Saltwater Sins || seungcheol, joshua, dk
pairings: dk x seungcheol x joshua x afab!reader
summary: years of almosts and not-quites finally ignite on a maldives trip with your three closest friends — where the only thing hotter than the sun is the tension you can’t ignore anymore.
wc: 4.7k
genre: pwp/ smut
smut warnings: nsfw (MDNI), p in v, multiple rounds, hair pulling, dirty talk, oral(f receiving), cumplay, creampie, anal fingering, overstimulation, double penetration, spanking, degradation, cunnilingus, anal, body worship, aftercare (lmk if i missed anything)
a/n: it’s officially my time to go to horny jail. half-naked svt will be the death of me, i swear. my brain hasn’t functioned properly since those pics dropped and not writing smut after seeing them would've been the real crime. huge thank you to cel (@mylovesstuffs) for matching my freak energy and beta-ing this. ilysm 💗
dividers by @strangergraphics
work is difficult. day and night of skimming through reports, sitting through meetings, and having almost no time for yourself. you needed to cool off.
what better way than to go on a trip with your friends?
so when joshua, seokmin, and seungcheol floated the idea of a vacation — somewhere warm, with no responsibilities and plenty of alcohol, you didn’t even hesitate. the four of you had been talking about it for months, and somehow, miraculously, everyone’s schedules finally aligned.
maldives is fun, beachy, sunny — everything to help take your minds off things. the water’s clear, the drinks are cold, and your biggest concern is whether to swim before or after your third mimosa.
and when your view includes three half-naked men with zero shame and way too much confidence? oh, scrumptious vacation.
you reach maldives after a long, painful 18-hour flight. exhausted, slightly dehydrated, but buzzing with the idea of doing absolutely nothing for the next few days.
you’d rented a villa just beside the beach — private, peaceful, and stupidly pretty. it looked exactly like the pictures, which felt like a small miracle in itself. joshua doesn't even wait to rest and removes his shirt and dives straight into the sea. he rises to the surface after a few seconds — hair sticking to his forehead, wet, and his shorts sticking way too well to his thighs.
fuck.
you shake your head, like that would somehow make the image disappear. you mutter something about needing to unpack and hurry inside, pretending like your brain isn’t already betraying you.
seungcheol follows you. he lugs in a couple of bags, drops them carelessly by the wall, and immediately makes himself at home — stretching like he’s just run a marathon, then flopping onto the couch with a dramatic sigh.
he spreads his legs. manspreads, really. like the couch owes him space. arms draped over the backrest, head tilted like he owns the place.
“you good?” he asks, glancing at you with that lazy smile. the one that’s gotten him out of actual consequences more times than you can count.
no, you are not good. not when his shirt rides up slightly and you catch a sliver of skin. not when he looks that comfortable in his own body.
you force a nod. “yeah. great.”
liar.
the rest of the day is…quite uneventful.
well not really. while the boys run straight into vacation mode — playing beachball, yelling over rules that don't exist, and somehow turning it into a full-on wrestling match in the water; you decide to sunbathe.
a peaceful choice. relaxing. calm.
except the view wasn’t exactly PG.
wet hair, bare chests, muscles flexing way too dramatically over a plastic ball, water glistening on skin that had no business looking that good under the sun.
you aren't even pretending to read anymore. just lying there on your towel, sunglasses on, trying to look unaffected while watching what could only be described as a thirst trap in motion.
delectable, honestly.
but after a while, it had gone suspiciously quiet. no yelling, no splashing, no chaotic screams over who cheated in beachball.
you lower your sunglasses just a little, eyes scanning the shoreline — only to find all three of them walking toward you in sync like some kind of hot boy band comeback.
you sit up instantly. “what.”
seokmin’s the first to speak, his voice all sunshine and mischief. “hey. you enjoying yourself?”
your eyes narrow. “…yes?”
joshua steps in beside him, flashing that deceptively innocent smile of his. “want to enjoy more?”
you barely get the chance to squint in confusion before a strong arm wraps around your waist.
“wait— wait, no—”
you are slung over seungcheol’s shoulder like a rag doll, the towel falling from your lap as he marches toward the ocean like a man on a mission.
“seungcheol!” you yell, squirming violently. “put me down!”
he doesn’t slow. doesn’t even flinch when you start pounding on his back, or when your palm smacks flat against his ass with a sharp thwack. if anything, he laughs.
“you sure you’re not enjoying this?” he teases.
“i swear to god, if you drop me, i’ll—”
he drops you.
one second you are yelling, the next you are underwater, surrounded by a burst of bubbles and betrayal. you come up gasping, hair clinging to your face, already shivering from the sudden shock.
“you absolute assholes!” you shout, wiping water from your eyes.
the three of them are doubled over on the sand, cackling like this is the funniest thing they’ve seen all year. they don’t even try to hide it.
you flip them off with both hands, still panting. “i hope jellyfish sting all of you.”
seokmin is the first to dive in after you, laughter spilling out of him. joshua follows with a dramatic splash. seungcheol strolls in last— smug, unbothered, like he hasn't just commit a full war crime.
you want to stay mad. really, you do. but when all three of them surround you in the water and start splashing like chaotic children, you burst out laughing before you can stop yourself.
by the time the sun starts to set, casting the beach in soft gold and cotton-candy pink, the chaos of the afternoon has settled into something calmer. the four of you are gathered around a bonfire, legs tucked into blankets, drinks in hand, the sound of waves lapping quietly in the background. seokmin connects a speaker, soft music playing in the background, and for the first time since arriving, it feels like you're really on vacation.
the fire crackles between you, sending warm flickers of light across their faces — catching in joshua’s lashes, the curve of seokmin’s smile, the sharp line of seungcheol’s jaw. you try not to stare. you fail miserably.
a few drinks in, with your feet buried in the cool sand and your head pleasantly fuzzy, seokmin claps his hands and declares that it’s time for truth or dare. and of course, no one says no.
the first few rounds are harmless. mild. someone has to sing. someone else has to reenact their most embarrassing drunken memory. you laugh until your stomach hurts, the buzz of alcohol and fire making everything feel lighter than it is.
and then joshua turns to you, his expression innocent in the most suspicious way possible. he leans back on one arm, cradling his drink, and asks, “truth. have you ever found any of us attractive?”
you freeze. your drink pauses halfway to your lips. it’s an easy question to dodge. but for whatever reason, maybe it’s the alcohol — you don’t dodge.
“yes,” you say, simply.
seokmin blinks. “wait, like... one of us?”
you look him right in the eye. “no. all of you. i want all of you.”
you don’t really know why you say the last part, but that shuts them up. for a second, at least.
then seokmin laughs, stunned. joshua raises his brows, clearly amused. seungcheol’s gaze sharpens, but he doesn’t say anything.
you try to act unfazed, but you can feel the shift in the air — the way all three of them are looking at you now, just a little differently. like they’re seeing something they weren’t allowed to before.
joshua laughs, but there’s a ragged edge to it. “You’re serious?”
you swallow, heart hammering. “Yeah. I’m serious.”
the flames of the bonfire crackle behind you, warm against your back, but it’s nothing compared to the heat rolling off them now.
“fuck,” he murmurs, voice low and tight. “you really know how to set us off.”
seungcheol still hasn’t moved. still hasn’t spoken. just watching you with that dangerous, calculating look, as if he’s deciding what to do next. finally, he shifts forward, elbows on his knees: “say it again.”
you hesitate, then you repeat, “i want all of you.”
a moment of perfect, breathless silence.
then seungcheol stands up. he holds out a hand, steady and sure, no questions in his eyes anymore. “come here.”
your legs feel like water, but you obey, slipping your fingers into his. he pulls you up, guiding you off the sand, joshua and seokmin following behind.
joshua’s hand comes to rest at the small of your back, reassuring and possessive all at once. “we’ll take care of you,” he promises, voice gone husky.
your breath catches, tension coiling low in your belly as the atmosphere shifts.
joshua steps in first, fingers reaching up to brush your hair from your face. his touch is gentle, careful — but his eyes are anything but. “say the word,” he murmurs. “we’ll stop if you want us to.”
you glance at all of them. seungcheol is standing near the bar, watching you like he’s been holding back all night. seokmin’s already closer, his eyes flicking to your mouth. joshua, in front of you now, so close his breath brushes your cheek.
you nod. once. “don’t stop.”
joshua kisses you first. slow, like he’s testing what you’ll allow — but you don’t want to hold back. your hands slide into his hair, fingers tugging slightly, and he groans against your mouth.
then seokmin’s behind you, arms slipping around your waist as he presses a kiss to your neck, and your knees almost give.
“fuck, you smell good,” he mumbles, lips trailing just below your ear. “you’ve been driving me insane all day.”
you feel another presence — seungcheol, finally stepping in. his hand comes up to tilt your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes.
“how do you want this?” he asks, voice low and steady. “you tell us.”
you blink up at him, breathless. “i want you all over me.”
“fuck,” seokmin says behind you. “this is really happening.”
“no backing out now,” joshua murmurs, smiling as he kisses down your jaw.
then everything blurs — hands tugging at clothes, laughter mixed with groans, mouths everywhere. someone lifts you, someone else pulls your shirt over your head, and soon you’re being laid down on the oversized couch, bodies pressing in from every side.
you feel joshua’s lips on your chest, soft and reverent, while seokmin is sliding his fingers along your thighs, eyes wide with awe like he’s never seen anything prettier.
seungcheol kneels beside you, one hand wrapped around your jaw, the other sliding slowly down your stomach. “you’re still sure?” he asks again.
you don’t answer with words and just grab his wrist and guide his hand lower.
seungcheol’s mouth twitches at your answer — or lack thereof — when you guide his hand lower, letting your hips roll up into his palm.
“needy already?” he mutters, fingers slipping between your legs over your damp bottoms. “figures. all that attitude earlier — guess you just needed someone to fuck it out of you.”
your breath hitches. before you can even think of something smart to say, joshua tugs your shorts down your legs, tossing them somewhere across the room.
“she’s soaked,” joshua murmurs, his tone almost reverent. “and we’ve barely touched her.”
seokmin groans behind you. “fuck, i want her mouth.”
“then take it,” seungcheol says, voice hard now, like he’s not here to play anymore.
seokmin’s hand forms a fist in your hair in the next second, yanking your head back just enough to make you gasp. his cock is already out — hard, flushed, leaking — and he presses it to your lips, grinning down at you.
“open up, sweetheart. no more hiding behind those pretty little eyes.”
he groans the second you wrap your lips around him, pushing deep with no hesitation. his hand stays tangled in your hair, controlling the pace, dragging you down on his cock until your eyes water.
“shit, look at her,” joshua breathes, kneeling beside your thighs now. “so fucking desperate. you like being used, don’t you?”
you moan around seokmin’s cock, hips jerking upward because now seungcheol’s fingers are slipping inside you, thick and rough and fast.
joshua leans in and spits right on your pussy, spreading it with two fingers while seungcheol still pumps you open. “i want her dripping down my cock,” he mutters. “i want to hear her cry for it.”
seokmin lets out a choked laugh above you. “she’s already crying, hyung. look at her.”
tears stream down your cheeks from how deep he’s fucking your mouth, the wet squelch of fingers between your legs echoing in the room, your body squirming — helpless, overwhelmed, and loving every filthy second.
then it all moves fast.
you are flipped on your knees, cheeks hot, ass in the air. seungcheol delivers the first slap hard, loud, making you yelp and clench around nothing.
“don’t whine,” he snaps, rubbing the sting in. “you wanted this. all of us, remember?”
“yeah,” joshua laughs, lining up behind you now. “you said it so sweet. ‘i want all of you.’ little attention whore.”
you don’t get a chance to argue, not when joshua sinks into you in one hard thrust, burying himself to the hilt.
you scream — or you try to, but seokmin’s already pushing back into your mouth.
double stuffed. one in your mouth, one in your cunt, and one more still waiting.
“look at her,” seungcheol mutters, stroking himself now as he watches from the front. “fucking made for this.”
you’re already shaking. joshua’s pace is brutal, slamming into you from behind, his fingers digging into your hips. seokmin keeps your head in place, fucking your throat with no mercy.
“gonna stretch that tight little ass too,” seungcheol says, leaning down behind you. “think you can take it, baby?”
you try to nod, eyes wide and wet.
he spits on his fingers and starts working them into your ass, slow at first — then faster when he feels how easily you’re giving in.
“so fucking filthy,” he growls. “what a perfect fucking toy.”
you don’t know how you’re still conscious when joshua pulls out, only to be replaced by seungcheol behind you. joshua’s hand fists your hair again, lifting your head.
“you wanted all of us?” he says, voice rough. “then take all of us.”
seokmin’s still down your throat. seungcheol’s cock presses into your ass, slow, stretching you impossibly wide.
and then joshua slides into your pussy again.
both of them inside you.
you let out a muffled scream around seokmin’s cock.
you’re not even sure what you're saying anymore — the sounds coming from your mouth are nothing but muffled moans, choked and wet around seokmin’s cock. your jaw aches, your throat burns, but he doesn’t let up.
“shit,” he mutters, his grip tightening in your hair. “gonna fucking cum down your throat. you want that?”
you try to nod, eyes rolling back as you gag around him.
he groans, hips stuttering, and then he holds you down on him, cock buried deep in your throat.
“take it. fucking take it,” he growls.
and then you feel it — hot spurts spilling straight down your throat, thick and messy. he holds you there, cock twitching, groaning like he’s never felt anything better.
you swallow instinctively, tears slipping down your cheeks. he finally pulls out with a grunt, your lips swollen and wet, chin slick with spit and cum.
“fuck, look at you,” he breathes, dragging his thumb over your mouth. “so pretty when you’re ruined.”
joshua’s still fucking into you, hard and fast, every thrust punching sounds out of your mouth. you’re stretched and used, your body trembling between them, but he’s not done.
“she’s still tight,” he pants, grabbing your hips and slamming into you deeper. “still fucking milking my cock like she wants more.”
“gonna fill this pussy up,” he growls, pace growing erratic. “gonna make you leak all over the fucking floor.”
“do it,” seungcheol urges from behind, watching as he thrusts into your ass while joshua takes your pussy. “fill her up. she can take it.”
you’re so close to falling apart again, and then joshua lets out a sharp moan, thrusts one last time, and cums.
his hips stutter, cock pulsing deep inside you as he spills everything — hot and messy, groaning your name like a curse.
“fuck, fuck, fuck—”
you can feel it dripping out of you already, slick and warm and filthy.
joshua collapses forward against your back, panting against your shoulder.
“she’s perfect,” he mutters, breath still shaky. “fucking perfect.”
you don’t even get a moment to breathe before seungcheol growls in your ear —
“don’t go soft now. i’m not done with you yet.”
you barely have time to catch your breath. your body’s limp, jaw sore, your thighs shaking and soaked with a mixture of spit and cum — theirs and yours. you’re half-leaning against the couch, chest rising and falling rapidly, hair a mess across your face. joshua’s breath is still hot on your shoulder, his cum dripping slowly from between your legs.
“fuck, she’s twitching,” seokmin mutters, still sitting on the floor in front of you, lazily stroking himself back to hardness. “you gonna cry again, sweetheart?”
you whimper something incoherent. it doesn’t matter. they’re already working you open again.
joshua shifts beside you, dragging a finger through the mess dripping out of your pussy and pushing it right back in. “can’t waste any of that,” he murmurs, voice sweet but mocking. “she needs it.”
“look at this filthy little cunt,” seungcheol spits, reaching around to slap your clit hard enough to make your legs buckle. “you want another load in you? greedy whore can’t get enough?”
seokmin drags you up by your waist and flips you on your back.
“can’t wait to try this pussy next,” he says, voice low and dark. “gonna fuck you until you cry.”
and he does — hard and deep, rutting into you with a pace that has your mouth falling open in a soundless moan.
joshua kneels beside your head, grinning like he’s found his favourite toy.
he grabs your jaw, thumb swiping across your swollen lower lip.
“she looks fucked stupid already,” he mutters, voice dripping with pride. “let’s see how much more she can take.”
you open your mouth for him.
he slides his cock past your lips less harshly than seokmin did — letting you feel every inch, every vein, groaning when your tongue moves against him.
“yeah, just like that,” he breathes. “so fucking pretty like this.”
seungcheol leans over the back of the couch, one hand wrapping around your throat as seokmin pounds into you.
“how’s it feel?” he growls into your ear. “being passed around like this? like a little toy for us to use?”
you moan pathetically, muffled by joshua’s cock, your body jolting with every rough thrust joshua drives into you.
“can’t even answer anymore,” seungcheol laughs.
you don’t even care. your mind’s gone. all you can do is suck and moan and cum again as seokmin hits that spot inside you with ruthless precision.
“she’s squeezing me so hard,” seokmin gasps, pace stuttering. “fuck, she’s gonna make me—”
and then he groans — loud, raw — as he cums deep inside you, hips jerking forward as he fills you.
joshua’s not far behind. he pulls out at the last second, fisting his cock quickly and he cums across your chest.
your legs barely work anymore. your whole body trembles, slick and sore and marked up from head to toe. seokmin is still half-sprawled on the couch beside you, lazy and smug, his cum leaking out of you in slow, hot drips. joshua is sitting across from you, shirtless, still catching his breath, watching you with a wide grin and glazed eyes like he just witnessed something holy.
but it’s not over. not until seungcheol says it is.
he’s still standing above you, hard as ever, one hand wrapped around his cock, the other sliding down your ruined thigh. he crouches between your legs, eyes drinking you in — fucked-out, flushed, your chest rising and falling in shallow, desperate breaths.
“look at you,” he mutters, thumb swiping between your folds, gathering the mess the other two left behind. “cum dripping out of this hole like it’s starving.”
you whimper, legs twitching as he presses two fingers back inside you. you're stretched and sensitive, your body jolting with every curl of his hand.
behind him, joshua hums, “she still wants more?”
seungcheol growls as he leans in, pressing his forehead to yours. “they already used you up. and you still want more?”
you whine, your fingers fisting in the couch cushions.
“say it,” he commands.
you choke out, “want you.”
he pulls his fingers out, sucks them clean, and then lines himself up. he thrusts all the way in. your legs fly open as your body locks up under him.
joshua lets out a low whistle. “fuck, look at her face.”
“she’s gone,” seokmin laughs. “hyung is gonna break her.”
and he does. his pace is brutal, unrelenting, fucking into you like your cunt belongs to him and only him. your body arches, nails drag down his back, and your moans dissolve into broken sobs.
“so fuckin’ messy,” he grits out. “so full, and still clenching around me like a needy slut.”
you try to speak — to beg him or thank him or tell him you’re going to cum again. but all that comes out is a desperate gasp, tears spilling down your cheeks.
“that’s it, baby. you’re doing great!” his hips snap harder.
your climax hits out of nowhere — explosive, gut-wrenching, ripping through you like lightning. your back arches violently, a scream torn from your throat as your body clamps down around him.
“fuck, that’s it.” seungcheol moans, losing control as he thrusts harder, faster, chasing his own high through your convulsing cunt. “gonna fill you up. give you every last fucking drop.”
and when he cums it’s rough — he slams in deep, cock twitching, hot spurts spilling into you while he growls your name against your neck.
he stays there for a second, buried deep, your legs still shaking around him.
joshua hums, amused. “think she passed out.”
seungcheol pulls back slowly, looking down at the mess between your legs — his cum and theirs leaking out of you, your thighs trembling, your body twitching from overstimulation.
“you took it so fucking well,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
you feel like jelly now. muscles aching, lips swollen, thighs sticky and sore in the best way. the air’s heavy with sex and sweat and heat, yet no one’s moving away.
you lie back on the cushion, chest rising and falling unevenly, and they… just look at you. like they’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
seokmin is the first to move. he leans in and kisses your shoulder, then one just above your collarbone, then another on the curve of your jaw.
“hi,” he whispers against your skin, lips curling into a smile. “still alive?”
you manage a breathy laugh. “barely.”
“good.” he kisses you again. “we’ll keep it that way.”
joshua shifts beside you, dragging his fingertips up and down your thigh, slow and gentle, before leaning down to kiss your hip.
“you okay?” he murmurs.
you turn your head toward him, reaching to tangle your fingers in his hair. “i’m perfect.”
he grins, then leans in and kisses you slowly.
seungcheol’s hand rests on your stomach. he watches the two of you kiss for a moment, then leans in and steals one of his own.
he kisses you deeper, firm but gentle — never taking more than you give.
“can i hold you?” he asks courteously. “while i’m inside?”
you nod immediately.
he pulls you gently onto his lap, easing you down over his cock with slow aching patience. there’s no rush, no pressure, just the stretch of him filling you again and the quiet gasp you let out as your arms wrap around his neck.
his lips find yours again, a little hungrier this time. his hands roam your back, your hips, your spine like he can’t stop touching you.
joshua moves behind you, peppering kisses along your neck, your shoulder then down your back. seokmin joins, his mouth pressing against your chest, your ribs, your stomach. every part of you that trembles under their touch gets kissed like worship.
“i feel like i’m dreaming,” seokmin admits, his voice muffled against your skin. “you’re going to ruin everyone else for me.”
seungcheol holds you like you are fragile now, his cock buried deep inside but barely moving — just enough to keep you full.
“you feel it?” he murmurs, lips brushing against yours.
“everywhere,” you breathe.
slow rolls of seungcheol’s hips. joshua’s lips dragging up your spine. seokmin’s kisses laid over your chest, your throat, your cheek.
your eyes flutter shut. your mouth finds whoever leans in first — joshua maybe, then seokmin, then seungcheol.
“can you cum one more time?” seungcheol asks, voice rough from holding back. “for us?”
you nod, chest tight.
his hand slides between you, thumb circling your clit slow, maddening motions.
“let go for us, baby.” joshua whispers into your ear. “you are so fucking good for us.”
you break again, coming around seungcheol with a quiet cry, clinging to his shoulder as he groans and finally lets go inside of you, filling you with a trembling gasp against your neck.
you don’t know how long you lie there, half-sprawled against seungcheol’s chest, with joshua stretched out beside you, his hand lazily draws circles into your thigh, and seokmin curled against your side like a contented cat.
no one speaks for a while. your body is buzzing — overstimulated and sore, but in the best way. your lips are swollen, your thighs sticky, your chest covered in love bites and lazy kisses. your skin feels too warm, like you’ve been sun-drunk and sex-drunk all at once.
then joshua breaks the silence with a soft laugh. “well. that happened.”
you groan and bury your face in seungcheol’s neck. “don’t say it like that.”
“you mean… like we didn’t just absolutely destroy you?” seokmin teases, brushing his knuckles along your ribs. “because we did. and you’re gonna feel it tomorrow.”
“i feel it now.” you mutter.
“bath,” seungcheol says quietly, voice gravelly against your cheek. “you need one.”
he doesn’t ask, just moves. lifts you effortlessly off his chest. joshua and seokmin follow, groaning as they stretch and stumble toward the bathroom, like you’re all a little tipsy on each other.
the tub fills while you sit on the edge, wrapped in one of joshua’s shirts — the first thing someone pulled over you, soft and worn and smelling like him. you blink slowly, dazed, as seokmin adjusts the temperature and seungcheol pours something that smells like lavender into the water.
“she’s still floaty,” joshua murmurs, kissing your shoulder as he crouches behind you. “you good?”
you nod, sleepily. “mm. warm.”
“good,” he smiles. “we’ll take care of the rest.”
they help you into the tub once it’s ready — hands gentle, murmurs soft. joshua sits behind you, pulling you against his chest, while seokmin starts washing your arms with slow, soapy strokes, making little bubbles just to kiss them off your shoulder.
seungcheol kneels beside the tub, running his palm over your thigh, your folds, your foot. he presses a kiss to your knee and mutters, “you did so good for us.”
you hum quietly, eyes fluttering shut. “you guys are being weirdly sweet now.”
“what, you want us to degrade you after we fill you with cum?” seokmin snorts.
“kinda,” you mumble, and they all laugh — soft, affectionate.
the rest of the bath is quiet. peaceful. joshua rubs your shoulders. seokmin starts humming something under his breath. seungcheol brings you a bottle of water and a clean towel and kisses your temple without a word.
by the time they help you into bed, you’re already half asleep — hair damp, skin warm, clean clothes sticking slightly to your freshly washed skin.
you crawl under the covers and instantly feel joshua slide in beside you, followed by seokmin on your other side. seungcheol takes the last space — his arm over your waist, his chest to your back, his breath even against your neck.
“you’re staying here, right?” joshua asks quietly.
you smile into the pillow. “where else would i go?”
you close your eyes, sinking into the warmth of their bodies, but your mind doesn’t stop.
how the hell is the rest of this trip supposed to go now? sharing cocktails by the pool like you didn’t have all of them inside you hours ago?
how do you go back to spreadsheets and small talk when you’ve just discovered that your new normal might involve three sinfully attractive men and way too few clothes?
you’re not sure.
but right now, wrapped up in their arms, you don’t really care.
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