan’s shoulder. “This is actually suffering.”
“You’re gonna have to ease her into it,” Jeongin advises, plopping himself down in the chair near the desk. “She’s not used to people liking her, let alone an already established couple.”
Chan pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing. “Fucking hell.”
Felix groans. “I wanna kiss her so bad.”
Jeongin rolls his eyes. “Yeah, well, you’re gonna have to work for it, because she’s not gonna get it unless you basically spell it out for her.”
Felix flops backwards onto the bed with a defeated sigh. “This is bullshit.”
Jeongin smirks. “Well, on the bright side, you have an insider source. Consider that a blessing.”
Felix suddenly perks up, propping himself up on his elbows, eyes gleaming with mischief. “We could just tell Seungmin that you’ve been helping us try to date his and your best friend.”
Jeongin snorts so hard he almost chokes. “Pfft. You wouldn’t.”
Chan raises a brow. “Wouldn’t we?”
Jeongin grins, shaking his head. “Nah, because then Seungmin would start extorting the two of you, and you know that motherfucker would be worse than me.”
Chan exhales sharply. “I hate that you’re right.”
Felix throws his head back with a dramatic groan. “This is the worst timeline.”
Jeongin just laughs, standing up and patting his pocket where his freshly earned sixty-thousand won sits comfortably.
“Help us make some semblance of a plan,” Felix whines, poking at Jeongin’s leg with his foot as the younger boy makes himself comfortable in the chair by the desk.
Jeongin doesn’t even look up from where he’s idly scrolling on his phone. Instead, he just holds out his hand, palm open, expectant.
Chan groans, rubbing his temples. “You’re like a fucking toll bridge.”
“And yet you still pay every time,” Jeongin muses, barely hiding his smirk as Chan slaps another wad of cash into his palm. He counts it leisurely, flipping through the notes with a pleased hum before tucking it into his hoodie pocket.
Felix watches this unfold with narrowed eyes, then squints at Jeongin in suspicion. “You just made us pay you to make her come out with us, and now you’re charging us again for a plan?”
Jeongin grins, stretching his arms over his head. “The plan I will give you is, unfortunately, a premium subscription. Unless you want the basic plan.”
Chan exhales sharply through his nose, already annoyed. “And what the fuck is the basic plan?”
Jeongin tilts his head. “Just keep doing whatever the fuck you’re doing and hope she gets a clue in the next ten years.”
Felix gasps, appalled. “That’s fucking useless.”
Jeongin shrugs. “Exactly. Hence the premium plan.”
Chan glares, muttering something under his breath about thieves and con artists before begrudgingly slapping more cash into Jeongin’s waiting hand and Jeongin grins, cracking his knuckles. “Alright, listen up, dumb and dumber. The problem here is that she thinks you two are her friends.”
Felix groans. “We are her friends.”
Jeongin shakes his head. “No, no, I mean she sees you the same way she sees me, Seungmin, Minho, and Jisung.”
Felix gasps so dramatically that Chan actually has to slap a hand over his mouth to shut him up and Jeongin nods solemnly. “Yeah. You two are, in her mind, firmly planted in the best friend zone. You might as well be me, dude. That’s your competition right now.”
Felix slaps Chan’s hand away, scandalized. “WHAT THE FUCK?! CHAN, WE’RE IN THE JEONGIN ZONE?!”
Jeongin simply nods, like this is serious news that must be taken with the utmost gravity. “Yes. You are in the Jeongin Zone.”
Chan’s entire body sags as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
“So,” Jeongin continues, propping one leg up over his knee, “you need to make her see you in another light. Right now, she’s got you classified under ‘Safe and Non-Threatening Friendship.’ You need to shake that up. Gently.”
Felix narrows his eyes. “How the fuck do we do that?”
Jeongin hums, tapping his chin. “First of all, do not make her uncomfortable. She’s not used to being wanted, so don’t just come at her full force. Ease her into it. Little things. Keep flirting, but push just a bit further every time. Compliment her more, but in a way that makes it clear you see her as attractive, not just cute. Physical affection? Step it up, but keep it natural.”
Chan nods, considering this. “Okay, that makes sense. What else?”
“Oh,” Jeongin grins, “also? She has arachnophobia.”
Felix perks up immediately. “That’s perfect. We can save her from spiders.”
Jeongin smirks. “That’ll score you some points, yeah. Now, one last thing.” He leans forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees. “You need to convince Coach to let the cheerleaders perform for the full duration of halftime at the next game against the Levanter Lobos.”
Chan furrows his brows. “Why?”
Jeongin’s smirk fades slightly. “Because they’re staging a protest.”
Felix and Chan exchange a glance and Jeongin sighs, rubbing a hand down his face. “You know that TA who only got a brief suspension after harassing female students?”
Chan’s expression hardens. “Yeah.”
Jeongin nods. “The cheer team were his biggest targets, and now that he’s back, they want to protest his return.”
Felix sits up straighter. “Even Y/N?”
Jeongin shrugs, looking away. “It’s her story to tell.” His voice is quieter now, more serious. “It took her a while to tell Seungmin and me. I’m not gonna spill her business.”
Chan clenches his jaw, hands tightening into fists. “Fucking hell.”
Felix exhales slowly, pressing a hand to his forehead. “Yeah. Okay. We’ll get Coach to approve it.”
Jeongin nods, standing up and stretching. “Good. Now, I’ve got shit to do, and I’m already a couple hundred thousand won richer, so I’ll be taking my leave.”
Felix throws a pillow at him. “Fucking scammer.”
Jeongin catches it with a grin. “Pleasure doing business with you, losers.” And with that, he waltzes out, leaving Chan and Felix sitting there, more determined than ever.
The Alpha Phi kitchen is dimly lit, the only source of light coming from the overhead stove fixture and the dull glow of Jisung’s laptop screen. It’s the middle of the night, and you and Jisung have long since abandoned any pretence of productivity. The initial plan had been noble, an all-nighter to power through your respective essays. Jisung, working on a criminal psychology paper about the correlation between childhood trauma and serial offenders, and you, tackling an extensive pharmacodynamics essay that had been looming over you for the past two weeks.
It had started well enough, with the both of you settled at the kitchen table, books and notes spread chaotically across the surface, the occasional scribble of a pen filling the silence. But the problem with you and Jisung studying together is that you both suffer from severe procrastination and catastrophic attention spans.
The moment one of you so much as breathed in a way that hinted at distraction, it was game over. So, naturally, about an hour ago, you’d both given up. Now, the essays are forgotten, the textbooks shoved aside in favour of something far more important, music, gossip, and Jisung’s secret stash of soju.
Jisung sits across from you at the table, clad in his signature late-night study attire, white Hello Kitty pyjama pants, a white tank top, and his ridiculous pink slippers. He had insisted on buying the matching pyjama pants for you, too, claiming it was non-negotiable. You’d relented, and now you sit mirroring him, your pink Hello Kitty pyjama trousers comfortable as you sip soju straight from the bottle, legs curled up on the chair. Your cropped white camisole barely does anything to keep you warm, but the alcohol buzz helps.
Jisung is mid-rant, voice animated as he leans across the table. “Okay, so, get this. You remember that one TA, you know the one, who was fucking around with that sophomore from the dance department?”
You blink at him, soju bottle pausing mid-air. “The guy who looks like he’s one bad decision away from committing wire fraud?”
Jisung cackles, smacking the table. “YES! Him! So, apparently, he got caught trying to cheat on his fiancée, who, by the way, is pregnant, but get this, he tried to do it with one of the professors. Like, a whole ass faculty member.”
Your jaw drops. “No fucking way.”
Jisung nods rapidly, eyes wide with glee. “Swear to God. And the best part? The professor rejected his ass so hard she went straight to the dean about it.”
You let out an exaggerated gasp. “As she fucking should!”
He holds up a finger. “Wait, it gets better. The dean pulled up receipts from other students who had already complained about him for being a sleazy bastard, and now his fiancée, who, might I remind you, is carrying his unborn child, found out everything.”
You gasp again, slamming your palm against the table. “Tell me she left his ass.”
“Oh, immediately,” Jisung confirms with a manic grin. “Kicked him out of their apartment, trashed his shit, and she blasted his cheating ass all over social media.”
You let out a delighted shriek, shaking his arm. “I love women.”
Jisung laughs, leaning back in his chair. “Women are a fucking gift.”
You nod fervently, taking another swig of soju. The warmth of the alcohol spreads through you, making you sink further into your seat, relaxed and happy. This is your favourite part about late-night study sessions with Jisung. Sure, you never actually get anything done, but the chaos, the drama, the stupid giggles, it makes it worth it.
Jisung lets out a long yawn, stretching his arms over his head before pushing himself up from his chair. “I need a fucking caffeine boost if we’re gonna keep going.”
You frown as he makes his way to the fridge, opening it and rummaging through the shelves. “You do realize we haven’t actually studied for like an hour, right?”
He snorts. “Details, details.”
A moment later, he turns around, two energy drinks in hand. He tosses one to you, and you catch it easily, popping it open without hesitation. The moment the liquid touches your tongue, you let out an involuntary shudder and Jisung notices immediately, cackling. “Tastes like battery acid, doesn’t it?”
You cough. “This is gonna restart my fucking nervous system.”
Jisung takes a sip of his own and physically recoils. “Why does this taste like regret?”
You groan, rubbing your temples. “We are so gonna regret this in the morning.”
Jisung waves a dismissive hand. “Future us problem.”
You both clink your cans together in mock celebration.
Then, it happens. From the corner of your eye, something moves. It’s fast, dark, and scuttling across the kitchen floor with far too many legs. For a moment, your brain refuses to process what you just saw. Maybe it’s the sleep deprivation. Maybe it’s the soju. Maybe it’s the godforsaken energy drink rewiring your neurons. But then Jisung sees it too and all hell breaks loose.
“SPIDER!”
You and Jisung fucking shriek in perfect harmony, launching yourselves onto the kitchen island so violently that your slippers are left abandoned on the floor. The bottle of soju tips over, spilling across the table, but neither of you care. Your priorities have dramatically shifted.
Jisung clings to you like his life depends on it, arms locked around your waist in a death grip as you both balance precariously on the counter, legs curled up as if that alone will protect you from the eight-legged demon lurking below.
“Oh my fucking god,” you wheeze, voice barely coherent. “Jisung, do something!”
“ME?!” he screeches, clinging to you tighter. “BITCH, WHAT THE FUCK AM I GONNA DO?!”
You shake his shoulders violently. “FUCKING KILL IT!”
Jisung glares at you, scandalized. “YOU FUCKING DO IT, YOU’RE A SCIENCE MAJOR!”
You let out a strangled noise. “WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING?!”
Jisung waves his arms wildly. “FUCKING ANATOMY OR SOME SHIT! DISSECT IT! SCIENCE IT TO DEATH!”
You whimper, gripping his tank top like a lifeline. “Jisung, it’s so big.”
Jisung’s entire body trembles. “I know.”
The spider remains where it is, unmoving, as if it knows it holds all the power in this situation. You and Jisung, still clinging to each other for dear fucking life, remain standing on the counter. Screaming.
The gaming room is bathed in the glow of LED lights, the screen flashing the victorious finish line of Mario Kart as Felix groans into Chan’s mouth, thoroughly defeated. He had been determined to win at least one round against Chan, but his boyfriend is a fucking menace with the controller, and every single time Felix had gotten close to victory, Chan had thrown a well-timed shell or expertly drifted around him, smirking like an asshole the entire time.
Now, Felix is venting his frustrations in the only way he knows how, straddling Chan’s lap on the couch, gripping his jaw, and kissing him hard enough to make up for every single loss. Chan doesn’t seem to mind, hands firm on Felix’s waist, thumbs rubbing slow, teasing circles over the warm skin beneath his hoodie. Their breathing is heavy, lips brushing lazily against each other as Felix grumbles between kisses.
“I fucking hate you,” Felix murmurs, sucking Chan’s bottom lip into his mouth and nipping it with his teeth, just to be a little mean.
Chan hums in amusement, tilting his head to deepen the kiss, his fingers digging into Felix’s waist with just enough pressure to make him feel it. “Yeah? What else is new?”
Felix rolls his hips down, making Chan inhale sharply through his nose. “Fucking cheated,” Felix mutters.
Chan chuckles against his lips. “Not my fault you’re shit at Mario Kart.”
Felix pulls back just enough to narrow his eyes at him, prepared to argue, but before he can get a single word out, an ear-piercing scream echoes from somewhere in the house. Both of them immediately freeze. Another scream follows, two voices this time, high-pitched and frantic. Felix and Chan exchange a glance.
Jisung. And you.
Chan barely has time to mutter, “What the fuck-” before Felix is already up, yanking him off the couch, both of them racing towards the kitchen, their previous activities completely forgotten.
The scene they walk in on is utter fucking chaos. You and Jisung are on the kitchen island, clinging to each other for dear fucking life. Your eyes are wide, faces tight with sheer terror, limbs wrapped so tightly around each other that it’s hard to tell where one of you ends and the other begins. The spilt soju bottle drips onto the floor, forgotten, while the cause of your absolute distress lurks menacingly near the fridge.
A spider. And not just any spider, a big fucking spider. Felix stops short, eyes flicking between the scene in front of him, then to Chan, then back to you two, who are still making absolutely no effort to get down from your self-made safety island.
Before he can finish, you make a split-second decision, driven purely by instinct. You launch yourself off the counter and straight into Chan’s arms. Chan barely has time to react before he catches you, arms instinctively wrapping around your waist as you cling to him like a lifeline, your legs wrapping around his torso like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
Chan stands there for a second, eyes wide, before looking down at you, pressed completely against him. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, breath shaky against his neck. “Don’t put me down,” you whisper.
Chan lets out a slow breath. “Wouldn’t fucking dream of it.”
Jisung, meanwhile, is still stranded, now pointing accusingly at the spider. “Kill it,” he commands.
Felix blinks, then sighs, grabbing the nearest rolled-up magazine from the counter. With zero hesitation, he steps forward and mercilessly swats the spider, its body crumpling instantly beneath the impact. The kitchen falls silent as Felix turns back around, tossing the magazine into the trash like he just finished a job well done.
Jisung, still visibly shaking, lets out a breath. “I want you to know that you just saved two lives today.”
Felix smirks. “What, you think I’d let you two fucking die over a spider?”
You groan, still curled into Chan’s hold. “It was so big, Felix.”
Chan sighs, rubbing soothing circles over your back. “Yeah, yeah, we know, angel.”
Felix eyes Jisung with mild amusement. “You planning on getting down anytime soon?”
Jisung scoffs. “Absolutely fucking not. I need time.”
Felix holds out a hand. “Come on, dumbass.”
Jisung hesitates for a long moment, eyes still darting around the kitchen like more spiders are lurking in the shadows. Finally, with great reluctance, he reaches out and lets Felix help him down. His legs wobble the moment he touches the floor, and Felix has to grip his arm to keep him steady.
Jisung exhales, rubbing his face. “I fucking hate this house.”
Chan chuckles, but before he can respond, Jisung suddenly tenses. His eyes go wide again. “THERE’S ANOTHER ONE!” he shrieks, scrambling back onto the counter so fast that he nearly topples over.
You let out an actual whimper, tightening your grip around Chan’s neck like you’re trying to merge with him as Felix groans. “Fucking hell.”
Without another word, he strides across the kitchen, snatching the magazine back out of the trash as Jisung flails. “BURN THE HOUSE DOWN.”
Felix ignores him, eyes scanning the area. “WHERE IS IT?” he demands.
Jisung points furiously toward the corner near the pantry. “THERE. LURKING.”
Felix moves, quick and efficient, and then SMACK. Another one down and Jisung lets out a breath of relief but still refuses to move. “Do a sweep.”
Felix whips around, scowling. “Are you fucking serious?”
“Yes.”
Felix sighs so hard, but pulls out his phone, turning on the flashlight, and starts fucking inspecting the entire kitchen.
You, meanwhile, do not move from Chan’s arms. Chan doesn’t seem to mind. His hold on you is steady, his body warm against yours. His hand rubs soothing circles into your back, the soft, repetitive motion helping ease the residual panic still buzzing beneath your skin.
As Felix methodically searches every inch of the kitchen, his phone’s flashlight flickering over cabinets and countertops like he’s a highly trained investigator rather than a half-dressed frat boy at two in the morning, Chan lets his gaze drift toward the kitchen window. His arms are still securely wrapped around you, your body warm and pressed tightly against his, and he has no intention of letting go anytime soon. You’re still slightly trembling from the spider-induced terror, and honestly, Chan’s kind of enjoying the way you’re clinging to him. Not that he’d ever admit it out loud. But then, movement catches his eye.
Outside, in the dimly lit backyard, Jeongin is crouched just beneath the kitchen window, peeking in like a goddamn goblin. The moment their eyes meet, Jeongin grins like the absolute menace he is and lifts his hand in an exaggerated thumbs-up. Chan furrows his brows, confused for a moment until it clicks. Jeongin. The little shit. He planted the fucking spiders.
Chan’s grip tightens instinctively around you as the realization hits him like a fucking truck. He doesn’t know how Jeongin managed it, but it’s so painfully obvious now. The conveniently placed, terrifyingly large spiders? The fact that both you and Jisung freaked out just enough to need rescuing? When Chan and Felix were the only ones downstairs?
That devious little bastard planned this.
Chan narrows his eyes in silent warning, but Jeongin only grins wider. Then, still maintaining eye contact, Jeongin forms a V-shape with his fingers, then promptly darts his tongue between them, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
Chan almost fucking drops you. His first instinct is to throw something, but his hands are full with you, and he definitely doesn’t want you turning around and seeing Jeongin acting like a feral cryptid in the backyard. So instead, he tightens his grip around your waist, subtly shifting you so that your face remains buried in his shoulder, keeping you blissfully unaware.
Then, he mouths a very clear, very deliberate, “You’re fucking dead.”
Jeongin does not take the threat seriously. If anything, it just makes him worse. He grins even wider, then lifts one hand and makes a circle with his fingers while the other hand repeatedly jabs a finger through the centre, his shit-eating grin widening as he nods enthusiastically.
Chan’s eye twitches and Jeongin then fucking levels up. He cups his own hand like he’s holding a nonexistent dick and fake jerks it off, his tongue darting out obscenely at the same time. Chan visibly recoils, horrified but Jeongin just keeps going. Now, he’s forming two circles with his fingers, mimicking breasts while thrusting his hips wildly, looking like a deranged demon outside the fucking window.
Chan is this close to having a goddamn aneurysm.
Felix, who is still inspecting the kitchen but has now noticed Chan’s sudden stiffness, frowns slightly. “What’s wrong with you?” he murmurs, shining his flashlight toward him.
Chan desperately tries to get Felix’s attention without you or Jisung noticing. His eyes dart meaningfully toward the window, and Felix follows his gaze, only to immediately snort when he sees Jeongin outside. Jeongin, who is now making exaggerated moaning faces while fake-thrusting into thin fucking air. Felix wheezes, nearly dropping his phone. “Oh my fucking God.”
Chan shoots his boyfriend a panicked glare, subtly jostling you against his chest to keep your attention away. Felix, however, is having the time of his fucking life. He watches as Jeongin ups the insanity, now pretending to spank himself while mimicking exaggerated slapping noises with his mouth.
Chan’s expression is pure, undiluted murder and Felix, choking back laughter, lifts his hand and silently salutes Jeongin through the window, acknowledging his true villain status. Chan tightens his grip on you again, his fingers pressing into your back in an attempt to ground himself. He knows the moment he lets go, he’s fucking launching himself out there and killing Jeongin with his bare hands.
Jeongin, still entirely unbothered by the absolute wrath in Chan’s eyes, winks, blows a lewd, exaggerated kiss, then sprints off into the darkness like the chaotic little goblin he is.
Felix, still quietly losing his fucking mind, finally nudges Chan with his elbow. “You have to admit,” he whispers, barely containing his laughter, “that was some next-level shit.”
Chan glares. “I’m going to fucking end him.”
Felix grins. “Not before I thank him.”
Chan groans, resisting the urge to just drop to the floor in exhaustion.
And the worst part? You and Jisung remain completely oblivious to all of it, still wrapped up in your arachnid-induced trauma.
The neon lights of Side Effects pulse in time with the deep bass of the music, the air thick with the scent of alcohol, expensive perfume, and just a hint of cigarette smoke from the back patio. The bar is packed, filled with students and young professionals alike, all looking for a night of reckless abandon. You stride in confidently, flanked by Seungmin, Minho, and Jeongin, the four of you cutting through the crowd like you own the place.
With your black faux leather blazer draped effortlessly over your shoulders, your fitted burgundy crop top hugging your frame perfectly, and your black leather mini-skirt barely skimming mid-thigh, you look like you belong in the VIP section of some exclusive underground club. Your chunky platform ankle boots add just enough height to make you feel powerful, and your dangling star earrings glint in the flashing lights as you toss your hair over your shoulder. Your black patent leather handbag swings lightly against your hip, the perfect finishing touch to your outfit.
And for once, for once, Seungmin doesn’t look like a grumpy lawyer in training. Through a combination of your relentless pleading, Jeongin’s shameless bribing, and one single, perfectly arched eyebrow from Minho, you’d finally convinced Seungmin to dress like he actually wants to get laid.
He’s wearing a deep emerald satin button-up, only half-buttoned, tucked into fitted black trousers that hug his legs just right, paired with sleek black boots that add just enough edge to make him look dangerous in all the right ways. His orange hair is styled slightly messier than usual, the strands falling into his eyes in a way that looks almost unintentional, but it’s not.
“You know,” Jeongin muses as he takes in the sight of Seungmin’s outfit, “I hate to say this, but you actually look kind of fuckable.”
Seungmin side-eyes him, unimpressed. “And yet, I still choose not to be.”
You snort, linking your arm through Minho’s as the four of you head toward the bar. “You say that now, but just wait. By the end of the night, someone is gonna be all over you.”
Seungmin scoffs. “If that someone is you or Jeongin, I’m calling campus security.”
Jeongin dramatically clutches his chest. “We would never hit on you, Seungmin. We have taste.”
“Mm-hmm.” Seungmin rolls his eyes, but the corner of his lips twitches just slightly, betraying his amusement.
As you weave through the crowd, your eyes catch on the large booth near the back of the bar, where the rest of your friends are already settled. The sight of them makes you grin.
Chan is perched at the head of the booth, looking obscenely good in his fitted white cropped tank top, oversized black cargo pants, and those chunky black boots that make him look like he could stomp on you and you’d thank him for it. His red and black leather jacket hangs off his shoulders just right, and his statement necklace catches the light as he tilts his head slightly, talking to Changbin. His multiple earrings gleam in the dim lighting, and you swear he just radiates effortless confidence.
And then there’s Felix, curled up right in Chan’s lap, looking like absolute sin in his sleeveless black leather vest, the sheer shimmering long-sleeve mesh shirt underneath adding just the right amount of tease. His low-rise distressed denim jeans hug his hips obscenely, and his fingers, adorned with chunky silver rings, drum lightly against Chan’s shoulder as he speaks animatedly to Jisung. His platform boots add just enough height to make him look dangerously pretty, and you barely resist the urge to sigh at how unfairly attractive both of them are.
Minho nudges your side, smirking. “You’re staring.”
You roll your eyes but don’t deny it. “They’re pretty.”
Minho snorts. “They know they’re pretty.”
You hum in agreement before pulling him toward the bar. “Come on. Drinks first.”
The moment you reach the counter, the bartender gives you a knowing nod. You and Jisung are regulars, after all. You lean against the bar, drumming your fingers against the polished wood. “An Anxiety for me.”
Minho slides onto the stool next to you, resting his elbow against the bar. “Mania.”
The bartender quirks an amused brow but doesn’t comment, moving to mix your drinks and a presence sidles up next to you, and you glance over to see a guy, tall, decent-looking, clearly confident, leaning against the bar with a smirk that screams bad intentions.
“Hey,” he drawls, eyes sweeping over you, lingering on your bare midriff. “Haven’t seen you here before.”
You tilt your head, smiling politely. “Oh, I come here all the time.”
His smirk falters for a fraction of a second, but he recovers quickly. “Yeah? Funny I haven’t noticed you.”
You hum, sipping your drink. “Probably ‘cause I usually come with my friend.”
The guy chuckles, leaning in slightly. “Well, maybe now you’ve got another reason to come.”
Minho watches, amused, as you completely miss the blatant flirting. You just smile, oblivious, sipping your drink as if this is just a pleasant conversation with a stranger. The guy seems to take your silence as encouragement, because he lifts a hand, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face. Before his fingers can so much as graze your skin, Minho’s hand snaps up, smacking the guy’s hand away with a sharp slap. The sound is loud enough to cut through the music, and the guy jerks his hand back, startled.
Minho levels him with a single, unimpressed brow raise. “Don’t.”
The guy hesitates for a second, looking between you and Minho, clearly debating whether to push his luck. But then Minho tilts his head slightly, gaze turning just a fraction sharper, and the guy immediately backs the fuck down.
Without another word, he mutters something under his breath and walks away and you blink after him, confused. “What just happened?”
Minho takes a sip of his drink, completely unbothered. “He was hitting on you, cupcake.”
You pause, processing this, before frowning. “Really?”
Minho side-eyes you, lips curling slightly. “You’re so fucking oblivious.”
As you and Minho weave through the crowd back toward the booth, you frown, still stuck on what just happened at the bar. You take a sip of your Anxiety cocktail, the sharp tang of citrus and vodka lingering on your tongue, before turning to Minho with an inquisitive look.
"How do you even know that guy was hitting on me?" you ask, genuinely confused. "And second, why would he?"
Minho halts mid-step, exhaling through his nose like he’s just heard the dumbest thing in existence. His grip tightens around your wrist, and before you can react, he turns to face you fully and pinches your cheek hard.
You let out a whiny yelp, swatting at his hand. "Ow! Bitch!"
Minho sighs dramatically, shaking his head. "Cupcake, my poor, sweet, tragically unaware cupcake," he says, voice dripping with pity. "How do I even begin to explain this to you?"
You glare at him, rubbing your cheek. "You could start by not assaulting my face, dickhead."
"That was tough love," Minho deadpans before his expression softens just slightly. He exhales, tilting his head as he studies you, his eyes unreadable under the dim bar lights. "You’re hot, idiot. That’s why."
You blink, momentarily stunned. "Excuse me?"
Minho rolls his eyes, groaning. "See? This is what I’m talking about. You walk around every day acting like you’re just some random background character when, in reality, you’re the kind of girl people fucking notice, whether you realize it or not."
You open your mouth to argue, but Minho doesn’t let you.
"You have zero fucking clue what you look like to other people," he continues, voice firm but lacking its usual bite. "You walk into a room, and people see you, cupcake. You’re all big smiles and pretty fucking eyes and this insanely annoying energy that somehow works for you. You’re the kind of person who’s too fucking bright to be ignored. And guys? Guys notice that shit."
You shift on your feet, suddenly flustered. "Minho-"
"No, shut up, I’m talking," he interrupts, waving a dismissive hand. "You can’t fucking see it, but everyone else does. And it pisses me off that you don’t give yourself the credit you fucking deserve."
You chew on your bottom lip, uncertain. "I just don’t-"
Minho flicks your forehead and you yelp, pressing your hand to your forehead. "Ow! What the fuck?!"
"Shut up and listen." Minho leans in, expression serious. "You don’t think people want you. But they do. You just don’t notice it because your brain is too busy convincing you otherwise. That guy at the bar? He wanted you. That’s why he was trying to touch you. And if I hadn’t been there, you would’ve let him, because you’re too fucking nice to assume the worst in people."
You let out a frustrated sigh. "You assume the worst in people."
"Because I’m right," Minho says flatly. "And I swear to God, cupcake, if you ever let some random motherfucker touch you again just because you think it’s ‘harmless,’ I will actually commit a felony."
Despite yourself, you laugh. "What felony?"
"I don’t know yet," he says thoughtfully. "Manslaughter, probably."
You shake your head, exasperated. "You’re fucking insane."
"And you’re fucking blind." Minho pinches your cheek again before slinging an arm over your shoulder, steering you toward the booth. "Now, let’s go before I get pissed off for real."
Still flustered from Minho’s impromptu mean but weirdly touching pep talk, you let him lead you without protest. As you approach the booth, your eyes instinctively flick to Chan and Felix, where Felix is very much still in Chan’s lap, comfortably curled against him like he belongs there. Chan’s arm is draped over Felix’s waist, fingers tracing absentminded circles over his exposed side where his mesh shirt rides up.
Felix notices you first, eyes lighting up as he spots you. "There she is!" he exclaims, grin wide as he pats the empty seat next to Chan. "Come here, angel."
You don’t hesitate, sliding into the booth beside Chan. The leather seat is warm, and Chan, still radiating heat from the alcohol in his system, presses comfortably close to your side. Felix, still nestled in Chan’s lap, leans toward you with a teasing smile, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "Took you long enough."
Minho, instead of sitting on the other side of the booth, slides in right next to you, effectively sandwiching you between himself and Chan.
You blink in surprise. "Uh."
Chan smirks. "Comfy?"
Felix chuckles, running his fingers through his hair. "Damn, you’re in the safest spot in the whole bar right now. No one’s getting near you without explicit permission."
You let out a snort, sinking further into the seat. "Yeah, I fucking gathered that."
Minho leans back, expression smug as he casually throws an arm over the back of the booth. "What? Don’t like feeling protected, cupcake?"
You huff, crossing your arms. "I don’t need protection. I can take care of myself."
Chan, still silent, hums softly beside you, his fingers tapping a lazy rhythm against his thigh. Then, in a single, smooth motion, he leans in, his voice a low murmur against your ear. "We know you can, angel. But it’s still fun to do it anyway."
Your breath catches and Felix watches with interest, eyes glinting as he nudges your thigh with his knee. "You do make it easy to look after you."
You blink at both of them, thoroughly confused but too flustered to argue and Minho watches the exchange with mild amusement before sighing dramatically. "Jesus fucking Christ, she really doesn’t get it."
Felix cackles. "Nope."
Chan just smirks, taking a slow sip of his drink. "Not yet."
The night has spiralled into beautiful chaos. Two hours, countless drinks, and an obscene amount of bad decisions later, you find yourself slumped between Chan and Minho in the booth, your entire body boneless from alcohol and laughter. Felix, still perched in Chan’s lap like he was made to be there, is giggling into Chan’s neck, shoulders shaking as he wheezes with amusement.
On the dance floor, Hyunjin is grinding on Jisung, his hands on Jisung’s waist, moving obnoxiously to the beat of the music. Jisung, never one to be outdone, has his hands above his head, rolling his hips in exaggerated thrusts, his face dead serious as if this is the most important performance of his life.
Minho, ever composed, takes a slow sip of his drink, his other hand lazily playing with the hem of your top as you remain draped over him. “If I had a fucking won for every time I had to witness Jisung’s crimes against humanity, I’d have fully paid off my student loans.”
Chan chuckles, but his gaze flickers back to the dance floor, watching as Jisung gyrates with deep commitment. “You jealous, Min?” he teases.
You grin, resting your chin on Minho’s shoulder. “Don’t be jealous, Min, Jisung would never fuck Hyunjin.”
Minho hums, unconcerned. “That’s ‘cause Jisung thinks I’m as straight as a ruler.”
Chan snorts. “Well, yeah.”
Minho raises an eyebrow, shifting slightly, allowing you to sink even further into him. “Me? Straight? That’d be cruel of me. I’m for the he's, she’s, theys, and everyone else.”
Felix fucking screeches, throwing his head back against Chan’s shoulder as he cackles and you lose it, burying your face into Minho’s neck as your body shakes with uncontrollable laughter.
Across the table, Jeongin is draped over Seungmin, his entire body limp as he lets himself be cradled like a fucking rag doll. The sight alone is alarming, Jeongin isn’t exactly touchy, and Seungmin? Well, Seungmin is Seungmin.
Which means the fact that Seungmin is openly cuddling Jeongin is a surefire sign that they are both drunk as hell.
Chan eyes them warily. “That’s how you know they’re fucking gone.”
You nod solemnly, squinting as you watch Seungmin idly rub Jeongin’s back, the latter murmuring something incoherent against his shoulder. “I never thought I’d see the day,” you mumble.
Minho exhales. “We need to document this.”
Felix fumbles for his phone, still giggling. “Hold the fuck on.”
As Felix snaps a quick picture, Minho’s fingers reach for your hair, gathering the loose strands and twisting them up into a messy but secure bun. You let out a soft sigh as his hands work through your hair, gentle despite the usual roughness in his demeanour.
“Why’re you doing that?” you murmur, voice drowsy from the warmth of the alcohol and the constant contact.
Minho doesn’t hesitate. “So you don’t fucking get puke in it if you’re sick later.”
Meanwhile, Changbin, ever the responsible chaos enabler, waves down a server and orders another round for the group.
Chan groans, but he doesn’t argue as Felix cheers.
You just giggle into Minho’s shoulder, and he groans. “You’re so fucking wasted,” he mutters, exasperated.
You grin, pressing your cheek against his shoulder. “I love you, Min.”
Minho sighs, long-suffering. “I know.”
The first thing you register upon waking up is the absolute fucking warzone that is your brain. Your skull is pounding, your mouth feels like you swallowed an entire desert, and your stomach is not okay in the slightest. The second thing you register is that you are not in your own bed.
You crack open one bleary eye, blinking against the soft glow of morning light filtering in through the curtains. The walls around you are familiar, decorated with framed photos of cats, a collection of books stacked precariously on a small shelf, and a plushie that you distinctly remember gifting to Minho last Christmas still tucked into the corner of the bed. You’re in Minho’s room which means you got absolutely trashed last night.
You groan, throwing an arm over your face. You don’t even remember getting home, let alone changing clothes but judging by the fact that you are now in a pair of Minho’s loose shorts and an oversized t-shirt that definitely smells like him, you know exactly what happened. Minho took care of you. Again.
Still groaning, you push yourself up into a sitting position, your movements slow and painful, your head throbbing in protest. You barely manage to glance down before a voice pipes up from the floor.
"Aigoo," Minho coos, his voice still thick with sleep, his face half-buried in his pillow as he cracks one eye open to peer at you. "My cute little hungover monster."
You glare at him weakly, but there’s no energy behind it. "Shut the fuck up."
Minho just smirks lazily, snuggling deeper into his air mattress, his blanket pulled up to his chin. "Suffer," he mumbles before closing his eyes again, clearly not planning to move anytime soon.
With great effort, you peel yourself out of bed, the floor cool against your bare feet as you stumble toward the door, your limbs weak and uncoordinated. Your stomach churns violently as you make your way out into the hallway, one hand bracing against the wall as you try to keep yourself upright. You make your way painfully downstairs, each step a personal attack on your already fragile state. By the time you reach the kitchen, you’re questioning every single life choice that led to this moment.
Seungmin is already there. Slumped over at the kitchen table, his hoodie pulled up over his head, his face half-buried in his arms. He looks about as dead as you feel. The only thing keeping him upright is the large mug of coffee clutched in his hands, steam curling up into the air.
He doesn’t even look at you as he reaches for another mug, sliding it across the table toward you. Your Bubbles mug.
"You’re a goddamn angel."
Seungmin lets out something that sounds like a half-hearted grunt. "Don’t talk to me."
You take a careful sip of your coffee, the warmth instantly soothing the wreckage that is your soul. You exhale, closing your eyes for a moment as you let the caffeine begin to work its magic. After a long moment, you finally open your mouth. "I remember nothing."
Seungmin lifts his head just enough to give you a tired, unimpressed look. "Me neither."
You stare at him. "We were so fucked up last night."
Seungmin sighs, taking another slow sip of his coffee before setting it down with a heavy thud. "And if we can’t remember, it’s a sign we shouldn’t find out."
You nod solemnly, clutching your mug like it’s a lifeline. "You’re so right."
Jeongin stumbles into the kitchen like a zombie, his black hair a disaster, eyes still half-closed as he drags his feet across the floor. He looks exactly how you and Seungmin feel, like absolute shit. He grumbles something unintelligible as he approaches the table, rubbing at his face before slumping into the chair next to you with an agonized sigh.
Seungmin, who still has the bare minimum of functional brain power left, wordlessly slides Jeongin’s Blossom mug across the table toward him.
Jeongin grips it like it holds the meaning of life itself, lifting it to his lips and taking a slow, careful sip. He makes a noise that’s somewhere between a groan and a sigh, then finally cracks open one bloodshot eye to glance at the two of you. "You two remember anything?"
Seungmin exhales, shaking his head. "Nope."
You raise a single finger, barely lifting your head from where it’s collapsed onto your crossed arms. "Both blank," you mumble.
Jeongin sighs, shaking his head as if he expected this answer. "Three best friends with no memories," he mutters, lifting his mug into the air.
You and Seungmin lift yours as well, the three of you clinking them together like the brain-dead morons you are, letting the warm ceramic press together in an unspoken toast to reckless stupidity.
None of you notice Felix standing in the doorway. He stops, hovering just outside the kitchen, expression faltering as he hears you say you don’t remember anything. His lips part slightly, his fingers tightening around the doorframe as something sad flickers in his dark eyes.
Inside the kitchen, you groan, resting your forehead against your arms again, fully giving in to the sheer fucking exhaustion in your bones. Seungmin, always the most practical one out of the three of you, reaches over and rubs a slow, soothing hand against your back.
You let out a soft, pitiful noise in response and Jeongin watches, then groans loudly, dropping his forehead onto the table in solidarity.
Seungmin stares between the two of you, unimpressed. "Are you two communicating?"
Jeongin, without lifting his head, makes another low, miserable noise and you groan again in response. Seungmin sighs. "Jesus Christ."
Jeongin finally peeks up, blinking at Seungmin blearily. "It’s our new language. Hangovernese"
You nod into your arms. "Fluent."
Seungmin mutters something about wishing he had better friends but doesn’t stop rubbing your back, his fingers kneading into your muscles just enough to help with the pounding ache in your head. Then, another presence stumbles in.
Jisung enters the kitchen looking like he’s been dragged through hell itself, his tank top askew, his hair a fucking disaster, his Hello Kitty pyjama pants inside out for some reason. He does not acknowledge anyone. He does not speak. He moves like a man on a mission, straight toward the coffee machine.
The entire room watches in silence as Jisung yanks open the cabinet, retrieves his Howl’s Moving Castle mug, then aggressively bangs several buttons on the coffee machine, waiting for it to finally start brewing. When it does, he sighs heavily, crossing his arms over his chest and slumping against the counter, fully relying on it to keep him upright.
Then finally he turns, looks directly at the three of you and groans. Immediately Jeongin groans back and you, despite the pounding in your skull, let out another weak, suffering noise in agreement. Jisung nods, then takes his seat next to Jeongin as Seungmin throws his hands up in the air.
"I fucking hate all of you."
Felix trudges back upstairs, his stomach sinking with every step. His head still pounds from the lingering remnants of his hangover, but the ache in his chest is worse. He doesn’t even realize he’s made it to his room until he’s pushing the door open, stepping into the dimly lit space where Chan is sprawled out on the bed, clad only in his boxers, his toned arms stretched lazily above his head.
Chan barely cracks one eye open when Felix enters, shifting slightly against the pillows. "Did you not grab the coffee?" His voice is still hoarse, thick with sleep and the remnants of last night’s alcohol.
Felix doesn’t answer right away, just stands in the doorway, staring at the floor, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip so hard he might actually draw blood and Chan frowns, pushing himself up on his elbows. "Lix?"
Felix finally lifts his gaze, and Chan immediately knows something is wrong. "She doesn’t remember."
The words come out flat, empty, like Felix doesn’t even want to say them out loud, like saying them makes it real. And Chan hates that he understands exactly what Felix means immediately, hates the way his stomach drops as the memories of last night flood back.
The music, the alcohol, the heat of it all. You, pressed between them, your body warm, your laughter breathless as you let them pull you in. The way you moved, letting yourself get lost in them, letting yourself fall into them like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Chan remembers the way you kissed, soft at first, hesitant in that way that made his head spin, then growing bolder, like you wanted more, like you wanted everything. He remembers how you’d turn, alternating between kissing him and then Felix, your arms wrapped around both of them, your hands gripping onto their shirts, their shoulders, anything you could reach.
He remembers Felix’s hands on your waist, guiding you as you danced between them, his lips trailing lazy kisses down the side of your neck before reaching Chan’s mouth again, the two of them falling into an easy rhythm, losing themselves in the feeling of you.
He remembers all of it.
"Shit," Chan mutters, running a hand through his hair.
Felix lets out a sharp breath before he moves, crossing the room in a few quick steps before climbing into bed next to Chan, curling into his side instinctively. Chan immediately wraps an arm around him, fingers slipping beneath the hem of Felix’s shirt, rubbing slow, absentminded circles into the bare skin of his back.
Felix exhales slowly, letting his forehead press against Chan’s shoulder. "She doesn’t remember," he repeats, softer this time, voice carrying something achingly close to disappointment. "Like it didn’t even happen."
Chan doesn’t answer right away, just tightens his grip around Felix, his fingers still tracing slow patterns against his skin, grounding both of them. Because fuck. What now?
The air at Miroh College’s football field is thick with tension. It’s halftime at the biggest game of the season, Miroh Maniacs versus Levanter Lobos. The crowd is electric, the bleachers packed with students and faculty alike, their voices carrying over the field in waves of cheers, jeers, and murmurs of anticipation for the second half. The players are huddled along the sidelines, sweat dripping down their temples as they gulp down water and electrolyte drinks, their jerseys sticking to their skin beneath their protective padding.
But the excitement that usually comes with halftime is different tonight. It’s heavy, tinged with something sharper. Something that settles in the air, creeping into every inhale. Because tonight? Tonight is not just about football. Tonight is a statement.
You stand in formation with the rest of the cheerleading squad, positioned at the centre of the field, facing the bleachers. The usual red and black cheer uniforms have been discarded. Tonight, every single cheerleader is clad in white. A white crop top with long sleeves, the fabric tight against your skin. A white pleated skirt so tiny that it barely reaches mid-thigh, swishing with every movement. White Converse laced up your calves. Your hair is pulled back into a sleek ponytail, tied off with a matching white ribbon.
Covering every inch of every single uniform are red handprints. They are smeared across your torsos, over your arms, staining the fabric like bloodied evidence. Some are haphazard, some deliberate. Each one a symbol, a mark left behind, a story untold, a voice unheard.
The field, once filled with the usual halftime chatter, falls silent. The crowd, students, faculty, alumni, watches as the entire cheerleading squad stands shoulder to shoulder, fists raised high in the air.
You stare straight ahead, your breathing steady, your fingers curled tightly as your arm remains locked in place above your head. The adrenaline from the first half of the game still hums in your veins, but it’s overpowered by the burning weight of what you’re standing for.
Across the field, on the sidelines, the football team moves as one. Chan, Felix, Minho, Hyunjin, Jisung, Jeongin, Seungmin, Changbin, and every single one of their teammates raise their fists in the air. A show of unity. Of solidarity. The entire team stands, unmoving, their fists clenched tight, their eyes locked ahead.
Low, mocking laughter, carrying across the field like an ugly stain and you barely have time to register the sound before hands are suddenly grabbing at you. A startled gasp rips from your throat as you feel fingers close around your waist, another set gripping at your arm.
Around you, the other cheerleaders yelp as players from the Levanter Lobos sneak up behind you and the rest of the squad, yanking at skirts, pulling at tops, their laughter growing louder with every struggle. “Oh, come on,” one of them taunts, a smirk curling on his lips as he tugs at Ryujin’s wrist when she tries to shove him off. “It’s just a joke.”
“Yeah,” another one laughs, stepping up behind Lia, his fingers gripping at the hem of her skirt. “You guys wanna make a statement? Let us help you make one.”
Your stomach churns with disgust, your entire body going rigid as a pair of rough hands slide around your waist from behind, one palm pressing firmly against your stomach, the other creeping upward. You freeze for a split second before instinct kicks in, and you thrash against his grip, but he’s strong, keeping you locked against him with ease. “Where you goin’?” he sneers against your ear. “Thought this little protest was for attention, well you’ve got it”
Your pulse spikes, heart hammering against your ribs as you try to pry his hands off, but he’s solid, unmoving, his grip tightening around you. Every fibre of your being is screaming to fight, to get the fuck out of his hold, but he’s laughing now, like this is all just some funny fucking joke. You hate the way your stomach turns, the way your throat tightens as panic starts to crawl its way up.
Then there's a roar of voices from the sidelines, a battle cry of righteous fury. The sound of feet colliding against the field and then the Miroh Maniacs are on the field. Chan. Felix. Minho. Jisung. Hyunjin. Jeongin. Seungmin. Changbin. And every single player in red and black, running, charging, colliding with the Levanter Lobos players who dared to lay their hands on the cheer squad.
It happens so fast. A player from Miroh slams into the guy gripping Ryujin, sending him sprawling onto the ground. Another tackles the one who had been yanking on Lia’s skirt, sending both of them crashing into the dirt.
It’s an all-out fucking brawl. Bodies crash together, fists swing, jerseys rip, grunts and yells echoing across the field as punches land with sickening accuracy. Players tackle each other to the ground, limbs tangling as they struggle to overpower their opponents.
Somewhere in the chaos, you shove the guy holding you as hard as you can, your heart racing as you stumble backwards, but before you can take another step, he and his friend grab you again. A gasp catches in your throat as fingers dig into your arm, another hand gripping at your waist, trying to restrain you.
“You little bitch-”
And then, they’re gone, ripped away from you in an instant. Felix, his usually soft features twisted into pure rage, tearing the guy off of you, his fist connecting with his jaw with a force that makes the fucker stumble back. Chan, his jaw clenched, his muscles tensed, yanking the second guy back by the collar before slamming a fist into his gut, making him double over in pain.
Minho dances through the fight like he was born for this, dodging a wild swing from a Levanter player before delivering a brutal counter, his movements quick, calculated, dangerous. His opponent barely has time to react before Minho’s foot connects with his ribs, sending him crashing onto the ground.
Jisung is feral, throwing a well-placed punch that sends his opponent stumbling before following up with a knee to the stomach. Hyunjin moves like lightning, sidestepping an incoming hit before swinging his leg out in a brutal kick that takes his opponent’s legs out from under him.
Jeongin moves with a precision that’s deadly, swift, knocking his opponent to the ground with a calculated strike. Seungmin’s expression is cold, focused, as he slams a fist into the side of another player’s face, uncaring as he stumbles back, dazed. Changbin is an absolute tank, practically lifting one of the Levanter players before slamming him into the ground with a force that you're pretty sure makes the entire field shake.
Cheerleaders scramble back, their eyes wide, some of them clutching at each other as the fight rages on. You can feel Yeji wrap her arms around you, pulling you close, her body shaking as she watches the chaos unfold. Your own hands tremble as your mind races to process what just happened, what’s still happening.
The sound of whistles pierces through the night as the coaches and campus security flood the field, yelling for everyone to stand down. But not a single Maniac player stops until the Levanter Lobos players are down. Not until the damage is done.
The kitchen is eerily quiet, the dim overhead light casting a warm glow over the room, but the atmosphere is anything but comforting. You sit across from Seungmin at the kitchen table.
Your hands work carefully, methodically, as you clean the dried blood from Seungmin’s knuckles, dabbing at the split skin with a disinfectant-soaked cotton pad. He doesn’t flinch, barely even registers the sting, his anger is too potent, simmering beneath his skin like a slow-burning fire.
"I’m fine, Min," you murmur, voice soft as you move to clean the cut on his eyebrow. He’s still in his football uniform, dirt and sweat clinging to his skin, jaw clenched so tightly you can see the muscle twitch.
Seungmin exhales sharply through his nose. "It’s not fucking fine."
You sigh, shaking your head. "Min-"
He jerks his face away from your hand, eyes locking onto yours, burning. "No, don’t fucking ‘Min’ me. This is not fine. You getting grabbed like that, like you’re some fucking thing to be touched whenever some asshole feels like it? Not fine."
Your throat tightens, but you keep your expression neutral, keep your hands moving as you press another clean cotton pad against his brow. "Are you okay?" you ask, voice quieter now.
Seungmin lets out a sharp, humourless laugh. "No, actually, I’m fucking not."
You sigh again, more resigned this time. "Min, it’s life. I learned to deal with it a long time ago."
"You shouldn’t have to just deal with it."
You blink, momentarily caught off guard by the fury in Seungmin's voice.
"Just like you shouldn’t have had to deal with that piece of shit TA," Seungmin continues, voice sharp, practically vibrating with rage. "And you shouldn’t have to deal with all the other bullshit you go through just because you have fucking tits. And what’s worse? You’re fucking taught that it’s just life. But it’s not life. It’s bullshit."
"We all want to change the world, Min," you murmur, dipping the cotton pad back into the bowl of disinfectant. "But it won’t happen anytime soon."
"That’s not fucking good enough."
You swallow. "I know all the tricks, you know?" Your voice is softer now, tired. "Shouting fire instead of help, carrying deodorant because pepper spray is illegal. Knowing which shoes to wear in case I have to run. Walking with my keys between my fingers." You place the cotton pad down, exhaling slowly before meeting his eyes again. "This isn’t a burden you can carry for me, Min."
"I can try."
Your chest aches. "And I love you for that."
His breath shudders as he exhales, and then suddenly, he’s pulling you into a hug, his arms strong, steady, holding you close like he’s afraid to let go. You sink into it, pressing your face into his shoulder, inhaling the familiar scent of sweat, cologne, and the faintest hint of the laundry detergent he always uses. For a long moment, the two of you just sit there, the weight of the night pressing down but not breaking you.
Then, Seungmin sighs, pulling back just enough to look at you. "I’m surprised the guys who grabbed you is still breathing after Chan and Felix got their hands on them." His lips quirk slightly, though there’s still anger lingering in his expression. "I mean, I assumed after you, Chan, and Felix made out at Side Effects, you’d be a little love polycule by now."
"What?"
Seungmin frowns. "You don’t remember?"
You stare at him. "No, the whole night is a fucking blur, I was wasted, remember? I thought you didn’t remember anything!"
Seungmin shrugs. "I didn’t at first."
You raise an eyebrow, suspicion creeping in. "And now?"
Seungmin sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. "Until I was looking at pictures Changbin took and in the background and in the back is you, with Felix and Chan’s tongues in your mouth." He tilts his head slightly. "At the same time."
Your entire fucking body goes still and your brain stops functioning. The words sit there for a moment, just hanging, as you try to process what the fuck Seungmin just said. But all you can focus on is the way your stomach plummets, the way heat crawls up your neck, the way your heart starts pounding in your ears.
"What the fuck-"
Seungmin just watches you, waiting for the realization to fully hit.
And when it does, it hits hard.
"You’re fucking lying," you whisper, but even as you say it, there’s a gnawing feeling in your chest, a deep certainty that he’s not.
Seungmin shrugs. "I can show you the picture if you want."
You flail for something, anything, to latch onto. "How the fuck do you even know that’s what was happening? Maybe it was-"
"It was exactly what it looked like." Seungmin deadpans. "Don’t try to logic your way out of this, you were fully making out with them."
Seungmin watches you closely as you start wringing your hands, your eyes darting around the kitchen like you’re trying to physically locate an escape route from your own fucking reality. Your breathing picks up, the telltale sign of impending panic, and Seungmin knows he has exactly two seconds to do something before you completely freak out.
“Okay, okay,” he says quickly, his voice calm but firm. “No panic attacks, no freaking out. People kiss people all the time. It’s not that deep.”
You gawk at him, your whole body vibrating with the sheer magnitude of what he just dropped on you. "People kiss people all the time? Min, I kissed Chan and Felix at the same fucking time!"
He shrugs, his expression deliberately casual. "And? I’ve kissed Changbin.”
“You’ve WHAT?!”
You momentarily forget about your personal crisis and instead latch onto his, your hands slamming against the table as you lean in, your earlier panic momentarily shoved aside. “No, no, no. You do not get to say something like that and move on!” Your voice pitches, your thoughts now entirely derailed. “You and Changbin? Since fucking when?!"
Seungmin sighs, as if this is so inconvenient for him. "We’ve also blown each other."
Your hand flies to your chest like you’ve just been personally victimized by this information. "Kim fucking Seungmin, explain yourself right fucking now."
Seungmin tilts his head, a little smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "I think you need some wine for this.”
"Oh, for sure," you agree immediately. "We need some fucking wine."
Without hesitation, you practically launch yourself toward the fridge, yanking the door open and grabbing the first bottle of wine you see. You twist the cap off, toss it somewhere over your shoulder and take a long sip straight from the bottle before shoving it into Seungmin’s hands.
"Okay," you breathe, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. "Talk."
Seungmin takes a casual sip, smacks his lips, and sets the bottle down with an obnoxiously casual expression. “Well,” he starts, leaning back in his chair. “It started when I started going to the gym more.”
You nod. “Okay, yeah, because you wanted to bulk up, got it.”
“Right,” Seungmin confirms, then lifts a finger. “And who is the most insanely jacked person we know?”
You narrow your eyes. “Changbin.”
“Exactly,” Seungmin says, smirking. “So, he offered to help me out with my training.”
You grab the wine bottle back, taking another sip before pointing at him with it. “Right, okay, makes sense. Keep going.”
Seungmin hums thoughtfully. “Well, you know how the gym gets all sweaty and intense-”
“Oh my God.”
“-and there’s just a lot of testosterone flying around,” he continues, completely unfazed by your reaction. “And, you know, sometimes after a workout, you just feel so pent up and, well, one thing led to another.”
You slap your free hand over your mouth. “You fucked.”
Seungmin shrugs. “We blew each other a few times and then, one time, I railed him in the gym showers.”
Your entire fucking worldview has been shattered so you shove the wine bottle back into Seungmin’s hands, as if forcing him to drink it will make this easier for you to process. He accepts it, taking another sip like he hasn’t just rocked your entire fucking world with this information.
You lean in, your voice barely above a whisper. "Wait, wait, wait." You place both hands on the table, steadying yourself. "Changbin the beefcake is a bottom?"
Seungmin snorts, nodding his head. "Yes."
You sit back, exhaling sharply. "That tracks."
Seungmin just smirks, taking another slow sip of wine.
You stare at him, processing, processing, and then, suddenly, a giggle bubbles up from your throat and then another. Until suddenly, you are laughing hysterically. Seungmin watches as you dissolve into laughter, your head thrown back, your entire body shaking with the sheer absurdity of this night.
But then, just as suddenly, the laughter turns into sobs. Your shoulders shake, your breath stuttering, the weight of everything finally catching up to you. Your body collapses forward, and Seungmin moves instantly, catching you before you can fall apart completely.
His arms wrap tightly around you, his hand cradling the back of your head as you sob into his shoulder, your fingers clutching at his shirt like it’s the only thing keeping you together. He rocks you in his arms, his grip firm but gentle, his chin resting on the top of your head as you quietly sob against his shoulder. His hand rubs slow, steady circles on your back, the repetitive motion grounding you, keeping you from fully spiralling.
Your breathing is uneven, your body shaking as your mind keeps looping back to what happened. The rough hands on your body, the way your own strength wasn’t enough, the sheer helplessness of it all. The first time you’d broken free, only for him and his friend to grab you again, like you were just something to be handled, owned, controlled.
You hadn’t been able to fight back. Your body had gone into survival mode, your brain too stunned to react in the way you always thought you would. You froze. You fucking froze. And in a different scenario, in a different place, with different people- What would have happened?
Your stomach churns violently at the thought, your fingers clenching into Seungmin’s jersey as your anxiety surges, drowning you in worst-case scenarios.
Seungmin senses it immediately. “Shhh,” he murmurs, his voice low, soothing. “You’re okay. You’re safe. I got you, okay?” He rocks you a little more, his grip tightening, his body a solid, unmoving presence. “Nothing happened. You got out. You’re here. Breathe. Just breathe.”
You try, you really fucking try, but the thoughts just keep piling up, pressing down on your chest, making it harder to think, to move, to fucking breathe and then, the kitchen door creaks open.
Seungmin doesn’t let go right away, but you feel his head lift slightly, his arms adjusting around you as someone steps into the room. Minho. Still in his bloodied, torn football uniform, his hair damp with sweat, knuckles bruised and split, his expression carefully blank. His eyes scan the room, assessing, before landing on you, curled up in Seungmin’s arms, shaking.
“Give her to me,” Minho murmurs, voice gentle.
Seungmin exhales, his grip lingering for just a second longer before he slowly, carefully transfers you into Minho’s waiting arms. You barely have time to process the change before Minho pulls you in, his arms wrapping around you just as tightly, just as securely as Seungmin’s had.
Seungmin steps back, pausing only to squeeze Minho’s shoulder before silently exiting the kitchen, pulling the door shut behind him. It’s just you and Minho now. His hand smooths down the back of your hair, his other arm snug around your waist, anchoring you to him. He doesn’t say anything at first, just lets you settle against him, lets you breathe.
Slowly, your heartbeat starts to even out and Minho’s fingers stroke through your hair, his voice warm and steady when he finally speaks. “You did good, you know?” he murmurs.
Your throat is still too tight to respond, so you just blink at him.
Minho’s lips twitch, something fond glinting in his tired eyes. “With the protest.” He nods, his fingers still moving through your hair, lulling you into something calmer. “You made me proud.”
Your breath stutters slightly, something heavy pressing against your ribs, something that feels like both relief and overwhelm at the same time.
Minho smirks, tilting his head slightly. “Even though you don’t need a man’s validation-”
You let out a weak snort through your sniffles, and Minho grins, his thumb brushing gently against the back of your neck. “-you’ve got mine,” he finishes.
A laugh bursts from your chest, sudden and unplanned, bubbling up between your lingering tears. It’s messy, half-choked, breaking into a soft sob immediately after.
Minho doesn’t even flinch. His fingers just continue their path through your hair, his other hand rubbing soothing circles into your back, his voice a steady, warm murmur in your ear.
“I got you, cupcake,” he says, his voice low and steady. “Nothing’s gonna happen to you. Not while I’m here. Not while we’re here.” He lets his chin rest against the top of your head. “You’re the strongest fucking person I know. You don’t have to believe it right now, but I’ll believe it for you.”
You sniffle against his chest, still fighting the wave of emotions pressing down on you.
Minho continues, voice unwavering. “You’re gonna get through this. You always fucking do.” His thumb rubs slow circles against your back. “And if you ever feel like you can’t, then you call me, and I’ll carry your ass through it. You hear me?”
You nod, pressing your face further into his chest.
Minho huffs out a quiet laugh. “Of course, you probably won’t need me, because you’re a fucking menace, and I pity anyone who ever thinks they can take you down.”
You don’t respond, but your lips twitch slightly.
Minho grins, tilting his head. “There she is.”
His words settle warmly in your chest, pressing into the cracks, filling the spaces where fear had tried to take root. Slowly, the weight on your chest eases.
Eventually, you shift in his hold, tilting your head up slightly. Your voice is hoarse when you finally speak. “Can I ask you something?”
Minho nods. “Of course.”
You hesitate for a second, then swallow, gathering your courage. “Did I really make out with Chan and Felix in Side Effects?”
“Yep.” He grins, his hand still stroking over your hair. “And it was hot.”
You let out a weak giggle, rolling your eyes, but before you can dwell on it too much, the panic returns. “What do I do about them?” you ask, biting your lip.
Minho hums, considering you for a second before shaking his head.
“One problem at a time, cupcake,” he murmurs, resting his chin atop your head again. “Right now, it’s just us. The rest of the world?” He closes his eyes, pulling you close. “It doesn’t exist.”
Chan and Felix stand in the dimly lit hallway, their muscles still tight from the adrenaline of the brawl, their bodies aching from the bruises forming beneath their torn and dirt-streaked jerseys. Neither of them speaks, their ears straining for any sound coming from behind the closed kitchen door where Minho and you are. Their fists clench, not from anger but from sheer helplessness.
When Seungmin steps out of the kitchen, closing the door behind him, both of them immediately straighten, their eyes locking onto his.
Seungmin sighs, rubbing at the back of his neck before meeting their stares. "I know you two like her," he says, voice low but firm. "And I know you want to help her. But right now? She needs Minho, okay? He's got it under control."
Chan and Felix exchange a look, neither of them questioning the truth behind his words. They want to be in there with you, to be the ones holding you together, but they also know Minho is the only one who can truly reach you when you're like this.
So they nod and Seungmin lets out a small breath of relief. "Good. Now, let's get you two cleaned up, you're both a fucking mess."
The living room has been turned into an impromptu first aid station. Blood-streaked towels litter the coffee table, open medical kits scattered between them. The air smells like antiseptic and sweat, and the low murmur of voices fills the space as the rest of the frat tend to their injuries.
Jisung is slouched on the couch, a bag of ice pressed against the side of his face, his cheekbone already swelling into a nasty bruise. Jeongin sits next to him, sniffling as Hyunjin holds a tissue to his still-bloody nose. Changbin is on the floor, legs sprawled out, dabbing at a cut on his knuckle with a disinfectant wipe, his lips pressed into a thin line.
The energy in the room is electric, but there’s no regret. Only satisfaction. Chan and Felix don’t hesitate before grabbing the med kits and moving to each other, Chan tugging Felix down onto the armrest of the couch as he tilts the younger’s chin up, examining the damage. Felix lets him, his hands curling around Chan’s thigh for balance as Chan gently cleans the scrape along his jaw, the cut he hadn’t even realized he had until now.
Seungmin crouches down in front of Changbin, grabbing a fresh antiseptic wipe and reaching for the cut on his chin. "Hold still," he murmurs, dabbing carefully.
Changbin watches him intently, his expression unreadable, his gaze flickering between Seungmin’s fingers and his lips. His usual tough, cocky demeanour is absent, replaced with something softer, something almost dreamy.
Seungmin notices but doesn’t say anything, his lips twitching slightly as he focuses on his task. His thumb brushes against Changbin’s skin, and Changbin visibly exhales, blinking like he’s just remembered where he is.
And then Hyunjin dramatically sniffs the air and everyone turns to look at him.
Seungmin furrows his brows. "What the fuck are you doing?"
Hyunjin takes a deep breath, wafting the air toward his face like he’s absorbing something supernatural. "You two," he says, eyes narrowing at Seungmin and Changbin. "I smell queerness."
Jisung snorts, nearly dropping his ice pack as Felix and Chan exchange grins, and Jeongin, who still has a tissue shoved up his nose, suddenly perks up.
"Very fruity," Jisung agrees, voice muffled as he presses the ice pack harder against his face. "Like a freshly blended smoothie of boy love romance brewing in real time."
"Like the softest fucking yaoi," Chan muses, tilting his head as he inspects Felix’s wound.
Felix, ever the chaos instigator, inhales deeply and then lets out an exaggerated "Mmm, yes, I smell gay yearning."
"Strong gay yearning," Hyunjin adds, nodding.
Changbin chokes, his face turning bright red. "Oh, for fuck’s sake-"
"Admit it, Binnie," Jisung drawls, grinning despite his swollen face. "You were fully giving Seungmin heart eyes just now."
Seungmin doesn’t even deny it. He just smirks, wiping the leftover antiseptic on Changbin’s chin. "I mean," he says, voice dripping with amusement, "can you blame him? I am pretty fucking hot."
Changbin groans, tilting his head back against the couch. "I hate all of you."
"No, you don’t," Felix says cheerfully.
Hyunjin gasps dramatically. "Wait, do you think Seungmin railed Changbin in the gym showers?"
The entire room turns to stare at Seungmin and Changbin who share a single pointed look.
Jeongin, still holding his tissue, narrows his eyes. "Wait a fucking second-"
"We are not talking about this right now," Seungmin says, standing up immediately.
"Which means it happened," Jisung sings.
"I hate all of you," Changbin repeats, burying his face in his hands.
Chan and Felix just smirk as they continue tending to each other’s wounds, the lighthearted chaos of the moment briefly allowing them to forget the violence of the night. Even if only for a little while.
The morning light filters in through the blinds, casting soft golden streaks across the walls of Minho’s room. You blink groggily, taking a moment to gather your thoughts, the weight of exhaustion still heavy in your bones. The scent of Minho’s laundry detergent clings to the oversized hoodie and sweatpants you borrowed from him last night, your usual routine after crashing in his bed.
Minho is once again passed out on the air mattress on the floor, one arm draped over his face, his mouth slightly open as soft snores escape him. His limbs are sprawled out, completely dead to the world, and you suppress a giggle.
The two of you had stayed up stupidly late watching British Love Island, a show Minho somehow managed to stream despite the fact that you were in Seoul. You don’t know how he did it, but he had simply smirked at you from behind his laptop, muttering something about a few VPN tricks and sheer determination before successfully pulling it up on his screen.
You had mocked the contestants, throwing popcorn at the screen every time someone made a questionable choice, and Minho had loudly judged every single one of them in the most Minho way possible.
“That man is built like an unevolved Pokémon.”
“She’s had her lips done. No way she hasn’t.”
"I would simply choose to have a personality instead of making out with the first man who acknowledges my existence."
"If I ever act like this, please drown me in the Han River."
You sit up slowly, wincing as you shift your hands against the blankets. Your wrists ache immediately, a dull, throbbing pain radiating from where the Levanter player had grabbed you, his fingers pressing too hard, too rough. You turn them over, and sure enough, the faint outlines of bruised handprints remain, ghostly reminders of what happened.
You exhale sharply, forcing yourself to move. Laying here, dwelling, won’t do anything.
Swinging your legs over the side of the bed, you stand, stretching out the stiffness in your limbs before making your way out of Minho’s room. He doesn’t stir, not even when you carefully step over his sprawled-out limbs.
You make your way downstairs, the scent of something warm and savoury filling the air, leading you straight to the kitchen.
Inside, Chan and Felix are already up, standing by the stove as they move around effortlessly, their bodies bumping into each other occasionally as they work in perfect sync. Felix is focused on stirring a pot of kimchi-jjigae, the rich, spicy scent filling the kitchen and Chan is slicing rice cakes for the tteokbokki, the soft thud of his knife against the cutting board the only sound accompanying the quiet hum of their movements.
You hesitate for a second before softly clearing your throat. "Hey."
Felix looks up immediately, his lips curving into a soft smile. "Hey."
Chan turns at the sound of your voice, his eyes scanning you quickly, taking in the oversized hoodie, the tiredness in your face, the slight way your fingers are trembling as you wring them together. His brows pull together slightly, but he doesn’t say anything yet.
You swallow, your throat suddenly dry. "I’m sorry."
Chan frowns, setting the knife down. "What? Why?"
You shift on your feet, suddenly feeling small. "The protest, it was my idea. I pitched it to Yeji. If I hadn’t-" Your voice wavers slightly, and you hate how weak it sounds. "If I hadn’t, well, there wouldn’t have been the fight. I just wanted to- I don’t know-"
You squeeze your hands together, an anxious habit you can’t seem to break.
"No," Chan says firmly, his voice leaving zero room for argument.
"Absolutely fucking not," Felix adds, shaking his head.
Felix steps away from the stove, moving toward you with careful, deliberate steps, his hands twitching like he wants to reach for you but is holding himself back. "You are not blaming yourself for this, angel," he says, voice soft but stern. "None of this was your fault."
"Not a fucking ounce of it," Chan agrees. "The only people responsible for what happened were those fucking assholes. Not you. Never you."
Your throat tightens, emotions bubbling dangerously close to the surface.
"You did something important," Felix continues, his voice warm, his eyes so unbearably kind. "You made a fucking statement. You didn’t just stand by and accept bullshit, you fought for something, for yourself, for everyone on that squad. You were brave."
Chan steps closer, his presence solid, warm. "Never doubt that," he murmurs. "Not for a fucking second."
You barely have time to react before you’re being wrapped in a solid, comforting side hug, Chan’s arm looping around your shoulders as he tugs you against him. The warmth of his skin seeps into you, grounding you, holding you together in a way you didn’t realize you needed.
You let yourself sink into him, your forehead resting against his shoulder as you inhale the faint scent of his cologne, something woodsy and warm, something safe.
Felix watches for a moment before nodding to himself, stepping back to the stove and returning to the kimchi-jjigae, stirring it with a soft hum.
You close your eyes for a second before speaking, voice quiet but certain. "I know I kissed you two at Side Effects," you say, feeling Chan’s arm tighten ever so slightly around your shoulders. "But can we talk about it some other time?"
Chan doesn’t hesitate. "Yeah, of course," he reassures you immediately. "Don't feel like you have to talk about it now, okay? No pressure."
You nod against his shoulder, exhaling as some of the tension in your chest loosens. "Thank you."
"You don’t have to thank me," Chan murmurs, his thumb rubbing small circles against your arm. "We’ll talk when you’re ready. No sooner."
Felix glances up from the stove, watching the two of you for a moment before turning back to the pan in front of him. You can feel his gaze lingering, but he doesn’t push, doesn’t say anything. He just lets you be.
After a few moments, you shift slightly, still leaning into Chan’s side. "The TA took power from so many girls at the college," you say, voice quieter now, more measured. "The protest was supposed to be our way of taking it back."
Felix sets the ladle down, turning to you fully. "You did take it back," he says firmly, eyes locked onto yours with unwavering intensity. "You and the whole cheer squad. What you did? That wasn’t just a protest, that was a fucking statement. You stood there, in front of the whole college, in front of him, and you didn’t back down. You didn’t let him fucking win."
Chan hums in agreement, squeezing your shoulder. "You were fucking brave. And I swear to fucking god, Y/N, if I ever hear you try to downplay that again, I will fight you."
You let out a weak laugh, shaking your head. "You’d lose."
"Yeah, probably," Chan admits with a grin. "But I’d still try."
Felix smirks, flipping the last of the rice cakes in the pan. "I’d pay to see that."
Chan pulls away slightly, his warmth lingering as he crouches down to rummage under the sink, grabbing a small tube of bruise cream. "Can I put this on your wrists?" he asks, already uncapping it. "It’ll make them less sore, and it won’t throb as much."
You glance down at your hands, at the faint outlines of bruised handprints that still linger on your skin, a sickening reminder of what happened. You hesitate for only a second before nodding. "Yeah. Okay."
Chan nods, his movements slow and careful as he squeezes a small amount of cream onto his fingers before gently reaching for your wrist. His touch is light, barely there, but the moment his fingertips brush over the bruised skin, you flinch involuntarily.
"Sorry," Chan murmurs immediately, pulling his hands back slightly. "I’ll be gentler."
"No, it’s okay," you say quickly, shaking your head. "Just keep going."
He nods again, his touch even softer this time, his fingers moving in slow, soothing circles over your skin, rubbing the cream in carefully. His brows are furrowed in concentration, lips pressed into a thin line, his whole body language radiating focus.
Felix, in the meantime, grabs nine plates and begins plating breakfast, moving with effortless ease as he finishes up the last of the cooking. He doesn’t comment on what Chan is doing, doesn’t interrupt, he just exists in the moment with you both, the three of you moving in a quiet, comfortable rhythm.
The world outside is still chaotic, still loud, but in here, in this small, warm kitchen, with Chan’s careful hands tending to your bruises and Felix humming softly as he plates food, it feels like, just for a second, you can breathe.
The football coach’s office is stifling, the air thick with barely contained rage as he paces back and forth behind his desk, his fists clenched at his sides, his face red with barely restrained fury. The walls, lined with framed jerseys and old game photographs, seem to close in, the fluorescent lights above buzzing irritatingly as he glares at the two of you standing in front of him.
Yeji stands slightly in front of you, her posture rigid, her chin tilted just high enough to let him know she’s not backing down. You, on the other hand, keep your hands clasped tightly together, wringing them to try and control the anxious energy buzzing through your body, your nails pressing into the soft skin of your palm as you fight the urge to fidget.
The coach slams his fist against the desk, making you jump slightly, but Yeji doesn’t even flinch.
"What the fuck were you two thinking?! You turned the fucking half-time show into a fucking circus! The news caught wind of this bullshit!" he continues, jabbing a finger toward his computer, where the screen is lit up with what is clearly a news article. "You two just fucking ruined the reputation of this football program!"
You bite the inside of your cheek so hard you taste iron and Yeji’s expression doesn’t waver.
"Do you know how fucking humiliating it is to have the school board breathing down my goddamn neck?!" The coach slams his palm against his desk again. "Do you know how many angry fucking calls I’ve had to sit through today?!"
You inhale sharply, keeping your breathing even, focusing on the slight sting of your fingernails pressing into your skin.
"And you know what?" he sneers, leaning forward. "Because of you two and your little fucking stunt, that game was cancelled. The biggest fucking game of the season, gone. Do you know how much money was lost because of that?! Do you fucking understand the damage you two caused?!"
His voice is booming, his face growing redder and redder with every word but Yeji still doesn’t move, her expression eerily calm despite the fire raging in the coach’s eyes.
"And the fight?" His lips curl into a sneer, his hands slamming onto his desk as he leans over it, glowering at both of you. "That was on you too. If you hadn’t pulled that little fucking stunt, the guys wouldn’t have started swinging, but instead, the whole goddamn field turned into a war zone."
He’s breathing hard now, his nostrils flaring, and for a moment, it almost seems like he’s done. Then he laughs, a short, bitter sound. "And guess fucking what?" he says, his voice dropping to something almost mocking now. "Because of your bullshit? That TA?" He points toward the screen, where a very familiar face is plastered all over the article. "He’s gone. Permanently."
"The media went fucking wild over the protest. The school couldn’t fucking hide it anymore, not with videos spreading like wildfire all over social media, so congratulations," he sneers, "you two just got him fucking fired."
Something burns in your chest, but you keep your mouth shut. Yeji, however, smiles. It’s small. Barely there. But you see it and from the way the coach’s eye twitches, he sees it too.
"You think that’s fucking funny?" he snaps.
Yeji shakes her head. "Not at all, Coach." Her tone is even, unreadable. "I just think it’s interesting that you’re angrier about the game than you are about the reason we protested in the first place."
The tension in the room is suffocating, and you feel the weight of it pressing against your chest, making it harder to breathe. The coach lets out a slow, measured breath before he smiles.
"Effective immediately, the entire cheer squad is suspended from the program.You two might not give a fuck about this school’s reputation," the coach continues, voice laced with venom, "but I do. And I will not have a squad of disruptive, attention-seeking, reckless fucking brats tarnishing this program."
Yeji tilts her chin up higher. "I authorized it," she says, her voice like steel. "As cheer captain, I take full responsibility for the protest." She turns to you then, her gaze gentler, though her posture remains firm. "Y/N has received her scolding. She can go now."
You hesitate but Yeji gives you a pointed look and you swallow thickly, turning on your heel and walk out of the office, your hands still trembling at your sides.
The shouting starts behind you as you walk away from the coach’s office, Yeji’s voice sharp and unwavering as she fires back at him, matching his fury with her own. You can’t make out the words anymore, not properly. It all feels muffled, like you’re underwater, the sounds distorted, blending together into an indistinct roar.
Your heartbeat is loud in your ears, your hands still trembling at your sides as you walk down the hallway, your feet moving on autopilot. The weight of everything presses down on you, coiling tight in your chest, a mixture of emotions threatening to drown you.
You should be angry. You should be furious. The protest was necessary, the fight wasn’t your fault, and yet, here you are, punished for standing up for yourself.
Your fingers curl into fists as you walk, your breathing uneven, your vision unfocused. You barely register the sound of footsteps coming toward you until you bump into someone.
The impact jolts you slightly, knocking you back a step. You blink and find yourself face-to-face with Felix, his usual easygoing expression shifting into something more serious the second he gets a proper look at you. His brows knit together, his hands instinctively reaching out to steady you, gripping your arms gently.
"Angel," he says, his voice soft but concerned. "What’s wrong?"
You open your mouth to respond, but the words get caught in your throat. The emotions, the frustration, the exhaustion, it’s all sitting there, clawing at your ribs, but you can’t seem to get it out.
Felix doesn’t press you for an answer, instead, his grip on your arms tightens slightly, grounding you, and then, without hesitation, he grabs your hand. "Okay," he says firmly. "Come with me."
Your fingers instinctively curl around his, the warmth of his palm a steadying presence against your own. You don’t question it. You don’t ask why. You just nod, letting him lead you away from everything, away from the coach’s office, away from the suffocating weight of the conversation that just took place, away from the overwhelming noise of it all.
As he pulls you down the hallway, you manage to find your voice. "Where are we going?"
Felix glances over his shoulder at you, his lips twitching slightly into a knowing smirk. "Mine and Chan’s favourite place," he says. "I’ll text Chan to meet us there."
You blink at him, your fingers still wrapped around his. "I didn’t know you guys had a secret hideout."
"Well you do now," Felix says with a small grin, squeezing your hand gently before tugging you along, leading you out of the building and into the crisp afternoon air.
Felix leads you down a winding path, away from the bustling campus, past old industrial buildings and empty parking lots, until you reach the outskirts of Seoul. It takes about ten minutes before you arrive at your destination, an old scrapyard, tucked between rusted-out shipping containers and stacks of discarded metal parts.
The place is huge, sprawling out in all directions, piles of junk reaching up toward the sky. There are abandoned cars, broken appliances, and stacks of old furniture, all left to decay in this forgotten corner of the city.
You stare at it, blinking. "A scrapyard?"
Felix grins, clearly proud of himself. "Yep!"
You look at him, then back at the scrapyard. "Okay, but why?"
Felix tugs you further in, stepping over a pile of rusted pipes, leading you toward an old workbench near the centre of the lot. There, sitting in an open wooden crate, is a collection of metal baseball bats, their surfaces scratched and dented from obvious use.
He gestures to them with a dramatic flourish. "So," he says, "whenever Chan or I are having a really bad day, we come here and we use these."
Your brows knit together as you stare at the bats. "And do what?"
Felix’s grin turns absolutely mischievous. "Break shit! It’s fun! You shout what you’re angry about as you smash things. Helps let it out."
You blink at him. "You just come here and destroy things?"
"Yep!" Felix says cheerfully, reaching down and picking up a bat, resting it against his shoulder like a professional. "Way cheaper than therapy."
You stare at him for a long moment before exhaling a laugh. "This is the most unhinged thing I’ve ever heard."
"And yet," Felix says, tilting his head, "you kinda wanna try it, don’t you?"
You hesitate. You do. There’s something appealing about it, something cathartic about the idea of taking a bat to something breakable and not having to worry about consequences. Before you can respond, the sound of sneakers hitting pavement catches your attention.
Chan jogs into view, slightly out of breath but grinning, his curls bouncing with every step. "Sorry, sorry," he pants, coming to a stop beside Felix. "Had to sneak out of practice before coach finished arguing with Yeji."
Felix snickers. "So what you’re saying is, we need to get this anger session started before he figures out we're gone?"
"Exactly," Chan huffs, running a hand through his damp curls before turning to you. "You ready to get mad?"
You hesitate again, still unsure, but before you can overthink it, Chan hands you a pair of safety goggles. "Gotta protect those pretty eyes," he says with a wink, before putting a pair on his own face.
Felix hands you a bat, practically vibrating with excitement as he grabs one for himself. "Don’t think too much about it," he says. "Just let it out. Watch and learn, angel."
Felix takes a step forward, rolling his shoulders, then grips the bat with both hands. He scans the area, eyes landing on an old television set half-buried under a pile of scrap. "Okay, I’ll start," he says, adjusting his stance. "I fucking hate those Lobos bastards."
Then he swings and the bat connects with the glass screen of the TV, shattering it on impact. The crash echoes through the scrapyard, shards flying, the sheer force of the hit making the TV collapse inward.
"Fuck yes!" Felix cheers, shaking out his arms. "That felt amazing."
Chan grins, stepping up beside him. "My turn."
He grips his own bat, eyes scanning the area before landing on an old car door, slightly unhinged from its frame. "I hate that guys get away with hurting women because they can. Because society lets them." His voice is steady, but there’s a sharp edge to it, something dark simmering beneath his usual calm demeanour.
The impact of Chan’s swing is deafening, the metal bending brutally beneath his strength. The door caves inward, the force of the hit making it rattle against the ground and Chan exhales sharply, rolling his shoulders before turning to you. "Your turn."
You stare at them and then down at the bat in your hands. "I don’t know what to say."
"Say whatever you feel," Felix encourages. "Doesn’t have to be deep. Just let it out."
You take a breath, adjusting your grip on the bat. Your eyes flicker around the scrapyard until you spot an old rusted-out filing cabinet, the metal already warped from years of exposure.
You shift your stance, adjusting your hands on the bat. "I hate that we got punished for the protest," you say hesitantly.
Then, tentatively, you swing. The bat connects with the cabinet, sending a dull clang ringing through the air. The hit isn’t as strong as theirs, but the impact still sends a thrill up your arms, a spark of something electric settling in your chest.
Felix whoops, clapping his hands. "That’s our girl!"
Chan grins. "Again."
Something in you clicks and you adjust your grip, planting your feet more firmly. "I hate that we were the ones who had to stand up for ourselves!"
You swing again, harder this time. The bat crashes against the metal, leaving a dent.
"Yes!" Chan yells.
"I hate that the TA got away with it for so long!"
Another swing. Another impact.
"I hate that people like him exist, that people like him win all the fucking time!"
The bat slams into the cabinet, the force making your arms shake, but you don’t care, you don’t care because suddenly you’re furious, the weight of everything, the anger, the helplessness, the fucking injustice of it all, pouring out of you.
Felix and Chan start joining in, their voices rising with yours, bats swinging, metal crunching, glass shattering. The scrapyard is filled with laughter, with shouts, with the pure catharsis of letting go. By the time you’re done, you’re breathless, your hands shaking not from fear, but from the adrenaline rush of it all.
Felix drops his bat first, turning to you with a huge grin. "Feel better?"
"Yeah," you say, breathless. "I really fucking do."
The three of you stand amidst the wreckage of the scrapyard, your breathing still slightly uneven from the sheer adrenaline of smashing things. The sun hangs lower in the sky now, casting an orange glow over the metal and broken glass scattered around you. Chan and Felix are grinning, eyes bright with excitement, as if they’ve just finished the best therapy session of their lives.
"I think I’m ready to talk about the kisses now."
Felix’s smile lingers for a second before he blinks, tilting his head. "Yeah?"
Chan rubs at the back of his neck, a small smirk playing on his lips, but his expression is carefully neutral. "Okay, let’s talk about it."
You nod, adjusting your stance slightly as you tighten your grip around the bat still resting in your hands. "I just... I want to know what you two were thinking. Because you two are already together, so I don’t-" You hesitate, struggling to find the right words. "I don’t get it?"
Felix immediately steps closer, reaching out to take your hand gently in his. His grip is warm, grounding, as he meets your gaze with nothing but sincerity. "We’re together," he says softly, "but we like you too, sweetheart."
Your brain short circuits and you blink. Then you point at yourself silently, tilting your head to the side, because surely he’s not saying what you think he’s saying.
Felix laughs, his grip tightening around your fingers. "Yes, you," he confirms.
Chan, who has been watching this entire interaction with poorly concealed amusement, lets out a chuckle, shaking his head. "You really had no clue, huh?"
Your lips part slightly, but no words come out. Your thoughts feel scrambled, like someone just hit shuffle on your entire fucking life.
"We’ve been flirting with you for months," Chan continues, crossing his arms over his chest. "But you never realised."
"You were flirting with me?"
Chan snorts. "Oh my God, yes."
Felix grins, nodding along. "Like, blatantly, sweetheart. Like, we could not have made it more obvious if we tried."
You squint at them, your brain scrambling to backtrack, to replay every interaction you’ve had with them over the past few months, trying to see if you missed something.
"Okay, but what does that mean?" you finally ask, shifting your weight slightly. "Like, what are you saying, exactly?"
Felix squeezes your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles absentmindedly. "A polycule, a throuple, a triangle of love," he says. "All three of us."
You take a breath. "So is this a date?"
Chan grins, shaking his head. "No."
Felix lets out a soft laugh. "We’d do a date properly, sweetheart."
Chan gestures around at the wrecked scrapyard, raising an eyebrow. "Think of this as, like, a pre-date date."
You blink again and Felix beams. "She’s buffering."
"She is," Chan agrees, amused.
You roll your eyes, finally finding your words again. "I was not buffering, I was just processing!"
"Sure, sure," Felix teases, bumping his shoulder against yours. "So, does that mean we get an actual date?"
"Yeah. I think I’d like that."
The air is warm as you step out of your apartment building, a gentle breeze brushes through your hair, making the loose strands dance around your face as you shift your bag over your shoulder, scanning the parking lot for Chan’s car and there they are.
Leaning casually against Chan’s sleek black car, both of them looking like they walked straight out of a streetwear editorial.
Felix is the first to notice you, his eyes lighting up instantly, a huge grin stretching across his face. He pushes himself off the side of the car, shoving his hands into the pockets of his black-and-white windbreaker jacket. The oversized fit of it drapes over his frame effortlessly, the simple white tank underneath hinting at the toned muscle beneath. His black knee-length shorts give him an almost skater-boy edge, thick socks scrunched up over his chunky black combat boots, the entire look screaming casual but expensive.
Chan follows Felix’s gaze and turns toward you, a knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He stands, dressed in all black, his fitted ribbed tank top hugging his frame in a way that makes your stomach flutter just a little bit. His black knee-length shorts are loose but structured, the perfect blend of relaxed and stylish, paired effortlessly with his black sneakers. The final touch, a soft grey beanie, rests snug over his curls, making him look even softer than usual, despite the way his muscles flex as he stretches.
Both of them take their time drinking in the sight of you, their eyes flickering over your outfit, the cropped white tank layered under your slouchy grey zip-up hoodie, the way the slightly oversized fit makes you look effortlessly comfortable but still put together. The black flares hug your legs perfectly, the hem grazing the tops of your chunky white sneakers, a simple but stylish choice. And the black ruched shoulder bag resting against your hip completes the look with a subtle touch of chic.
Felix whistles, tilting his head as he gives you a once-over. "Damn, angel," he muses, his eyes sparkling. "You clean up nice."
Chan snorts, rolling his eyes at Felix before stepping forward slightly, his gaze softer, more appreciative. "Told you comfy would suit you," he murmurs, reaching out to tug at the edge of your hoodie playfully. "You look perfect."
Your face warms slightly under their attention, but you mask it with a playful eye roll. "You two act like I showed up in a ballgown or something," you say, crossing your arms.
Felix gasps dramatically. "That would’ve been iconic!"
Chan chuckles, shaking his head. "C’mon, let’s get going." He pulls open the car door, gesturing toward the passenger seat with a teasing grin. "Unless you plan on standing there and letting us admire you all day?"
You huff a laugh, shaking your head as you climb into the car. "You act like you don't admire me all the time anyway."
Felix, climbing into the backseat, laughs loudly. "She’s got a point, Channie."
Chan just grins, starting the engine as Felix settles in behind you, the doors closing with a soft thunk. As the car hums to life, you turn to Chan, raising an eyebrow. "So, are you going to tell me where we’re going?"
Felix leans forward between the seats, resting his chin on your shoulder with a smug grin. "That would ruin the fun, sweetheart."
You groan, slumping back into your seat. "You two are menaces."
Chan laughs, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the steering wheel as he pulls out of the parking lot. "You’ll love it, trust us."
The car rolls to a smooth stop, and you glance out the window and you see the large, softly lit sign of a luxury spa. The building is sleek and modern, the entrance framed by elegant gold accents, the kind of place that screams relaxation and comfort.
You blink in mild surprise as Chan shifts the car into park, his fingers drumming against the steering wheel. He turns to you, his smirk nothing short of pleased with himself. "See? Comfort."
Felix unbuckles his seatbelt, already stretching in the backseat, his grin mischievous. "We figured you could use a break," he says, voice warm. "And let’s be real, we needed one too."
You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head as you lean back against the headrest. "I haven’t been to the spa in ages."
Chan raises an eyebrow. "Then it’s about time we changed that."
You sigh dramatically. "The last time I went, it sucked because Seungmin kept pointing out violations in the law the entire time. He literally made a list."
Felix laughs loudly, shoving open his door. "Of course he did."
You step out of the car, stretching your arms above your head as you take in the building. "Alright, so what’s the plan here? What kind of spa day am I in for?"
Felix steps beside you, throwing an arm over your shoulder, his voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "We booked a private room just for the three of us," he says, his fingers squeezing your shoulder lightly. "TV, face masks, nice food, the works."
You raise an eyebrow. "No massages?"
Felix smirks, his grip tightening slightly before he leans down to whisper, "Not unless you want me to do it."
Your breath hitches for half a second before you scoff, shoving his arm off of you. "Oh my God, you’re impossible."
"I try my best," Felix says with a wink.
Chan, clearly amused by the entire exchange, nudges you toward the entrance. "Come on, let’s get inside before Felix starts offering his services to random strangers too."
Felix places a hand over his chest dramatically, gasping in mock offence. "I would never-"
"You absolutely would," you and Chan say at the exact same time.
Felix pouts as he follows you both inside. "You guys have no faith in me."
The moment you step inside the spa, the air changes, it’s warm and inviting, carrying the faintest scent of lavender and chamomile, the kind of atmosphere that immediately makes your muscles loosen.
The reception area is sleek and minimalist, the lighting soft, the furniture unreasonably comfortable-looking. There’s a quietness to the space, a peaceful hum that settles deep in your chest, already melting away the tension you hadn’t even realized you were still carrying.
Felix is practically buzzing beside you, clearly excited about this whole plan. "See, angel? No stress. No noise. Just us, hiding from the frat, doing nothing for a few hours."
You huff a laugh, already feeling yourself relax at the idea. "So basically, we’re having a quiet, lowkey movie day with face masks and food, where the rest of the frat can’t find us?"
Chan nods, his smirk widening slightly as he pushes open the door to the private room with Bang on the door. "Exactly."
You grin, looking between the two of them. "I love it."
The private room at the spa is stupidly nice, plush seating, a huge flat-screen TV mounted on the wall, dim lighting that makes everything feel way more expensive than it probably is. The air smells like fresh linen and essential oils, something soft and calming, and the walls are lined with neatly arranged trays filled with skin-care products, towels, and refreshments. There’s even a massive sofa with fluffy blankets thrown over the back, making it perfect for sinking into and never leaving.
As soon as you step inside, Felix throws his arms up with a grin. "Hell yeah, private luxury, baby!"
Chan shakes his head, but you can see the fond smile tugging at his lips as he walks over to the TV, grabbing the remote. "Alright, what are we feeling? Classic Disney or some random bullshit?"
Felix, without missing a beat, plops down onto the sofa and stretches out dramatically. "Classic Disney, obviously."
You smirk, kicking off your sneakers near the door before making your way toward him. "You say that like you don’t always pick Disney movies when you’re hungover."
"And I stand by it," Felix says, dead serious. "Disney movies heal people, angel. It’s science."
Chan hums in agreement, scrolling through the options before clicking on Beauty and the Beast. "Perfect."
You grin, flopping down beside Felix as he immediately grabs one of the spa’s fluffy blankets, throwing it over both of your laps. Chan joins you a second later, sighing as he stretches his legs out as Felix reaches over to poke your side. "Alright, before we get too comfy, we’re doing face masks."
You brighten up immediately. "Oh, hell yes."
"But-" Chan starts.
"No buts," Felix cuts him off, sitting up. "We’re pampering you tonight, Channie. Don’t fight it."
Chan groans. "Why do I feel like I’m about to regret this?"
Felix ignores him, already reaching for one of the spa’s pre-packaged clay mask powders. You scoot closer, peering at the instructions before Felix unceremoniously dumps the powder into a bowl.
"How much water does it need?" you ask.
Felix shrugs. "Eh, I’ll just eyeball it."
Chan immediately lifts his head. "Wait-"
Too late. Felix dumps an arbitrary amount of water into the bowl, the mixture immediately turning into something that looks more like thin oatmeal than a face mask.
"Looks… fine?" you say.
Felix nods. "Yeah, totally fine."
Chan squints at you both. "It’s fucking liquid."
"Shhh," Felix hushes him, grabbing a brush and stirring. "It’s gonna be great."
Chan sighs like he knows this is going to go terribly, but still sits up obediently, letting you and Felix hover over him as you both dip brushes into the bowl of sludge.
You bite your lip, trying so hard not to laugh as you swipe the mask onto Chan’s forehead. It immediately starts sliding down toward his eyebrow.
"Oh my god," you whisper. "It’s so bad."
Felix snorts, painting a thick, gloopy streak down Chan’s cheek, only for it to drip toward his jaw. "It’s art, angel. Let it happen."
Chan stays painfully still as you and Felix struggle to contain your laughter, the mask refusing to stick properly to his skin. Then Felix grabs the cucumber slices from the refreshments tray and just starts slapping them onto Chan’s face.
"There we go," Felix says, deadpan. "Perfect."
Chan sits there stoically, his entire face covered in dripping face mask and randomly placed cucumber slices, looking like he’s reevaluating all of his life choices.
"You two are actual menaces," he says flatly.
Felix beams. "Thank you."
You wipe tears from your eyes, your stomach hurting from laughing so hard. "It’s a look, honestly."
"I hate both of you," Chan mutters, though he doesn’t move to wipe any of it off.
Felix claps his hands together. "Alright, now it’s our turn."
You and Felix opt for sheet masks instead, much safer than the crime you just committed on Chan’s face. The cool fabric presses against your skin as you smooth the mask over your features, the slight tingle from the serum oddly soothing.
Felix leans back, sighing happily. "Skincare gods, bless me tonight."
Chan, who still has a single cucumber slice hanging off his cheek, just shakes his head. "You two better not fucking take pictures."
"No promises," Felix replies immediately.
You giggle, adjusting your sheet mask before Felix suddenly perks up, his eyes landing on a small manicure kit near the refreshments table.
"Oh? Oh."
"What?" you ask, following his gaze.
Felix grins, grabbing the small kit and waving it in front of your face. "I’m doing your nails, angel."
Your brows lift. "Are you even good at it?"
"Excuse me," Felix gasps, placing a hand to his chest like you deeply offended him. "I have skills, Y/N. Let me prove myself."
You glance at Chan, who is still sitting there with cucumber chaos on his face, watching the two of you with his arms crossed. "Should I trust him?"
Chan shrugs. "No idea. This is new information to me."
Felix pouts. "You doubt me?"
"Absolutely," you tease.
Felix huffs but still gently grabs your hands, pulling them into his lap. "Doubt all you want, sweetheart. You’ll be thanking me when I make these nails look amazing."
You smile, letting him file and buff your nails, the repetitive motion oddly calming.
Chan, still stuck in his gloopy mask, watches silently, his head tilted slightly as he listens to you and Felix giggle at each other. You catch the way his lips quirk slightly at the corners, the affection in his gaze as he watches Felix compliment you nonstop while painting your nails.
"This color matches your hair," Felix hums, carefully brushing on the polish. "You’re gonna look so fucking cute."
You roll your eyes but grin, watching the polish glisten under the dim lighting. "I’ll admit, you’re not bad at this."
"Told you," Felix sing-songs, sticking his tongue out.
Chan exhales a soft laugh, adjusting the cucumber slice barely hanging onto his nose. "I can’t believe this is my life."
"You love it, don’t lie."
Felix finishes up, blowing lightly over your nails before beaming at you. "Perfect. My best work yet."
You wiggle your fingers, admiring them. "Okay, I kinda love them."
"Told you," Felix says smugly.
An hour later, the three of you are completely settled into the plush sofa, tangled up in the kind of warmth that comes from being full, comfortable, and undeniably spoiled. The spa staff have been slipping in and out quietly, refilling plates with fresh fruit, delicate pastries, and warm, fragrant tea that you’re sure costs more than your monthly grocery bill.
The TV now plays Peter Pan, the familiar scenes casting a soft glow over the dimly lit room. It feels perfect, the kind of peace you never realized you needed until you were right here, living in it.
Felix is pressed against one side of you, his body warm beneath the fluffy blanket you’re sharing, fingers idly tracing patterns against your knee. Chan is on the other side, one arm draped over the back of the couch, the occasional brush of his fingertips against your shoulder sending tiny sparks up your spine. All of you have matching nail polish now, Felix’s idea, obviously. His nails, Chan’s nails, your nails, all a perfect glossy shade that matches the soft lavender tones in your hair.
Felix tilts his head toward you, a lazy smile tugging at his lips. "So how did we do?"
You hum thoughtfully, sipping your tea, dragging out the moment just to make them wait for it. "Well," you start, setting your cup down carefully. "Neither of you has asked me for a lock of my hair yet, so already, you’re doing better than my worst date ever."
Chan snorts, shaking his head. "No fucking way."
"Swear to God," you say, solemnly. "Dude just straight-up looked me in the eyes and asked if he could keep a piece of me like I was a goddamn Victorian ghost bride."
Felix wheezes, his entire body shaking against yours. "Angel, what the fuck?"
"You’re telling me!" you exclaim, throwing a hand up. "And I still had to sit through the rest of that meal because he drove us there and I didn’t want to die walking home."
Chan sighs dramatically, shaking his head. "This is why we’re never letting you date people we haven’t pre-approved."
Felix hums in agreement. "Exactly. We’re your new dating consultants."
"Or," Chan adds smoothly, his fingers brushing lightly against the bare skin of your forearm, "you just date us instead."
You glance between them. Felix, his bright mischievous gaze locked onto yours, his fingers still tracing gentle lines against your knee. Chan, steady and certain, looking at you with something deep, something that makes your heart skip a little too fast.
Felix licks his lips. "Can we kiss you?"
Your breath catches, your fingers tightening around the blanket without meaning to and you nod. Chan chuckles, tilting his head. "You better remember this time."
Felix leans in first, closing the space between you so smoothly that it feels seamless, like he’s been waiting for this moment all night. His lips brush over yours, gentle at first, almost teasing, before he deepens it, tilting his head to slot against you more perfectly.
His lips are soft, slightly sweet from the tea, moving against yours with a warmth that sends a spark straight through your body. His fingers slide up to cup your jaw, his thumb brushing lightly over your cheek as he takes his time, savoring the kiss like he never wants it to end.
The second Felix pulls away slightly, Chan is there, his lips pressing to yours in an entirely different way, firmer, more certain, like he’s been dying to do this. His fingers slip beneath your chin, tilting your head just right so he can kiss you deeper, letting out a quiet hum of satisfaction as he feels you melt against him.
Felix is still there, still watching, his breath slightly uneven as he lingers close, his forehead brushing against yours when Chan finally pulls away. For a second, you’re just breathing, lips tingling, your heart hammering so hard you’re surprised they can’t hear it.
Then Felix grins, tilting his head. "One more."
And then he’s kissing Chan, right in front of you, moving into him so smoothly that it feels natural, like it’s something they’ve done a thousand times before which they have. Chan hums against his lips, his hand sliding up into Felix’s hair, pulling him in closer as he tilts his head. Your breath catches, eyes locked onto the way Felix sighs softly against Chan’s mouth, the way their lips move together in sync, the way they fit.
Felix pulls away first, his lips pink, his eyes still half-lidded as he turns back to you. "Now you."
You don’t even know who kisses who next, because the next thing you know, Felix’s fingers are threading through your hair as he tugs you back in, his mouth slotting perfectly against yours as you sigh into the kiss.
Chan laughs softly against your jaw before pressing kisses there too, his lips brushing over your skin, trailing soft, teasing pecks down your neck. Felix nips at your lower lip before pulling away, pressing his forehead to yours as he exhales a soft laugh. "You definitely remember this time, right?"
You let out a breathless giggle, feeling a little dizzy from the warmth of them both surrounding you. "I think it’s burned into my brain forever."
"Good," Chan murmurs, nudging his nose against your temple before pressing a slow, deliberate kiss there.
Felix sighs happily, nuzzling into your other side. "We should do this more often."
You laugh, tilting your head slightly to bump against his. "What, make out?"
"Yes," Felix replies immediately.
"Yes," Chan agrees.
You roll your eyes, but your smile betrays you. "You two are the worst."
"And yet," Felix teases, his fingers slipping beneath your hoodie to brush against your waist, "here you are."
Chan hums in agreement, his arm wrapping firmly around your waist, tugging you even closer. "And you’re not running away."
"Nope," you say, smiling to yourself as you rest your head against Chan’s shoulder, Felix’s arm still wrapped around your middle. "Not running at all."
Chan presses a final kiss against the top of your head before letting out a satisfied sigh. "Yeah. I think this date went pretty well."
Felix grins. "Same time next week?"
"Sounds perfect."
The air is thick with tension and the undeniable hum of adrenaline as the half-time whistle echoes through the field. The Miroh Maniacs and the Cle Cobras break away from the first half of the game, sweat dripping down their faces, jerseys clinging to their bodies from the intensity of the match. The Maniacs have been dominating the field, outrunning and outplaying the Cobras at nearly every turn, and the scoreboard reflects that perfectly, Miroh sitting comfortably with a twelve-point lead.
The bleachers are alive with roaring cheers, students decked out in Maniacs’ red and black, waving banners and throwing their arms in the air as the players jog to the sidelines for a much-needed water break.
You, however, are not down on the track with your team, shaking pom-poms and hyping up the crowd like you should be. Instead, you and the rest of the suspended cheer squad are sitting on the front row of the bleachers, your legs casually crossed over one another, exuding pure nonchalance despite the fact that you’re not technically supposed to be here.
Your red ribbed turtleneck sweater fits snugly, hugging your torso in a way that makes you feel both comfortable and a little bit powerful. The black pleated mini skirt you paired it with barely brushes mid-thigh, but the real finishing touch to your outfit is the black bomber jacket draped over your shoulders, Chan’s jacket, the faint scent of his cologne still lingering in the fabric. You tug it around yourself, adjusting the sleeves slightly as you lean back, shifting your black rectangular sunglasses higher onto the bridge of your nose.
Beside you, Yeji is practically vibrating in place, her fingers tapping against the metal bleachers, her body buzzing with anticipation. "How much longer?" she mutters under her breath.
You smile, shifting slightly as you glance toward the centre of the field. "Should be any second now."
None of the other cheerleaders know why the two of you are waiting so eagerly, why you’re both sitting there grinning like you own the place, practically giddy despite your suspension. But they’re about to find out.
Lia, who’s seated a few spots down, narrows her eyes suspiciously as she leans forward. "Alright, what the fuck are you two plotting?"
Yuna, her brows furrowed, leans in next to her. "Yeah, you’re acting way too smug for two people who are technically banned from cheering right now."
Ryujin crosses her arms over her chest, tilting her head as she watches you both closely. "What the fuck are you hiding?"
You and Yeji exchange one glance and then, simultaneously, you grin as the opening beats of Queencard by (G)I-DLE explode through the field speakers.
A ripple of confusion spreads through the crowd, heads snapping toward the field as the Miroh Maniacs, Chan, Felix, Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, Jisung, Seungmin, Jeongin and the rest of the team, come jogging out of the changing rooms and they’re not in their usual jerseys. They’re in cheerleading uniforms. The same red and black skirts, the same cropped tops with MIROH MANIACS emblazoned across the front, the same pom-poms clutched in their hands. And then they start dancing.
Yeji gasps beside you, slapping your arm as the entire squad erupts into laughter, screams of shock and delight echoing across the front row of the bleachers.
"NO. FUCKING. WAY." Ryujin cackles, doubling over. "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?"
Lia shrieks, gripping Yuna’s wrist as the two of them lose their minds, their laughter barely heard over the crowd that is absolutely eating this up. You knew this was happening, you and Yeji personally helped teach them the choreography in secret, but seeing it now, in full effect, is something else entirely.
Chan, smirking, perfectly in sync with the rest of the team, spins on his feet before dropping low, his movements sharp and fluid, perfectly timed with Felix, who is on his left.
Felix, his grin shining brighter than the fucking sun, shakes his pom-poms before tossing them up dramatically, winking straight at you. You laugh, doubling over as Yeji clutches her stomach, shaking with laughter.
"Oh my GOD," you giggle, covering your mouth. "They’re actually doing it! They’re fucking doing it!"
The Miroh Maniacs execute every single move with alarming accuracy, hitting each step of the routine flawlessly, their footwork sharp, their hip rolls too precise for comfort.
"THEY’RE SO GOOD," Yuna screeches, hands clutching her cheeks. "WHY ARE THEY SO GOOD?"
"This was Chan and Felix’s idea," Yeji gasps out, still laughing, barely able to breathe. "*They wanted to do it for us, for you, especially."
Your heart flutters wildly at that, but you barely have time to process it before: "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS BULLSHIT?!"
The coach’s voice explodes from the sidelines, his face turning an alarming shade of red, his arms flailing wildly as he marches up and down the field. "WHO THE FUCK APPROVED THIS?! THIS IS A FOOTBALL GAME, NOT A GODDAMN CIRCUS!"
You burst out laughing, your whole body shaking as you watch the coach lose his absolute mind, veins popping in his neck, hands thrown in the air like he’s praying for patience. "LEE MINHO, STOP FUCKING GRINDING ON YOUR TEAMMATES AND PLAY FOOTBALL!"
Minho, who is currently rolling his hips like he was born to do this, smirks at the coach and winks. "Sorry, Coach! Gotta keep my form tight!"
"STOP WINKING, YOU MENACE-"
Before the coach can fully combust, the entire field erupts in a deafening scream as Jisung, wild-eyed and completely unhinged, does a quick spin, drops low, then BENDS OVER and flips his skirt up, revealing a pair of lacy red panties.
"OH MY GOD," Lia shrieks, practically collapsing against Yuna. "WHAT THE FUCK IS HE WEARING?!"
"WHY DIDN’T WE KNOW ABOUT THIS?!" Ryujin screams, clutching onto your jacket.
The crowd is going insane, whistling and whooping as the Cle Cobras are staring in pure disbelief, some of them doubled over, others just straight-up wheezing on the field.
Jisung, still bent over, ass on full display, smacks his own ass and blows a kiss to the crowd.
"HAN JISUNG, YOU ARE DONE, YOU HEAR ME?! DONE-"
"You can’t stop me, Coach," Jisung purrs, flipping his skirt back down. "I was born to be a star."
You are crying, tears are streaming down your face, your lungs giving out from how hard you’re laughing. And then Chan and Felix, grinning like absolute shitheads, blow you kisses. You barely manage to catch your breath before you instinctively blow one back.
Yeji gasps beside you, her mouth falling open. "NO!"
You blink. "What?"
"YOU SNAGGED CHAN AND FELIX?!" Yeji demands, her eyes wide with betrayal.
You laugh, running a hand through your hair. "I mean, I’m not their girlfriend yet but pretty much?"
Ryujin groans, throwing her head back. "Fucking FINALLY."
"Wait, hold on, hold on-" Yuna waves her hands wildly, her eyes darting between you and the two men who are still watching you from the field, clearly entertained by your reaction. "When the fuck did this happen?!"
"I KNEW SOMETHING WAS UP," Lia gasps, hitting Ryujin’s arm. "I KNEW IT!"
Before you can answer, the entire squad suddenly stills, eyes snapping back to the field. Because Minho is now bent over in front of Jisung and Jisung is pretending to spank him and Yeji freezes. "...We didn’t teach them that, right?"
You tilt your head, watching Minho throw a wink over his shoulder as Jisung dramatically smacks the air behind him. "No," you say, grinning. "But I love it."
And as the crowd erupts once more, the Miroh Maniacs fully committed to their performance, the coach on the verge of a stroke, you think, that this might just be the best halftime show you’ve ever seen.
The second half of the game is a bloodbath. Whatever little morale the Cle Cobras had left after that halftime show is utterly destroyed by the time the whistle blows again. The Miroh Maniacs hit the field running, and it’s clear they have no intention of letting up.
Chan, back in his usual jersey, is all business, barking out plays, directing his team with sharp, decisive gestures. Felix moves lightning-fast across the field, agile and lethal, outmanoeuvring every single defender that tries to get in his way. Minho and Changbin are unstoppable, bulldozing through the Cobras' offence like they weren’t even there.
Hyunjin, graceful and calculated, dances across the field with the ball, spinning out of reach from grasping hands before launching a perfect pass to Jeongin, who slams it home into the end zone.
The crowd erupts. The Cle Cobras are absolutely done. By the time the final whistle finally sounds, the scoreboard is practically mocking them: Miroh Maniacs 42 - Cle Cobras 10
The crowd explodes in cheers, deafening, the entire student section losing their minds as the Maniacs gather at the centre of the field, whooping and shouting, piling onto each other in a sweaty, exhausted but exhilarated heap.
You’re already moving, practically hopping down from the front row of the bleachers as the team trots off the field, jerseys soaked with sweat, hair disheveled, their energy still thrumming with the high of their victory.
Chan and Felix are near the front, pulling at their jerseys to wipe the sweat off their faces, their skin flushed and shining under the bright field lights.
You grin, jogging over to meet them. "Not bad, Maniacs."
Chan snorts, throwing an arm over your shoulders as soon as you reach him, pressing a grossly sweaty kiss to your temple. "Not bad?"
"Absolutely not bad," Felix corrects, tugging at the collar of his jersey, trying to get some airflow. "We annihilated them, angel."
"True," you concede, letting them pull you in between them as they catch their breath. "Still doesn’t change the fact that Jisung stole the whole fucking show."
From the sidelines, where he’s chugging a bottle of water, Jisung whoops loudly, pumping a fist in the air. "Damn right, I did!"
Chan laughs, shaking his head. "I’m never letting him live that down."
"I don’t think any of us are," you agree. "That shit is going down in college history."
Felix grins, bumping his shoulder against yours. "That aside-" he starts, his voice slipping into something smoother, something teasing. "Did we dance good enough to become your boyfriends officially?"
You pretend to think about it, tapping your chin, humming dramatically. "Mmmm... I dunno..."
"Angel," Felix whines, leaning in closer, pouting like he’s actually suffering. "Don’t do this to us."
Chan huffs, reaching over to poke your cheek. "We put our bodies on the line for that performance, Y/N."
"We learned how to twerk," Felix deadpans, lips twitching like he’s trying not to laugh. "For you."
You snort, finally turning to face them fully. "Fine, fine," you grin, throwing up your hands in mock defeat. "You pass. You’re my boyfriends now."
Before you can even process what’s happening, Chan and Felix lunge. Felix grabs your face, his hands warm, his grin radiant as he presses his lips to yours, soft, but giddy, like he can’t contain how fucking happy he is. The second he pulls away, Chan’s there, his hands firm on your waist as he tilts your chin up, kissing you with a little more pressure, a little more certainty, like he’s staking his claim.
When he pulls back, Felix giggling into his shoulder, you’re breathless, warmth blooming in your entire body.
"YOU’RE WELCOME!"
The three of you turn to see Jeongin, still sweaty and grinning like a little shit, has his hands cupped around his mouth, shouting from the sidelines. You burst into laughter, still pressed between Felix and Chan, who are both shaking their heads in exasperation.
"Little bastard," Chan mutters under his breath, but there’s nothing but fondness in his tone.
Felix sighs dreamily, leaning his head against your shoulder. "He really does deserve some credit."
"Only some," you grin, tilting your head slightly so Felix can press a kiss to your temple.
Chan snorts. "Disgusting."
"Jealous?" Felix smirks, lifting his head just enough to flutter his lashes.
"Deeply," Chan says flatly before tugging you back into him, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "I call next kiss, fuck off."
Felix laughs, wrapping his arms around both of you as the team celebrates in the background, as the crowd cheers, as the stadium lights shine down and for the first time in forever, everything feels exactly the way it’s meant to be.
A/N: This draft has been sitting stewing for nearly two months because I got stuck on the plot after the scene in the coach's office but multiple anon requests for Chanlix made me reopen the document again and get to work <3
A/N 2: Also please look at my poll and answer so you have a say in what you see next
Requested by: multiple anons
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