deadpanjisung

[deadpanjisung]

Get these ai writing assistants out of my face!!!! I don't care if my writing is bad at least it is mine!!!!

[deadpanjisung]

✧ the collective muse: epilogue ✧

⟢ pairing: graphic designer!lee know x journalist!afab!reader x graphic designer!han 

part one: the collective muse (i recommend you read this first)

⟢ MDNI!!!!! (please make sure you have your age in your bio)

⟢ wc:  1.8 k 

⟢ genre: smut, a lil fluff, colleagues to friends to strangers to lovers

⟢ warnings: unconventional relationship dynamics, threesomes, breast play, fingering, oral (lmk if i missed any). 

♡ likes, comments and reblogs are so appreciated

You weren’t sure how things would turn out after you and Jisung had your encounter with Minho, when you weren’t so drunk in lust. 

The next morning, you awkwardly said goodbye to Minho in silent hope that he didn’t regret what had happened. Minho let you know that he had arrived at his house safely. But then, you had no contact until two days later; when Minho knocked on your door at 5pm with two bento boxes: one contained an order jjajangmyeon and cheesecake for Jisung and the other one had bibimbap and a brookie for you. 

“I hope you don’t mind me coming around unannounced like this.” 

Of course you didn’t.

The three of you ate in relative silence, mentally reliving what had happened the night before. You clenched your thighs at the thought of watching Minho and Jisung kiss again. Minho always had more composure, but you could make out that Jisung was hard as a rock beneath the sofa cushion on his lap. His cheeks were flushed, and he kept fumbling with the cushion’s loose threads. You, then, noticed Minho’s leg started stirring.

“We should talk about this, I guess…” Jisung started. You and Minho looked at each other, nodding. 

You talked things over after eating, agreeing upon the mutuality of your feelings for each other. But also confused at them, you were a stranger to having feelings for two people at once. It turned out that Minho and Jisung weren’t sure how to handle that phenomenon either. You agreed that it was worth a shot, because why not? You had lost so much time fearing ‘what ifs. 

✎ᝰ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅ ♬⋆.˚A year in the making… ⋆.˚♬ ‧₊˚ 𓎩⋅‧₊˚ ⋅✎ᝰ

Minho threw your gigantic mattress in the middle of the room. You smiled, looking at the unfurnished yet full room, boxes rested in every corner of it. Your new room. Deciding to move was easy enough after formalizing your relationship with Jisung and Minho. 

You walked to the kitchen.

Minho didn’t expect to move in with you so soon, still, he couldn’t bear knowing that you and Jisung could have little dates throughout the week and cuddle at night without him. And you and Jisung would beg him to stay over, anyways.

 Minho decided he had enough when one day he arrived unannounced to see you and Jisung entangled with each other on the sofa. Jisung’s hands caressed your ass as you eagerly bounced on his cock. Listening to your sweet, sultry moans and Jisung’s delicious groans were a dream come true to him. Instead, you were too engulfed with each other to notice that Minho was standing in front of you. His mouth hung open and his cock twitched beneath his pants. 

Yeah, he couldn’t miss things like this anymore. It wasn’t fair.

After that, Minho officially moved to your apartment, which wasn’t too convenient since he still had to travel most days for work. Your apartment eventually became too small for the three of you. You, Jisung and Minho decided that you needed to get a bigger apartment. But you didn’t expect was you, Minho and Jisung putting every extra dollar that you made to purchase a house —in this economy. Living with Jisung and Minho had its perks, too. The few times you did go out to dinner with Hyunjin or exhibits with Changbin or other friends, you would find Minho and Jisung curled up to each other, sometimes naked and kissing. 

And it was beautiful to you.

“Hey, Y/N!” Jisung shouted at you from the master bedroom. You walked towards the room again, unsure of what motivated Jisung to call you. You stood in the threshold and stared at Minho and Jisung who were cuddled on the bed. 

It was beautiful like this. 

“It’s time to take a break. You’ve been at it for a while now.” Minho smiled at you.

“It’s time to christen the house, you mean.” Jisung teased Minho, who pushed him off him and opened his arms as an invitation for you to join them.

You obliged, unable to resist them, despite having so much cleaning and unpacking to do. The mattress felt too soft and unstable without its frame. You had sunk into it, sandwiched between Minho and Jisung’s s equally strong holds.

“Jeez, Jisung. You get some tattoos and start going to the gym and I’m left helpless.” You remarked as you attempted to wiggle out of his stronger hold. Minho was always softer when it came to you whilst Jisung’s banter knew little to no limits. You looked at Jisung, his mouth was reddened from the friction that came from making out with Minho. 

And you couldn’t comprehend how this was real life. 

Jisung straddled you; he gave you a peck before lowering down your body, his lips kissed all over your still-clothed torso. He slid your shorts along with your underwear with a swift movement of his hands and subtle lift of your hips. Minho, on the other hand, stared at you with such loving eyes, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Like how he always looks at you and Jisung.

Jisungs plushy lips found your aroused, throbbing clit. His tongue flicked at it, making you gasp in pleasure. Minho, in return, placed his lips upon yours in a desperate kiss. 

“Take it off.” You begged, tugging at his shirt. Jisung looked up at you and you could feel his gummy smile on your core. 

Minho took off his shirt in a swift movement, you let your hands roam all over his strong yet soft torso, caressing his muscles as his lips found yours once again in a mess of spit, teeth and tongue. Your greedy hands tugged at the string of Minho’s shorts, too. He chuckled before shrugging them off. His hands found your clothed breasts, lifting your shirt to grope one. His fingers tugged on your swollen nipple, heightening your feelings of arousal. 

“Ji-… Min-, f-fuck…” you moaned at the feeling of both of them. 

Your hand slipped down Minho’s torso, taking hold of his beautiful and swollen cock. Your thumb caressed his tip, in attempts to spread his precum down his shaft. You tugged at his now-lubricated cock, setting a soft pace. Minho moaned at the feeling, tightening his hold on your breast. 

Meanwhile, Jisung slipped a finger inside your cunt. 

You moaned at the feeling of his long, slender fingers curved inside you after what seemed like an eternity. His tongue kept lapping up and down your folds, nearing you to your climax as you kept a similar pace on Minho’s throbbing cock. You lowered your hand to tug at Jisung’s hair between your legs, making him moan into your cunt. You looked down at Jisung who happened to look up at you, one of his hands grasped your thighs whilst the other jerked off his perfect cock. Minho’s lips found your neck, trailing love bites from your ear to your shoulder blade. Your senses were overstimulated, the pleasure you felt when you were with both Minho and Jisung was unmatched. 

You loved having sex with Jisung alone, and you loved having sex with Minho by yourself too. But this — feeling both of them loving you; loving them both, felt the best. You felt your climax approaching, one of your hands tightened on Minho’s cock, earning a hiss from him, while the other desperately tugged at Jisung’s hair. The quickening of his pace on your cunt announced that he, too, was close. You jerked Minho off faster, harsher, making him moan so deliciously. You could barely concentrate on your actions as the pleasure became exhilarating. 

That’s when you felt it. 

Your body clenched around Jisung’s fingers, convulsing at the feeling of his tongue on you; and Minho’s teeth, then, tugging at your nipple. 

“F-fuck!” Jisung cursed, sitting up, pulling his cock out of his sweats. He jerked himself off above your glistening cunt. It only took three strokes for him to shoot his warm, creamy cum on your cunt. 

“Shit!” Minho agreed, admiring the sight of your and Jisung’s arousals covering your body. “Y-you’re perfect.” He sat up as well, looking at you hazily as the mattress dipped when Jisung laid down next to you. You and Jisung kissed, passionately. As if you couldn’t pull away from each other. But you did. 

You opened your mouth, urging Minho to cum inside of it. 

Minho straddled you; his glorious cock faced your hungry mouth. Minho jerked himself off in front of you. You took the opportunity to fondle his heavy balls. His balls were so sensitive that having your hands on them, looking him over the edge. Minho released generous amounts of cum into your desperate tongue. He kissed you when you swallowed his cum — tasting you, Jisung and himself. 

The most beautiful taste — the taste of love. 

⋆.˚♬ ‧₊˚ 𓎩⋅‧₊˚ ⋅✎ᝰ

You, Jisung and Changbin were still running The Collective Muse, now with Minho’s help. Minho took charge of the cuisine section again whilst Changbin developed a new section centered in cinema. Changbin’s decision to move to a cinema section was a hit, bringing a whole new audience to the magazine and significantly increasing the number of readers you had. Minho kept his other magazine job, Jisung secured a gig as an illustrator, and you worked closely with Hyunjin when you weren’t running The Collective Muse’s administrative tasks. 

You still weren’t at a place in your life where you could fully dedicate your time to The Collective Muse without external income, but you were getting there. Minho and Changbin’s protagonism in their respective areas were of utmost importance for the magazine’s further development. You moved to Busan, relatively close to Hyunjin’s gallery and Minho’s job. Jisung quit his old job and found a new one at a publishing company. 

You didn’t know where life would take you. But, for now, you felt content with where you were. Being able to be with who you love, doing what you love was enough to make you feel satisfied with yourself. You still had a dream of expanding The Collective Muse, and you would work hard to do so. You were happy to have Minho and Jisung with you through it; the three of you like you were always meant to be —but you wouldn’t be opposed to adopting a few cats along the way.

Minho sat down in the middle of the room with the framing pieces of the bed and a toolbox. You decided to leave him working on that alone with a kiss on top of his head. Jisung was in one of the other rooms, assembling his desk in its usual spot, next to yours.

To know Minho was to love Jisung; to know Jisung was to love Minho. To know both Minho and Jisung was to love you.

a/n: *sigh* i love both of them so much, everyone. you have no idea. this hits different after the concert too </3

☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・

Copyright Ⓒ 2025 by deadpanjisung

All rights reserved.

☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・

[deadpanjisung]

✧ the collective muse: epilogue ✧

⟢ pairing: graphic designer!lee know x journalist!afab!reader x graphic designer!han 

part one: the collective muse (i recommend you read this first)

⟢ MDNI!!!!! (please make sure you have your age in your bio)

⟢ wc:  1.8 k 

⟢ genre: smut, a lil fluff, colleagues to friends to strangers to lovers

⟢ warnings: unconventional relationship dynamics, threesomes, breast play, fingering, oral (lmk if i missed any). 

♡ likes, comments and reblogs are so appreciated

You weren’t sure how things would turn out after you and Jisung had your encounter with Minho, when you weren’t so drunk in lust. 

The next morning, you awkwardly said goodbye to Minho in silent hope that he didn’t regret what had happened. Minho let you know that he had arrived at his house safely. But then, you had no contact until two days later; when Minho knocked on your door at 5pm with two bento boxes: one contained an order jjajangmyeon and cheesecake for Jisung and the other one had bibimbap and a brookie for you. 

“I hope you don’t mind me coming around unannounced like this.” 

Of course you didn’t.

The three of you ate in relative silence, mentally reliving what had happened the night before. You clenched your thighs at the thought of watching Minho and Jisung kiss again. Minho always had more composure, but you could make out that Jisung was hard as a rock beneath the sofa cushion on his lap. His cheeks were flushed, and he kept fumbling with the cushion’s loose threads. You, then, noticed Minho’s leg started stirring.

“We should talk about this, I guess…” Jisung started. You and Minho looked at each other, nodding. 

You talked things over after eating, agreeing upon the mutuality of your feelings for each other. But also confused at them, you were a stranger to having feelings for two people at once. It turned out that Minho and Jisung weren’t sure how to handle that phenomenon either. You agreed that it was worth a shot, because why not? You had lost so much time fearing ‘what ifs. 

✎ᝰ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅ ♬⋆.˚A year in the making… ⋆.˚♬ ‧₊˚ 𓎩⋅‧₊˚ ⋅✎ᝰ

Minho threw your gigantic mattress in the middle of the room. You smiled, looking at the unfurnished yet full room, boxes rested in every corner of it. Your new room. Deciding to move was easy enough after formalizing your relationship with Jisung and Minho. 

You walked to the kitchen.

Minho didn’t expect to move in with you so soon, still, he couldn’t bear knowing that you and Jisung could have little dates throughout the week and cuddle at night without him. And you and Jisung would beg him to stay over, anyways.

 Minho decided he had enough when one day he arrived unannounced to see you and Jisung entangled with each other on the sofa. Jisung’s hands caressed your ass as you eagerly bounced on his cock. Listening to your sweet, sultry moans and Jisung’s delicious groans were a dream come true to him. Instead, you were too engulfed with each other to notice that Minho was standing in front of you. His mouth hung open and his cock twitched beneath his pants. 

Yeah, he couldn’t miss things like this anymore. It wasn’t fair.

After that, Minho officially moved to your apartment, which wasn’t too convenient since he still had to travel most days for work. Your apartment eventually became too small for the three of you. You, Jisung and Minho decided that you needed to get a bigger apartment. But you didn’t expect was you, Minho and Jisung putting every extra dollar that you made to purchase a house —in this economy. Living with Jisung and Minho had its perks, too. The few times you did go out to dinner with Hyunjin or exhibits with Changbin or other friends, you would find Minho and Jisung curled up to each other, sometimes naked and kissing. 

And it was beautiful to you.

“Hey, Y/N!” Jisung shouted at you from the master bedroom. You walked towards the room again, unsure of what motivated Jisung to call you. You stood in the threshold and stared at Minho and Jisung who were cuddled on the bed. 

It was beautiful like this. 

“It’s time to take a break. You’ve been at it for a while now.” Minho smiled at you.

“It’s time to christen the house, you mean.” Jisung teased Minho, who pushed him off him and opened his arms as an invitation for you to join them.

You obliged, unable to resist them, despite having so much cleaning and unpacking to do. The mattress felt too soft and unstable without its frame. You had sunk into it, sandwiched between Minho and Jisung’s s equally strong holds.

“Jeez, Jisung. You get some tattoos and start going to the gym and I’m left helpless.” You remarked as you attempted to wiggle out of his stronger hold. Minho was always softer when it came to you whilst Jisung’s banter knew little to no limits. You looked at Jisung, his mouth was reddened from the friction that came from making out with Minho. 

And you couldn’t comprehend how this was real life. 

Jisung straddled you; he gave you a peck before lowering down your body, his lips kissed all over your still-clothed torso. He slid your shorts along with your underwear with a swift movement of his hands and subtle lift of your hips. Minho, on the other hand, stared at you with such loving eyes, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Like how he always looks at you and Jisung.

Jisungs plushy lips found your aroused, throbbing clit. His tongue flicked at it, making you gasp in pleasure. Minho, in return, placed his lips upon yours in a desperate kiss. 

“Take it off.” You begged, tugging at his shirt. Jisung looked up at you and you could feel his gummy smile on your core. 

Minho took off his shirt in a swift movement, you let your hands roam all over his strong yet soft torso, caressing his muscles as his lips found yours once again in a mess of spit, teeth and tongue. Your greedy hands tugged at the string of Minho’s shorts, too. He chuckled before shrugging them off. His hands found your clothed breasts, lifting your shirt to grope one. His fingers tugged on your swollen nipple, heightening your feelings of arousal. 

“Ji-… Min-, f-fuck…” you moaned at the feeling of both of them. 

Your hand slipped down Minho’s torso, taking hold of his beautiful and swollen cock. Your thumb caressed his tip, in attempts to spread his precum down his shaft. You tugged at his now-lubricated cock, setting a soft pace. Minho moaned at the feeling, tightening his hold on your breast. 

Meanwhile, Jisung slipped a finger inside your cunt. 

You moaned at the feeling of his long, slender fingers curved inside you after what seemed like an eternity. His tongue kept lapping up and down your folds, nearing you to your climax as you kept a similar pace on Minho’s throbbing cock. You lowered your hand to tug at Jisung’s hair between your legs, making him moan into your cunt. You looked down at Jisung who happened to look up at you, one of his hands grasped your thighs whilst the other jerked off his perfect cock. Minho’s lips found your neck, trailing love bites from your ear to your shoulder blade. Your senses were overstimulated, the pleasure you felt when you were with both Minho and Jisung was unmatched. 

You loved having sex with Jisung alone, and you loved having sex with Minho by yourself too. But this — feeling both of them loving you; loving them both, felt the best. You felt your climax approaching, one of your hands tightened on Minho’s cock, earning a hiss from him, while the other desperately tugged at Jisung’s hair. The quickening of his pace on your cunt announced that he, too, was close. You jerked Minho off faster, harsher, making him moan so deliciously. You could barely concentrate on your actions as the pleasure became exhilarating. 

That’s when you felt it. 

Your body clenched around Jisung’s fingers, convulsing at the feeling of his tongue on you; and Minho’s teeth, then, tugging at your nipple. 

“F-fuck!” Jisung cursed, sitting up, pulling his cock out of his sweats. He jerked himself off above your glistening cunt. It only took three strokes for him to shoot his warm, creamy cum on your cunt. 

“Shit!” Minho agreed, admiring the sight of your and Jisung’s arousals covering your body. “Y-you’re perfect.” He sat up as well, looking at you hazily as the mattress dipped when Jisung laid down next to you. You and Jisung kissed, passionately. As if you couldn’t pull away from each other. But you did. 

You opened your mouth, urging Minho to cum inside of it. 

Minho straddled you; his glorious cock faced your hungry mouth. Minho jerked himself off in front of you. You took the opportunity to fondle his heavy balls. His balls were so sensitive that having your hands on them, looking him over the edge. Minho released generous amounts of cum into your desperate tongue. He kissed you when you swallowed his cum — tasting you, Jisung and himself. 

The most beautiful taste — the taste of love. 

⋆.˚♬ ‧₊˚ 𓎩⋅‧₊˚ ⋅✎ᝰ

You, Jisung and Changbin were still running The Collective Muse, now with Minho’s help. Minho took charge of the cuisine section again whilst Changbin developed a new section centered in cinema. Changbin’s decision to move to a cinema section was a hit, bringing a whole new audience to the magazine and significantly increasing the number of readers you had. Minho kept his other magazine job, Jisung secured a gig as an illustrator, and you worked closely with Hyunjin when you weren’t running The Collective Muse’s administrative tasks. 

You still weren’t at a place in your life where you could fully dedicate your time to The Collective Muse without external income, but you were getting there. Minho and Changbin’s protagonism in their respective areas were of utmost importance for the magazine’s further development. You moved to Busan, relatively close to Hyunjin’s gallery and Minho’s job. Jisung quit his old job and found a new one at a publishing company. 

You didn’t know where life would take you. But, for now, you felt content with where you were. Being able to be with who you love, doing what you love was enough to make you feel satisfied with yourself. You still had a dream of expanding The Collective Muse, and you would work hard to do so. You were happy to have Minho and Jisung with you through it; the three of you like you were always meant to be —but you wouldn’t be opposed to adopting a few cats along the way.

Minho sat down in the middle of the room with the framing pieces of the bed and a toolbox. You decided to leave him working on that alone with a kiss on top of his head. Jisung was in one of the other rooms, assembling his desk in its usual spot, next to yours.

To know Minho was to love Jisung; to know Jisung was to love Minho. To know both Minho and Jisung was to love you.

a/n: *sigh* i love both of them so much, everyone. you have no idea. this hits different after the concert too </3

☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・

Copyright Ⓒ 2025 by deadpanjisung

All rights reserved.

☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・

[deadpanjisung]

✧ the collective muse: epilogue ✧

⟢ pairing: graphic designer!lee know x journalist!afab!reader x graphic designer!han 

part one: the collective muse (i recommend you read this first)

⟢ MDNI!!!!! (please make sure you have your age in your bio)

⟢ wc:  1.8 k 

⟢ genre: smut, a lil fluff, colleagues to friends to strangers to lovers

⟢ warnings: unconventional relationship dynamics, threesomes, breast play, fingering, oral (lmk if i missed any). 

♡ likes, comments and reblogs are so appreciated

You weren’t sure how things would turn out after you and Jisung had your encounter with Minho, when you weren’t so drunk in lust. 

The next morning, you awkwardly said goodbye to Minho in silent hope that he didn’t regret what had happened. Minho let you know that he had arrived at his house safely. But then, you had no contact until two days later; when Minho knocked on your door at 5pm with two bento boxes: one contained an order jjajangmyeon and cheesecake for Jisung and the other one had bibimbap and a brookie for you. 

“I hope you don’t mind me coming around unannounced like this.” 

Of course you didn’t.

The three of you ate in relative silence, mentally reliving what had happened the night before. You clenched your thighs at the thought of watching Minho and Jisung kiss again. Minho always had more composure, but you could make out that Jisung was hard as a rock beneath the sofa cushion on his lap. His cheeks were flushed, and he kept fumbling with the cushion’s loose threads. You, then, noticed Minho’s leg started stirring.

“We should talk about this, I guess…” Jisung started. You and Minho looked at each other, nodding. 

You talked things over after eating, agreeing upon the mutuality of your feelings for each other. But also confused at them, you were a stranger to having feelings for two people at once. It turned out that Minho and Jisung weren’t sure how to handle that phenomenon either. You agreed that it was worth a shot, because why not? You had lost so much time fearing ‘what ifs. 

✎ᝰ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅ ♬⋆.˚A year in the making… ⋆.˚♬ ‧₊˚ 𓎩⋅‧₊˚ ⋅✎ᝰ

Minho threw your gigantic mattress in the middle of the room. You smiled, looking at the unfurnished yet full room, boxes rested in every corner of it. Your new room. Deciding to move was easy enough after formalizing your relationship with Jisung and Minho. 

You walked to the kitchen.

Minho didn’t expect to move in with you so soon, still, he couldn’t bear knowing that you and Jisung could have little dates throughout the week and cuddle at night without him. And you and Jisung would beg him to stay over, anyways.

 Minho decided he had enough when one day he arrived unannounced to see you and Jisung entangled with each other on the sofa. Jisung’s hands caressed your ass as you eagerly bounced on his cock. Listening to your sweet, sultry moans and Jisung’s delicious groans were a dream come true to him. Instead, you were too engulfed with each other to notice that Minho was standing in front of you. His mouth hung open and his cock twitched beneath his pants. 

Yeah, he couldn’t miss things like this anymore. It wasn’t fair.

After that, Minho officially moved to your apartment, which wasn’t too convenient since he still had to travel most days for work. Your apartment eventually became too small for the three of you. You, Jisung and Minho decided that you needed to get a bigger apartment. But you didn’t expect was you, Minho and Jisung putting every extra dollar that you made to purchase a house —in this economy. Living with Jisung and Minho had its perks, too. The few times you did go out to dinner with Hyunjin or exhibits with Changbin or other friends, you would find Minho and Jisung curled up to each other, sometimes naked and kissing. 

And it was beautiful to you.

“Hey, Y/N!” Jisung shouted at you from the master bedroom. You walked towards the room again, unsure of what motivated Jisung to call you. You stood in the threshold and stared at Minho and Jisung who were cuddled on the bed. 

It was beautiful like this. 

“It’s time to take a break. You’ve been at it for a while now.” Minho smiled at you.

“It’s time to christen the house, you mean.” Jisung teased Minho, who pushed him off him and opened his arms as an invitation for you to join them.

You obliged, unable to resist them, despite having so much cleaning and unpacking to do. The mattress felt too soft and unstable without its frame. You had sunk into it, sandwiched between Minho and Jisung’s s equally strong holds.

“Jeez, Jisung. You get some tattoos and start going to the gym and I’m left helpless.” You remarked as you attempted to wiggle out of his stronger hold. Minho was always softer when it came to you whilst Jisung’s banter knew little to no limits. You looked at Jisung, his mouth was reddened from the friction that came from making out with Minho. 

And you couldn’t comprehend how this was real life. 

Jisung straddled you; he gave you a peck before lowering down your body, his lips kissed all over your still-clothed torso. He slid your shorts along with your underwear with a swift movement of his hands and subtle lift of your hips. Minho, on the other hand, stared at you with such loving eyes, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Like how he always looks at you and Jisung.

Jisungs plushy lips found your aroused, throbbing clit. His tongue flicked at it, making you gasp in pleasure. Minho, in return, placed his lips upon yours in a desperate kiss. 

“Take it off.” You begged, tugging at his shirt. Jisung looked up at you and you could feel his gummy smile on your core. 

Minho took off his shirt in a swift movement, you let your hands roam all over his strong yet soft torso, caressing his muscles as his lips found yours once again in a mess of spit, teeth and tongue. Your greedy hands tugged at the string of Minho’s shorts, too. He chuckled before shrugging them off. His hands found your clothed breasts, lifting your shirt to grope one. His fingers tugged on your swollen nipple, heightening your feelings of arousal. 

“Ji-… Min-, f-fuck…” you moaned at the feeling of both of them. 

Your hand slipped down Minho’s torso, taking hold of his beautiful and swollen cock. Your thumb caressed his tip, in attempts to spread his precum down his shaft. You tugged at his now-lubricated cock, setting a soft pace. Minho moaned at the feeling, tightening his hold on your breast. 

Meanwhile, Jisung slipped a finger inside your cunt. 

You moaned at the feeling of his long, slender fingers curved inside you after what seemed like an eternity. His tongue kept lapping up and down your folds, nearing you to your climax as you kept a similar pace on Minho’s throbbing cock. You lowered your hand to tug at Jisung’s hair between your legs, making him moan into your cunt. You looked down at Jisung who happened to look up at you, one of his hands grasped your thighs whilst the other jerked off his perfect cock. Minho’s lips found your neck, trailing love bites from your ear to your shoulder blade. Your senses were overstimulated, the pleasure you felt when you were with both Minho and Jisung was unmatched. 

You loved having sex with Jisung alone, and you loved having sex with Minho by yourself too. But this — feeling both of them loving you; loving them both, felt the best. You felt your climax approaching, one of your hands tightened on Minho’s cock, earning a hiss from him, while the other desperately tugged at Jisung’s hair. The quickening of his pace on your cunt announced that he, too, was close. You jerked Minho off faster, harsher, making him moan so deliciously. You could barely concentrate on your actions as the pleasure became exhilarating. 

That’s when you felt it. 

Your body clenched around Jisung’s fingers, convulsing at the feeling of his tongue on you; and Minho’s teeth, then, tugging at your nipple. 

“F-fuck!” Jisung cursed, sitting up, pulling his cock out of his sweats. He jerked himself off above your glistening cunt. It only took three strokes for him to shoot his warm, creamy cum on your cunt. 

“Shit!” Minho agreed, admiring the sight of your and Jisung’s arousals covering your body. “Y-you’re perfect.” He sat up as well, looking at you hazily as the mattress dipped when Jisung laid down next to you. You and Jisung kissed, passionately. As if you couldn’t pull away from each other. But you did. 

You opened your mouth, urging Minho to cum inside of it. 

Minho straddled you; his glorious cock faced your hungry mouth. Minho jerked himself off in front of you. You took the opportunity to fondle his heavy balls. His balls were so sensitive that having your hands on them, looking him over the edge. Minho released generous amounts of cum into your desperate tongue. He kissed you when you swallowed his cum — tasting you, Jisung and himself. 

The most beautiful taste — the taste of love. 

⋆.˚♬ ‧₊˚ 𓎩⋅‧₊˚ ⋅✎ᝰ

You, Jisung and Changbin were still running The Collective Muse, now with Minho’s help. Minho took charge of the cuisine section again whilst Changbin developed a new section centered in cinema. Changbin’s decision to move to a cinema section was a hit, bringing a whole new audience to the magazine and significantly increasing the number of readers you had. Minho kept his other magazine job, Jisung secured a gig as an illustrator, and you worked closely with Hyunjin when you weren’t running The Collective Muse’s administrative tasks. 

You still weren’t at a place in your life where you could fully dedicate your time to The Collective Muse without external income, but you were getting there. Minho and Changbin’s protagonism in their respective areas were of utmost importance for the magazine’s further development. You moved to Busan, relatively close to Hyunjin’s gallery and Minho’s job. Jisung quit his old job and found a new one at a publishing company. 

You didn’t know where life would take you. But, for now, you felt content with where you were. Being able to be with who you love, doing what you love was enough to make you feel satisfied with yourself. You still had a dream of expanding The Collective Muse, and you would work hard to do so. You were happy to have Minho and Jisung with you through it; the three of you like you were always meant to be —but you wouldn’t be opposed to adopting a few cats along the way.

Minho sat down in the middle of the room with the framing pieces of the bed and a toolbox. You decided to leave him working on that alone with a kiss on top of his head. Jisung was in one of the other rooms, assembling his desk in its usual spot, next to yours.

To know Minho was to love Jisung; to know Jisung was to love Minho. To know both Minho and Jisung was to love you.

a/n: *sigh* i love both of them so much, everyone. you have no idea. this hits different after the concert too </3

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Han in Orlando

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I LIVE ALONE ♡ LEE KNOW

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✧ the collective muse ✧

⟢ pairing: graphic designer!lee know x journalist!afab!reader x graphic designer!han

⟢ MDNI!!!!! (please make sure you have your age in your bio)

⟢ wc: 11.5k

⟢ genre: smut, angst, a lil fluff, colleagues to friends to strangers to lovers (you'll see when you read it)

⟢ warnings: unconventional relationship dynamics, talks of depression/ antidepressants, jealousy, kind of cheating-ish, mentions of pubic hair, threesome, boys kissing <3, breast play, fingering, oral, unpr0tected sex, creampies (lmk if i missed any).

⟢epilogue

♡ likes, comments and reblogs are so appreciated

Co-founding a digital magazine was not in your plans when you started studying a B.A. in Journalism. During your last semester, you were assigned to create a digital magazine for one of your core courses. The magazine was your only assignment for that particular course. The difficult part was that it would be a group project. For that, you were thankful to have met Jisung earlier. 

Despite being younger than you, Jisung was also coursing his last semester at university, majoring in Graphic Design with a minor in Journalism, hence the common courses. You had met him on your second year of studying when he started taking some of your core courses with you. It wasn’t until you were forced to work with him on another group project that you got to know him.

To know Jisung was to love Jisung. You quickly became good friends. Knowing Jisung also meant inevitably meeting Minho, another Graphic Design major getting a minor in Journalism. When assigned this particular project, Jisung recruited both you and Minho to be a part of his group. You didn’t know Minho as well as you did Jisung since Minho usually went to class and left to his apartment almost immediately while Jisung walked you to your car and occasionally invited you to eat dinner or watch a movie.

“So…” Jisung started, as you and Minho walked with him towards your car. “Any ideas for the magazine?” You nodded, Minho just stared at whoever talked.

“I think we should focus on art.”

“Like paintings art?” Minho asked. 

“Yeah, like, we can visit a few galleries and write about them. We could write a column about classic artists too.”

“I like it.” Jisung commented, grinning widely. “But, I think we should write about music too. Maybe a multi-media art magazine would be cool.”

“That could work. Do you have any ideas, Minho?”

“Ah, I kind of wanted to write about the cuisine.”

“Food is art too.” Jisung said. “So, a magazine about food, art and music? Think anyone would want to read that?” He chuckled. You mindlessly continued walking, in an attempt to spot your white Hyundai SUV.

“I’d probably read it.”

“Yeah, me too.” You added, finally identifying your car amongst the sea of similar vehicles. “So, meet up at my place tomorrow at noon to strategize?” Minho and Jisung both nodded. 

What had started as a uni assignment, became acclaimed by professors and classmates alike. You, Minho and Jisung put in the extra mile for this magazine. Your bond strengthened amongst the frequent reunions, visits to museums, galleries, restaurants, concerts, and album listening parties. Your magazine, The Collective Muse, became a popular topic around the university. Your mentor was the first person to recommend the pursuit of making the magazine a job. Writing and designing felt like second nature to all of you. You were required to present three issues but you submitted eight of them. 

“I can see that you’re passionate about it. It’s very current, very relevant. The students love it, too. You could publish a few of them, as a test run.” Your professor motivated you. 

The test run went as well as had been expected by your classmates.  Soon enough Minho and Jisung went from being your friends to being your colleagues. 

Once you graduated, you rented an office space. Initially, The Collective Muse was a side-job. You wrote the occasional article for a newspaper and worked at a call-center so you could pay the bills. Minho and Jisung worked as independent graphic designers, making more use of your office space than you did. Nonetheless, every afternoon you met at your office to brainstorm and design the new issues for The Collective Muse. 

The magazine became your sole work-flow within six months of graduating. You and Jisung had the initiative to translate the issues to other languages, and The Collective Muse became an international success in record time. 

✎ᝰ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅ ♬⋆.˚ Two years later ⋆.˚♬ ‧₊˚ 𓎩⋅‧₊˚ ⋅✎ᝰ

The magazine was still going strong. The diversity of the topics mixed with your individual sets of skills were the essence that kept the magazine relevant amongst pop culture; especially for teenagers and young adults. 

“Hey.” Minho came into your office. 

“Hi. I thought you’d be home by now. What’s up?” You asked, concerned at his worried expression. 

“I need to talk to you… and Jisung…” He started, “Can you come to my office when you’re done?”

“I’ll go now.” You said. “Are you okay, Minho?” He looked away from you. You met Jisung as he entered Minho’s office just before you. 

“So… I don’t know where to start.” Minho sighed. You and Jisung looked at each other and you could feel your hearts simultaneously sink. “I was offered a job… a full-time position… with another magazine a few months ago…They called me again today….” Minho gulped as he looked from you to Jisung for the first time since he started talking. “I’m taking the job. I’m sorry.”

“Hold on. Are they offering you more money or something?” You asked coldly. 

“I don’t care about the money, Y/N. I think I outgrew this company. That’s all. I want to write for a magazine that focuses on food and dining.” He answered. “Don’t worry. I have all you need until summer. You can find someone to replace me by then.”

“But, Min. It’s not the same without you.”

“I know. I’m sorry. You’ll do well. I know you will. Excuse me.”

Minho left you and Jisung confused that night and he never returned to the office. Maybe if you and Jisung hadn’t been so disoriented with the news, you would’ve noticed that something else was going on with Minho. After he left, he stopped answering your calls, and your texts, and your letters. You went to his apartment a few times, only to be told that he moved an hour away, back to his parent’s house.

Losing an essential part of your team was the only the first incident that led to The Collective Muse’s downfall. When summer was over, and Seo Changbin took over the cuisine section of the magazine, your readers weren’t too keen on it. Changbin was a great storyteller but they, understandably, missed the prose that Minho provided them. The Collective Muse’s subscribers reduced significantly after Minho left. You and Jisung, as the heads of the company, had to make the difficult choice to close the office and continue publishing virtually. 

Thus, Jisung became your housemate in order to save money on rent. Changbin worked from his house. And you inevitably regressed to having a second job in order to fund your lives. You considered putting an end to The Collective Muse once and for all. Yet, it felt like the only thing in your life that was worth fighting for. Your nine to five job only brought money to the table but no real sense of motivation to create, to express and to be yourself. Jisung, on the other hand, joined a graphic design company that only allowed him to make plain menus and banners for local coffee shops. Changbin worked as a car salesman during the day. Needless to say, you all needed The Collective Muse in order to keep a part of yourselves alive. So you, and Jisung and Changbin worked long nights in order to fund the magazine and its ever declining ratings.

✎ᝰ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅ ♬⋆.˚ A year later ⋆.˚♬ ‧₊˚ 𓎩⋅‧₊˚ ⋅✎ᝰ

“Okay. We’ll just go over to him and make him take back his boxes and his desk.” You reassured Jisung.

“We’ll just go over to him and make him take back his boxes and his desk.”Jisung repeated. You had been hoarding Minho’s belongings since he left and you closed the office. With both of you living together, the space that Minho’s things occupied was desperately needed. 

“If he doesn’t want them, we’ll give the desk to your brother and, I don’t know, burn his other things or something.” You affirmed. Minho and Jisung’s families lived relatively close to each other. When Jisung’s nephew was born, you decided that the road trip was necessary both to see the baby and to let go of the things Minho left to haunt you for a year.

“This is it.” Jisung pointed to a house and you parked in front of it. You sighed. It had been a whole year since you had seen Minho. The only indicator that he was alive, were the articles that he wrote for his new job and the occasional social media post promoting them. Jisung looked even more nervous than you did. He was sweating profusely.

“Hey, Ji.” You put your hand on his cheek. “We’ve got this. It’s just Minho. We can handle Minho.” He grabbed your hand and squeezed it. 

Your relationship with Jisung was… complicated. You weren’t just colleagues or friends but you weren’t quite anything else either. You were aware that Minho had feelings for Jisung; he didn’t have to tell you. You also knew that Jisung had feelings for you. You and Jisung hadn’t crossed the ambiguous and imaginary friendship line because you respected Minho too much. You wanted Minho to feel comfortable with you despite the feelings that were involved. You thought it would work out. You and Jisung grieved together; you and Jisung found comfort in each other, too. Living together facilitated the process, and it made being just friends quite more complicated. 

You found yourself next to Jisung, in front of Minho’s door. Jisung rang the doorbell, you didn’t fail to notice how his hands had a slight tremble as he did. The door opened to reveal a sleepy-looking Minho. His hair was disheveled, he had dark circles under his eyes, he was wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt. And, despite that, he still looked as mesmerizing as ever. His eyes widened upon seeing you, shifting from you to Jisung.

“Hey.” You greeted as casually as possible. Seeing Minho again, to you, felt like seeing an ex-boyfriend. You were so angry at him, yet you wanted nothing more than to wrap your arms around him and ask him to get back together. 

“Hey, Min. We’re sorry to pop up randomly. You weren’t answering our calls. So we couldn’t really let you know that we were coming by.” Jisung chuckled nervously.

“Uh. Okay. Come in.” Minho replied as he made his way inside. “Close the door or the babies will run away, okay?” You nodded as you stepped inside, closing the door after yourself. 

“So, um, it’s good to see you. We’ll be quick. Your desk and some boxes are in the van and we were just wondering if you still wanted them?” You asked, trying to concentrate on Minho rather than on searching for one of the cats. 

“Oh, you could’ve just kept it in the office or something. I have a desk here already…” Minho answered. “Want some water?” You shook your head. Jisung nodded. 

“That’s the thing though. When you left, we kinda… closed down the office. So your desk’s just been living in the workspace at our apartment…” Jisung added.

“Oh… I’m sorry to hear that. Are you still publishing or…?” Minho asked, his expression was genuine, still you couldn’t help but felt pissed off at him. He didn’t even check if you were still running. What a friend…

“Yeah. It’s been hard to, though. People really miss your columns…” You replied. 

“I bet that’s not it…”

“It’s part of it…” Jisung countered. 

“You two are finally living together?” Minho was quick to change the subject. 

“We couldn’t really afford rent ourselves either. We compromised by me moving to her apartment.” Jisung cleared up. 

“Yeah, it’s only until we have some financial stability.” You said.

“Oh. That must be nice.”

“It is!” Jisung confirmed. “It’s been pretty healing, to live with your best friend, collaborating with other people too. It hasn’t been all bad….”

“Ji…” You interrupted. “We kind of have to get going.” You directed your attention to Minho, who was playing with the strings of his sweats. “Are you sure you don’t need your desk?” Minho shook his head. 

“No. If you know anyone that needs it, feel free to gift it forward.” Minho answered, you and Jisung nodded as you stood up. “Jisung-ah, Y/N-ah… Seeing you has been nice… I really meant to call you back. I’ll give you the home phone number, okay?” Jisung nodded, with no intentions of actually using it for anything. Minho handed him a piece of paper with the number written on it.

“Nice to see you too, Min. Good luck.” Jisung said whilst putting on his shoes. 

“I’m sorry about what happened…” Minho apologized with a sigh. 

“That’s water under the bridge.” 

“See you. Take care. Get some rest, okay?” You said.

“Thanks… Good luck. Stay healthy.” Minho bowed as you and Jisung exited his house. He stood in the doorway for a few seconds, staring at you and Jisung. His heart dropped when you kept walking without even glancing back at him. 

Jisung sighed as he entered the van. His eyes met yours and he leaned into you and pressed his lips on yours. The kiss took you by surprise. It, of course, wasn’t the first time that he kissed you. But, kisses with Jisung were intimate; you never kissed in public. His lips were familiar, they were chapped despite him doing his best efforts to moisturize them.

“Sorry.” He chuckled nervously as he pulled away from you. “Seeing Minho was too much like seeing an ex. I kinda needed the reassurance that I still have you.” You chuckled at him.

“Loser.” You grinned. “I get it, though. The vibe was so… weird. It really felt like seeing an ex after a hard breakup.” Jisung grabbed a hold of your hand. You started the van again and drove past Minho’s house, failing to notice that Minho was still standing outside, looking over at you. 

“It was nerve-wrecking for me.” Jisung added. “Minho looks tired. More tired than he looked when he was writing for The Muse. I hope he’s not working himself to the bone.”  You nodded.

“Then again, I bet we look just as exhausted to him as he does to us now.” You noted. 

You looked at Jisung next to you. He was beautiful, of course he was, big round eyes to match his round cheeks, his gummy smile, you never missed the way he cocked his eyebrows or the way they furrowed when he was anxious or frustrated. You had his face memorized, etched in your soul. It was so easy to fall in love with him. He had dark circles under his eyes too, his bright blue hair was a faded baby blue now and he had a stubble from not shaving. Jisung examined you too; you had dark circles under your eyes, your natural hair color had begun to show in your roots, you didn’t wear too much makeup anymore (he loved your bare face just as much), you had removed your piercings… you were everything to him, but you did look tired.

“We’ve been overworking ourselves, huh?” He pointed out. “It’s easy to recognize on another person, not so much on yourself.” You nodded, keeping your eyes on the road; the sun had already set. 

Mrs. Han welcomed you with open arms every time you went to visit them. She invited you inside but you denied, guilt-ridden. You didn’t want his family to get the impression that you were a couple, you didn’t want to get their hopes up.

“Oh, don’t drive home this late, Y/N. Please stay here.” Mrs. Han said as she packed you a bowl of rice.

“Don’t worry. If I leave now, I’ll be home soon. Thank you so much for the offer, though.” You replied, taking the bento she served you. Jisung accompanied you outside. 

“Are you sure that you don’t want to stay?” He asked. You shook your head. 

“I’m good. I was sick last week, remember? I need to have work done by tomorrow afternoon.” You answered, it was an excuse and he knew it, yet he didn’t fight you on it. 

“Give me a call when you get home, okay?” Jisung added, giving you a peck on your lips. “I love you. Drive safely.”

“I love you too, Ji. Have fun tomorrow.” You blushed and gave him another kiss. 

“Thanks. Bye, Y/N!” He waved you off. 

The drive was only about an hour and a half long. You had left Minho’s desk at Jisung’s parents’ house and took the forgotten boxes with you back. About ten minutes into the drive, your phone rang. Minho. A name you hadn’t seen in your phone in a long while. You debated answering him, but you did.

“Minho? What’s up?”

“Hey, Y/N. Sorry to bother you. I called Jisung but he didn’t answer… I wanted to ask about the boxes you said I left…”

“Oh, sorry about that. I forgot to give them to you. I’m on my way home. Can I drop them off at yours?” You asked.

“Yeah. That’ll be perfect, actually.”

“I’ll be there in, like, five minutes.”

“Okay. Bye.” 

You hung up.

You cursed at your forgetfulness. Seeing Minho once was tough, seeing him twice and being alone would be harder. You tried not to bad mouth him in front of Jisung, but you couldn’t help to resent him. Minho took a part of your dream when he left. A part that you would never get back. You felt angry and betrayed and disappointed. When everything spiraled, you cried and cursed at Minho when you were alone. You knew it wasn’t fair to blame him. Still, it’s difficult to go from relative success to barely eating to be able to sustain yourself and your passion. 

When you pulled up at Minho’s, he was already outside. He smoked a cigarette and put it out as soon as he saw your car. You saw his figure walking up to you; a familiar sight, just like when you used to pick him and Jisung up to work on your magazine a few summers ago. His hair was cut shorter now, he put on a bit of weight too, which didn’t surprise you. But, when did he start smoking?

“Hey. Sorry again.” Minho apologized. “It’s really humid outside tonight. You’re alone?” You nodded. “Do you want to come in?”

“Ah, I shouldn’t stay long. It’s late already.” You answered. 

“That’s the thing. I kind of ordered a lot of food and my parents are traveling so…” Minho said and looked at you expectantly, “I was wondering if you wanted some.” You stared at him blankly, this wasn’t like Minho. Minho was direct and blunt, he didn’t make mistakes. He was always so detail-oriented. “Please.” A year had passed and you still couldn’t resist his charm.

“Fine.” You answered as you turned the car off. You walked alongside Minho, the faint smell of cigarettes plaguing your nostrils. “Since when do you smoke? Weren’t you all about health?”

“Ah, you caught that? I don’t do it often, only when I’m really anxious.” He replied, looking at you. “I know the smell makes you nauseous, I shouldn’t have done it.” 

“It’s okay.” 

“You still like bibimbap, right?” He asked you whilst taking off his shoes. 

“Yeah, it’s still my favorite.” You answered as you took off yours. “Are the babies here?” He nodded. 

“It’s been a while since you haven’t seen them. Dori has put on a lot of weight. He’s healthy though.”

“Ah! You know I love when kitties have a big primordial pouch!”  You noted when you saw Dori at the top of the stairs. “He looks so adorable.” Minho chuckled at your reaction. You walked up the stairs and sat next to Dori. He took his time sniffing you but still cuddled into you. Unbeknownst to you, Minho was fondly staring at the interaction from behind the kitchen threshold. 

“Sorry to break this up but bibimbap isn’t quite as good when it’s cold.” Minho said, and walked back to the kitchen. You gave Dori a last pet and walked to the kitchen. 

The colorful bibimbap that was served illuminated the original dullness of the kitchen. Minho’s kitchen was beige but still Minho-esque, adorned with cat towels and little kitten salt and pepper shakers. You sat down next to Minho and started eating. It felt weird to be back at Minho’s house after your college days. It felt even stranger to eat bibimbap with your ex-colleague, who had been ghosting you for a year, at 9pm in his childhood home. Soonie stepped into the room, followed by Doongie and jumped up on the table. Minho stood up and took out a cat food can from the fridge and served their plates next to the table. 

“Sorry about that. They get feisty when they’re hungry. Eomma has them on a tight feeding schedule but I’m a bit more lenient.” He commented. “Do you want a beer?” You shook your head.

“As tempting as it sound, I’m driving so water is fine, thanks.” You replied. Minho placed the glass of water next to you.

“I guess we’ll have to see each other again over some beers, then.” 

“Ah, I’m not much of a drinker these days.” You clarified. “I’m on mood stabilizers and alcohol kind of reverses their effects.”

“Oh, I didn’t know.”

“It’s okay. You couldn’t have known. A lot of things have changed since you left.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’ve been beating myself up for that all this time. I didn’t answer you because I was embarrassed…”

“Min. It’s fine. What’s done is done. We’re working with what we have and that’s enough for now.” You cut him off. His eyes were glossy. You had never seen Minho cry before. “It’s okay, Min, really. I understand your decision. At first, I was frustrated but I understand why you did it and that it doesn’t mean that you hate us or that we did anything to make you feel weird or out of place….right?”

Minho looked at you and bit the inside of his cheek. Something Minho tended to do when he was embarrassed or about to lie. 

“Oh, shit. What did we do?” You asked.

“Well, um…It wasn’t necessarily something that you did… but, my feelings getting in the way… a-and you and Jisung…” He replied, staring at the carpet under the table, avoiding your eyes at all cost.

“Min… I’m sorry…”

“No. It’s not your fault.” He affirmed. “I couldn’t separate my personal feelings for Jisung from my professional life. And then I saw… forget it…”

“You saw what?” You questioned and he looked up at you and sighed.

“At our New Year’s Eve Party last year… Jisung walked you out, and then I decided that I wanted to see you out too… and I saw you… kissing…”

“Fuck. Min, I’m so so so sorry about that.” You pleaded. “I didn’t mean to get in the middle of you two. I held back, that was the first time and last time that we kissed until we moved in together….”

“Y/N, it’s not your fault. Jisung obviously has feelings for you and I can see that you like him too. You two are my best friends. A part of me thinks it’s wonderful that you love each other in that way. But, it wasn’t so easy to see it.”

“It’s complicated.” You said. “I didn’t want anything to happen with Jisung because I didn’t want to hurt you, but also because it makes working together harder. I wanted to avoid a situation where someone left The Muse…”

“Y/N, I-I’m so sorry about that. Could you please not tell Jisung?” You nodded.

“We both have things to be sorry for, I guess. I know that Jisung’s sorry too.” You added. ��For what it's worth, we’re not together together.” He took a sip of his beer and you finished the rest of your meal in silence. A little awkwardly at first, but it became a comfortable silence. 

“Thanks for the meal.” You broke the silence. “I should really get going. I hate driving when it’s super dark out.”

“You can stay here, if you want.” Minho offered as he took your plate. He walked over to the sink and washed the dishes.

“I have some things to do at home tonight.” You replied after you answered a text from Jisung. “Thanks for offering, though.” You grabbed your purse and stood behind Minho as he dried his hands.

“Are you sure?” He asked, scanning your face for any indicator. You nodded. Minho walked with you to his front door. You laced up your shoes while Minho curiously stared at you. “I missed you.” That took you by surprise, making you halt your movements.

“Me too.” You smiled at him. 

He stepped closer to you and wrapped his arms around you. Minho’s embrace was unusual, he hadn’t hugged you much in the past. He nuzzled his head into your shoulder and sniffled, you then understood what the hug really meant. You wrapped your arms around him. You stayed silent, your eyes betraying you as they watered against Minho’s shoulder. In that moment, you forgot all of the anger and frustration you had felt towards him. Once he pulled away, you cupped his cheek. His eyes were teary, his lashes were wet, his nose was a pink color from his sniffling. 

“I love you, Min. I hope you know that what happened during the last year doesn’t change that…” You said. He smiled at you. 

“Thank you, Y/N.” 

You pondered about what had just happened during the rest of your drive. Seeing Minho almost a year after he left was gut-wrenching and knowing that you had a part on him leaving was even worse. You couldn’t help but wonder what would’ve happened if you and Jisung hadn’t kissed or if Minho hadn’t seen you two. Would you still be working together? Or were you always meant to part ways? 

You texted Jisung to let him know that you arrived to your apartment. The night was silent where you lived. When Jisung was there with you, the apartment felt small yet when you’re alone it appeared so empty. You cried yourself to sleep that night and you dreamt of a world where you hadn’t made stupid mistakes.

You didn’t regret kissing Jisung per say, but you did regret hurting Minho, especially when you had been so careful to not act upon your lingering feelings for Jisung or for Minho. Before you knew that Minho had feelings for Jisung or that Jisung had feelings for you, you were drawn to Minho. Deep down you knew that that was probably the main reason why you resented him for leaving. Though, you were also aware that Minho was the reason that you couldn’t make your relationship with Jisung official. A part of you felt that you were betraying him for being with Jisung already. 

A call from Jisung woke you up the next day.

“Good morning.” His voice rang.

“Hi, Ji. What’s up?” You asked, followed by a yawn.

“Nothing, I think I’m heading home soon. You got there late, are you okay?”

“Weren’t you staying for a while?” You asked. “I’m fine, I just dropped Minho’s things off at his.”

“I have a lot of stuff to do for work. I saw my nephew earlier anyways. I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“See you. Bye.”

After hanging up, you were surprised to see a text message notification from Minho that read: ‘Thank you for last night again. I’m going to be in the city this week. Do you want to have dinner with me?’  . You stared at the message, pondering what to respond. Did he ask Jisung the same thing? Would it be just us two? You replied: ‘sure, just let me know when’.

You ate greek yogurt with honey and strawberries, a minimal effort breakfast that kept you full enough until you finished writing the column that you were writing for the magazine. You had visited a charming intimate art exhibit in Seoul from a local artist last weekend. You offered to write a piece on it and the artist was very receptive, asking for your number and for you to promise to text him when the new issue was available. It took you a while to get into your writing zone, scanning the pictures of the exhibit once again for some inspiration. You barely even noticed when Jisung arrived, only his bad habit of slamming the door shut giving it away. 

“Hey.” He popped his head in from your room’s doorway. “My mom made us lunch before I left. Take a break.” You nodded in defeat as you had been stuck on the closing paragraph for a while. You followed Jisung to the kitchen, sitting on your somewhat designated seat as Jisung served the food.

“You look peppy, sleep well?” You asked. He handed you your plate. 

“Kind of. It’s a bit refreshing being home but I kinda missed being here.” He chuckled. “So, you went back to Minho’s?” You nodded.

“Yeah. He asked if I could bring his boxes back.” You answered. “He fed me bibimbap too.” Jisung’s eyes widened at that. 

“For real?” He asked with a mouthful of rice.

“Yeah. Weird, right?” You answered. “It was nice, though. I felt his humanity again.”

“Did he tell you why he left?”

“Kind of…” You replied, avoiding eye contact with him.

“Aish. I know that look. What did we do?”

“Nothing. I just think it’s a conversation that you and Minho should have alone. I don’t want to be Hermes for you two.” You replied and kept eating.

“Are you really doing this to me?” He pleaded.

“I am, sorry.” He rolled his eyes and resumed eating. “Are you pissed at me?”

“No. You’re right. It is a conversation that should happen between me and Minho.” He answered calmly. He stood up and placed his place and glass cup in the sink. “I have to do a few things for tomorrow and I might as well start now. We can go out for dinner.” You looked at him. “Or we could stay in and order food, watch a movie or something?”

“I’d like that a lot.” You replied. He smiled widely. 

After you finished eating, you resumed attempting to redact the conclusion to your article. You checked your phone, Minho had answered and you had a new text message from the artist of the exhibit. ‘Hi, Y/N. I’m looking forward to reading your article. Would you like to talk it over dinner this week?’  You contemplated not answering him either for no fault of his own. Ultimately, you did reply that you’d love to have dinner with him. A half-lie. He was a sweet and interesting guy so in any other life you would love to have dinner with him; but, in this life, you had become a kind of hermit. You worked from home and rarely left the apartment if you didn’t absolutely have to. Jisung worked from home on occasions too so you weren’t exactly always alone. You grew to love the quiet coziness of your home. For a while, it was the only non-turbulent aspect of your life. 

Truth be told, you had your own desk and workspace but you still preferred to work on your bed. After an hour, Jisung entered your room and sat next to you with his computer on his lap. This was the other reason why you didn’t usually work in your office. Jisung was clingy and distracting and so were you. You realized you couldn’t work next to each other. Occasionally Jisung would sit on the bed next to you, but only if he was nearly done with his project. 

“Soooo, Whatcha writing?” He asked, leaning on your shoulder to take a peek at your computer. 

“My piece for the art exhibit I attended last week, remember?” You said, he still leaned into you. “I just finished writing it. Do you want to read it over?” Jisung nodded and took your computer from your hands, pushing his own to the side of the bed. You got up and walked away, it still made you uncomfortable when people read your work. You washed the dishes while Jisung read your article, then you swept the floor.

“Y/N!” Jisung exclaimed from the other room. “You’re here? Weird. There were a few grammatical errors but I edited them. It was great, as always. I wish I could’ve gone with you now…” You chuckled.

“The artist asked to read my article before the magazine came out. Do you think it’s ready to send?” You asked. 

“Send away.” He replied as he grabbed a snack from the refrigerator. “So, can we watch One Piece now that you’re done?” 

“Sure. Can we order pizza or something unhealthy?” 

“Of course!”

Artist: Hwang Hyunjin Exhibit: Timeless “His pieces spoke to me in a tantalizing melody. Piece by piece and then, all at once. An exhibit worth a lifetime. A captivating tune of brushstrokes and oils. Mr. Hwang expresses himself like music, like a dance, he conveys emotion like a pirouette. The movement in his paintings is compelling. It calls to you, and you listen. A visual definition of timelessness.”

“Minho? What are you doing here?” You asked as you opened the door, expecting to see Hyunjin instead. 

“Oh. I told you that I was coming around this week.” He replied. “You look nice, are you ready for dinner?”

“Ah, Min. I told you to let me know. I have plans today.” You said, gesturing for Minho to come in. He slipped off his shoes and entered your apartment.

“You have plans? My bad. Is Jisung here, then?” He asked. You rolled your eyes but nodded. You knew that during the last few days Minho and Jisung had been communicating but the casualness of Minho arriving at your door made you feel weird. Nostalgic even.

“Ji!” You called out to him and he immediately entered the living room with a scowl on his face. 

“Do you have to go to dinner with him?” Jisung asked, ignoring Minho’s presence. “Oh, hey.”

“Is it a date?” Minho inquired looking from you to Jisung. 

“It’s not a date. I’m going to dinner with an artist whose exhibit I reviewed.” You answered.

“You don’t go to dinner with other artists, though.” Jisung pointed out. You crossed your arms and rolled your eyes. You heard someone clearing his throat behind you and looked back to see the familiar blonde buzzcut sported by Hyunjin. He was handsome, there was no denying it. He stood so elegantly, even if he wasn’t dressed in his finest clothes.

“Oh! Hi, Hyunjin!” You greeted as you walked over to him. He smiled at you. “This is my roommate, Jisung and our co-, uh, friend, Minho.” You signaled to each of them as you introduced them.

“Nice to meet you.” Minho said and shook Hyunjin’s hand. Jisung hesitantly followed. 

“You too.” Hyunjin added. “Shall we go? The reservation’s in 20.”  You nodded.

“Have fun, boys!” You said whilst grabbing your coat and purse. “I’ll see you two later.” You stepped out of the apartment, followed by Hyunjin as he closed the door after himself. 

Jisung and Minho stepped closer to the door and faintly heard Hyunjin say something along the lines of “Y/N, you look great, by the way”. Jisung scoffed when he heard that. He plopped down on the couch, Minho sat down beside him. Jisung turned on his PS5 and continued his latest loaded game of Spider-Man: Miles Morales. 

“You want to have a go?” He asked in realization of his rude welcoming. Minho nodded and Jisung handed him his controller. Jisung sighed. “I just don’t get why she’s going to dinner with him. Like, is he really that interesting? You know, handsome people are usually very superficial, right? Excluding you, of course.” Minho blushed at his comment, but Jisung didn’t take notice, being too focused on watching Minho play. 

“Do you think he’s interested in her?”

“Um…” Minho looked at Jisung, who was looking at Minho expectantly. It was a bit strange to him that you were having dinner with one of the artists too. “She’s Y/N, so probably. But, that doesn’t mean that she’s interested in him, right?”

“Yeah. He’s not really her type, I think. But…” Jisung whined. “What if he is? I read the way she talked about him in her article.”

“Dude, calm down.” 

“I can’t!” Jisung complained. “What if it is a date?”

“I don’t think she would’ve agreed to a date with him when she knows that you’re here. Trust her a little.”

“I trust Y/N with my heart.” Jisung asserted. “It’s the artist that I don’t trust, Hyunjin or whatever his stupid name is…” They stared at the gameplay whilst Jisung gave Minho some tips. 

“Can I read the article?” Minho suddenly asked.

“Duh. Let me pull it up.” Jisung searched for the article on his phone and handed it to Minho.

Jisung scanned Minho’s expression as he read the article. Minho furrowed his brows, he didn’t understand  if you were being biased throughout the article because you really liked the pieces or because Jisung was right and you and Hyunjin were flirting. He felt strange while reading your praises towards Hyunjin and his art, he missed when you complimented him. Those feelings confused him even more, why did he feel this particular way? It’s just you. His friend. His everlasting crush’s situationship, right? 

“So, what did you think? Absurd, right? Not the writing itself, but the way she expressed her admiration for him isn’t normal.” Jisung complained, Minho gave him his phone back.

“She usually doesn’t give out this flattery to just anyone.” Minho pointed out. “So, in that sense, it is strange. But, I don’t think she’d write such a piece if she were, uh, romantically interested in him.” Jisung rolled his eyes. 

“Hyung!” He whined. “She said I was her roommate. Just her roommate.”

“And what are you to her, then…?”

“Uh… Well… we have been, you know, intimate… a few times.” He answered while looking down.

“I know, I saw you kissing.” Minho snickered. “But you aren’t her partner, right?”

“Shit, I’m not… She’s totally going to fall in love him, Minho. I’m going to die.”

“Jisung, chill, please. She won’t. She respects you enough to, at least, talk to you first. I know that.” Minho remarked, his heart sinking as he said that, confused at his own feelings. “Plus, you are not going to die if Y/N gets a boyfriend that’s not you.”

“Agh! I hate this.” Jisung protested. “Do you want to play It Takes Two?” Minho nodded. Jisung handed him a purple controller that Minho knew was yours. 

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Meanwhile, you were having a great dinner at a nice, Italian restaurant with Hyunjin. Hyunjin was a perfect mix of intriguing, funny and charming. He listened to your stories intently and always had a thoughtful response. 

“I felt really honored when I read the article, by the way.” Hyunjin remarked. “You can ask my assistant, I blushed non-stop for, like, an hour.”

“Ah, it was nothing that you didn’t deserve. Your exhibit meant a lot to me.” You replied, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. 

“Thank you, Y/N. I don’t usually go out… I’m really busy with work. But, I felt that we had a connection when we met. I think you understand me.” 

“I really enjoyed our conversation that day too.” You agreed. “I’d love to review other collections of yours if you have other exhibits.” Hyunjin blushed at that and smiled in a way that his eyes crinkled.

“I wanted to talk to you about that, actually.” He started, “It’s still relatively early but I’m planning on opening a gallery soon… and I’d love to start a magazine like yours but just about art. I don’t have a huge budget yet but I’d love to have you on my team…” You stayed silent, taking in what he had just expressed to you.

“Sorry if it was too much… I just… ah, I feel like a creep… I kind of stalked your other articles and I really liked your style.” He added. “I know you’re really busy right now. But, I also know that you’d bring so much knowledge to the team. I just had to take a chance..” You chuckled.

“Hyunjin, you’re flattering me too much.” You said. “I’d love to write some pieces for your magazine when the time comes. You don’t have to be so anxious.” He gave a sigh of relief. 

“Ah, Y/N. I practiced telling you like a million times.” He recounted. “My heart is beating so fast and my palms are crazy sweaty.”

“Please, I think you’d be helping me more than I’d be helping you.” You remarked. 

“Are you kidding? You’re amazing. I’m enamored by your columns. I wish I could write like you do.”

“I mean, I have a whole degree on journalism so it’s not really talent, just something that I developed through the years…” You joked, he giggled.

“I’m so happy you said yes. Once I have everything confirmed, I’ll send you a contract. I hope to have a bit more budget by then.”

“It’s okay, Hyunjin. I’m always happy to help out a friend.” You reassured. “It’s my pleasure, always.”

He smiled at you, genuinely. You enjoyed Hyunjin’s company, he had made a hell of an impression inside and outside of a professional environment. Your ultimate goal was to revive The Collective Muse, but it didn’t hurt to get extra income and work on something that you truly love and, consequently, enjoy. Plus, you had a mind full of ideas that would work best in an art-centered magazine instead of a multi-media one. 

Hyunjin insisted on paying for dinner and wine, which you drank a lot of after the work-related conversation. He walked you to your front door with promises of another dinner soon to talk about the gallery and the magazine. Hyunjin hugged you goodbye, his warmth felt nice against your tipsiness. You waved goodbye as you entered the apartment, locking the front door behind you. 

You encountered Minho and Jisung pausing their game to stare blankly at you. Their expressions were judgy, like they were examining you. You noticed that there were several empty glasses of beer and soju bottles on the table in front of the sofa. Minho and Jisung giggled when they saw you, you rolled your eyes but smiled at the two drunk dorks in front of you.

“It seems like you had a lot of fun, huh?” You asked, while leaning down to unbuckle the straps of your heels. 

“Yeah! You could’ve been here.” Jisung said in between laughs. Minho leaned into him and laughed some more.

“I have to go.” Minho said, almost seriously if it weren’t for his sheepish smile.

“There’s no way that you’re leaving in this state…” You said, “you’re staying here tonight..”

“My mom’s waiting up.” Minho said, giggling. You sat in-between them on the spacious sofa.

“Text her that you’re staying here, then.”

“Yeah, Minho. Do it.” Jisung agreed. “It’s been ages since you’ve slept over.” Your own tipsiness made you giggle at that. “You can borrow my clothes too.”

“Okay!” Minho said without hesitation. After that, you knew for a fact that Minho was drunk. You weren’t strangers to sleeping in the same place, having to do it on multiple occasions for business trips, but otherwise, Minho would always deny to stay at anyone’s house. 

“Sooooo, how was your date with Yonjun?” Jisung asked with a scoff. 

“It's Hyunjin; and, for the last time, it wasn’t a date. We’re just getting to know each other in a professional manner…”

“What? Like you and Jisung?” Minho snarked. Jisung laughed and high-fived Minho.

“No! He wants me to write for a magazine that he’s planning to debut soon.” You replied. Jisung’s expression changed.

“What? Are you going to leave me alone like Minho hyung did?” He slurred his words.

“Hey! I left you alone because you kissed Y/N!” Minho argued. “Wait, that sounds wrong. You and Y/N kissed. I saw you…” He made a silly face when he said the last part so you knew he wasn’t actually angry at that moment. Minho and Jisung, in their drunk state, were wondering why Minho phrased it like that.

“Okay, I’m cutting you guys off before you actually start fighting.” You said. You reached to Minho and grabbed the beer from his hands. 

“Hey, hyung. What if we go for a drive now? Can we go get food?” Jisung giggled, Minho nodded enthusiastically.

“God, please, don’t.” You said. “Take a shower. You both reek of alcohol.” You looked over at Minho.

“Fine.”  They said in unison.

You sat on the sofa and texted Hyunjin your gratitude for the dinner. You waited for them to finish showering because you were concerned that they could really go for a drive in this state. Minho was the first to join you, he was wearing Jisung’s clothes, which were a little too tight on him. His muscles bulged through the shirt and sweats that he was wearing. You almost blushed when he sat next to you, putting an arm around you and cuddling close to you. Jisung joined you not long after, you were used to seeing Jisung like this; he wore a matching plaid pajama set, he switched his contacts for glasses.

You made sure take all of the car keys to the bathroom when you showered. The hot water almost made you sober up. You exited the bathroom, wearing a light purple sleeping shirt and silk matching shorts. You became conscious of the fact that you no longer owned more conservative pajamas. 

“Okay, guys. You can go to Jisung’s room.” You said. They stared back at you, and you placed your hands on your hips. “What now?” 

“Can we sleep in your room?” Jisung asked. You sighed and rolled your eyes. You had a huge bed and you took pride in it; Jisung, on the other hand, had a single twin-sized bed. To his defense, Jisung slept on your bed during most nights.

“Do you absolutely have to?” You asked, they nodded in unison. “Fine, but no snoring or you’re out.” You turned your heel and walked towards your room.

The room was messy, but you couldn’t bother to clean it up before they invaded your space. Still, it made you more comfortable knowing that they couldn’t get up and do anything their drunk hearts desired without waking you up. You ultimately agreed for the latter reason. 

Minho entered the room first, he had never been inside your room before. It looked like you: messy, artistic but cozy. The walls were painted a dark magenta color, that was almost nauseating to Minho’s minimalistic preferences. Your walls were covered in framed k-pop posters and other framed art pieces and prints that you had collected throughout the years.

You had plushies all over your room: on your vanity, on your night stand, on the bed, even on the floor. Next to the door, he noticed a half-full bookshelf, he briefly stared at it to see both art and literature books (as well as some of your old university textbooks). The room had a very characteristic scent, it smelled of lavender and the musty scent of your old books. He smiled at upon analyzing the room, it was so you. 

You stared at Minho, who had spent a few minutes just scanning your room. Weird behavior, but not entirely unexpected from a drunk person. Jisung walked in a few minutes later like he owned the place, contrasting Minho’s own reaction upon entering the room. Jisung felt more at home in your room than he did in his, while Minho felt like he was invading your temple. Jisung basked in the familiar smell, he greeted your favorite plushie and helped you remove the rest of them from the bed.

He turned on your TV without asking and put on your (collective) favorite show that you had rewatched together for the nth time. None of you actually intended to watch the show, but Jisung knew that you couldn’t fall asleep in complete silence; not even the sounds of the nightlife outside would get you to slumber. He turned off the lights, only leaving a small Pochacco nightlight on in the corner of the room, aside from the television.

“Okay, what about the sleeping arrangements?” You asked. Jisung was already laying down on the left side of the bed.

“You sleep in the middle!” Jisung replied and he patted the spot next to him.

“Are you okay with that?” You asked Minho, he nodded and yawned in response. 

You laid down next to Jisung, his familiar warmth and scent engulfing your senses. Minho took a while but eventually laid down next to you, the dip he made on the bed was foreign to you, his warmth was unknown. You laid on your side facing Jisung instead of Minho, Jisung was facing you too.

On the other hand, Minho faced the wall, his deep breaths suggested that he had already fallen asleep. Jisung took that as an opportunity to press his lips on your. You, who had your eyes closed, were taken aback from that because Jisung was always discrete when he kissed you, never doing it directly in front of anyone. He pressed his lips against yours a bit harder. You parted your lips and he slipped his tongue in your mouth. You kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. His kisses were always messy, his lips chapped, his tongue tasted minty against yours. Jisung pulled away from the kiss and smiled sheepishly. 

“Y/N… Please.” He groaned as he pressed his hips to your stomach, making you feel his growing bulge. You looked back at Minho, it seemed that he was unsuspectingly asleep and you felt guilty to have even considered being intimate with Jisung next to him.

“Minho’s asleep, Ji.” You whispered. “We can do it in the morning when he leaves…”

“I need you, Y/N. I don’t care if Minho’s here… Hell, he can join in if he wants to.” Jisung raised his voice a little, only to be shushed by you. He answered you by kissing your neck. “Seeing you with Hyunjin made me, ugh, so frustrated. You looked so good tonight. It almost makes me mad that he didn’t even try to make a move on you.” Jisung talked in between sucking hickeys into your neck. “But, you’re ours, ri- You’re mine, right?” You nodded, letting the feeling of Jisung’s lips against your sweet spots take over you. 

“Ji, we have to stop, okay?” You moaned into his ear, “it’s not fair to Minho. I’m yours, I’ll be here in the morning. I’ll call in sick, we can have sex all day, okay?” Jisung scoffed but eventually nodded, separating from your neck with a pop. He placed a kiss upon your lips.

“Deal.” He said and smiled dreamily, his eyes were heavy with lust and sleep. “I love you. I love you so much, you know that, right? I’d do anything for you.”

“I know, baby. I love you too. I love you.” You replied and pressed a kiss on his lips. “Goodnight.” He already had his eyes closed, you smiled at him. Jisung always looked so angelic when he slept, his lips were slightly parted, his long lashes fell upon his cheeks. He was always so sleepy when he drank, it made your heart warm. 

Unbeknownst to you and Jisung, Minho was wide awake; his heart was beating at a mile a minute. He felt his sweats tighten the second he heard the sound of you and Jisung making out. He felt his cock leaking pre cum as soon as he heard your moans, begging Jisung to stop before it escalated.

His heart nearly leaped out of his chest when Jisung said that he could join if he wanted. He so desperately wanted to. Minho swore that he could’ve cum untouched if you kept going at it with how much his cock was throbbing. He wanted to call out to you both, he wanted to join but he couldn’t get himself to make a sound. He tried his best to fall asleep, but how could he? Was this even real life? His mind was hazy with the remaining alcohol in his system, he could’ve swore that he was dreaming. Eventually he did drift off to sleep. 

Your eyes shot open in the middle of the night. You had a bad habit of sleeping with your phone and were able to check the time: 3:28 am. You were still facing Jisung who had turned to face away from you but you could faintly hear his light snores. In your sleepy haze, you didn’t even notice that there was an arm draped against your stomach. Even worse, once you noticed that, you also noticed something poking your backside and Minho’s breath against the back of your neck. Goosebumps appeared all over your body and you quickly tried to escape Minho’s iron grip on you. Since you couldn’t, you shifted to face Minho. And, what a mistake that was. 

Minho’s beauty was just ethereal and everlasting. His lips were parted, revealing a bit of his two front teeth, his lashes were long and curled against his prominent cheekbones, his hair was disheveled, covering part of his eyes. You couldn’t believe that Minho was a real, natural human being and not a creation of artificial intelligence. You stared at his lips, rosy pink with a prominent cupid’s bow, tempted to taste them. A feeling that you had hidden deep down inside of you when your godforsaken or god-given love triangle started to unravel. 

You quickly remembered Jisung’s earlier words: Hell, he can join in if he wants. You closed your eyes at an ill attempt to fall asleep. Did Jisung want Minho too? You knew that Minho had a crush on Jisung, but did he even find you attractive? Did Jisung know something you didn’t? Was he aware that once upon a time you had feelings for Minho? Was Minho even sexually attracted to women? All of these questions raced through your mind, stopping as you felt a warm hand on your cheek. Your eyes shot open once again and looked directly at Minho. Your heart was beating rapidly, your skin again adorned with goosebumps. Minho caressed your cheek. He leaned closer to you, looking at your lips and into your eyes for approval. 

“Min…” You whispered, none of you closed the distance.

“Am I wrong for wanting to kiss you?” He asked in a hushed voice, you felt his breath against your mouth.

“You like Jisung… not me. It’s him that you want to kiss…”

“I want to you too. I've wanted you since we met..." He paused, “let me taste him off you.” He said and that was all it took for you to press your lips against him. The feeling of his lips on yours was very… new. He felt different, like when you buy a new perfume after having used the same one for many years. His lips weren’t all that chapped, he tasted like as if he applied lip balm recently. He was smooth against you- so uncannily smooth. From the moment that you kissed him, you knew that this would be a vice too difficult to overcome. And, of course, you didn’t really want to overcome it either. You had thought about kissing Minho many times since you met him. When you learned that he had feelings for Jisung, you tried to repress your attraction for Minho. 

Minho licked your bottom lip, making you part them in response. You slipped your tongue inside his mouth, something he didn’t expect. You, kissing him with such fervor, the way he knew that you kissed Jisung earlier. Minho couldn’t taste Jisung, not when he was too busy tasting you. Deep inside, he prayed that Jisung would kiss him when he woke up, he prayed that your relationship didn’t get damaged because of this. Especially after Jisung’s jealousy with Hyunjin. Why was he any different? Minho pulled away to look at you. 

You looked divine to him, like one of the work of arts you were so obsessed with. Beautiful and raw and real. He moved so he could lay on top of you, you parted your legs to grant him some space. He pressed his lips onto yours once again but soon started peppering your neck with kisses as well, tracing over the darkened bruises Jisung left earlier. He stopped when he reached your sleep shirt and looked at you for permission. You raised your arms, Minho pulled your shirt up. 

Once the shirt was off, you felt the cool breeze of the room on your skin; your nipples pebbled at the new feeling. Minho stared at you in awe. He continued kissing down your chest until he reached your breasts; he, then, took one of your nipples into his mouth, making you squirm in the process. Minho moaned when he heard you, he ground his hips into your thighs, too close but too far from where you needed him the most.

He continued to suck and pull at your nipple, occasionally looking towards Jisung to make sure that he was still asleep. You wouldn’t tell Minho, but you knew that Jisung had woken up because he stopped snoring. If Jisung didn’t complain, then it was okay to keep going. Minho’s hands roamed from your breasts to your waist to your hips and back. His small, dainty hands had such a strong hold on you. Minho suddenly stopped and sat up to look at Jisung for a moment.

“Min…” You moaned.

“Don’t stop on my account.” Jisung interrupted while turning to face you with a shit-eating grin. “It’s seriously hot as fuck.”

“Ji…” You moaned as Minho pressed his knee onto your core. 

“You’re enjoying yourself, baby?” Jisung asked, you desperately nodded. Minho smirked and kissed down your stomach. “Yeah, hyung. You better please my girl or you won’t get her again.” Minho moaned against your stomach at that. You reached to grab Jisung’s arm but he pulled away from you. Minho stopped to see his next move. “I think I’d prefer watching for now.” 

He continued kissing down your tummy until he reached the waistline of your sleeping shorts. He looked at you for approval and then at Jisung. You both nodded. Minho lowered your shorts and underwear alongside, revealing your wet pussy to both him and Jisung. Minho stared once again in awe, your folds were soaked, matting the hair on your pussy. 

“A bush? How cute.” Minho remarked as he gathered some of your slick on his fingers. You moaned at the foreign feeling of his fingers on your pussy. He slipped one finger in and started to drag it inside and out of you. 

“Add one more. And curl it. She likes that.” Jisung commented. You snapped your head towards him to see him sitting at the end of the bed with his long, pretty cock in his hand, in all his glory. Minho followed Jisung’s suggestion, you moaned at the feeling of another finger inside of you. Minho took that opportunity to rub your clit, making you see stars. His hands were soft —softer than Jisung’s calloused ones from playing guitar and working out— they were smaller too, almost gentle inside of you. Your vision shifted from Minho to Jisung and you could barely register your nearing orgasm until Minho removed his fingers. 

“I would’ve added another finger but I don’t think your tight little pussy could fit it.” He said as he brought a finger into his mouth, moaning at the taste of your fluids. “I’d rather have you cum on my tongue, if I’m being honest.”

“Oh yeah, she tastes so good, hyung. You’re going to love her.” Jisung said and he sped up his strokes. Minho lowered his head down to meet your core. He gave your clit a few experimental licks, making your squirm beneath him. You suppressed your moans but a whimper came out of you instead. Jisung moved from the end of the bed to your side. He cradled your face with his free hand. 

“Ji… can I?” You asked, he shook his head.

“Focus on hyung now.” He answered. “You can have me later, baby.” He held your hand, lowering his face to kiss it. Minho sucked your clit and then, swirled his tongue around it. You knew Minho liked to eat and if he tasted his meals like he tasted you, you prayed to be his meal everyday. He ate you out as if he were starving. He occasionally groaned against your cunt, making your whole body jerk. Your orgasm creeped up to you. You almost saw heaven when it washed over you. Your body convulsed against Minho and Jisung held you down as Minho ate you out through your orgasm. Jisung stopped jerking off, or he would cum from that glorious sight.

When Minho sat up, Jisung slid over to him, pressing his lips upon Minho’s. Jisung moaned at the unfamiliar familiarity of your taste against Minho’s unknown mouth. Minho opened his mouth so Jisung could slip his tongue inside of his. Minho’s longest awaited kiss was everything he dreamed of. He still tasted you, your sweetness mixed with Jisung’s was worth a starved man’s last meal. 

Minho knew that there was no going back from this. That he was equally in love with with you and Jisung and he begged the Universe to let you both be in love with him too. To get you to forgive him for being a coward instead of staying with you both. Minho’s eyes watered. No other feeling in this world would compare to what he was feeling now. 

He was sobered up on alcohol but oh, so drunk in love, lust and, hopefully, not limerence. Jisung was the one who pulled away from Minho. Both of their faces were flushed and messy with saliva. They looked over at you; you were staring at them, hazy with lust, rubbing your clit. They looked at each other, in silent agreement, Minho lowered his pants to reveal his member. His size was impressive by all means, more in girth than in length; whereas Jisung’s was longer rather than thicker. Both of their cocks were adorned with unruly pubic hair. You almost let out a moan when Minho pumped his cock. 

Minho looked at you and at Jisung, once again asking for permission; Jisung nodded, and you did too. He shifted himself to his knees and places his tip against your entrance. A tight fit. He rubbed his tip through your folds and coated it with the remains of your release. He experimentally pressed his cock against your entrance. You moaned at the size of his tip entering you. He lightly thrusted his tip in and out of you. Fitting him was a stretch but pleasure is best when it’s mixed with pain, in your honest opinion. 

“Min… you can keep going. I can take it.” You pleaded. Jisung took his place, once again, next to you. Minho nodded and sunk his cock inside of you, inch by inch. Your body felt ablaze, you had to hold on to Jisung as Minho bottomed inside of you. 

“Fuck! This feeling… I’ve never felt something like this.” He whimpered, leaning down to kiss you, but keeping his hips still. You felt Jisung’s free hand caress your hair. You clenched at the feeling of both Minho and Jisung in such close proximity to you. Minho had his eyes shut, furrowed brows making him look more unbelievably beautiful. You looked up to see Jisung smiling at you ever so dearly. You lifted yourself up, pressing your chest against Minho’s; Jisung slipped behind you. Your head fell upon his chest and you felt this naked member against your back, slick and wet. Jisung ground his hips against your back as Minho started thrusting inside of you. 

“You feel so good inside me, Min.” Your voice was breathy, his lips ghosted against yours. What a beautiful place to be, in between the two people you love the most in this lifetime. He smiled against your lips when he heard you. He kept thrusting at a slow pace, he wanted to take his time with you; because he wasn’t sure if things would play out in his favor tomorrow, when all is said and done. He thrusted a bit harder, reaching the deepest crevices of your sex. You involuntarily clenched against him, cursing.

“Baby, if you keep doing that I’ll cum. I want to pleasure you. I want you to love it. I want you to love me.” He said in between pants, whispering the last part in a way that you couldn’t tell if it actually happened. You clenched around him again, his broken, whiny voice taking the feeling to another level. You could feel Jisung’s pre-cum stain your back as he rutted against it, keeping up with Minho’s pace.

“Min… faster, please. I want you to come so badly, my love, please.” You whimpered. Minho obliged without a second thought. He quickened his pace, thrusting hard and fast, his cock shifting inside and outside of you. The friction of being inside you was almost unbearable to him. His face was gorgeous, even when erratic. You moaned his name. That was his last straw. His orgasm, much like yours, took him by surprise, not being able to pull out of you. He spilled ropes of his cum into you. He gave you everything he had: mind, body and soul. Minho swore that this had been the longest orgasm of his life, taking a few minutes to compose himself.

“I love you.” He confessed followed by a kiss to your lips in such an earnest manner. With that kiss, he wanted you to know that he was yours. Irrevocably so. Jisung placed a kiss on your head, to let you know that everything was okay. You were flushed and panted against Minho’s mouth. You kissed him back. Minho had never said he loved you before, not as a friend or anything else. You knew that he did love you, but hearing it from him meant a lot to you. Minho mustered up the strength to pull out of you, hissing at the feeling. He took a second to gawk at your spent cunt, looking so delicious drenched in white. 

“Nuh-uh. I can see what you’re thinking. It’s my turn now.” Jisung snarked, lightly pushing Minho to the side. “Is this okay, baby?” He rubbed the tip of  his cock on your already soaked folds. You nodded. Then, he pressed into you. Minho’s cum felt hot inside of you and Jisung’s throbbing cock felt familiar, even with the unfamiliar feeling of someone else’s cum inside of you. Having Jisung’s cock inside of you elevated the feeling. Jisung started thrusting in and out of you, with every thrust a bit of Minho’s cum trickled down your ass. Minho sat back and enjoyed the moment, the two loves of his life making love. His now-clothed cock slightly swelling up at the sight. 

“Baby, I’ve been waiting so long to cum… I’m not going to last. I’ll make it up to you.” Jisung moaned against your chest as he sucked hickeys into your breasts. 

“Ji, I want to make you feel good. You’ve made me feel so good…” You moaned as Jisung sped up his thrusts. You were sure that you couldn’t cum again, but that didn’t matter. Jisung’s hips stilled not long after, his own ropes of cum joining Minho’s in the depths of your sex. Jisung panted into you, dropping his head on your shoulder. He kissed it before kissing your lips.

“I love you so much, Y/N.” He said. He looked over at Minho, who had the most enamored expression that you have ever seen. “I love you too, Minho.” He leaned into Minho and pressed a kiss into his lips. 

“I love you both.” You added. “Thank you for this.” Jisung pulled out of you swiftly and you hissed at the feeling. He and Minho stared at your cunt, it was so full.

You felt so full. Full of them, full of experience, full of love. Without the need to contemplate if limerence was in place or not. You now knew, that it was love coating your insides. You felt love when you looked at the two people next to you and you knew they felt it too, when they looked at each other and when they looked at you. 

Jisung disappeared into the hall, coming back with some wipes and water. After they cleaned you up, Minho and Jisung cuddled to each of your sides. Minho’s previous iron grip on you softened and Jisung peppered your shoulder with kisses as he whispered sweet-nothings to you as you drifted off to sleep.

What a beautiful place to be, in between the two people you love most in the world. What a beautiful feeling it is, to be loved by them in return.

To be continued...

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[deadpanjisung]

we shall, then.

the collective muse will be out tomorrow @ noon b4 my flight departs!! i’m seeing skz in less than a week btwss

thanks 4 the love <3

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so...

should i post a graphic designers!minsung x journalist!reader 11.5k wc fic to celebrate the fact that they cuddle whilst sleeping (confirmed)? on pride month .ᐟ.ᐟ

this is my masterlist, btw .ᐟ

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[deadpanjisung]

[deadpanjisung]

so...

should i post a graphic designers!minsung x journalist!reader 11.5k wc fic to celebrate the fact that they cuddle whilst sleeping (confirmed)? on pride month .ᐟ.ᐟ

this is my masterlist, btw .ᐟ

-˚₊‧꒰ა ginny ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

[deadpanjisung]

who

fucking allowed

this man

to look… this good?

holyfuckingshit.

06.05.25 3racha live on ig

[deadpanjisung]

i’m honestly obsessed and so turned on by this, you have no idea. watching this live has been catastrophic for me

[deadpanjisung]

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[deadpanjisung]

dominATE Los Angeles D1 (cr.)

[deadpanjisung]

happy pride month my angels <3

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❦for life❦ | in life pt. 2

part one: ❦ in life ❦ pairing: lee know x afab!reader; i.n x afab!reader, suggestive i.n x lee know MDNI!!!!!  genre: angst, smut, fluff wc: 5.9k cw: use of y/n, swearing, mentions of sadness, anxiety, mental health issues, unconventional relationship dynamics smut cw: threesome, breast play, masturbation (female & male), unprotected sex, missionary sex, prone bone, teasing, multiple cre4mpies, breeding kink if you squint (sorry if i missed any) feedback is encouraged ◡̈ i hope you enjoy♡ -˚₊‧꒰ა ginny ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・ Copyright Ⓒ 2025 by deadpanjisung All rights reserved. ☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・

“Y/N-nnie?” Jeongin sought your attention. You had been lounging on your living room couch, watching Jeongin play a game on his console. 

You had been splitting your time between Minho and Jeongin almost evenly since the incident. The incident that made you see relationships with a whole new perspective. When it came to relationships, you were anything but conventional; still, it was out of your ‘norm’ to be romantically involved with two people, let alone, two members of the same group. Your boyfriend, now using his title, and one of his closest friends. 

You knew that Minho was the love of your life; you had no doubt about that. That was precisely why you were so conflicted when you started feeling differently around —and towards Jeongin. The conversation with Minho had been postponed until Jeongin felt comfortable enough to have it. So, you usually spent time with them separately, with Minho’s previous consent; because your relationship with Minho was already established, unlike you and Jeongin. 

The rest of the members weren’t aware of your current arrangement— at least not to your knowledge. You opted to keep it private until things cleared up amongst the three of you. You and Hyunjin had agreed that you wouldn’t have sex again; still, your relationship was never amorous, just sex and friendship. In order to hang out with Jeongin in the privacy of your apartment or their dorm, you had to create an elaborate scheme. 

“Yes, Innie?” You asked, snapping out of your thoughts. 

“We’re leaving for two months in less than a week.” He reminded you. You rolled your eyes. 

“Why would you say that?” You whined, kicking your legs on the couch. “I’m depressed enough already.”

“No. I’m just saying… maybe we should have the talk.” He clarified. “Minho hyung and I will be alone at some point, and I think we’ll feel compelled to talk about it anyways.  I’d rather have you here too.” You nodded.

“Want me to call him up?” You asked, Jeongin shook his head.

“No, this is my day.” He said, wrapping his arm around you, making you lean back into his chest.

“Well, too bad. I’m here now.” Minho announced as he barged in the door. “I got bored and then, I thought hey, I have a whole girlfriend in her apartment hanging out with this random boy. I should go over there. So, I came here.” He sat on the other side of your couch and leaned into you so he could kiss your lips.

“How long have you been spying on us?” You questioned him. “I don’t think I like this new habit of yours.”

“Long enough.” He said, a slight blush creeping into his ears. “I missed you. I didn’t miss you, though.” He looked at Jeongin during the latter statement. 

“This was supposed to be my day, hyung.” Jeongin snapped at him. “You can hang out with Y/N any day, no questions asked.” Jeongin pouted. 

“Look, Jeonginnie. I love you and I love Y/N. But she’s also kind of my girlfriend and I want to be with her before we leave.” Minho deadpanned. “So, yeah, you’re stuck with me today. I do think we should have the conversation, by the way.” He winked at Jeongin. 

“So, can I order some bulgogi pizza or something?” You asked. 

“I’m on a diet.” Minho and Jeongin said simultaneously. You rolled your eyes.

“I get it, but c’mon, we’re going to have a, possibly, traumatizing conversation. We need the comfort food.” You negotiated. 

“Fine.” Jeongin caved in. You looked at Minho and he nodded, rolling his eyes but took out his phone and left the room to order the food. Minho returned a few minutes later.

“The pizza will be here in twenty minutes.” Minho announced and he sat back down next to you, placing your legs on top of his lap. “So, you want to do this now… or?”

“Sure, let’s get it over with.” You replied. 

“I want to be with you.” You broke the ice, looking at Minho. “With you too.” You turned to Jeongin. “But I also want you two to be able to be in the same room with me and not crash out.”

“You’re my girlfriend, though.” Minho grinned, proudly. Jeongin glared at him.

“This is exactly what I mean. Thanks, Min.” You pointed out, Minho’s smug smile faded. “I like both of you, that’s pretty evident. I don’t need you two to be in love or anything, but I do want to hang out with of you at the same time. Instead of feeling like a child of an ugly divorce with joint custody.” 

“Noona, don’t call yourself a child of divorce, please.” Jeongin said, visibly bothered at the thought of him and Minho being your parents in this scenario.

“Why don’t we try it out, Jeonginnie?” Minho inquired, staring straight at Jeongin in a defiance.

“I’m not giving you that satisfaction, hyung.” Jeongin said with a grin on his face. “We’re doing this peacefully, like noona wants.”

“Thanks, Innie.” 

“Kiss ass.” Minho muttered under his breath.

“Min, c’mon.” You interrupted. “I do think we could try it out, though.” You looked at Jeongin, who was fiddling with his ring. “If you feel comfortable with it, of course.” His eyes bore into yours. 

“Anything for you, Y/N-nnie.” Jeongin said. “I’m willing to try it out.”

“Anything for Y/N?” Minho asked.

“Anything.” Jeongin reassured, looking at Minho in the same defiance that Minho assumed.

“Would you kiss me if Y/N-nnie wanted?” Minho tested the waters.

“I know Y/N-nnie wouldn’t make me do anything that I don’t want to do.” Jeongin argued.

“Good boy.” Minho added. “Would you watch me and Y/N-nnie?” Jeongin blushed furiously at the mention of watching you and Minho again. You looked over at him and took his hand.

“Min, stop teas-“

“Yeah, I would.” Jeongin interrupted. “Would you watch me and Y/N-nnie?”

“Gladly.” Minho replied without hesitation. “I’d even join you, if you want.” Jeongin scoffed at Minho’s flirting.

“You wouldn’t.” Jeongin argued.

“Want to bet?” Minho asked, leaning over you, closer to Jeongin.

“Min…” You warned as you pushed his chest back into his place.

“What? You don’t want him to know that you want us both at the same time?” Minho asked you. Jeongin’s eyes widened, and he tightened his grip on your hand. You sighed.

“Minho, please.” 

“You’re being dishonest with him, Y/N.” Minho riled you up. 

“Is that true, Y/N?” Jeongin asked, in a hushed voice. You sighed again.

“Only if you want to.” You said, glaring at Minho who sat there smirking. 

“I’d be open to trying things out.” Jeongin said. Minho scoffed but his eyes betrayed him in his surprise. You didn’t expect that reaction either, especially coming from Jeongin. “Yeah, why not? Once won’t hurt.” He smirked at Minho.

“Great!” Minho said, as he clapped his hands. “After it happens, if it happens. We can actually  work things out, then.” He stood up, leaving you and Jeongin lounging in the couch. 

You didn’t give out an immediate reaction to that statement, still angry at Minho for his insistence. Jeongin didn’t react either, but you could feel his heart beating faster as you laid across his chest. Minho didn’t leave, neither did Jeongin. You both ate in silence when the pizza arrived, watched a few episodes of the current anime you were watching and went to sleep. Minho took your guest bedroom, respecting your and Jeongin’s day, only because you couldn’t all comfortably fit in your bed. You and Jeongin were too tense to do anything; you just cuddled, basking in each other’s warmth. 

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Minho and Jeongin spent their last week in Korea rehearsing and attempting to keep up with their ever-so-busy schedules. You engulfed yourself in your work, late night recording sessions helped you cope with the inevitable separation. Minho and Jeongin slept in your apartment that last night. They kept their distance from each other, yet they stayed attached to you. That night, they peppered you with kisses and reassuring words as you softly sobbed against your satin pillow. 

They left early in the morning; you kissed both of them goodbye. You weren’t a stranger to being apart from Minho, powering through the never-ending tours and other schedules. Despite that, you felt more anxious when they left; your heart beat fast, you couldn’t stop crying. It’s only two months. 

Insecure thoughts plagued your mind, out of your control. You returned to being the person that you once were. The person that turned down the love of her life because she didn’t think she was worthy of love. You distanced yourself from them without noticing. You spent your days and nights in your shabby recording studio, working on a million projects at a time —none of them were worthy of a concept. You either barely slept or slept through days at a time. 

A month passed and you’d gotten used to this new pace. You promised both Jeongin and Minho that you were keeping up with your self-care; when in reality, you did everything but. Your fingers mindlessly tapped to the rhythm of Gaon’s guitar, Gunil sat next to you and offered his expert opinion. 

You were surprised to receive an email from J.Y.P himself, granting you three vacation days for next week. You started frantically typing an email to let him know that you hadn’t asked for time off. A call from Minho cut you off, you answered him.

“Hi jagi. We were going to surprise you, but I guess pd-nim kind of spoiled it for us, huh?” His voice rang from the phone. “I know you’ve seen Stray Kids a bunch of times already, but we missed you so much. We asked pd-nim if you could come to one of our shows.”

“And he agreed?” You asked.

“I expected a thanks, Min. I miss you too and I’m so happy we get to see each other.” 

“Thanks, Min. I miss you too and I’m so happy we get to see each other again.” You echoed. “You just caught me by surprise, that’s all. I really appreciate the gesture.”

“I know you, Y/N, more than you think. Even J.Y.P said you were working yourself too hard.” He added. “You leave next Thursday night, the concert’s on Friday and we can spend Saturday and Sunday having sex. It’s a win-win.” Minho teased, you chuckled.

“I missed that…you.” You said. “Who’s going to take care of Meadow, though?”

“Who do you think I am?” Minho scoffed. “I already spoke with Jihyo.” You chuckled.

“I am impressed with your planning skills.” You said, shifting your attention towards Gunil and Gaon, who were impatiently waiting for you. “Thank you, a lot, Min. I think I really need this. But I’m recording Gaon now, I should go. Love you.”

“I love you too, jagi. Don’t overwork yourself.” Minho said before you hung up. 

You checked your phone once more to see a message from a petty Jeongin who wanted to share the news with you before Minho did, and your plane tickets. 

You felt guilty for your half-assed songs, seeking assistance from other producers and lyricists as well. Knowing that you were seeing Minho and Jeongin sooner than expected made your head feel clearer. It motivated you to focus on the details instead of mass-producing your labor. You, with assistance, were able to save some tracks and pitch an idea for a concept. Nonetheless, you were disappointed at how codependent you had become to Minho and Jeongin’s presence, even with their tight schedule. 

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The trip to Japan was relatively pleasant, mostly because it was already familiar to you. You enjoyed visiting the quiet streets of Kurashiki with Minho when you had time off. Or the loud Tokyo nightlife, in rarer occasions. The taxi dropped you off at your hotel and you met with one of Minho’s security guards, in order to get the key to your room. 

The hotel room was cozy, familiar; like you had already been there before. The soft beige and brown interior were everything you needed at the moment. The king-sized bed was more than comfortable to your exhausted body. It made you feel peace. The same kind of peace of mind you had been longing for nearly two months. 

You were startled by your phone ringing next to you, discarded inside your purse. Jeongin.

“Hey, Innie.” You answered casually.

“Hi baby. How was your flight?” He asked.

“Baby and everything?” You teased. Jeongin was so silent that you could nearly see him blushing on the other side. 

“Yes, baby. I can’t wait to see you.” He reaffirmed. “I’ve missed you like crazy.” 

“I’ve missed you more than I’d like to admit…” You said. “I need one of your stiff and apprehensive cuddle sessions asap.” Jeongin chuckled.

“I’d like nothing more than to hug and kiss you right now.” He added. Suddenly, some commotion was audible from Jeongin’s side. “Ah. It seems that I’ve been discovered. I’ll see you later.”

“Bye, love.” 

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Your heart felt warm whilst listening to Jeongin’s voice, his laugh; despite talking to him on the daily, it had been a while since you heard him laugh. You felt a sudden heat in between your legs. You’d be more than happy to just cuddle with them at night. But getting off hasn’t been the same without them either. 

You shook your sinful thoughts away for the time being and focused on self-care. Minho and Jeongin had left you a basket full of skincare and assortments of body-creams, bath bombs and exfoliants as they knew that you loved to unwind like that. You ran yourself a bath, with no rush whatsoever. You wanted to enjoy the moment and give yourself time to feel the warm water, to smell the rosemary-mint bath bomb, to appreciate the unfamiliar silence… 

Until it was time for the concert. You dressed as comfortably as you could, ready to scream your heart out for your favorite group in the world, composed of two of your favorite people in the entire universe. One of the boys’ designated chauffeurs picked you up at your hotel and drove you to the packed venue. You received a text from Minho, as you pulled up to the venue.

Min: I want to hear you scream tonight. love you. 

Y/N: I promise you will. ilysm. 

And you kept your promise. You screamed until your lungs almost gave out, you sang every song, and you even shed a tear or two. Seeing them perform made it all worth it, you knew all of the sacrifices that they made were necessary to achieve their dreams. You also knew that you loved them too much to get in between of their dreams… You needed to learn to manage your feelings of loneliness by yourself.  

You quietly left the venue, escorted by the same chauffeur, who made sure that you arrived at the hotel as soon as you could. But you knew that they were already there, and they’d been waiting for you as longingly as you were waiting for them.

You stepped into the busy hotel and went straight to the elevator, paying no attention to your surroundings. Your fingers trembled as they pushed the button to the floor you were staying in. Then, your hands trembled as they opened the door to your shared room.

Minho and Jeongin were sitting on the bed with bath robes on, their heads turned away from the television to look at you. Your eyes welled up with tears, joyful and sorrowful ones alike. You sprinted as fast as your feet took you and straddled both Minho and Jeongin in a joint hug.

“My baby…” Minho whispered as he stroked your hair, tightening the hug; making you sink deeper into their chests. “I felt the difference in the crowd, y’know?” You looked up to him. “I think Jeonginnie agrees. I felt you there with us.” You looked over at Jeongin who was holding back tears of his own.

“I swear that I could even hear you at one point.” Jeongin agreed, leaning down to kiss your lips so gently that you barely even felt his lips if it wasn’t for the electricity between you. 

“I did scream for you once when everyone was quiet.” You admitted, a slight blush creeping onto your face. “Maybe you did hear that.” Jeongin chuckled.

“How are you, baby?” He asked, Minho nodded. 

“I’m fine, it’s whatever. How are you two?” You asked. “You guys must be exhausted!”

“Are you kidding me? Just seeing you makes me more energetic than ever.” Jeongin countered. 

“It has been tiring.” Minho differed, “but we do intend to spend the best weekend with you.” 

“I would hope so! I did come all this way to see you two.” You teased them. “I missed you more than I’d like to admit.”

“It hasn’t been easy for me either…” Minho empathized. “And this stupid kid spends most of his day watching and rewatching your stories on instagram.” Jeongin blushed furiously. 

“N-No, uh, h-hyung, what the hell?” Jeongin stuttered. “You’re no better! You just sulk around me because nobody understands you better!”

“Ah, I see you’re getting along well, then.” You chuckled. 

“I think we’ve made progress.” Minho agreed. Jeongin scoffed in response. 

“How did you even manage to both be here, by the way?” You asked. 

“Well… we’ve kind of been roommates for the whole tour…” Jeongin admitted. “You know, so it wasn’t that weird when you came over.”

“So, you planned this a while ago, huh?”

“I think we were both sure that you’d come visit us at some moment.” Minho added. “The others were a bit confused, though. But who cares?” He wrapped an arm around your waist and kissed you. “I don’t give a fuck if anyone knows about us, as long as I can do this whenever I want.” You kissed him back, passionately, more so than you intended. Jeongin cleared his throat. You looked over at him and extended your arm to him, he cuddled closer to your side.

“Jealous?” Minho teased Jeongin, as he tightened his grip on your waist. Jeongin kissed your neck, softly and subtly; making you shiver at his lips against you. “Ah! Jeonginnie, don’t you know? Your hyung gets the first round.” Jeongin deadpanned.

“As if!” He scoffed. “I’ve been waiting for this as long as you have.” You stared at them blankly, wanting to see how they compromised with each other. Still, you were ready to intervene if they got too heated. 

“Do you think I care about that?” Minho teased with a smirk on his face. Flirting. Minho was actually, genuinely flirting with Jeongin. “You know what? Let’s leave this to Y/N, then.” They turned to you again, gaining your visibility once more. “Who do you want first?”

The question caught you off-guard. You hadn’t expected to be asked that; and, in all honesty, you had never even given a thought to who would go first or second or last. 

“You don’t have to answer that.” Jeongin interrupted your thoughts. “It’s unfair that you’re always putting her on the spot.” 

“She’s the one who decided that I wasn’t enough for her. She’s so greedy that she needs to be fucking the whole group, right?” Minho said, Jeongin looked visibly bothered by his comment. It dwelled on you that he had never seen or heard your and Minho’s more intimate dynamic. Your hand found Jeongin’s and squeezed it.

“It’s okay.” You whispered to Jeongin. “I like it like this —the three of us— if that makes me greedy, so what?” He looked taken aback, his nose scrunched as his eyes scanned your expression; you smirked in response. You could almost see the gears turning in his head, leading him to smirk at you and then, at Minho in return. 

“I think she’s okay with the two of us for now.” Jeongin said, looking at you for approval. You hummed in amusement. 

“I think so, too, Innie.” 

“The two of us at the same time?” Minho suggested, challenging Jeongin.

“Yeah.”

“Good,” Minho agreed, “let’s show Y/N who she really belongs to.” Minho’s eyes never diverted from yours, not even to entertain Jeongin’s. “Y/N without threesomes with Hyunjin or cuddles that last too long with Felix…”

“Or flirting with Jisung hyung..” Jeongin added, visibly growing more comfortable with the situation in front of him. “Or late nights at the studio with Changbin hyung…”

“I think I get it.” You interrupted, growing frustrated at their banter. “I don’t mean any of that. I like you —both of you.” 

“I don’t think liking us cuts it anymore.” Minho said, “I think you should love us.” 

Heat creeped onto your cheeks at Minho’s mention of love. You weren’t a stranger to telling Minho that you loved him. You had never told Jeongin that you loved him, even if you were sure that you did, even if you tried to show him without saying it. You loved him as a friend and you were growing to love him as a partner as well, but you weren’t quite sure if it was too early. 

You looked at Jeongin’s own blushing profile, he gulped at your expression and squeezed your waist in reassurance. Minho snickered. 

“You two are too cute.” Minho gushed. “Puppy love is adorable.” Jeongin rolled his eyes at Minho. 

“Is this going to take all weekend?” You asked, sardonically. 

“Impatient, huh?”

“Well, if Minho hyung isn’t done with his thing…I’ll go first.” Jeongin spoke up. You were surprised at his volunteering; but you also knew that Minho was just riling you both up. He wanted to see who snapped first; not him, of course. Minho could do this all night. 

Jeongin’s slender fingers reached up to cup your face, making you face him once again. You looked deep into his eyes (that grew narrower and narrower with his smile). Jeongin pressed his lips onto yours, more passionate than before. Your own lips welcomed him with eagerness; the feeling of his tongue intertwining with yours enticed the wetness between your legs. 

You shifted to straddle Jeongin’s lap, instantly feeling his hard bulge beneath your clothed core. His hands flew from your waist to the hem of your t-shirt, dragging it upwards. You raised your arms, inevitably breaking the kiss as he took off your top. You looked at Minho who sat on the furthest corner of the cool hotel bed. His hand was shamelessly palming his prominent bulge, lips slightly parted. The sight in itself made you want to moan. 

“M-Min…” You started. He shushed you. 

“I know, baby. Jeonginnie’s taking good care of you, huh?” Minho panted. You nodded in frantic agreement as Jeongin’s hands worked on the clasp of your bra and his lips gently bit into the tender flesh of your neck. You couldn’t suppress your moans anymore; letting out a guttural moan, you saw how Minho’s demeanor completely changed. Jeongin’s lips dragged themselves to your sensitive breasts, popping a nipple into the wetness of his mouth. 

You watched how Minho’s hand slipped beneath his underwear, making his glorious cock spring free from its confines. Your mouth watered upon the sight of his small hand dragging itself through his shaft; slowly and teasingly while Jeongin worked his own magic on your breasts. 

“F-fuck. I missed this so much.” Jeongin groaned as he removed his lips from your swollen bud. “You should come on tour with us… and we can take c-care of you… all the time.” Listening to Jeongin whine such words made your heart swell, even if they were pussydrunk statements that he didn’t mean. 

“A-Ah. I need you to touch me, Innie.” You moaned in response, listening to Minho’s faint grunts in the distance. You started dragging yourself on Jeongin’s lap, desperate to feel friction where you needed it most.

“Y-you should’ve told me, baby.” Jeongin moaned, detaching himself from your breast where purple bruises were already starting to form. 

You lifted yourself off of Jeongin’s lap and shimmied out of your thin skirt. Jeongin’s hands grabbed at your hips, hooking two fingers into your panties, carefully dragging them down your legs. You nearly shivered when you felt the air conditioning hit your wet core. 

“You’re so fucking wet, baby.” Minho interrupted, his eyes shimmered as they stared at your cunt. “I need to taste you.” His already naked body neared yours, Jeongin watched Minho with weary eyes. 

“It’s my turn, hyung.” Jeongin reminded him, a warning of sorts. But you knew he wouldn’t do anything. 

“Now you mind?” Minho questioned. “You didn’t mind me joining when we masturbated to that video last week… or the week before that.” What the fuck? That did catch you off-guard. Jeongin and Minho jerking off together? You couldn’t believe it. Jeongin scoffed.

“Is that true, Innie?” You asked, batting your lashes at him. Jeongin hesitantly nodded.

“You sent us that video and… fuck… it made both of us so hard….” Jeongin admitted. “We watched it like ten times that night…” 

You imagined how it went, Minho and Jeongin so desperate, so needy that they couldn’t even leave the room to take care of themselves. Jeongin shamefully giving into his arousal; Minho shamelessly teasing him. It nearly made your mouth water.

“That’s so hot.” You said, still in disbelief of the sight before you. Minho and Jeongin, now both naked in front of you, hard as a rock, cocks leaking for you. “I’m so sad that I missed it… why don’t you show me how it went?” Minho shot a smug smile at you, whilst Jeongin widened his eyes. You sat back, using your own fingers to tease your entrance, the feeling of your arousal surprised even you. 

Minho broke the ice, of course, he wrapped his hand around his cock once more, hissing at the familiar feeling of it; his eyes were closed. You took in the sight, admiring his face, the way his lashes fell on his cheeks, his muscular arm setting a fast and sinful pace. Jeongin looked at Minho for a second, then back at you. He knew that you would never force him to no anything. With that, his own hand betrayed his resistance, moving back and forth around his shaft, fingers lightly teasing his leaking cockhead. You stared at Jeongin too, biting your lip, just like him. His pace was sloppier than Minho’s, more desperate, his grip was tighter, too.

Your own fingers worked their way on yourself, attempting to match Minho and Jeongin’s paces as best as you could; moaning at the scene that unraveled before you. You felt almost… jealous? At the fact that they could do this together whenever they wanted. You wanted to be there with them… to witness this…the special moments, the firsts. The fear of missing out engulfed your senses, your fingers moved against yourself as a form of revenge… because Minho and Jeongin couldn’t touch you at the moment. 

Minho’s movements halted abruptly, as he pressed his other hand onto Jeongin’s shoulder. 

“Why did you stop?” You asked as you continued to pump your fingers in and out of you.

“The only place I’ll come is inside of you.” Minho replied. “And Jeonginnie too.” 

“I can’t argue with that.” Jeongin added.

“If that’s what you want.” You challenged. “Who’s first, then?” Minho and Jeongin looked at each other. 

“Jeongin always goes first.” Minho replied, looking at Jeongin, while the latter gulped.

Jeongin crawled further into the bed, closer to where your body laid. You could easily feel the heat between your bodies. The lust you felt betrayed your need to appear as unbothered. He grabbed the base of his cock and inched it closer to you until his tip was nudging at your moistened entrance. He looked at you and you nodded in approval. His cock was inside you in a swift movement of his hips. 

You hissed at the unforgotten yet currently foreign feeling of his dick inside of you after the month. Jeongin visibly struggled to suppress a moan or a groan from slipping out. You reached upwards to cradle his face. He leaned down to kiss your lips with the same fervor as he did earlier. Jeongin started to move his hips, and you felt the hair on the base of his cock tease your folds; the closeness was unbelievable to you. Minho laid down next to you and pressed his lips to your neck as his hand worked on his cock in a relaxed pace. 

You let out a moan when Jeongin snapped his hips into yours at a harder intensity, feeling every vein inside of your aching core. His length disappeared inside of you like it was meant to be there. Your walls welcomed his warmth like a prophecy, and you couldn’t help but moan curses every time you felt the revelation that was sex with Jeongin; his cockhead kissing your cervix in an immeasurable amount of pleasure. Minho’s fingers dived to work on your clit, setting a offbeat pace to Jeongin’s; which, admittedly, made the experience even more arousing. The mismatched tempos made you feel warm inside — warm and fuzzy and confused and sinful—- and that feeling made you cum. Your orgasm surprised you whilst you clenched harshly around Jeongin, whose release was triggered in an instant. You felt Jeongin’s thick, hot cum fill you up so deliciously that you wanted to keep it inside of you forever. Your walls milked everything from him as he spasmed inside of you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. Jeongin settled next to you, still panting from the intensity of his orgasm. 

Minho placed a pillow under you, you turned around, so your stomach laid comfortably on top of the pillow, which gave you support at the same time. You and Minho usually had sex in this position when he knew that you were already exhausted. You could already feel Jeongin’s cum leaking out of you and you clenched your legs together in order to stop it from dripping. 

“Are you ready, baby?” Jeongin asked with a smirk, you looked down to see his spent cock —a dripping mess but half-hard against his happy trail. You nodded, looking back at Minho, who was positioning his cock on your entrance. 

“Aw, Jeonginnie stretched you so well for me.” Minho remarked, prodding his cock inside of you in an agonizingly slow pace. 

Minho’s cock felt comforting inside of you, even if once upon a time, it had been intimidating to fit in you. His girth always surprised you, making you feel every inch of him in great detail. You sought out to remember him entirely, how he feels inside of you; how he groans and moans and teases you with his pace. Minho’s expert hips were angled perfectly so you could feel him in the deepest depths of your cunt but also your soul. Sex with Minho was different, it was ardent and intimate and experienced. You had done this hundreds of times with him and it still made your heartbeat like it was the first. 

“You feel otherworldly, baby.” Minho groaned into your ear as his hips kept a steady rhythm. “You make me want to come instantly. I feel like a virgin.” You chuckled lightly, not being able to register much of was he was saying; too cockdrunk to care. “I missed being inside of you. I missed fucking cum further into you… even if it’s not mine.” 

You looked at Jeongin who was smiling proudly despite of the blush on his cheeks. 

“You two look really good too.” Jeongin confessed. “You’re perfect, Y/N.”

Minho quickened his pace inside of you, clearly aroused by Jeongin’s praise. Minho’s thrusts were so powerful that both Jeongin and the room looked blurry in your eyes. You could only feel the absolute pleasure of Minho’s thrusts and Jeongin’s praise. So, you closed your eyes and took everything in.

You lowered your hand to your swollen clit and circled it gently, setting a similar rhythm to Minho’s thrusts. You felt two sets of lips kissing down your shoulders and spine. Even with your eyes closed, you could tell who Minho was and who was Jeongin. You continued rubbing your clit, chasing your impending climax. 

“F-fuck! Keep doing that, please.” You begged. 

“Don’t beg, baby or I’ll cum just now.” Minho grunted. You felt yourself clenching around him.  

“Cum, Min. Cum.” You cried. 

“I can’t.” He groaned. “Two loads of cum… might get you pregnant.” He said, in between pants, and you felt his cock twitch inside of you.

“So, what?” You said, “don’t you want to fill me up? Jeonginnie filled me up well, but I know there’s room for you.” Minho moaned against your shoulder, lightly biting it. That’s when you felt your orgasm approaching you. 

You felt yourself spasm, and you could see both white and the faint memories of you and Minho and Jeongin together as you came. Minho tried to pull out, but your moans and your clenching felt so right that he couldn’t bear to. Minho spasmed as well, filling you up to the brim with generous amounts of his cum. It felt warm and fuzzy and lovely inside of you. It made you feel complete, in a way. You were, quite literally, full of love —full of the people that you loved. 

Minho gave you one last kiss on your head and collapsed to your other side. You turned to look at Jeongin, who was panting too. You looked down to see his cock laying in a pool of his own cum on his abdomen. He kissed your lips gently. And then, you looked at Minho who was catching his breath. His chest heaved; the thatch of hair on his pubic bone was matted with a mix of all your climaxes. You smiled and turned back to Jeongin.

“I do love you.” You blurted out in an unintentional confession to his dazed form. “Shit— sorry.”

“I love you too, Y/N.” Jeongin grinned widely as he, himself confessed his love for you. “I’m glad that you love me back.”

“Me too...” You smiled at him and turned your head to look at Minho. “I love you, Min.”

“I love you most, baby.” He said and looked at Jeongin with his signature smirk. “I hope you know that we really love you.”

“And that you’re my —our favorite person in the world…” Jeongin added. “We talked about this one night, sorry. We want to make things work.”

“The three of us?” You asked, in your own dazed confusion.

“The three of us.” Minho reassured. 

You let out a sigh of relief.  

“I love you both.”

The End

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 a/n: this was actually really hard to write but I knew that I had to give them a sweet ending <3 it took me like a billion years but this throuple is so dear to me 

[deadpanjisung]

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“Y/N-nnie?” Jeongin sought your attention. You had been lounging on your living room couch, watching Jeongin play a game on his console. 

You had been splitting your time between Minho and Jeongin almost evenly since the incident. The incident that made you see relationships with a whole new perspective. When it came to relationships, you were anything but conventional; still, it was out of your ‘norm’ to be romantically involved with two people, let alone, two members of the same group. Your boyfriend, now using his title, and one of his closest friends. 

You knew that Minho was the love of your life; you had no doubt about that. That was precisely why you were so conflicted when you started feeling differently around —and towards Jeongin. The conversation with Minho had been postponed until Jeongin felt comfortable enough to have it. So, you usually spent time with them separately, with Minho’s previous consent; because your relationship with Minho was already established, unlike you and Jeongin. 

The rest of the members weren’t aware of your current arrangement— at least not to your knowledge. You opted to keep it private until things cleared up amongst the three of you. You and Hyunjin had agreed that you wouldn’t have sex again; still, your relationship was never amorous, just sex and friendship. In order to hang out with Jeongin in the privacy of your apartment or their dorm, you had to create an elaborate scheme. 

“Yes, Innie?” You asked, snapping out of your thoughts. 

“We’re leaving for two months in less than a week.” He reminded you. You rolled your eyes. 

“Why would you say that?” You whined, kicking your legs on the couch. “I’m depressed enough already.”

“No. I’m just saying… maybe we should have the talk.” He clarified. “Minho hyung and I will be alone at some point, and I think we’ll feel compelled to talk about it anyways.  I’d rather have you here too.” You nodded.

“Want me to call him up?” You asked, Jeongin shook his head.

“No, this is my day.” He said, wrapping his arm around you, making you lean back into his chest.

“Well, too bad. I’m here now.” Minho announced as he barged in the door. “I got bored and then, I thought hey, I have a whole girlfriend in her apartment hanging out with this random boy. I should go over there. So, I came here.” He sat on the other side of your couch and leaned into you so he could kiss your lips.

“How long have you been spying on us?” You questioned him. “I don’t think I like this new habit of yours.”

“Long enough.” He said, a slight blush creeping into his ears. “I missed you. I didn’t miss you, though.” He looked at Jeongin during the latter statement. 

“This was supposed to be my day, hyung.” Jeongin snapped at him. “You can hang out with Y/N any day, no questions asked.” Jeongin pouted. 

“Look, Jeonginnie. I love you and I love Y/N. But she’s also kind of my girlfriend and I want to be with her before we leave.” Minho deadpanned. “So, yeah, you’re stuck with me today. I do think we should have the conversation, by the way.” He winked at Jeongin. 

“So, can I order some bulgogi pizza or something?” You asked. 

“I’m on a diet.” Minho and Jeongin said simultaneously. You rolled your eyes.

“I get it, but c’mon, we’re going to have a, possibly, traumatizing conversation. We need the comfort food.” You negotiated. 

“Fine.” Jeongin caved in. You looked at Minho and he nodded, rolling his eyes but took out his phone and left the room to order the food. Minho returned a few minutes later.

“The pizza will be here in twenty minutes.” Minho announced and he sat back down next to you, placing your legs on top of his lap. “So, you want to do this now… or?”

“Sure, let’s get it over with.” You replied. 

“I want to be with you.” You broke the ice, looking at Minho. “With you too.” You turned to Jeongin. “But I also want you two to be able to be in the same room with me and not crash out.”

“You’re my girlfriend, though.” Minho grinned, proudly. Jeongin glared at him.

“This is exactly what I mean. Thanks, Min.” You pointed out, Minho’s smug smile faded. “I like both of you, that’s pretty evident. I don’t need you two to be in love or anything, but I do want to hang out with of you at the same time. Instead of feeling like a child of an ugly divorce with joint custody.” 

“Noona, don’t call yourself a child of divorce, please.” Jeongin said, visibly bothered at the thought of him and Minho being your parents in this scenario.

“Why don’t we try it out, Jeonginnie?” Minho inquired, staring straight at Jeongin in a defiance.

“I’m not giving you that satisfaction, hyung.” Jeongin said with a grin on his face. “We’re doing this peacefully, like noona wants.”

“Thanks, Innie.” 

“Kiss ass.” Minho muttered under his breath.

“Min, c’mon.” You interrupted. “I do think we could try it out, though.” You looked at Jeongin, who was fiddling with his ring. “If you feel comfortable with it, of course.” His eyes bore into yours. 

“Anything for you, Y/N-nnie.” Jeongin said. “I’m willing to try it out.”

“Anything for Y/N?” Minho asked.

“Anything.” Jeongin reassured, looking at Minho in the same defiance that Minho assumed.

“Would you kiss me if Y/N-nnie wanted?” Minho tested the waters.

“I know Y/N-nnie wouldn’t make me do anything that I don’t want to do.” Jeongin argued.

“Good boy.” Minho added. “Would you watch me and Y/N-nnie?” Jeongin blushed furiously at the mention of watching you and Minho again. You looked over at him and took his hand.

“Min, stop teas-“

“Yeah, I would.” Jeongin interrupted. “Would you watch me and Y/N-nnie?”

“Gladly.” Minho replied without hesitation. “I’d even join you, if you want.” Jeongin scoffed at Minho’s flirting.

“You wouldn’t.” Jeongin argued.

“Want to bet?” Minho asked, leaning over you, closer to Jeongin.

“Min…” You warned as you pushed his chest back into his place.

“What? You don’t want him to know that you want us both at the same time?” Minho asked you. Jeongin’s eyes widened, and he tightened his grip on your hand. You sighed.

“Minho, please.” 

“You’re being dishonest with him, Y/N.” Minho riled you up. 

“Is that true, Y/N?” Jeongin asked, in a hushed voice. You sighed again.

“Only if you want to.” You said, glaring at Minho who sat there smirking. 

“I’d be open to trying things out.” Jeongin said. Minho scoffed but his eyes betrayed him in his surprise. You didn’t expect that reaction either, especially coming from Jeongin. “Yeah, why not? Once won’t hurt.” He smirked at Minho.

“Great!” Minho said, as he clapped his hands. “After it happens, if it happens. We can actually  work things out, then.” He stood up, leaving you and Jeongin lounging in the couch. 

You didn’t give out an immediate reaction to that statement, still angry at Minho for his insistence. Jeongin didn’t react either, but you could feel his heart beating faster as you laid across his chest. Minho didn’t leave, neither did Jeongin. You both ate in silence when the pizza arrived, watched a few episodes of the current anime you were watching and went to sleep. Minho took your guest bedroom, respecting your and Jeongin’s day, only because you couldn’t all comfortably fit in your bed. You and Jeongin were too tense to do anything; you just cuddled, basking in each other’s warmth. 

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Minho and Jeongin spent their last week in Korea rehearsing and attempting to keep up with their ever-so-busy schedules. You engulfed yourself in your work, late night recording sessions helped you cope with the inevitable separation. Minho and Jeongin slept in your apartment that last night. They kept their distance from each other, yet they stayed attached to you. That night, they peppered you with kisses and reassuring words as you softly sobbed against your satin pillow. 

They left early in the morning; you kissed both of them goodbye. You weren’t a stranger to being apart from Minho, powering through the never-ending tours and other schedules. Despite that, you felt more anxious when they left; your heart beat fast, you couldn’t stop crying. It’s only two months. 

Insecure thoughts plagued your mind, out of your control. You returned to being the person that you once were. The person that turned down the love of her life because she didn’t think she was worthy of love. You distanced yourself from them without noticing. You spent your days and nights in your shabby recording studio, working on a million projects at a time —none of them were worthy of a concept. You either barely slept or slept through days at a time. 

A month passed and you’d gotten used to this new pace. You promised both Jeongin and Minho that you were keeping up with your self-care; when in reality, you did everything but. Your fingers mindlessly tapped to the rhythm of Gaon’s guitar, Gunil sat next to you and offered his expert opinion. 

You were surprised to receive an email from J.Y.P himself, granting you three vacation days for next week. You started frantically typing an email to let him know that you hadn’t asked for time off. A call from Minho cut you off, you answered him.

“Hi jagi. We were going to surprise you, but I guess pd-nim kind of spoiled it for us, huh?” His voice rang from the phone. “I know you’ve seen Stray Kids a bunch of times already, but we missed you so much. We asked pd-nim if you could come to one of our shows.”

“And he agreed?” You asked.

“I expected a thanks, Min. I miss you too and I’m so happy we get to see each other.” 

“Thanks, Min. I miss you too and I’m so happy we get to see each other again.” You echoed. “You just caught me by surprise, that’s all. I really appreciate the gesture.”

“I know you, Y/N, more than you think. Even J.Y.P said you were working yourself too hard.” He added. “You leave next Thursday night, the concert’s on Friday and we can spend Saturday and Sunday having sex. It’s a win-win.” Minho teased, you chuckled.

“I missed that…you.” You said. “Who’s going to take care of Meadow, though?”

“Who do you think I am?” Minho scoffed. “I already spoke with Jihyo.” You chuckled.

“I am impressed with your planning skills.” You said, shifting your attention towards Gunil and Gaon, who were impatiently waiting for you. “Thank you, a lot, Min. I think I really need this. But I’m recording Gaon now, I should go. Love you.”

“I love you too, jagi. Don’t overwork yourself.” Minho said before you hung up. 

You checked your phone once more to see a message from a petty Jeongin who wanted to share the news with you before Minho did, and your plane tickets. 

You felt guilty for your half-assed songs, seeking assistance from other producers and lyricists as well. Knowing that you were seeing Minho and Jeongin sooner than expected made your head feel clearer. It motivated you to focus on the details instead of mass-producing your labor. You, with assistance, were able to save some tracks and pitch an idea for a concept. Nonetheless, you were disappointed at how codependent you had become to Minho and Jeongin’s presence, even with their tight schedule. 

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The trip to Japan was relatively pleasant, mostly because it was already familiar to you. You enjoyed visiting the quiet streets of Kurashiki with Minho when you had time off. Or the loud Tokyo nightlife, in rarer occasions. The taxi dropped you off at your hotel and you met with one of Minho’s security guards, in order to get the key to your room. 

The hotel room was cozy, familiar; like you had already been there before. The soft beige and brown interior were everything you needed at the moment. The king-sized bed was more than comfortable to your exhausted body. It made you feel peace. The same kind of peace of mind you had been longing for nearly two months. 

You were startled by your phone ringing next to you, discarded inside your purse. Jeongin.

“Hey, Innie.” You answered casually.

“Hi baby. How was your flight?” He asked.

“Baby and everything?” You teased. Jeongin was so silent that you could nearly see him blushing on the other side. 

“Yes, baby. I can’t wait to see you.” He reaffirmed. “I’ve missed you like crazy.” 

“I’ve missed you more than I’d like to admit…” You said. “I need one of your stiff and apprehensive cuddle sessions asap.” Jeongin chuckled.

“I’d like nothing more than to hug and kiss you right now.” He added. Suddenly, some commotion was audible from Jeongin’s side. “Ah. It seems that I’ve been discovered. I’ll see you later.”

“Bye, love.” 

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Your heart felt warm whilst listening to Jeongin’s voice, his laugh; despite talking to him on the daily, it had been a while since you heard him laugh. You felt a sudden heat in between your legs. You’d be more than happy to just cuddle with them at night. But getting off hasn’t been the same without them either. 

You shook your sinful thoughts away for the time being and focused on self-care. Minho and Jeongin had left you a basket full of skincare and assortments of body-creams, bath bombs and exfoliants as they knew that you loved to unwind like that. You ran yourself a bath, with no rush whatsoever. You wanted to enjoy the moment and give yourself time to feel the warm water, to smell the rosemary-mint bath bomb, to appreciate the unfamiliar silence… 

Until it was time for the concert. You dressed as comfortably as you could, ready to scream your heart out for your favorite group in the world, composed of two of your favorite people in the entire universe. One of the boys’ designated chauffeurs picked you up at your hotel and drove you to the packed venue. You received a text from Minho, as you pulled up to the venue.

Min: I want to hear you scream tonight. love you. 

Y/N: I promise you will. ilysm. 

And you kept your promise. You screamed until your lungs almost gave out, you sang every song, and you even shed a tear or two. Seeing them perform made it all worth it, you knew all of the sacrifices that they made were necessary to achieve their dreams. You also knew that you loved them too much to get in between of their dreams… You needed to learn to manage your feelings of loneliness by yourself.  

You quietly left the venue, escorted by the same chauffeur, who made sure that you arrived at the hotel as soon as you could. But you knew that they were already there, and they’d been waiting for you as longingly as you were waiting for them.

You stepped into the busy hotel and went straight to the elevator, paying no attention to your surroundings. Your fingers trembled as they pushed the button to the floor you were staying in. Then, your hands trembled as they opened the door to your shared room.

Minho and Jeongin were sitting on the bed with bath robes on, their heads turned away from the television to look at you. Your eyes welled up with tears, joyful and sorrowful ones alike. You sprinted as fast as your feet took you and straddled both Minho and Jeongin in a joint hug.

“My baby…” Minho whispered as he stroked your hair, tightening the hug; making you sink deeper into their chests. “I felt the difference in the crowd, y’know?” You looked up to him. “I think Jeonginnie agrees. I felt you there with us.” You looked over at Jeongin who was holding back tears of his own.

“I swear that I could even hear you at one point.” Jeongin agreed, leaning down to kiss your lips so gently that you barely even felt his lips if it wasn’t for the electricity between you. 

“I did scream for you once when everyone was quiet.” You admitted, a slight blush creeping onto your face. “Maybe you did hear that.” Jeongin chuckled.

“How are you, baby?” He asked, Minho nodded. 

“I’m fine, it’s whatever. How are you two?” You asked. “You guys must be exhausted!”

“Are you kidding me? Just seeing you makes me more energetic than ever.” Jeongin countered. 

“It has been tiring.” Minho differed, “but we do intend to spend the best weekend with you.” 

“I would hope so! I did come all this way to see you two.” You teased them. “I missed you more than I’d like to admit.”

“It hasn’t been easy for me either…” Minho empathized. “And this stupid kid spends most of his day watching and rewatching your stories on instagram.” Jeongin blushed furiously. 

“N-No, uh, h-hyung, what the hell?” Jeongin stuttered. “You’re no better! You just sulk around me because nobody understands you better!”

“Ah, I see you’re getting along well, then.” You chuckled. 

“I think we’ve made progress.” Minho agreed. Jeongin scoffed in response. 

“How did you even manage to both be here, by the way?” You asked. 

“Well… we’ve kind of been roommates for the whole tour…” Jeongin admitted. “You know, so it wasn’t that weird when you came over.”

“So, you planned this a while ago, huh?”

“I think we were both sure that you’d come visit us at some moment.” Minho added. “The others were a bit confused, though. But who cares?” He wrapped an arm around your waist and kissed you. “I don’t give a fuck if anyone knows about us, as long as I can do this whenever I want.” You kissed him back, passionately, more so than you intended. Jeongin cleared his throat. You looked over at him and extended your arm to him, he cuddled closer to your side.

“Jealous?” Minho teased Jeongin, as he tightened his grip on your waist. Jeongin kissed your neck, softly and subtly; making you shiver at his lips against you. “Ah! Jeonginnie, don’t you know? Your hyung gets the first round.” Jeongin deadpanned.

“As if!” He scoffed. “I’ve been waiting for this as long as you have.” You stared at them blankly, wanting to see how they compromised with each other. Still, you were ready to intervene if they got too heated. 

“Do you think I care about that?” Minho teased with a smirk on his face. Flirting. Minho was actually, genuinely flirting with Jeongin. “You know what? Let’s leave this to Y/N, then.” They turned to you again, gaining your visibility once more. “Who do you want first?”

The question caught you off-guard. You hadn’t expected to be asked that; and, in all honesty, you had never even given a thought to who would go first or second or last. 

“You don’t have to answer that.” Jeongin interrupted your thoughts. “It’s unfair that you’re always putting her on the spot.” 

“She’s the one who decided that I wasn’t enough for her. She’s so greedy that she needs to be fucking the whole group, right?” Minho said, Jeongin looked visibly bothered by his comment. It dwelled on you that he had never seen or heard your and Minho’s more intimate dynamic. Your hand found Jeongin’s and squeezed it.

“It’s okay.” You whispered to Jeongin. “I like it like this —the three of us— if that makes me greedy, so what?” He looked taken aback, his nose scrunched as his eyes scanned your expression; you smirked in response. You could almost see the gears turning in his head, leading him to smirk at you and then, at Minho in return. 

“I think she’s okay with the two of us for now.” Jeongin said, looking at you for approval. You hummed in amusement. 

“I think so, too, Innie.” 

“The two of us at the same time?” Minho suggested, challenging Jeongin.

“Yeah.”

“Good,” Minho agreed, “let’s show Y/N who she really belongs to.” Minho’s eyes never diverted from yours, not even to entertain Jeongin’s. “Y/N without threesomes with Hyunjin or cuddles that last too long with Felix…”

“Or flirting with Jisung hyung..” Jeongin added, visibly growing more comfortable with the situation in front of him. “Or late nights at the studio with Changbin hyung…”

“I think I get it.” You interrupted, growing frustrated at their banter. “I don’t mean any of that. I like you —both of you.” 

“I don’t think liking us cuts it anymore.” Minho said, “I think you should love us.” 

Heat creeped onto your cheeks at Minho’s mention of love. You weren’t a stranger to telling Minho that you loved him. You had never told Jeongin that you loved him, even if you were sure that you did, even if you tried to show him without saying it. You loved him as a friend and you were growing to love him as a partner as well, but you weren’t quite sure if it was too early. 

You looked at Jeongin’s own blushing profile, he gulped at your expression and squeezed your waist in reassurance. Minho snickered. 

“You two are too cute.” Minho gushed. “Puppy love is adorable.” Jeongin rolled his eyes at Minho. 

“Is this going to take all weekend?” You asked, sardonically. 

“Impatient, huh?”

“Well, if Minho hyung isn’t done with his thing…I’ll go first.” Jeongin spoke up. You were surprised at his volunteering; but you also knew that Minho was just riling you both up. He wanted to see who snapped first; not him, of course. Minho could do this all night. 

Jeongin’s slender fingers reached up to cup your face, making you face him once again. You looked deep into his eyes (that grew narrower and narrower with his smile). Jeongin pressed his lips onto yours, more passionate than before. Your own lips welcomed him with eagerness; the feeling of his tongue intertwining with yours enticed the wetness between your legs. 

You shifted to straddle Jeongin’s lap, instantly feeling his hard bulge beneath your clothed core. His hands flew from your waist to the hem of your t-shirt, dragging it upwards. You raised your arms, inevitably breaking the kiss as he took off your top. You looked at Minho who sat on the furthest corner of the cool hotel bed. His hand was shamelessly palming his prominent bulge, lips slightly parted. The sight in itself made you want to moan. 

“M-Min…” You started. He shushed you. 

“I know, baby. Jeonginnie’s taking good care of you, huh?” Minho panted. You nodded in frantic agreement as Jeongin’s hands worked on the clasp of your bra and his lips gently bit into the tender flesh of your neck. You couldn’t suppress your moans anymore; letting out a guttural moan, you saw how Minho’s demeanor completely changed. Jeongin’s lips dragged themselves to your sensitive breasts, popping a nipple into the wetness of his mouth. 

You watched how Minho’s hand slipped beneath his underwear, making his glorious cock spring free from its confines. Your mouth watered upon the sight of his small hand dragging itself through his shaft; slowly and teasingly while Jeongin worked his own magic on your breasts. 

“F-fuck. I missed this so much.” Jeongin groaned as he removed his lips from your swollen bud. “You should come on tour with us… and we can take c-care of you… all the time.” Listening to Jeongin whine such words made your heart swell, even if they were pussydrunk statements that he didn’t mean. 

“A-Ah. I need you to touch me, Innie.” You moaned in response, listening to Minho’s faint grunts in the distance. You started dragging yourself on Jeongin’s lap, desperate to feel friction where you needed it most.

“Y-you should’ve told me, baby.” Jeongin moaned, detaching himself from your breast where purple bruises were already starting to form. 

You lifted yourself off of Jeongin’s lap and shimmied out of your thin skirt. Jeongin’s hands grabbed at your hips, hooking two fingers into your panties, carefully dragging them down your legs. You nearly shivered when you felt the air conditioning hit your wet core. 

“You’re so fucking wet, baby.” Minho interrupted, his eyes shimmered as they stared at your cunt. “I need to taste you.” His already naked body neared yours, Jeongin watched Minho with weary eyes. 

“It’s my turn, hyung.” Jeongin reminded him, a warning of sorts. But you knew he wouldn’t do anything. 

“Now you mind?” Minho questioned. “You didn’t mind me joining when we masturbated to that video last week… or the week before that.” What the fuck? That did catch you off-guard. Jeongin and Minho jerking off together? You couldn’t believe it. Jeongin scoffed.

“Is that true, Innie?” You asked, batting your lashes at him. Jeongin hesitantly nodded.

“You sent us that video and… fuck… it made both of us so hard….” Jeongin admitted. “We watched it like ten times that night…” 

You imagined how it went, Minho and Jeongin so desperate, so needy that they couldn’t even leave the room to take care of themselves. Jeongin shamefully giving into his arousal; Minho shamelessly teasing him. It nearly made your mouth water.

“That’s so hot.” You said, still in disbelief of the sight before you. Minho and Jeongin, now both naked in front of you, hard as a rock, cocks leaking for you. “I’m so sad that I missed it… why don’t you show me how it went?” Minho shot a smug smile at you, whilst Jeongin widened his eyes. You sat back, using your own fingers to tease your entrance, the feeling of your arousal surprised even you. 

Minho broke the ice, of course, he wrapped his hand around his cock once more, hissing at the familiar feeling of it; his eyes were closed. You took in the sight, admiring his face, the way his lashes fell on his cheeks, his muscular arm setting a fast and sinful pace. Jeongin looked at Minho for a second, then back at you. He knew that you would never force him to no anything. With that, his own hand betrayed his resistance, moving back and forth around his shaft, fingers lightly teasing his leaking cockhead. You stared at Jeongin too, biting your lip, just like him. His pace was sloppier than Minho’s, more desperate, his grip was tighter, too.

Your own fingers worked their way on yourself, attempting to match Minho and Jeongin’s paces as best as you could; moaning at the scene that unraveled before you. You felt almost… jealous? At the fact that they could do this together whenever they wanted. You wanted to be there with them… to witness this…the special moments, the firsts. The fear of missing out engulfed your senses, your fingers moved against yourself as a form of revenge… because Minho and Jeongin couldn’t touch you at the moment. 

Minho’s movements halted abruptly, as he pressed his other hand onto Jeongin’s shoulder. 

“Why did you stop?” You asked as you continued to pump your fingers in and out of you.

“The only place I’ll come is inside of you.” Minho replied. “And Jeonginnie too.” 

“I can’t argue with that.” Jeongin added.

“If that’s what you want.” You challenged. “Who’s first, then?” Minho and Jeongin looked at each other. 

“Jeongin always goes first.” Minho replied, looking at Jeongin, while the latter gulped.

Jeongin crawled further into the bed, closer to where your body laid. You could easily feel the heat between your bodies. The lust you felt betrayed your need to appear as unbothered. He grabbed the base of his cock and inched it closer to you until his tip was nudging at your moistened entrance. He looked at you and you nodded in approval. His cock was inside you in a swift movement of his hips. 

You hissed at the unforgotten yet currently foreign feeling of his dick inside of you after the month. Jeongin visibly struggled to suppress a moan or a groan from slipping out. You reached upwards to cradle his face. He leaned down to kiss your lips with the same fervor as he did earlier. Jeongin started to move his hips, and you felt the hair on the base of his cock tease your folds; the closeness was unbelievable to you. Minho laid down next to you and pressed his lips to your neck as his hand worked on his cock in a relaxed pace. 

You let out a moan when Jeongin snapped his hips into yours at a harder intensity, feeling every vein inside of your aching core. His length disappeared inside of you like it was meant to be there. Your walls welcomed his warmth like a prophecy, and you couldn’t help but moan curses every time you felt the revelation that was sex with Jeongin; his cockhead kissing your cervix in an immeasurable amount of pleasure. Minho’s fingers dived to work on your clit, setting a offbeat pace to Jeongin’s; which, admittedly, made the experience even more arousing. The mismatched tempos made you feel warm inside — warm and fuzzy and confused and sinful—- and that feeling made you cum. Your orgasm surprised you whilst you clenched harshly around Jeongin, whose release was triggered in an instant. You felt Jeongin’s thick, hot cum fill you up so deliciously that you wanted to keep it inside of you forever. Your walls milked everything from him as he spasmed inside of you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. Jeongin settled next to you, still panting from the intensity of his orgasm. 

Minho placed a pillow under you, you turned around, so your stomach laid comfortably on top of the pillow, which gave you support at the same time. You and Minho usually had sex in this position when he knew that you were already exhausted. You could already feel Jeongin’s cum leaking out of you and you clenched your legs together in order to stop it from dripping. 

“Are you ready, baby?” Jeongin asked with a smirk, you looked down to see his spent cock —a dripping mess but half-hard against his happy trail. You nodded, looking back at Minho, who was positioning his cock on your entrance. 

“Aw, Jeonginnie stretched you so well for me.” Minho remarked, prodding his cock inside of you in an agonizingly slow pace. 

Minho’s cock felt comforting inside of you, even if once upon a time, it had been intimidating to fit in you. His girth always surprised you, making you feel every inch of him in great detail. You sought out to remember him entirely, how he feels inside of you; how he groans and moans and teases you with his pace. Minho’s expert hips were angled perfectly so you could feel him in the deepest depths of your cunt but also your soul. Sex with Minho was different, it was ardent and intimate and experienced. You had done this hundreds of times with him and it still made your heartbeat like it was the first. 

“You feel otherworldly, baby.” Minho groaned into your ear as his hips kept a steady rhythm. “You make me want to come instantly. I feel like a virgin.” You chuckled lightly, not being able to register much of was he was saying; too cockdrunk to care. “I missed being inside of you. I missed fucking cum further into you… even if it’s not mine.” 

You looked at Jeongin who was smiling proudly despite of the blush on his cheeks. 

“You two look really good too.” Jeongin confessed. “You’re perfect, Y/N.”

Minho quickened his pace inside of you, clearly aroused by Jeongin’s praise. Minho’s thrusts were so powerful that both Jeongin and the room looked blurry in your eyes. You could only feel the absolute pleasure of Minho’s thrusts and Jeongin’s praise. So, you closed your eyes and took everything in.

You lowered your hand to your swollen clit and circled it gently, setting a similar rhythm to Minho’s thrusts. You felt two sets of lips kissing down your shoulders and spine. Even with your eyes closed, you could tell who Minho was and who was Jeongin. You continued rubbing your clit, chasing your impending climax. 

“F-fuck! Keep doing that, please.” You begged. 

“Don’t beg, baby or I’ll cum just now.” Minho grunted. You felt yourself clenching around him.  

“Cum, Min. Cum.” You cried. 

“I can’t.” He groaned. “Two loads of cum… might get you pregnant.” He said, in between pants, and you felt his cock twitch inside of you.

“So, what?” You said, “don’t you want to fill me up? Jeonginnie filled me up well, but I know there’s room for you.” Minho moaned against your shoulder, lightly biting it. That’s when you felt your orgasm approaching you. 

You felt yourself spasm, and you could see both white and the faint memories of you and Minho and Jeongin together as you came. Minho tried to pull out, but your moans and your clenching felt so right that he couldn’t bear to. Minho spasmed as well, filling you up to the brim with generous amounts of his cum. It felt warm and fuzzy and lovely inside of you. It made you feel complete, in a way. You were, quite literally, full of love —full of the people that you loved. 

Minho gave you one last kiss on your head and collapsed to your other side. You turned to look at Jeongin, who was panting too. You looked down to see his cock laying in a pool of his own cum on his abdomen. He kissed your lips gently. And then, you looked at Minho who was catching his breath. His chest heaved; the thatch of hair on his pubic bone was matted with a mix of all your climaxes. You smiled and turned back to Jeongin.

“I do love you.” You blurted out in an unintentional confession to his dazed form. “Shit— sorry.”

“I love you too, Y/N.” Jeongin grinned widely as he, himself confessed his love for you. “I’m glad that you love me back.”

“Me too...” You smiled at him and turned your head to look at Minho. “I love you, Min.”

“I love you most, baby.” He said and looked at Jeongin with his signature smirk. “I hope you know that we really love you.”

“And that you’re my —our favorite person in the world…” Jeongin added. “We talked about this one night, sorry. We want to make things work.”

“The three of us?” You asked, in your own dazed confusion.

“The three of us.” Minho reassured. 

You let out a sigh of relief.  

“I love you both.”

The End

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 a/n: this was actually really hard to write but I knew that I had to give them a sweet ending <3 it took me like a billion years but this throuple is so dear to me