WELCOME TO THE PLAYGROUND | OT7 DREAM
WARNINGS: drugs, sexual content, alcohol, food, and more.
GENRES: Rave vibes, poly!Dream
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You remembered this house so clearly. Every painting on the walls, the slightly stained couch pushed against the wall. All of it brought back the memories you weren't sure you wanted to relive. Memories of happy times leaving a bitter taste in your mouth.
The house was in good shape, gray walls and wood floors still in perfect shape despite the constant traffic the place had.
A few steps. That was all it took to put you in front of the familiar basement door. The door you were never invited behind during the night.
The strong smell of booze and the familiar green substance you love fills your senses as you trek the steps, the bright blacklights gradually illuminating the blue dress hugging your body along with the white fishnets you paired to it.
When you reach the bottom is when your outfit truly glows, Makeup popping against your skin in the dark and smoke filled room beneath the house.
You dodge sweaty bodies left and right, slipping through the crowd and past the abundance of beams littering the rather large concrete area beneath the eight bedroom home they resided within. You had been here in the past, but never during one of THESE parties. Jaemin insisted you wouldn't be safe and you never fought him.
Your eyes scan the mass, eyes landing on the bar with a tiny grin spreading across your plush lips. You could see Chenle and Jeno.
Elation replaces your worries in a heartbeat, body moving far too fast as you slink through the crowd. It had been ages since you felt this type of emotion course through you. Everything had been monotone for at least three years. Nothing out of place or chaotic. Nothing exciting.
You see Jeno look at you and smile, eyes widening as he and Chenle finish making some drinks.
With a rough shove, you manage to push past the people who blocked your way only to find the two of them had vanished into the crowd once again.
You curse softly, leaning on the table before pouring a decent amount of gin into a glass. Your favorite, brand and all. A tiny smile parts your lips at the realization, a tiny sip taken to adjust to the flavor once again.
"So Chenle wasn't lying when he said he saw you."
The deep voice of Jisung chokes you, body whipping to face the tall and slender man. He was older now for sure, ash purple hair and dark makeup strikingly bold against his pretty skin. He was practically drenched in the scent of his Kalvin Klein perfume, blue contacts making his eyes shine when he bends to look closer at you. He was hot.
The way he was dressed only added to him.
An orchid colored silk blouse, front tucked into leather pants and a silver belt buckle matching his accessories. Most of the buttons were undone, showing a silver body chain off as it trails your eyes down his frame and to his navel. Fuck.
His eyes follow suit, eyes drinking in the way the tight satin squeezes you in all the right places. You had certainly filled out a bit since the last time he saw you. He loved seeing you step away from baggy tops and loose sweats. He loved that your body was now being displayed.
"No. He wasn't… Hi, Jisung. It’s been a long time.” Your voice is strained, eyes fixed on the chain across his chest when you respond. He seems to pick up on that, smirking a bit as he leans closer to your face.
“I take it you like my choice in accessories.” His voice is a whisper, your cheeks flushing as you muster up the courage to speak.
“And you like my dress, so I think that makes it even, hmm?” The way your voice shakes pulls a tiny chuckle from the man, the two of you now intense staring battle.
His eyes were clouded with humor and a tinge of something you didn’t recognize. At least not something you’d seen in HIS eyes before.
“Are you two going to stay here all night, or are you coming to the den? You know they're waiting for her, Ji.” A rather frustrated voice pulls you both from your thoughts, eyes darting to see a more mature Mark with crossed arms who was eyeing you as if you were dirt on his shoes.
They had all grown so much. Mark was sporting dark blue hair,pushed out of his face and cut a bit shorter than last time you saw him. His brow was pierced as well. You had never really gotten on well with Mark, so you had practically known he would glare at you all night.
“Right. Follow us, Y/N.” Jisung speaks gently, hand placed on the small of your back to guide you.
They were different. Physically, at least. Mark and Jisung were more fit now, both a tiny bit taller. The black leather jacket, leather pants, and hardly there blue mesh top showing more of Mark then what you’d seen over the years.
The three of you make your way through a curtain, a tinted glass door coming into view alone with five more familiar faces, one of them looking panicked and nervous as they play with their hands.
He was sitting there with his eyes on the wall, dark brunette hair falling messily past his brow as he toys with his ring. A black mesh top and unbuttoned silk blouse adorned his pretty body, tight jeans hugging his firm thighs perfectly as they always had.
When the door opens, you can suddenly hear them again, voices a bit deeper but still clearly belonging to the men you knew so well.
“I just think you guys are idiots for sending Jisung and Mark rather than TALKING TO HER YOURSELVES!” The smooth voice of Renjun bites at Chenle is mandarin, neither of whom had realized you were there.
“Come on, you know EXACTLY why we ran off! If we hadn’t told you guys, you’d bitch just the same!” Chenle speaks in a gruff tone, eyes rolling to the back of his head in irritation.
Your lips part into a smile, eyes crinkling as Jeno and Haechan mumble back and forth to one another about random things.
“I’m right here, you know.” You speak in mandarin, watching as all eyes fall on you in shock. The room was quieter now, silence eating away at you slowly.
You take this time to drink in the new appearances of the men, noting how much more mature they looked to be.
Haechan is the closest to you currently, warm brown hair gently curled and parted to show his doe eyes to you. He was dressed more casually than the others as well. A black jacket layered over a plum colored tank top, dark ripped jeans stretching over his fit legs. You silently wondered how he got those to fit around the thick flesh of his legs.
Next was Jeno, who had changed the most, muscles sculpted beautifully and hair once again its natural black hue. A fitted navy turtleneck tucked into dark dress pants showed his stomach and arms to be much tighter. His eyes hold no fear when he looks into yours, the lovely smile you knew welcoming you back warmly.
Renjun, who caught your eyes first, had seemingly decided to look like sin itself. His long black and silver hair falling over his face, giving him a sensual look. A pink crop top with long fishnet sleeves and high waisted light wash jeans showing his thin waist off without taking away from his natural assets, making him quite the view compared to what you were used to seeing him in.
The dirty blonde hair atop Chenle’s head brings a smile to your face just as much as his red plaid pants and baggy black top. The graphic lettering is confusing yet still fitting for his chaotic personality. Your eyes land on the many chains along his pants before landing on his own, a smile crossing his expression as he breaks the silence.
“Finally! Did Jisung get lost?” The pretty voice of Chenle wakes everyone up as he moves over to you, trapping you in a strong hug with a happy grin. He hadn’t changed, clearly.
“More like eye-fucking. I thought I would have to witness the full deed.” Mark speaks up, tone lacing with disgust as he smirks evilly at your now heated expression. He had always chosen to push your buttons.
“Watch it, Mark. She’s already looking at you like she might kill you.” Haechan speaks up next, walking over to hug you himself with a small chuckle. His hands make their way to your waist, sultry smirk not leaving his lips as he pulls away and gives you a spin.
“Fuck, princess. You filled out nicely, didn’t you?” The brunette speaks in a low groan, eyes fixed on every curve of your pretty body. Haechan was always the bold one of the men you’d known, never afraid to touch you or say what was on his mind.
"I guess so, baby. Do you like it?" You tease him a bit, moving your hair to the side as you smile innocently at the man. Haechan was simple. And easy to arouse.
"You're damn right, I do." He speaks back in a low growl, leaning back into the wall to keep himself from pouncing you right that second.
Your eyes trail the room once again, landing on Renjun's exposed stomach for a second. He was thinner now, curves a bit more refined. His pretty skin stretched across his body beautifully. You had always wondered what was hidden under all the baggy clothes he wore.
"Eyes up here, Princess." His gentle voice breaks your thoughts, eyes meeting his gentle glare.
"You have prettier hips than me, and you want my eyes 'up here'? How is that fair trade?" You speak in a teasing voice, watching a smirk pull across his dazzling lips. The two of you always played cat and mouse.
This was another example of it.
But there was one thing you weren't enjoying about this situation. Jaemin. He had hardly glanced at you, not saying a word since you walked into this damned room.
"So what magically made Jaehyun allow you around us again? Last I checked, we all got a call saying we were 'irresponsible, drugged up, sex crazed teenagers who can't even land a real job'." The sarcasm lacing Jeno's voice was substantial. You could hear the pain lacing the words.
"Well beings I've been single and on a bender for a week or two by now, I don't think he has much to say. And don't get me started on my lovesick puppy bullshit." The answer seemingly makes all of them feel a bit of relief, shoulders slumping to give them away. What you didn't know is how much of the anger you let slide into your seemingly nonchalant words.
“Still don't understand why you were with him in the first place. Anyone could tell you he wasn't the right man for you.” Chenle speaks in a cold tone, eyes fixed on the Forget me not necklace hanging on your decollete.
A small smile graces your features at the saltiness in the young man’s voice, watching as the man shifts in his seat.
“Stability. That’s why” Jeno speaks for you, eyes crinkling as his arm wraps around your waist. The smile was fake, his dull eyes lacking their usual luster and shine. You had grown used to his puppy dog eyes before leaving, so seeing them void of emotion stumps you beyond repair.
The room seems lighter as the conversations continue, all but Jaemin jumping in when they see fit. Jeno had let you go and sat down after a bit, being replaced by a rather handsy Jisung who had led you to take a seat atop his lap.
For a while, his hand was massaging at your shoulders, soothing you the way he had in the past. It was when those familiar slim fingers crept to your thighs that you began to pay attention to him properly.
You quickly look down, eyes focusing on the slender fingers dancing across the skin at the edge of the pretty blue fabric hugging them. You feel your skin tingle, body wriggling for comfort when he grazes your inner thigh. A tiny gasp escapes your lips in an instant, causing a low chuckle to slip from Jisung in response. Shifting, his lips brush the shell of your ear, sending an electric shock through your body. His warmth was causing you to melt into a puddle.
"Come on, let's go dance." Is all he says before stopping his wandering hands, leaving you on edge for the time being. He then moves you, taking your hand as he stands up and nods to Jeno.
"We're going to go have fun. I'll keep her safe." You hear him tell the guys, none of them fully acknowledging Jisung as he leads you out of the green room. You follow him without a care, the two of you snaking past people left and right until you reach the bar.
"Gin and tonic? Or something fruity?" You smile and point to the peach juice, deciding to let him mix whatever he wants into it.
“Of course you want something like that. It’s been a while, hasn’t it, baby?” His tone is deep, sending a strong shiver through your body. Every hair was on edge as he leaned close, mixing things blindly as he whispers in your ear. The feeling of his body leaned over you, caging you to the table is enough to make your knees shake in anticipation.
“No more nightmares. Only fantasies.” Jisung chuckles when you whimper, putting the straw to your lips with a sly grin on his face. You open your lips slightly, eyes meeting his when you take a sip of the substance and cringe.
“Fucking hell, Ji…” Laughter is the only response you get, his hands grabbing your hips as he towers over you from behind and pulls you close.
"Don't tell me you're gonna back down, Y/N. If you can't handle me, you could have said it." His words are a growl, furthering the wet patch forming against your thighs. You couldn't help the tiny moan that slips past at his next comment.
"Filthy of you to have nothing under that short ass dress, baby. Were you hoping to get fucked by one of us? Who was it, hm? Jaemin?" His hands cup your ass, pushing you against the table soon after. You shake your head, eyes closing as you try to keep your focus on anything but his clothed member pushing in between your legs just right.
"Who? Jeno? Mark wouldn't even be a guess. Haechan? Tell me who, pretty girl." The teasing clouds your mind with a delicious haze, body trembling as you clench around nothing.
"If I told you, what would you do? What if it was Renjun, Jisung?" The tone is cocky yet broken, your throat dry when he grabs your hair and whispers in your ear.
"I'd have to make you forget the little shit even exists." Your body tenses at that, a moan slipping past your lips with a needy whine as you press your ass into his crotch. The first time he curses, and it’s when his cock is pushed against you.
"You wouldn't." The words make him back away, an evil grin spreading across his face as he speaks again.
"Not now, I won't. Just wait. I’ll make you regret saying that.” His eyes scan you with lust once more before he slips away. Before you lose sight, you see his lips move in silence; and the phrase he mouths alone is enough to make you move.
Then he vanished from your line of sight and into the crowd.
With a tiny huff, you chug the last of the drink in your hand and head into the crowd. People bump into you left and right as you struggle your way through. Everyone was intoxicated in one way or another.
You push past everyone, looking around for the tall man without success. It seemed as though he wasn’t in the basement at all now.
With a sharp turn, you go back to the room with the others and see only six out of the seven men who were supposed to be here. With a tiny complaint, you plop down between Renjun and Haechan before snatching the joint from Renjun’s lips. The man lets out a small protest as you take a long drag and hold it in your chest for a moment, exhaling it into his face with a tiny wink.
The rush comes quickly, your body no longer used to the green substance as you choke a small cough.
“I take it Jisung decided to play cat and mouse?” Renjun speaks into your ear with a chuckle, watching your pout contort as you bite your lower lip.
“Yeah.” You snatch Haechan’s drink and take a sip.
“But we all know he won’t hide forever.”
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