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guys don’t worry, i’m keeping yall fed for a while (the series won’t stop at part 7, that’s just as far ahead as i’ve thought plot wise for now 😘🫵🏻)

-via☆

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I was trying to find videos on twt for some nsfw visuals for some things I want to post.

Tell me why there were skzoos staring at me from the back of this girl’s video. We really are everywhere huh?

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I had a BIG win recently but now I just had a substantial loss. So I need fanfic to read or a WIP to work on before I lose my ever loving fucking mind

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Fuuuuuuck I love this story so much! Mingi is really a light for me in this! It was already interesting but mingi’s inner turmoil and outward emotions(from withdrawn to spilling over) is just SO good. I am SO excited for the next chapter oh my gosh. I think I will feel less ready for the next when another one comes but you do such a beautiful job of making you want that next chapter. WOW

STOCKHOLM₊˚⊹♡ J.YH | 4 (m)

jeong yunho x afab! reader (feat. s.mg, k.hj, p.sh, & k.ys)

for mature audiences only, minors will be fed to wolves.

a/n: your stockholm 4 for 4 meal is here! this does NOT in any way, shape, or form depict who / how any of the ateez members are irl. please do not take this fic as fact on their personalities, please and thank you.

summary: mingi tries to save his friends from his fate, but they care about him too much to just turn around and leave when their friend is obviously struggling with something. it's all going according to plan, just not precisely on yunho's schedule.

word count: 21.5k

warnings: MINORS RUN FOR THE HILLS | meandom!yunho, threats, swearing, kidnapping, captive reader, conditioning, use of names (daddy, doll, baby, good girl, darling, princess (min)), unprotected p->v sex (don't do that pls), sharing, choking, oral (m & f receiving), food restriction, creampie, subspace, dubcon, confrontation, yelling, blackmail, guilt, reader has nightmare about yunho killing her, bad things all around

18+ THIS IS THE FINAL WARNING.

posted: 08.19.25

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You awoke to the sound of birds chirping outside. The first few rays of sunlight warmed your bare arms and cast a gentle glow around the room. Usually, Yunho kept the shades drawn for all hours of the day, but he had begun to indulge in some of your small requests. It wouldn’t hurt to let you see the sunlight every so often. There was no risk this early in the morning, when the people at work in the office building across the street hadn’t even made their commute or gotten their coffee yet. 

Obviously, it was still a no on going out on the balcony. For now. 

Yunho planned to wait until your case froze over, discarded in the archives to collect dust for the next couple years. The majority of the Seoul general public had already lost interest a few weeks ago. It had been too long – statistically speaking, you had to be long dead by now. And there’s nothing they could do for a dead girl. He waits for that official announcement, though. The one that will declare your case as cold as the grave. More than half a year later, he wouldn’t have to wait long now. 

You were less discouraged the last time you asked. You knew it was to keep you safe, away from prying eyes of those who would want to take you away from him. Still, though you had no desire to leave anymore, you did crave fresh air. You’d linger in the bathroom a couple moments longer than you usually would’ve, hands itching to lift the small window up just enough to let a breeze drift through. But you were good, and those thoughts only lasted just for those fleeting moments. 

Still, you were glad to see the sunlight. It had been raining for most of the week, and with the shades drawn up tight, the apartment got real dark and lonely in the middle of the day while Yunho was out. Allowing yourself more time to sleep, you peel your gaze from the warm glow the light has bathed the room in, and settle back down into the sheets and pillows. You turn over onto your other side to find Yunho, still fast asleep. His fluffy black hair is a curly mess, getting into his eyes and you giggle quietly as you move his hair out of his face so he can wake up more comfortably later. Careful not to wake him, you scoot closer until your head is tucked  right underneath his chin, your hands against his chest. In his sleep, he takes a deep breath, and pulls you in tighter on the exhale. The butterflies in your stomach whisper messages to the voices in your mind. 

You’re exactly where you’re meant to be. 

He loves you. 

You love him, you love him, you love him. 

You settle in his arms, and let sleep drag you back down again. A content smile pulling at each corner of your mouth.   

———

You couldn’t breathe. 

The air in your lungs was stamped out, like someone was standing on your chest. Something soft pressed hard against your face. Your throat burned, eyes watered, panic flooding every vein. Your hands are tied again, above your head and attached to something, but you couldn’t quite figure out what exactly. You were in the dark again. There was no sound, no taste, no smell. 

But there was Yunho. 

Somehow you knew he was there. That he was the reason for your lack of oxygen and panic. Your voice was muffled against whatever was on your face, only able to get a couple syllables out before giving up – it was costing too much air. He was somewhere near you, but you had a hard time pinpointing where. You try to move your legs, only to feel a weight on your thighs, keeping them down. 

“Shhh…” you hear above you, and the pressure against your face increases. You arch your back to try and thrash around, but it’s no use. Whatever is keeping you pinned down, it’s doing a damn good job. And yet, it’s not your initial thought that Yunho’s the one causing this. Perhaps that old voice that still kept occupancy in a small, dark corner of what was left of your rational mind knew. You hadn’t heard her in a while. She’d often make a cameo in circumstances like these. Ones she’d have to beg you to fight for your life during. Yet you trusted him. You were trained to. 

She didn’t have the same power anymore. 

You feebly attempt one more time to breathe, your heartbeat getting louder and louder in your ears. The involuntary gasps for breath that were just not available came closer together, with little intervals in between. You were dying. 

You were okay with it, if Yunho was there. If this is what he wanted, then you’d give your life to him. No more fighting. 

Air is a luxury. Luxuries could be taken away. 

With your last thoughts, you wonder if you’d been so bad that he actually had decided to get rid of you. Tears well up in your eyes out of shame. You’d failed him. The last thing you ever did was disappoint Yunho. 

You’d kill you too. 

So you give in. You let your body spasm and twitch, desperate to breathe again. It’s wildly uncomfortable, sure. But nothing felt worse than his disappointment in you. 

“That’s it, don’t fight me, princess.” He purrs, lovingly. Like he’s helping you sleep.  

And just as lovingly, he presses the pillow harder over your head. 

———

You sit up in bed choking on a scream before you’re even halfway conscious again, your body ready to fight, to run, to survive. Trembling hands fly to your mouth and nose to remove something that was never there. The fire in your throat still burns and you cannot stop shaking. Your stomach churns as you desperately try to tell yourself that you’re safe. ‘He’d never do that’, Mingi had said, assuring you the last time you had a nightmare. You feel like you can trust him. He doesn’t seem like he would lie to you, and as far as you know, he hasn’t yet. 

But you allowed Yunho to kill you this time. That woke you up a little – and not just from sleep. 

A hand grabbing your wrist nearly makes you jump out of your skin. He’s awake. He felt you jolt upright, heard your scared noises. The feeling of his hand on you makes you tense up.  

“Baby?” He asks, his morning voice low and husky. The timbre of it is enough to lull you back into his arms, seeking his comfort. You try to swallow down your remaining panic, expecting it to dissipate rather quickly, yet it sparks and bubbles around in your stomach, ready to rise up again if need be. 

Never, you remind yourself, he would never. 

Ignoring the persistent buzzing of remaining adrenaline, you convince yourself to lay back down, burrowing back into bed, letting him hold your hand as you calm down. He’d take care of you. 

He loves you. 

Yunho gently runs his fingers through your hair, moving down to caress your shoulder, your jaw, your side. He kisses the top of your head once he feels you fully relax into him again. 

“Did my precious girl have a bad dream?” He asks, pouting. You nod, careful to not get your nose and mouth too close to the pillow. 

“Yes, Daddy.” Your voice is small and muffled, and it damn near breaks his heart. He hates when he’s reminded he can’t protect you from everything… it only makes him want to tighten his grip, just to be sure nothing else can ever get to you. Even if your own mind is the thing that’s hurting you. He can remedy that. 

“My poor baby,” he murmurs, caressing you still, “you’re alright. You’re with me.” 

He sighs sleepily, closing his eyes and relaxing again. You’re still tense. Wide awake and thinking. You know he hates it when you think, but in the stillness of the room, and the remnants of the dream, as vivid as a recent memory, it’s the only thing you can do. The images flash past you like scenery from a moving car; the pillow suffocating you, Yunho holding you down, the woods, the gun you never saw, the forest floor, the pure and consuming darkness boring into your eyes. Your throat constricts, panic gathering its momentum again. 

Until he breaks your spiral with a quiet voice. 

“Was it me again?” 

Your blood runs cold. You hesitate, and he gets his answer. 

While you had been thinking yourself into a blackhole, you didn’t know he had been too. Something stirring, conjuring thoughts of doubt as he gradually wakes up. He sits up, jostling you off of him, a muscle in your neck pulling uncomfortably for a second. Running a hand through his messy hair, he huffs. In your panic, you can only stare at his back, trying to come up with the right response.  

“Answer me,” his voice is gruffer this time, shocking you into speaking. 

“I-I–” you stutter, not knowing what to say to him. But by not immediately telling him ‘no’, you’ve dug yourself a pretty sizable grave. Certainly big enough to fit you and all your mistakes inside. 

He turns to face you, his eyes black. You gulp. “Daddy…” you whisper, trying to calm him down. 

“Mingi told me about the nightmare you had about me. I said–” he pauses to laugh humorlessly, looking down at the bed as he recalls his words, “I said that couldn’t be true. My perfect girl would never dream of me in a negative way. Did you make me a liar, baby?” 

Your voice is stuck in your throat. So many tangled words crafted to form the best way out of his wrath push to the front of your mouth, wanting to be said. So instead, you shake your head ‘no’, cautiously and slowly reaching for his hand like you were about to take food away from a tiger. Anything to reassure yourself that you weren’t about to be corrected into the next century. But he pulls away, just out of reach. He stares you down like a predator. A wolf against a clueless, fumbling sheep. 

Just as he’s about to extend his claws, words you didn’t even notice that had pieced themselves together in your brain, fly out of your mouth. 

“Daddy, i-it wasn’t you,” you lie. He raises an eyebrow. You know damn well he could tell when you’re lying, and you pray he couldn’t tell now. Technically though, it wasn’t a complete lie. In your dreams you never actually saw him do any of those things. Sure you knew Yunho was there, near you, talking to you. But you used that small fraction of truth to aid in your lie. Yunho tilts his head ever so slightly, eyes boring into yours. 

“So… Mingi lied to me. Is that what you’re saying?” 

Now you’ve done it. Immediately, you launch into damage control, trying to save him too. 

“No– no, Daddy. I-I just think… I think he got confused, that’s all. I said ‘he’ but… I never actually saw who my nightmare was about. I just heard a voice, I–” technically not a lie, technically not a lie, keep going. Convince him, “No one lied. It’s just a miscommunication. I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m so sorry,” your bottom lip trembles and you hold yourself in a self-hug. You look so small and helpless sitting in his giant bed that Yunho’s anger does begin to evaporate. He sighs, running a hand over his face as he thinks. 

He supposes he can’t blame Mingi for assuming he was the person you were talking about. However, he did still think it was an odd choice of words for you to say ‘he killed me’. Then again, you had just woken up and were frightened out of your right mind. And, he had no evidence for either side to be in the wrong. Your story made sense. 

Hm. 

He eyes up your trembling form in his bed again. Your face is streaked with tears, eyes getting red and puffy. Your nails dig themselves into your arms, forming little crescent shaped indents in the skin. But you’re trying so hard to be brave. To be convincing. 

“I love you…” You admit quietly, without thinking, surprising both of you. Yunho pauses, his mouth slightly open in shock. You hadn’t said it first yet. You…

You hadn’t said it first yet. 

Nevermind that you didn’t add ‘Daddy’ to the end of that statement, he could overlook that easily. And he could look past how you said it to not make him angry at you or Mingi – as a distraction. You said it without him asking you to. Distraction or not.  

Within only a few seconds after the words left your lips and registered in his head, Yunho grabs the back of your neck and pulls you towards him, kissing you hard. The whiplash of going from fear to lust was exhausting to your nervous system, but you couldn’t focus on that now. 

Yunho pushes you down, forcefully. His large body dwarfs yours, using his natural height and toned muscle to his advantage as he pins your wrists down next to your head. He presses his lips to yours, swallowing every sound you make as he grinds his hardening cock against your barely-clothed pussy. You had slept in his shirt and panties last night, and he almost keeled over with cuteness aggression when he saw how big his shirt was on you. You moan into his mouth as you feel your panties getting wetter and wetter, and you know he can feel it too. 

“You love me, baby? Hm?” He groans against you, impatience saturating every word. You nod as much as you can, trying to handle your anxiety again. Feeling him right up against your face after your dream got your adrenaline up for the second time today. When he moves down to your neck, he doesn’t notice the gasps of breath you take, bordering hyperventilation. 

Memories of your dream push to the front of your mind, numbing everything else. For a while, you’re trapped. You let Yunho play with your body, preparing you to take him; you reassure him that you love him, and you make all the right noises when he pushes into you. But you’re not present. You can’t focus. You hear his praise through your fog, trying to latch onto that instead. 

“My doll,” he whispers against your neck like a secret prayer, “you’re everything to me, you know that?” 

The low, grounding rumble of his voice is like distant thunder. He wraps his lips around your nipple and hums like he’s content just like this. He’s not as rough as he usually is with you, you notice. Instead of forceful thrusts, he’s moving more languidly, like he’s grinding into you still. Savoring every second. It doesn’t hurt. Sure, the stretch of him always feels like the first time, but the stinging pain is absent. Somehow he feels deeper like this. The head of his cock pressing right up against your cervix is enough to pull you back up out of the haze. Your unfocused eyes finally meet his as he pushes himself up over you. He looks at you with such fondness, such desire, that it goes right between your legs, soaking his cock. He’s so fucking big it almost makes you drool. You squeeze your legs around his waist, and he smirks before leaning down to kiss your cheek once. The sunlight creates a golden halo around his head, dancing along the ends of his hair. Like your very own angel. 

“Mine…” you mumble without thinking. The word just tumbles out like you were always meant to say it. Yunho chuckles against your skin, leaving sweet little marks along your collarbones. 

“Yours, doll? Am I?” 

You whine, embarrassed now. He snaps his hips only once into you, as a warning. 

“I asked you a question, doll.” 

Quickly, you obey. “Y-yes Daddy,” 

“And are you mine?” He asks, watching you as his hips move ever so slightly faster into yours. 

“Forever,” you promise, looking up at him like nothing and nobody else exists beyond this bedroom. Yunho pecks your lips once, twice, before burying his face in your neck, marking your skin as he grinds into you. 

His hands around your wrists tighten a little whenever you clench around his cock, and he whines. The pleasure builds up slowly, much slower than usual, but no less intense. In fact, you can really feel every inch of him, and every vein that lines his cock as it drags in and out against your slick, velvet walls. Your back arches as a bolt of pleasure shoots up your spine, white-hot and powerful enough to leave you shaking like a leaf underneath him. Yunho pulls slightly away, admiring the patchwork art he’s made across your skin so far, and watching your face contort in ecstasy. 

He then straightens up even more, still slightly leaning over you to keep your wrists down. When he looks down in between you to see where the two of you are connected, his eyes nearly roll back in his head. 

“Fucking creaming all over me…” he breathes, “are you close, doll? Need me to make you cum?” 

Conditioning at its finest, you weren’t even ready to cum until he put the idea in your head that you would be allowed to if you so wanted. But now? It’s like it hits you all at once, that knot in your lower stomach tightening, burning hotter and hotter. You yelp at the intensity and suddenness of your impending climax, begging Yunho in frantic ramblings. 

“Give it to me. Give it to me, doll. You're right there, I can feel it.” 

One of his large hands releases your wrist – not that you notice, you’re already starting to float – and presses down on your lower stomach. Forcing you to feel everything, every time his cock pushes inside. Your back arches again and with your freed hand you grab onto his shoulder for stability. Anything to ground you again. Yunho grunts as he watches you try to hold on for dear life, loving the struggle. You’ve been making it so much easier to be nice to you lately, he was so proud that he didn’t have to keep orgasms from you anymore. You were so good for him. He switches the angle, kneeling closer to you, and moving your legs up onto his shoulders. He has to collect himself for a second at how tight you get like this, how you’re dripping around him. All because of him. And him only. 

He looks at the marks he left on you as he continues his pace, biting his lip as his mind fills with perverse, dark thoughts of everything he still wants to do to you. How good you’ll be, how good you’ll feel. Your pitiful whines and moans beneath him only fuel his fantasies. He closes his eyes as he edges closer and closer to the edge. 

“Cum, doll,” he says shakily, “need to feel this pussy fall apart on my cock now.” 

Your body jerks and twitches underneath him, your head thrown back against the pillows, letting him see every mark he’s left on you. Little splotchy red pieces of evidence clearly showing who you belong to. A great surge of pleasure overwhelms your senses, driving any and all remaining fear from earlier away at breakneck speeds. It washes over you, engulfing you in a warm wave of fiery bliss. You don’t realize how loud you’re being until you hear Yunho shush you, caressing your body like it was made of marble. He bites his lip, chasing his own high now. Your cries ring in his ears, motivating him to mark you in an even more possessive way, in a specially reserved place where only he is allowed to cum. Not Mingi, not anybody else. Just him. 

And he’s so god damn close. 

And you, who has just barely floated back down into something akin to consciousness, reach up to cup his cheek with your hand. He leans into your touch immediately, kissing the heel of your palm. You can tell when he’s close: his eyes flutter shut, and he gets quiet as he concentrates, his rhythm more erratic. You yearn for the small whimpers and moans that he can’t help but make whenever he comes, especially inside of you. A small, sleepy grin creeps across your face. 

“I love you, Daddy,” you whisper, looking up at him in that way that drives him absolutely crazy, “please cum inside me?” you phrase it as a question so you can pout like you’re begging for it, though you know full well he’s going to any second anyway. And he just can’t refuse you. 

His head drops as his body shudders violently, and though he tries to bite his lip to contain them, you’re able to hear him whimpering. He desperately tries to drive himself even deeper inside you, needing to feel even closer, needing to make sure not a single drop leaks out of you. A small moan falls from his lips, and it sounds so raw and unguarded, authentically him even if just for a fleeting moment. This is one of the times when he is most himself, the Yunho only you get to see. He kisses each mark he left on you, then finds your lips again. It’s deep and slow like a promise, saying so much without speaking at all. You close your eyes as warmth blooms deep in your stomach. 

He pulls out of you carefully, watching for any sign of discomfort on your face. Once removed, he quickly kisses both of your legs as he eases them back down to the bed, and leaves you alone to go wash up in the bathroom. You have no thoughts. A completely blissed out, empty mind. You can hear the birds chirping outside again, and you just focus on their songs as you lazily drift in bed. You shift your body a little to get more comfortable and you groan a little when you notice how full you feel. 

Yunho comes back in, wiping his hands on a soft white towel. He leans against the doorway for a couple minutes, just admiring you quietly. You don’t notice him yet, since your eyes are still closed. He watches with bated breath as your hands almost shyly move downward, curious to see what you were doing. You lightly drag a single finger through your wet, messy folds, collecting a few drops of his release. He nearly drops the towel entirely when he sees you bring that finger up to your mouth to taste it. To taste him. 

Oh, he’d be in your throat again very soon, you could count on that. 

But for now, he pushes himself off of the doorframe and starts cleaning you up. Wiping away spit and your fluids, occasionally pushing his cum back inside of you if it dared to leak out. Your hands reached for him with no real want to actually push him away. Though your pussy was tender and sensitive, you never minded it when he slid one of his long, thin fingers into you. He kisses you once he’s done, tasting himself on your tongue. 

“This is how it should’ve been,” he sighs as one of his hands massages your thigh, sitting on the edge of the bed, “your first time.” 

You’re not quite sure how to respond to that, but guilt crawls up your throat. The memory of that night was so distant yet so clear to you. You still remember the pain, how much you endured, the amount of training you’d received in such a short time. He’s right. This would’ve been much better for your… first time. 

“But every time can be like this, if you keep being good for me. Understand?” He prompts.

“Yes, Daddy, I understand. I wanna be good.” Your hand finds his wrist and latches onto him, bringing his hand up to your face to nuzzle against it. Just needing something to ground yourself. He allows you to for a couple minutes, letting you hold onto him until you fall asleep again. 

He has the inclination to just stay and watch you in case you have another nightmare. As if by looking at you having one he’d be able to know if it was about him or not. 

‘Miscommunication’. 

Yunho looks at your calm, sleeping body one more time. The now brightly shining daylight that managed to peek its way past the blinds made you look angelic. Innocent. Full of potential, and full of him. 

As he stands up, taking his hand back from your limp grip, he rolls his shoulders back. 

Fine. He supposes he can believe that. 

For now, at least. 

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Mingi hadn’t expected company on his walk back to the apartment building later that night. He had said his quiet, barely audible ‘goodbye’s to the staff, the dancers, and his members before slipping out of the door. He hadn’t looked anyone in the eye all day. Barely even lifted his head up, mumbled through his rap verses, stared blankly at his lunch. Wooyoung had stopped trying to engage with him or get him to laugh a couple days ago. Now he just kept his distance, avoiding him in the practice room or the KQ building in general, not asking him what coffee he wanted from the cafe down the street. Jongho stopped trying to show him memes or funny TikTok’s on his phone. Even San couldn’t get through to him, asking him whether he’d prefer if he goes in front or behind him during a choreography transition and just getting a shrug in response. It was killing him. Both of them. All of them. 

Hongjoong, meanwhile, had had it. He was never going to just let his friend and group member become distant and haunted and not try to reach out and help, but it seemed like Mingi was terrified of Yunho, down to his very bones. This had to be approached carefully. Surveillance had to be forgiven if found out by Mingi. 

Yunho was off today, wherever he was. Even when he wasn’t there, Mingi remained quiet and reserved. Retreating within himself deeper and deeper. Hongjoong, Seonghwa, and Yeosang met in the lobby of the KQ building after Mingi had left just moments ago, still in their practice clothes but adorning masks over their faces. Their hoods were pulled up or their hats covered their hair, anything to hide their identity – they couldn’t get swarmed by fans right now. Mingi would notice and he’d panic for sure. He’d start looking over his shoulder every few seconds, and the trio would have no hope to follow him successfully. Once disguised to the best of their ability, they set off after him under the cover of night, quickly spotting his tall form walking in a direction that was definitely not towards the dorms. Seonghwa took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving the back of his friend. 

They didn’t expect to have to corner him in the apartment building alleyway. 

He had noticed them in the lobby as he turned around in the elevator to punch the floor number. Yeosang particularly didn’t like how his face had turned as white as a sheet. But what they didn’t expect was for Mingi to get off the elevator and beeline towards them. 

“You need to leave,” he hissed once in earshot, pleading with them, “Please, please you need to–” 

“Mingi, what the hell is going on? Why are you– who lives here?” Hongjoong asks, ignoring his request. Every question he’s had seems to want to come out at once. 

Seonghwa, however, remains calm. “Mingi, talk to us. Please let us help–” 

But Mingi pushes past them, out of the lobby entirely and back out onto the street. They’re on his heels as they follow him outside until Hongjoong grabs the back of his shirt and drags him into the alley. 

“Please don’t make us chase you down the street,” he says, looking over his shoulder at the street for any fans with cameras, “it’s bad enough we had to drag you in here.” 

Mingi bites his lip, hard. His entire being has been screaming at him to tell his captain everything for weeks. Now it was threatening that if his voice didn’t, the truth in his head would be loud enough for Hongjoong to hear it anyway. He won’t look any of them in the eye – he can’t. Seonghwa steps a bit closer to him. 

“Mingi…” He says softly, tilting his head a little to try to catch his eye. “Please talk to us. We’re all so worried about you.” 

The most Mingi can do is remain quiet. Hope they just give up and go away, not that that was even a possibility right now. He knew they’d do anything for him, and they wanted to help him. But they couldn’t, not without getting themselves into this whole mess too. And he was not going to let that happen to them as easily as it had for him. He has to speak. Try to convince them to leave. 

“I can’t,” he mumbles, his voice barely audible, “but I need you to trust me. You need to get out of here before–” shit. He shuts up immediately, half-turning to the wall and internally cursing himself. 

“Before what?” Hongjoong asks, stepping forward too to join Seonghwa. Yeosang stays back. He looks up at the high rise building. 

Mingi’s shaking, shivering like it’s below freezing in late August. He holds himself in a tight self-hug like he may fall apart if he lets go. “Nothing,” he tries to insist, “nothing, I-I misspoke–” 

“Min,” Yeosang’s soft, deep voice cuts clear through Mingi’s ears. It quiets his racing thoughts for a blissful moment. Until he utters the next few words, “is Yunho up there?” 

With three pairs of concerned eyes on him, Mingi’s just about ready to come apart at the seams. Tell them. Tell them everything. 

He nods only once, barely noticeable amidst his shaking, but it already feels like a betrayal. One he knows he’ll answer for eventually. Somehow Yunho will know. He always knows. Paranoid, Mingi looks up in every corner of the alley for hidden cameras. He finds none, but that doesn’t ease his anxiety one bit. He’ll still know. 

The three men look at each other. It wasn’t a clear answer, nothing had been really revealed since they knew Yunho had to be involved somehow, but it was one step closer to the truth. Cold uncertainty washed over them… but they had to get to the bottom of this. Seonghwa places his hand on Mingi’s shoulder, gently pushing so he’s facing them again. 

“Talk to us,” he begs, keeping his voice calm and level, “why are you so afraid?” 

Yeosang lowers his mask, wanting to get closer to Mingi as well, but not wanting him to panic like a cornered animal. “We just want to help. We care about you, Min.” 

Hongjoong also stays back, assessing from where he stood. A lump began to form in his throat, his instincts kicking in that something was terribly wrong. This wasn’t normal behavior, no matter how big of a secret he’s keeping. Not one to easily jump to conclusions, he hopes it’s not as bad as it seems. But he’s also logical and realistic, and it’s all starting to lean towards just that bad, if not worse. 

Mingi sniffles quietly, trying to hide his face from them by keeping his head down. His fight or flight response was to freeze. Keep quiet, keep both of you safe. But it's getting harder and harder for him to fight against himself. Either way he’s fucked. If he tells them, a world of hell awaits him and you, he’s sure; if he doesn’t, he loses their trust, loses his team and his only support system who could potentially help him get out of this, talk some sense into Yunho. Moreover, if he doesn’t tell them, he loses himself. Keeping Yunho’s secret willingly makes him just as guilty, just as morally vile. And he needs help. God, does he need their help. He can’t be alone with this anymore. He rapidly finds himself spiraling in a whole new direction.  

They’re his only hope. As selfish as it makes him feel, as terrifying it is to be forced to do this now when he’s unprepared to do so, he knows it has to be now. Unbelievably, he begins to talk himself into telling the three of them. He manages to look up, at most, to Seonghwa’s chin and mouth, still unable to look them in the eyes just yet. Especially not Hongjoong. 

“I… I want to tell you,” he swallows nervously, voice shaking, “but I’d n-never forgive myself if you got involved.”  

“How would we get involved?” Yeosang asks curiously, “Just by you telling us what’s going on?” 

Mingi nods. A car passes by a little too slowly nearby so they all flatten themselves against the wall or turn their backs to the street. Once it passes, they peek over their shoulders, assessing if the coast is clear again. 

“Can we see Yunho? Or talk to him too?” Hongjoong inquires, looking up at the building. Mingi shifts his weight uncomfortably. He knows they’re not going to leave just because he asks them to, they care about him too much. He couldn't come up with a good excuse if he said 'no, you can't' either. He’s torn between love and fear – love for his group, and fear of his best friend that he loves as well. There was no telling how Yunho would react to an ambush like this, though he could say for sure that it would be rather negative, to put it lightly. 

But… if he texts him that he was followed… that’s not entirely his fault, right? Give him a chance to hide you, come up with an excuse for all this weird behavior? He’s sure Yunho’s thought of an alibi by now.

It had to be worth the risk.

Mingi squeezes his eyes shut for a moment before pulling out his phone. 

“Yeah,” he says, “I’ll let him know you’re here.” 

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Yunho had kissed your forehead while he threatened your life. 

It was obvious something was happening, and rather quickly at that, judging by how Yunho rushed to hide every piece of evidence that you had ever been there the past half year. You stood up from the couch where you’d been sitting with him just moments prior to his phone going off. A single notification had sent Yunho miles beyond calm. You were his last thing to hide, grabbing your wrist with an iron grip (as if you could go anywhere other than where he wanted you), and leading you to his closet. He held your face in his hands, making you look at him. 

“If you make a single sound until I come get you, I will make you wish you were dead. Understand?” 

It was so blunt, so outright that it shocked you, dumbly nodding your head that yes, you understood. Yunho presses his lips to your forehead, and lingers for just a moment longer before shoving you into the closet, and slamming the door in your face. 

The sudden silence startles you. For a couple seconds, you just stand there in the middle of his clothes, dumbfounded. You sit right where you stand, resting your chin on your knees on the floor, doing the only thing you can do: wait. Occupying your time by playing with the hem of Yunho’s oversized shirt you were wearing and admiring his expensive clothes that were neatly hung up above you, fails to distract you from your anxiety starting to rise again. 

After only maybe a couple minutes, a muffled, unfamiliar dinging sound rings around the apartment, and you freeze. You’d never heard it before since you’ve been here. You scoot closer to the door and press your ear against it. Yunho never said you couldn’t listen. 

You strain to hear, only picking up noises and voices every so often. You recognize Yunho’s and Mingi’s, and for a few moments, you just think it’s only them two in the apartment. Like normal. But you quickly realize there’s more than two. 

Suddenly, the world was in the apartment.  

People. Men other than Yunho and Mingi, who you’ve gotten so used to coming over now. That annoying little part of you screams at you to call for help, to yell and bang on the door to make as much noise as possible so they hear you. The part of you that has survived thus far keeps you quiet. The bottom line is, you don’t know who is in the apartment. If you made noise, Yunho could get in trouble too, and Mingi right along with him. All of them could be on Yunho’s side. You don’t know, so you don’t gamble. Instead, you eavesdrop, piecing together what you can just make out each voice saying. 

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Yunho smiles at his friends like he isn’t holding an eight-inch knife behind his back. 

The picture of normality, the poster boy for innocence. Leaning against the kitchen counter, hands behind his back casually enough that it just looks like he’s preventing the edge of the counter from digging into his tailbone. It was only precautionary; just in case the truth came out and one of them did anything stupid… like try to help you leave. Mingi stays behind his friends, head down and quiet as ever. He knows Yunho’s looking at him, dead straight on at him. Through him, even. 

The questions start slowly, after basic greetings were over with and the initial shock began to settle.

“So you just have a whole apartment that you’ve kept secret from us? Why?” Hongjoong asks, looking around at the interior like something was going to pop out at any moment. Yunho only shrugs. 

“I have my reasons,” he says, eyes flickering over to Yeosang, whose mouth runs dry. Seonghwa’s jaw tenses, not appreciating the indirect jab to Yeosang. “Why don’t you tell them, Min? Since you brought them here, you must want them to know.” 

Like a little kid, Mingi holds onto the hem of Seonghwa’s hoodie for any semblance of comfort. Regret runs rampant through his veins, saturating his bones. With all eyes now on Mingi, Hongjoong, luckily, intervenes. 

“I’m asking you. We're here because we're worried about you. The group is worried about you – hell, the whole company is worried about you. Personally, I don’t care who starts telling us the truth anymore, as long as I finally hear some answers and we can work on a solution now.” 

“Sounds like I’m quite the problem,” Yunho muses, his playful demeanor slowly fading. “Would you like me to apologize for that?” 

“Don’t,” Yeosang speaks up, rather bravely, “this isn’t about blaming you or anyone else. We all noticed your strange behavior a while ago, and we let it go, let you have your privacy. But now it’s affecting all of us. We’re scared of you, Yun. Your best friend is terrified of you. Do you realize that? Is that what you want?”  

“So, what?” Yunho chuckles without humor, rolling his shoulders back, “Is this my intervention?” 

Seonghwa steps closer, “Yeah, you know what? It is. So cut the bullshit, Yunho. Tell us what’s going on.” 

The words hang suspended in the air for an agonizing moment. Then Yunho smirks, his hand flexing around the knife behind his back. 

“‘Kay,” He says in a slightly higher tone. Mingi tenses behind Seonghwa, pulling on his hoodie so hard it was almost choking him. He looks over the eldest man’s shoulder at his best friend, who was already burning his gaze through him. 

Yeosang looks between Yunho and Mingi, at the private conversation they seem to be having just via eye contact. 

“Min, go get her.” 

“‘Her’?” Hongjoong asks, bewildered. Seonghwa looks over his shoulder at Mingi, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. But Mingi is back on autopilot again. Just like what they had seen at KQ, when Yunho told Mingi to do something, it was like he became a sleeper agent, his body dropping everything and obeying. Hongjoong makes a clipped noise once Mingi starts walking towards the hallway, “The hell–”  

Seonghwa pulls the collar of his hoodie away from his throat, suddenly needing more room to breathe. 

‘Her’.

You. 

Still in the closet with your ear against the door, you clearly hear footsteps coming into the bedroom. They sound nothing like Yunho’s. You scramble backwards, trying to think fast. With shaking hands, you drag his laundry basket up against the door, as if that could stop whoever is in the apartment from coming in. Still, the effort was made, and hopefully Yunho will see that. You wonder if he’s alright. 

“Y/N?” 

Mingi. 

You press your back against the door, as quiet as a mouse. Your heart pounds against your ribs, and you can hear each beat reverberating around your skull. You hear him stepping on the wood flooring, stopping right outside the closet door. 

“Y/N…?” He calls your name more quietly, like he knows you’re in there now and is just trying to get you to answer him. But you know better. Yunho’s threat was clear. Mingi waits, giving you a chance to open the door yourself. When you don’t, like he knew you wouldn’t, he opens the door himself, initially confused at how hard it is to get open. He looks down and sees the laundry basket, and you, peeking over it and pressed against the door as well. 

“Hi,” he says softly, as if trying not to scare you. 

‘Hi’, you mouth back, craning your neck slightly to look up at him. Once again, you find a loophole in Yunho's rules. 

“Yunho wants me to bring you out, um… into the living room. Our friends are here.” 

You shake your head, ‘Yunho’, you mouth again, pointing at yourself, hoping he understands. Mingi looks behind him for a moment. When he turns back to you, you both jolt at the sudden sound of Yunho’s voice. 

“Did you get lost?” His tone is so relaxed, it almost startles you. Mingi steps fully into the closet to help you up onto your feet before pulling you behind him, out towards the living room. 

Three unfamiliar faces all stare back at you in varying degrees of surprise. Each of them just as breathtakingly beautiful as the next. All of them are silent. You can almost see their brains trying to figure out who you are, why you look familiar, what you’re doing here. On your right, face like stone, is Yunho. You cower a little, slowing your pace behind Mingi.  

One of the men you recognize from a picture Yunho had showed you a while ago, from when they had gone to America last. You think his name is Yeosang. He backs up against the wall, like you're a lion that's been brought out to kill them. You look down again, avoiding all five pairs of eyes on you. It was just like how it had been with Mingi: if you look at them, you’ll only scare them further. 

Mingi sits you down on the couch, and you absentmindedly try to pull Yunho’s shirt down to cover your thighs more. At least you were wearing something, though. You don’t think you could’ve handled the humiliation of meeting all three of them while stark naked. Not that preserving your humility is one of Yunho’s main concerns. 

Still, you make no sound. You sit properly, shoulders square and back, chin and eyes down, hands folded in your lap. A beautiful, empty doll. 

“One of you better explain this.” Hongjoong’s voice shakes, though he tries to hide it. 

Yunho, still way too nonchalant about this, shrugs again. “She’s mine.” 

You almost get deja vu from a couple weeks ago on Mingi’s birthday. It was almost exactly the same, except you weren’t tied or blindfolded, and there were three of them now. Your throat dried when you recalled what that had led to. But Yunho didn’t seem all too thrilled for them to be there.  

You let yourself go numb again, letting them talk. It was a matter of waiting until Yunho got whatever he wanted, as usual. 

“‘Yours’,” Seonghwa repeats, his tone flat, “as in…?” But Yunho doesn’t explain further. 

“She kinda looks like…” Yeosang whispers to himself, just voicing his thoughts. Hongjoong sits on the opposite couch, expression unreadable. He’s no longer staring at you, instead he glares at Yunho. 

“Yunho,” he says, voice steadier now, “give me a straight answer, please. Who is this?” 

Yunho glances at you. Then he looks back at Hongjoong. 

“My girlfriend.” He says it so matter-of-factly, Mingi chokes on his surprise. Even you react, your eyes snapping up to look at him. 

Girlfriend?? 

Was that what you were? You supposed so. You just… never really thought about your relationship with him as being that. Or maybe that’s how Yunho viewed it all this time? It takes all your and Mingi’s willpower to not gawk at him. 

The tension in the room breaks only a little as the semi-harmless word saturates the room. Hongjoong and Seonghwa look at each other as if to ask, ‘are we believing this? Is that really all that’s happening here?’

“This is her place. She and Mingi are good friends, that’s why he comes over all the time,” Yunho answers a bit vaguely, albeit only you and Mingi know that, “I wasn’t ready to tell you about her yet, and Mingi and I got into a rather big argument about it that spiraled into something bigger. Please understand I’ll keep the details of that fight private, as that’s just between me and him. But that might explain the odd tension between us recently. He was coming over today to talk about it, actually.” 

Mingi could’ve died of shock. He flashes back to Yunho shoving him up against the bedroom door on that first night. The hellfire in his eyes whenever he toed the line even a little bit.  

He guesses Yunho really was a natural born actor. 

“Why here?” Seonghwa asks. 

“Privacy,” Yunho answers, once again glancing at Yeosang. It was really starting to unnerve the poor boy. Seonghwa nods, but his face still keeps that same puzzled look. “Like I said, I wasn’t ready to let anyone know yet. But, I guess I’m telling you now.” 

It was both impressive and frightening how convincing he was. Mingi watches his three friends slowly digest the lie they’ve been given. Gazes were thrown every which way between them, to you, to Yunho, to Mingi and back again, trying to piece together this explanation until Hongjoong finally speaks again. 

“Mingi… is this true?” 

He doesn’t need to look at Yunho to feel his eyes boring holes into him. He doesn’t need to be told what to say. 

“Yes,” but it’s a stiff, flat, emotionless word. He looks up to see their reactions and almost recoils when he sees Yeosang. He isn’t convinced. Not one bit. Mercifully, though, he says nothing. 

For a while, no one speaks. No one quite knows what to say, to be honest. 

Except Yunho, of course. “Well, let’s not talk about her like she isn’t here, okay? Baby, tell them your name.” 

You quickly clear your throat, nervously glancing up at Mingi, who avoids looking at you. You mumble your name and offer a small wave to them, a blush burning across your cheeks. To them, it just comes across like you’re shy, understandably uncomfortable being put in the middle of this. But all three of them can’t shake this persistent feeling of familiarity when they look at you. 

“Tell them a little about yourself.” Yunho smiles. 

It’s a cruel thing to ask you, really. You don’t know anything about yourself anymore, only what he has wanted you to be for him. Nothing in this apartment is really yours; anything bought for you by Yunho could easily be taken away at the drop of a hat, like a parent punishing a little kid by taking their toys away. But they all stare at you, awaiting an answer that you no longer remember. Rather smartly, you try to remember all the things Yunho has brought home for you or things you two do together to concoct a convincingly normal answer.  

“I, um… I like movies and cooking and um… my journal,” you look up towards Yunho as you continue, “Clothes, makeup… indoor stuff, mostly.” Yunho nods once. You answered well. A relief lifts itself off your shoulders. They notice. 

“She spends a lot of time in bed, don’t you, baby?” 

Mingi abruptly stops breathing. He listens to you stutter a response, affirming Yunho’s words as he grabs the back of the couch to ground himself. 

God, he thinks so loudly he’s afraid for a second that he said it out loud. 

“We all do, don’t we?” Yunho continues, smirking at Mingi, who is about ready to just keel over at the moment. 

Not again, he begs inwardly. Don’t do this to them too. 

The three strangers steal glances at you still, all with varying expressions of confusion. The one sitting down, with the wavy dark brown hair, very closely rivals Yunho in intensity. His authoritative aura was about ten feet taller than he was. You avoid looking at him the most. 

“What do you mean?” Asks Seonghwa, who’s been keeping an eye on Mingi for the past few minutes. He isn’t sure he wants to know the answer, though.  

There’s a small clatter behind Yunho as he drops something into the sink and he takes his time walking over to you. 

“I mean,” he says sitting down next to you, placing a possessive hand on your knee, “sometimes I let Mingi play with her too.” 

You bet you could hear a pin drop in this room right now. Hongjoong tries to keep his expressions under control as he looks at Mingi for confirmation. 

“So… Min are you also dating–?” 

Yunho is a little too quick to amend Hongjoong, “Oh no, no, no. Mingi has privileges, but she belongs to me.” 

“Okay, well, we don’t really need to hear this, that’s none of our business,” Seonghwa runs a hand through his hair, exasperatedly and a little embarrassed. “We get it.” 

“You asked.” Yunho reminds him, flatly. 

Within the rather awkward beat that follows, one of the men is lost in thought. 

‘Mine’. ‘Belongs to me’. Those words stand out to Yeosang, who stays quiet in the corner. There’s just something sinister that lies beneath them. They weren’t uncommon for a boyfriend to use when laying claim over their girlfriend, he guesses, but… it was the way he said it like you were his divine right. Like you had no other choice. Property, he realizes. That’s what it sounds like. Yeosang isn’t stupid, and he isn’t buying this story. However, he knows that inside every lie is a glimpse of the truth. He just has to figure out what that truth may be. He didn’t think Hongjoong or Seonghwa were really truly believing the story either, not in the way they kept exchanging looks with each other, or how they still haven’t physically relaxed even after Yunho gave his explanation. No, if they did, they’d be more outwardly happy for him. This was still a game they were playing, an illusion Yunho wanted them all to believe in. 

He stares at the sink, wondering what dropped into it when Yunho had moved away. When he looks over to you, he sees you looking at it as well. He wonders if you know what it was. If you know something they should. 

The longer he looks at you, the more familiar you seem to him. 

“Should we leave? Let you guys make up?” asks Hongjoong. 

“Oh, no! No, I think we understand each other now, don’t we, Min?” Yunho grins up at his friend, who nods like he’s being held at gunpoint, “You guys should stay! Get to know each other.” 

The artificial tone in his voice unnerves Seonghwa to no end. But again, there was really no reason to not trust his groupmate… someone who had never lied to him or any of the others before. At least, he doesn’t think so. 

Seonghwa stands, followed by Hongjoong, “Maybe another time, I think you guys really need to–.” 

“Stay,” implores Mingi, trying to not be obvious that he’s begging them not to leave him, “we’re good… right, Yun?” he pats Yunho’s shoulder stiffly from behind the couch. He feels sick to his stomach asking them to stay with him. Selfish, selfish, selfish, knowing just what will happen if they stay. And when they find out the truth about who you really are, and what this situation really is, they’d never forgive him. 

Yunho looks over at him for just a second too long, too long to be casual. Most people, when asked a question, don’t size up the inquirer like a hunter looking through his scope before answering. 

“Sure,” He smiles without any warmth. His grip on your knee tightens ever so slightly. 

Seonghwa and Hongjoong hesitate, picking up on their friend’s subtle plea. They look back to Yeosang to gauge his reaction, but find the same slightly puzzled, hesitant look they know they both have as well. Hongjoong shifts his weight. All of them were off tomorrow… 

He glances back at Mingi, still looking at them all like they’re his last hope. 

“Okay,” Hongjoong decides, “as long as you’re sure.”    

Yunho lights up. “Perfect!” He says, his hand trailing higher up your leg. Yeosang’s eyes can’t help but be drawn to them. He notices a specific mark on your thigh that he’s definitely seen before. 

“Min, can you order food for us? I’m starving,” Yunho requests, leaning back and lazily resting his arm along the back of the couch. “Are you hungry, baby?” 

“Yes, Daddy.” You nod, saying it quietly so only he can hear you. The corner of his mouth twitches. He pats your leg twice. 

“Okay, baby. We’ll get barbecue, if that sounds good to everyone.” He says. Everyone nods in agreement, Seonghwa’s stomach even taking this time to grumble a little. The mood somewhat lifts then, all involved happy to find something to release tension toward by light laughter. And the promise of food arriving soon also helps. 

Mingi goes back on autopilot as he takes his phone out and places the order, getting everyone’s requests. He doesn’t bother asking you – he knows you’ll eat whatever Yunho thinks you should eat, and he’ll order it for you. Once the order is on its way, Mingi flops down into the reclining chair, ready to remain silent for the rest of the night as impending doom sinks in. 

The conversation while everyone waits for the food is light, mainly small talk, and introducing themselves to you, formally. You don’t offer any opinions or comments about anything, and you don’t look at any of them either. Hongjoong can’t help but find this odd, but again, you may just be insanely shy. There must be something about you that Yunho wanted to keep all to himself for as long as possible. 

It’s during dinner that the atmosphere takes a slight turn. Sat cramped around the dining table,  Seonghwa and Yeosang both notice you’re not eating – and not just that, Yunho didn’t give you anything in the first place. Not even a plate. 

“Y/N,” Seonghwa, sitting next to you, gets your attention in a soft voice, below the rest of the group’s conversation, “are you not hungry?” 

But Yunho hears it, and is quick to interject, “She is. But she’ll eat later.” He side-eyes you and you nod, eyes downcast at your lap. 

It’s a correction. A small one, in the grand scheme of things, but a correction nonetheless. And you know why you’re getting one: you had tried to hide his title from his friends out of embarrassment. Not very perfect of you. However, if you had called him Yunho, that would’ve earned you a major correction for sure. You know minor ones like this are tolerated by Yunho as long as you don’t complain (like you ever would), and they don’t happen often (working on it). But still, you tried to avoid them. 

So, though your stomach ached with hunger, and it felt somewhat torturous to smell and see all the delicious food just inches from you, you know there are worse things. You watch Seonghwa’s plate in particular, wondering when the last time he ate was, the way he’s finishing dishes left and right, then going back in for more. Hongjoong and Yeosang both pick at their food, gazes shifting across the room every so often, adding to the conversation Yunho’s leading whenever they feel it's appropriate to. Yeosang sits across from you – on purpose. Mingi, though he has a full meal in front of him, is not eating either. Not much, anyway. You think you see him finish his rice, but other than that, nothing else. And though the intake of food varied, the ingestion of Yunho’s soju reserve was about equal for all except you, Yeosang, and Yunho. You didn’t have any, Yeosang had about three shots in him, while Yunho had about four or five shots until he felt any minor effects. Mingi was drinking like it was water, downing about two and a half bottles rather quickly. 

Eventually, once the plates clear, courtesy of Mingi who was ‘volunteered’ to do so by Yunho, the group relaxes a bit. Amidst the casual conversation and occasional light-hearted jokes and laughter caused by the soju, you steal glances at Mingi’s back as he washes the dishes. Just checking in on him, as he seems rather on edge – even more so than usual. Not to mention, now increasingly intoxicated. He had paused for a long time once he looked into the sink, unmoving like something would bite him if he did move.  

Yeosang, being almost as sober as you, scrolls on his phone, looking intently for something. He’s been on his phone since dinner, you realize. He must really need to locate whatever it is he’s trying to find. You snap back into focus when you hear Hongjoong ask you something. 

“So Y/N,” he says, his speech slightly slurred, “how did you and Yunho meet?” 

Um… 

You blank. Looking to Yunho for help, he simply gestures for you to answer. Nervously, you buy yourself some time by giggling, as if recalling some funny or nostalgic memory of your first meeting. Did you even remember that? You feel like you’ve just been thrown into open water.

“Well we met at um… a cafe in Incheon. We got similar orders, and I wasn’t paying attention so I grabbed his instead. We ended up talking for an hour at the cafe once we got ourselves sorted and…” It flows so naturally, you wonder if what you’re saying is actually what happened, “I don’t know, I’ve just never seen anyone as beautiful or kind-hearted as him, so I was, um, intrigued.” 

You think that it’s true… you can easily imagine it happening, and the visual it conjures up in your mind seems all too real, like it actually happened to you before. You remember the oversized sweater he wore to beat the cold, his face covered by a mask and thin, tortoise-shell glasses, your hands brushing as you exchanged coffees. He had made you laugh. He acted like he was the one who grabbed the wrong order in the first place, apologizing to you multiple times and offering to buy you a pastry to make up for the inconvenience, only to return to you with two. Between sips of coffee, and small bites of your chocolate croissant, the two of you had found a table in the corner after finding out both of you had nothing planned for the rest of the day. ‘I guess it’s our lucky day’ he had said, making you laugh and agree with him, blushing into the steam of your drink. 

It started from there.   

“Of course Yunho would find a girlfriend via meet-cute,” Seonghwa says playfully, breaking you out of your memory, “how fitting.” 

Hongjoong groans and you blush, sneaking another glance at Yunho, wondering if he wants you to continue. He only very slightly nods, signaling to you that you did well and you didn’t have to keep talking. You go right back to being quiet, where it’s safe. Hongjoong and Yunho banter as you lean into him a little. He lets you hold his hand. It feels… normal. Having friends over, eating dinner with them, laughing and talking about nothing at all, letting the night develop naturally. Your heart aches, though you’re not exactly sure why. 

The content feeling is shattered somewhat when Yeosang stands up abruptly, his phone locked in his grip. 

“I–I need to go to the bathroom,” he says hurriedly, yet he doesn’t move, staring at his phone as his cheeks flush pink. 

“Okay…? You can just go, you don’t need my permission, Sangie.” Yunho laughs. 

Bullshit, Mingi thinks, drying the plate in his hands as slowly as possible. 

You watch him leave, following the direction Yunho is pointing towards and shutting himself in the guestroom bathroom. Seonghwa, slightly swaying already, laughs it off and makes a joke about Yeosang finding the meet-cute too sickeningly sweet. Hongjoong and Yunho join in on the laughter, adding little quips of their own. You still watch the bathroom door, visible from where you sat, wondering what Yeosang had finally found. 

Yunho pats your knee and excuses himself after about a minute, ‘just for a moment’ he claims, going into his own bedroom. You faintly hear his laptop starting up and you know he’s gonna be gone for more than ‘just a moment’. He’ll be away until after Yeosang comes back. You wonder if Yeosang will notice the camera in there, or if he’s noticed the miscellaneous ones around the apartment. 

Yeosang doesn’t. For now, at least. His fingers are flying, creating a group chat with himself, Hongjoong, and Seonghwa, typing out rapid-fire messages. 

[Sangie]: wonder why she looks familiar?? 

[Sangie]: Attachment: 3 Photos & 1 Video

[Sangie]: it’s the same girl 

[Sangie]: we just thought it was someone random he was sending us but it’s her 

He had to dig to find the messages, even if the ones he was looking for were from a little more than a month ago in late July. There had been a group chat created with the group members, more specifically a ‘NSFW’ chat. Yunho had surprised everyone by being bold enough to send pictures and two or three videos of you. He never showed your face, keeping the camera from the mouth down, but everything else was on full display. Most of everything sent was of you sleeping with nothing on, blissfully unaware of your being photographed or filmed – captioned as a smug ‘morning after’ piece of evidence by Yunho. Most of the many videos sent had been at a weird angle, high above and a bit more farther away, like it was up on a shelf or something. The one Yeosang sent this new group chat was of you two, only lasting about a minute and edited so your face wasn’t shown, giving whoever watched it a side-profile view of Yunho eating you out until you came. The hair color was the same, the distinct mark on your leg matched up, even when you spoke it gave Yeosang a hint. He thought of how in every video, you called Yunho ‘Daddy’, and how at first he had found it weird. And then hot. The very first thing you said, he knew he had heard your voice before. 

Hongjoong texts back first. 

[Joong]: … 

[Joong]: why tf would he send us shit like that of his girlfriend?? 

[Hwa⭐]: oh wtf– 

[Hwa⭐]: well. im a bit embarrassed now

[Hwa⭐]: definitely got off to those once or twice

[Sangie]: same… 

[Joong]: great we’re all guilty 😭

[Sangie]: do we say anything?

[Hwa⭐]: 👀

[Joong]: privately yes

“Fuckin’ hell…” Yeosang leans against the counter, staring at the texts for a moment longer. Another confrontation to look forward to. Sighing, he turns his phone off and exits the bathroom, steeling himself to see you again. He feels like he’s already seen too much, and he has a feeling you had no idea you were being filmed like that, or at least that that media was being sent to six strangers.   

How the hell can they even bring it up? ‘Thanks for dinner, Yunho, oh by the way did you send these nude pics of your girlfriend to us without her knowing?’? Sounds great. Yeosang avoids eye contact with anyone as he returns to the living room, sitting next to Hongjoong. 

“Where’s Yunho?” He asks the room. 

“He went to her room I think. Their room? I don’t know.” 

You suddenly become very interested in your nails, turning your hands over in your lap. It had been an awkward few minutes after Yunho left, leaving you by yourself with Hongjoong and Seonghwa. Mingi was no help, silent as the grave, but would offer you small glances that managed to comfort you a little. The two men across from you had been on their phones for the majority of the time anyway. Exactly as you predicted, Yunho came in a couple seconds after Yeosang. 

“Sorry, I forgot to upload something Maddox asked for,” he excuses, “did you guys talk at all?” 

“No, Da–” You say, this time louder, but you get interrupted by one of the boys. 

“Yun, can I actually steal you for a second?” Hongjoong pipes up, shooting you a quick apologetic look for interrupting you. Yunho pauses for a split second. 

“Why?” He asks bluntly. 

Hongjoong stutters a little, not expecting to need to give him a reason, “I– I just need to talk to you about something private.” 

Yunho drops down next to you, his arm draping across the back of the couch again, and he rests his foot on his opposite knee. He wasn’t moving anywhere anytime soon. “You can say it, I’m open,” 

And there’s that same tension again. Mingi sits up a little, glancing between you and Yunho, and his three friends with the same awkward expression. 

“You recognize her?” Yunho asks casually. Mingi nearly has a heart attack, thinking he means something else entirely. 

Yeosang clears his throat before speaking, “Yeah, um. From the group chat.” 

Mingi hates to admit that a relief lifted from his shoulders once hearing that. You look at Yunho. ‘The group chat’? You were known in a group chat? 

“We uh… well we had no idea it was your girlfriend you were letting us… see.” Hongjoong says delicately, sneaking a glimpse of your reaction. He can definitely see the air of confusion surrounding you and he feels awful. 

But you stay quiet. You don’t demand to know what was in the group chat, you don’t ask to see it, you don’t pull away from his side, you don’t do anything. In fact, besides looking at Yunho, you barely react at all. You were so… submissive to everything. 

“And now you do,” Yunho says, matter-of-factly. His hand returns to your thigh, higher up this time, “isn’t she prettier in person?” 

The three of them nearly choke, unsure of how to respond. 

“Well, yes,” Seonghwa admits, a bit more loose from the soju than the others, “but that’s not–” 

“Would you all stop worrying so much? She doesn’t mind letting people see her like that. Why do you think we let Mingi join sometimes?” Yunho grins lazily, enjoying their reactions. “Right, baby? You like it, right?” 

There was no one going to interrupt you now. 

“Yes, Daddy, I-I like it.” You say it clearly, but your cheeks burn once you hear their breaths all hitch in their throats.  

“You like being shared?” He prompts, slowly pulling your leg towards him, parting your legs. 

“Yunho–” Hongjoong tries to interject, but cuts himself off once you speak again. 

You swallow dryly, avoiding everyone's gaze, “Yes, Daddy… I like being shared.” 

Mingi is as stiff as a board, unable to do anything but watch in horror, like a car accident he knows he can’t stop from happening. Yunho hums, his hand now dangerously close to your core. 

“What do you think of my friends, baby?” He asks, leaning closer to you, knowing you’re getting shy but also very wet. You shift a little, legs twitching a little as your body naturally reacts to him. 

“I…” your eyes flicker up to meet his, “they’re nice,” 

Yunho smirks, “Yeah? What else? Do you think they’re attractive?” 

Your blush deepens, but you nod anyway. 

“Think they’ll be fun to play with?” His fingers just barely graze over your pussy, wanting nothing more than to finger you until you cry right in front of his friends. But that can wait. 

“Yes, Daddy…” you admit, voice breathy as your mind runs rampant with potential images of how the night will unfold. Yunho hums, pressing his fingers a little harder against you, knowing he has a shocked, yet hungry audience in front of him. 

“What do you think, guys?” He turns to his friends, holding back a laugh as he sees the looks on their faces, “My girl would really love to play with you.” 

Hongjoong adjusts his pants a little, trying to be subtle. Yeosang is just dumbfounded, clearly not expecting this to occur after they asked him about the messages he sent them. 

“I don’t know, I mean… we just met her.” Says Seonghwa, though he can’t tear his gaze away from Yunho’s hand on you.  

“Has that stopped you before?” Yunho tilts his head innocently, recalling other texts and images in that chat of his friends’ excursions with one night stands in the past.  

That gives them pause, they can’t exactly be hypocrites now. The three of them exchange glances, engaging in a silent conversation. This night was certainly not going the way they imagined it would whatsoever. Never would they have predicted what has been revealed, what was unfolding before them, and what is still in store. 

But Mingi knows all too well. His memories torment him, the guilt permeating his very bones. He’d been persuaded so easily, even when he knew the truth. Well… threatened morelike. He tries to meet Hongjoong’s or Yeosang’s eyes, to try to direct his attention to a hidden camera near him, but none of them are paying attention to him. 

Yunho lifts your shirt a little, so it’s out of the way. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip, squirming under his touch, aching for more as you watch his hands. 

“I trust you guys,” Yunho adds, “I know you’ll treat her well… but it’s up to you.” 

The silence from them is deafening, but not offensive. It’s just really not what they were expecting to happen from their plan of following Mingi. Seonghwa has an unreadable expression, but a definite fire in his eyes, his jaw tense.

“I’d need to hear it from her,” Yeosang says, “before we do anything.”

He doesn’t quite realize how easy that would be, all Yunho has to do is look at you and you’ll say it. You’ll say anything if it helps Yunho get his way. You’re determined to be perfect tonight, no matter what, even though you’re a bit overwhelmed at the moment… you were overwhelmed with just two, and now you were faced with double that. But thinking often leads you nowhere, or gets you in trouble. Your stomach growls. 

“Please? I need it…” You ask in a voice so soft, so innocent, they immediately want to give you anything you ask for. You speak to the alcohol in their systems. Mingi subconsciously holds his breath. Yunho smiles, proudly. He turns your face to his and kisses you deep. To really sell it, you whine into his mouth, grinding your hips up to meet his hand. You’re a natural performer now. One of the three stifles a low sound, the other two starting to breathe heavily.  

And Yunho knows he got them right where he wants them. 

He breaks away from you, pecking your lips one more time before standing up. With an expression that says ‘I knew you would agree’ towards the three men, he takes your hand to help you stand from the couch. You wobble a little, still feeling the shocks from his hands touching you just seconds prior. 

“Okay…” Hongjoong breathes. Seonghwa exhales slowly, his once bright boba-like eyes now darkening ever so subtly. Yeosang still remains quiet, but nods along, completely under your spell. 

Yunho glances at the hidden cameras with a sick, wicked grin, “Go wait for us in the bedroom, baby.” 

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If Yunho thought that sending Mingi to the guestroom to sit this one out was a harsh retaliation, he’d be wrong. Quite the opposite. He’d nearly cried from joy when he checked his phone to see what Yunho had sent him. Mingi had made an excuse to the other guys that he was just tired and would only crowd the room, quickly exiting and shutting the door behind him, sinking down to the floor with his back against it. His headphones lay just barely within reach on the corner edge of the bed, and he fumbles with them in the dark trying to find the noise cancellation button on the side of them. For a while, he didn’t even listen to music. The blackout of all sound soothed him, quieted his thoughts, made him completely numb. He hugs his knees, resting his chin on one of them as his mind wanders, taking no particular path. 

Staring into the dark, it’s easy to conjure up images. Memories. Pleasant memories of his family, his childhood, debut, tours, exploring different cities with his closest friends, all mix together in an unchronological, chromatic montage. They blur and combine, blending in conjunction one after another. Like this, he can pretend he’s somewhere else, somewhere kinder. This is how he’s been able to stay somewhat sane the past few weeks since his birthday. The guilt is still there, ever present and loud, but to avoid a full mental-breakdown, he needs to shut off. It’s nice for a while. But once a – albeit muffled – small, high-pitched sound sneaks past his headphones, he forces himself to get up and grab his laptop. He’ll get in bed and focus on producing or listen to music loud enough to make his phone send him an alert, warning him against the volume level. If he’s lucky, he’ll fall asleep with the headphones on and he’ll be blissfully audibly unaware. But he knows. He knows exactly what’s happening past the living room and down the hall. Part of him thinks he should force himself to listen. It’s his fault that they’re about to become trapped and blackmailed just like him. They already are though, all of them if he thought about it – being sent explicit images of a missing girl and doing nothing about it? Oof. 

Would ‘we had no idea’ hold up in court? Doubtful. It’d be more convincing if he went to the police and actually did something about it, then their excuse could be looked at with a bit more sympathy. 

His mind tries to make him think of you, but he runs a hand through his hair as if wiping the thought away. He had researched your case when the shock of the hidden cameras eventually wore off back in his actual room at the dorm he lived in with Seonghwa and San. Since then, Mingi looked at you and saw crime scene tape. He saw old news broadcasts, images of your family crying on television, the police’s lack of witnesses; the last person to see you being an overworked college student on the overnight shift at a convenience store who had no strong memory of anything of the night you disappeared. You had bought ice cream for you and Yunho on your way to see him. It was meant as a surprise for him. Little did you know he had one waiting for you too. 

Mingi tries to think about any signs in Yunho that he may have overlooked. Anything that could’ve warned him in advance to his psyche, but comes up short. There was nothing blatantly obvious. Maybe it had been simmering just underneath the surface the whole time he’s known him, something sinister within his protective nature. And that’s the thing: they’ve been together for so long, day after day, it would be almost impossible to pinpoint specific, small details when he didn’t even know to look for them until recently. 

He clicks on an old project, adjusting his headphones to fit a bit better over his ears. As the muffled sounds gradually increase, so did the volume on his laptop. A couple of times while he tries to concentrate on the track, he has to remind himself to stop clenching his jaw. He has half a mind to lock the door in case Yunho changes his mind and wants him there too. 

Unknowingly though, he’s safe for the night. Yunho’s busy holding you down as Seonghwa eats you out. Inspired, no doubt, from the video Yeosang sent the group chat. 

You’re lying up against Yunho’s chest, his arms wrapped around your middle, holding you tight to his body. He lets you hold Hongjoong’s hand as they both watch Seonghwa turn you into a whining mess. Yeosang sits on the other side of the bed, having barely moved nor made a sound the whole time, but nonetheless interested in what was happening in front of him. It was rather unclear whether or not he’ll actually participate or just watch, but you secretly hope he will. You kind of wanted him to use those muscular arms against you. 

“Look at him,” Yunho chuckles, nuzzling his cheek against yours, “poor boy’s pussy-drunk already.” 

It’s a bit unclear if Seonghwa’s face goes red because he’s blushing or because he’s drunk, but it’s probably both. But he ignores Yunho and nips the inside of your thigh, and you jerk away from him, only for him to hook his arms around your legs and pull you back to his mouth. Besides, he wasn’t ashamed that he basically begged Yunho to let him go down on you, admitting he wanted a taste ever since he saw the video. 

“She tastes so fucking good,” he whispers against you, but speaking to Yunho like you’re not there. Like you had no conscience to hear and register it anyway. There had been ground rules discussed beforehand: they were not allowed to talk directly to you, if they had anything to say they said it to Yunho; you may only refer to them as ‘Sir’, and not their actual names; and no coming inside of you. The last one was the biggest rule of all.  

Seonghwa lets himself let go just for a moment, holding you in an ironlike grip, and pushing his long tongue into you, making your whole body tense and shiver. Though his hands are rather rough, his tongue is soft against your core. His plush lips ease any discomfort or tenderness you feel. 

Yunho leans down and begins to suck dark love bites onto your neck. You instinctively try to close your legs around Seonghwa’s head but he quickly digs his nails into your thighs and pushes them farther apart. Not intending to hurt you, but rather like a cat on your lap whose claws have gotten too long. 

He focuses all his attention on your clit, alternating between flattening his tongue, direct hard kitten licks and sucking on it. He then inhales sharply, grabs the back of your knees and pushes them towards your chest, folding you in half. He buries his face in your pussy and you scream at the intense feeling. The constant, slight nudge of his nose against your clit makes you feel borderline insane. 

And he’s whining. 

He whines like he’s the one getting immense pleasure from his actions. As if listening to you feel good was enough to get him off as well. 

“Sir, oh my god–” you cry. Your legs start shaking, signalling to everyone that you’re about to cum. Seonghwa attacks your clit with renewed vigour, eyebrows furrowed in concentration and determination to make you cum again. He slips two fingers into you and starts sliding them in and out, crooking them just right, using his spit to help ease them inside. 

“Need her to cum for me,” he moans against your pussy, his other hand now gripping his still-clothed cock, “please, I need to taste her.”   

As if he had to ask. You pull his hair as your body locks up and he moans, making his lips vibrate around your clit. You cum for him in waves of pleasure that seem neverending. Seonghwa laps up everything you give him and shakes from touching himself as well. He hums against you like he’s praising you, kissing your clit. You don’t notice one of Yunho’s arms leaving you, moving farther down. 

After a moment, as he continues, your pussy starts to pulse from overstimulation so you gently tug at Seonghwa’s hair again. “I-I’m sensitive, sir…please,” 

Seonghwa makes a noise but doesn’t stop. Hongjoong squeezes your hand a bit harder, and you find him palming himself, eyes glued to your core where Seonghwa continues licking you. 

Seonghwa whimpers and tries to jerk free of Yunho’s grasp. 

Ah. 

Yunho. 

Of course. 

Yunho has a death grip on the back of Seonghwa’s neck, holding him down so he can’t move away from your pussy. But truth be told, you didn’t think he would move under any circumstance if it were just you and him. You fear he really could be prone to pussy-drunkenness, and would stay down, eat you out, for hours if he so wanted to. It was clear that today, however, he wanted to go easy on you. He wasn’t expecting there to be a next time, while you and Yunho knew there would be.    

“Come on, Hwa,” Yunho taunts, “you wanted to taste her so bad, you’re gonna stop at one time? Thought you were a gentleman.” 

Seonghwa whines and looks up at you apologetically before he continues to drag his tongue through your wet folds. He buries his fingers into you again, stroking them in a ‘come hither’ motion, which makes your back arch. Every swipe of his tongue both hurts and gets you closer to the edge. He drags his teeth against your clit and you nearly yank his hair out, a sharp jolt of pleasure-pain shooting through you. You cry out, pressing the back of your other hand to your mouth. You try to subtly move your hips back and away from him but he follows you, his tongue not on you for only a split second of relief before it’s being shoved back inside you again.

“Keep going, Hwa.” Hongjoong says, captivated by the sight. You squeeze his hand hard in silent retaliation, but he just gives you a half-heartedly apologetic look. 

Yunho wraps a hand around your throat, “Now now, doll, he’s trying so hard to make you feel good, just let him taste you for as long as he wants.” 

You remove your hand from your mouth to let him see you pouting up at him. He mocks you by pouting back, his thumb pressing into your neck a little harder. Seonghwa brings his thumb to your clit, rubbing in quick hard circles as he starts tongue-fucking you. You’re bordering on screaming, the pleasure way too much, and your legs shake violently.  

“Gonna cum again already?” Yunho teases, looking down at you, “Does he feel that good, doll?” 

Tears stream down your face as you nod, your chin hitting his hand that still rested on your throat. Seonghwa groans, doing everything he can to get you to cum again. His fingers spread you apart, leaving nowhere for you to hide as he kitten-licks your swollen clit again. It all feels so good you almost forget to answer Yunho, but speak up immediately once you remember.

“Y-Yes, Daddy, he f-feels so good,” you stutter, unable to think much less speak clearly. Hongjoong groans quietly from his spot next to you – he’s been doing that every time he hears you call Yunho ‘Daddy’, and you kind of just want to say it on purpose now just to hear him.  

“Yeah? So you don’t mind if he makes you cum until I say he can stop?” 

You whine, clutching Yunho’s shirt from behind you, pulling it towards you in a weak effort to protest that from happening. As if to further drive that home, Seonghwa drags his teeth against your clit again and you writhe, trying to get away from him, but he digs his nails in harder, keeping you still. He makes an obscene slurping sound and fucks you deeper with his tongue.  

Yunho chuckles, flexing his hand against your throat. You whimper and resign yourself to your fate as you look down at Seonghwa, only to find he’s already looking up at you. Once round and bright, his eyes now closely resemble a serpent’s. Dark, narrow, locked on its target. It’s seductive. The weight of his gaze makes you shiver, even more so than the overstimulation, and it’s just visually stimulating enough to push you over the edge, throwing your head back against Yunho’s shoulder. 

After a few more flicks of his tongue against your clit, Yunho lets Seonghwa go. Seonghwa gasps for air as he lets his head rest against your thigh, the lower half of his face glossy and wet. His messy hair falls into his eyes, yet he makes no move to fix it. He’s the personification of sinful beauty. 

There’s some shuffling around you can hear, but you’re already dazed, needing to close your eyes for a moment to calm down. Yunho removes his hand from your throat, kissing your cheek to make up for restricting your air and making his friend overstimulate you. You acknowledge him with a short hum, blinking up at him. 

“Am I doing good, Daddy?” You whisper. 

“Yes, doll,” he reassures you, and you don't sense any underlying anger beneath his words or etched into his features, “you’re being such a good girl so far.” 

You smile to yourself and settle into him again, relaxing your body as the aftershocks fully wear off. You decide not to dwell on the ‘so far’ part – you knew the final verdict wouldn’t happen until after. He wraps his arms around your middle again, almost protectively. While you were ‘distracted’, you didn't notice Hongjoong had stopped holding your hand and moved to take Seonghwa’s place. 

Without warning, Hongjoong pulls your hips slightly closer to him, and you yelp in surprise, suddenly very much focused on the man in front of you. He leans down to plant a kiss to your inner thigh, trailing up to your hipbone before straightening again. He tests how wet you are with his fingertips, lightly tracing up and down, just barely entering you. Driving you absolutely mad. Unsure of what to do with your hands, you just lay them by your side, gripping the sheets below you until you feel someone else touching your hand. On your left, Yeosang places his hand over yours. It’s more comforting than you expect, like how you usually feel when Yunho lets you hold his hand. It’s quiet reassurance, to ground you. Like Mingi.  

Oh…Mingi.

You hope he’s okay in his room, forced to listen to you all. You decide you’ll try to talk to him afterwards, whenever you wake up tomorrow. If he wants. 

Right now, you focus on Hongjoong, slowly and gently pushing a single finger inside you in and out, checking to see if Seonghwa prepped you enough. Even if he didn’t, you definitely were wet enough. You part your legs for him as you lay back against Yunho’s chest, and close your eyes, listening to his heartbeat. Hongjoong’s hand disappears from you after a couple seconds, and you hear the sound of a zipper being undone. Your body tenses in anticipation, and Yeosang rubs his thumb against the back of your hand. You hear Seonghwa say something to Yunho, but it’s so quiet you can’t decipher what he said, but there’s a dip in the bed somewhere above you. 

Hongjoong also brings your legs up and back, against your chest and you hold one with your free hand. He trails his hands down the backs of your thighs, enjoying how it makes you shiver. You feel him step closer to you, and something velvety and firm presses up against your entrance. Your eyes open as he pushes into you, seeing his flutter closed at the feeling of your warm, wet pussy constricting around him as he stretches you open. He’s still somewhat clothed, none of them bold enough to be completely naked in front of each other like this, pants and underwear pushed down to about midthigh. 

You whimper quietly, twisting your hand to grab one of Yeosang’s fingers in order to hold onto him. Very slowly, after he is more than halfway in, he just sinks the rest inside in one go. Your mouth drops into a silent scream and you turn to the side, wanting to hide your face out of habit. Because of this, you end up making eye contact with Seonghwa, who you didn’t realize was right next to you, sitting up on the right side edge of the bed. He pets your hair as Hongjoong groans from above you, not moving just yet. He lets you get used to the feeling of him, which you appreciate – it’s rare that Yunho is ever as patient once inside you. Mingi can only be patient for so long, so this was nice. He fits perfectly inside of you, the slight curve of it aiding to press against your g-spot, making you feel full. Nothing hurts. Another bonus. He touches you like you’re precious to him already. Even now as he fights off the urge to start fucking you, he wipes a stray tear from your cheek, traces your bottom lip with his thumb, and helps you lift your head to fix your hair so you weren’t laying on it. 

You could get used to this. To him. 

He really makes it seem like you’re the only person in the room. When he slowly pulls halfway out and you grab his shoulder, dumbly thinking you did something wrong and he was going to pull all the way out, he looks down and smiles to himself. 

“It’s okay, darling,” he coos, kissing your collarbone, “I’m not going anywhere.” 

Yunho lets the fact he addresses you directly slide, and rubs your side with his hand, “Relax for him, doll. There you go.” 

Slowly, your body eases its tension again, and Hongjoong praises you indirectly this time, pressing soft kisses to your collarbone when he begins to move. It’s nice to be praised for something so small, like… relaxing. You still keep your hand on his shoulder. The pace increases by only so much, not too slow and not too fast, like he’s trying to ease you into the night. Again, you appreciate it, comparing this to memories of Mingi’s birthday. Your pussy had been sore for days afterwards (and your ass, but you didn’t want to think about that right now). 

He props himself up above you with his hands on either side of you, as close as he can be without touching Yunho’s legs. You almost bliss out when he ducks lower to latch his mouth onto one of your nipples, and he groans against you when you moan a bit louder for him. He lets two hard, sharp thrusts slip through, but quickly regains his self-control, kissing your chest as an apology. A strained whimper escapes your throat, feeling like you got some wind knocked out of you. Hongjoong murmurs another apology, dragging his tongue over your stiffened nipple before sucking on it lightly. 

“Don’t be sorry. She likes it rough.” Yunho advises, one of his hands drifting up to massage your breast that Hongjoong wasn’t marking. 

Do you? 

Did you before him? Do you actually like it? Your thoughts drift back to Mingi. He was never rough with you, not like Yunho was. You think, yes maybe you do… but you much prefer how Mingi, Seonghwa and Hongjoong (so far) have treated you. Instantly, you force yourself to stop thinking like that, even checking behind you to see if Yunho somehow read your mind. He just turns you back to face Hongjoong again. 

Hongjoong hesitates. Torn between wanting to go slow and warm you up more, and just letting himself go to his full potential, like you were a random one-night-stand. Yunho looks at him expectantly, like he wants him to treat you rougher. He lifts himself from your chest, keeping his pace the same, but slowly incorporating the same sharper, deeper thrusts from before. You can’t stop the surprised moans and whimpers from escaping you every time he does that, unknowingly driving him and everyone else in the room crazy. Yeosang interlocks your fingers, holding your hand down to the mattress. Your back arches when Hongjoong all but slams into you three times in a row, mewling pathetically for him. And that’s all he needs for his self-control to shatter. 

“Yeah? Feel good?” He whispers, grunting when he feels you tighten around him. You whine in response, digging your nails into Yeosang’s and Yunho’s hands. 

Yunho smacks your cheek, gripping your face, “He asked you something, doll. Use your words.” 

“I-I– yes, mmf– feels so good, thank you, sir.” You speak to Hongjoong, but you look at Yunho, trying to see if he’s mad. He doesn’t appear to be, despite slapping you. 

Hongjoong straightens up again, his hands wrap around the tops of your thighs, pulling you in to meet every precise, hard thrust. With each one he pulls out almost to the head before ramming his length back into you, hitting deep. You squirm in Yunho’s hold, crying up at Hongjoong. It’s embarrassing how everyone in the room can hear just how wet you are every time he pushes into you. Every noise reverberates around the room, amplifying it in your ears. Your hand presses against Hongjoong’s chest, not to push him away, but just to warn him that you were close without saying it out loud. Your back arches again as a loud moan tears itself from your throat. 

“Wanna cum for him too, doll?” Yunho asks, kissing your shoulder. 

“Y-yes, D-Daddy, wanna cum f-for h-him,” you stutter through your words, Hongjoong’s hard thrusts making it difficult to speak normally. He nearly falters hearing your whiny, blissful tone. A quiet, low growl rumbles in his throat, only fucking you harder. He needs to feel you fall apart around his cock now. And right as expected, he groans as soon as you say ‘Daddy’. 

Yunho rubs his thumb over your nipple, watching you shiver from it, “Of course, doll. Such a good girl, asking for permission.” 

“Th-thank you, Daddy,” you say sweetly, and he kisses your cheek. As the knot of pleasure in your stomach tightens, fresh tears race down your cheeks. Yunho helps wipe some away with his sleeve, but more tears quickly replace them. 

“So fucking good…” Hongjoong exhales shakily, “Taking me so well.” He can feel how close you are as your walls clench around his cock even tighter than before. He spits onto his fingers and brings his hand down to circle your clit, applying an almost hypnotic pressure to it. 

“Let me feel it,” He purrs, eager to watch you fall apart. And you don’t disappoint, clenching around him like a vice as your body locks up, your climax crashing into you with a dizzying force. You press your hand against your mouth again as you scream, but Yunho takes it away, saying something about letting them hear you. You hear Hongjoong ask Yunho something, but both of their voices are muffled while your ears ring. He doesn’t stop fucking you, even as you cum, and it’s making you see stars as he chases his own high. He leans slightly over you again, pressing himself deeper. His eyes are shut tight, his bangs covering half of his face when he shudders and his head drops down. 

“Fuck– oh my god,” he says under his breath, driving into you harder and faster. Yeosang lifts your hand to his mouth, peppering the back of it with small kisses to comfort you further. Seonghwa makes a strained noise and you can see him fucking into his fist out of the corner of your eye. 

“Sir,” you call breathlessly, and he’s quick to snap back to attention, though you can tell he’s very close, “please cum for me.” 

He swears again, louder this time, and quickly pulls out of you, making you gasp at the sudden emptiness. His hand flies to his cock, pumping it until he comes on your lower stomach. Both of you whine, his a bit more higher-pitched now as his high crashes into him. He’s beautiful as he comes.    

Yeosang says something that you can’t quite make out, too focused on listening to Hongjoong whimpering and his beautiful, euphoric expression on his face. God, he was so pretty. You could literally spend hours just looking at them all. His long eyelashes graze his cheeks when he closes his eyes, and when he finally opens them again, flickering up to look at you, they’re just as dark and sultry as Seonghwa’s had turned earlier. Like he needs you again so soon. But it’s clear Seonghwa is about to have an aneurysm if he doesn’t get to touch you again in the next minute, so he reluctantly moves away from you to make room for his best friend. 

Seonghwa immediately moves to take his place, glancing at Yeosang as he does. But Yeosang doesn’t move, doesn’t protest that he hasn’t done anything with or to you yet. He’s patient, placing another quick peck to your hand before lowering it back down to the bed again. You can almost sense the smug look on Yunho’s face from behind you. He traces his fingertips along your ribs, leaving goosebumps in his wake. You crane your neck to look up at him again, and this time he lets you, cupping your face in his large hand to help keep you there. You hear Hongjoong panting quietly from somewhere next to you and Yeosang, and the familiar sound of fabric being pushed down. 

Seonghwa bites his lip and peers down at you. He runs a hand through his thick black hair and exhales shakily. Naturally, your eyes try to see what Seonghwa’s doing, but Yunho keeps your focus on him. He kisses you just as Seonghwa pushes half of his cock into you. Your body tenses, back arching at the intrusion, and you moan loudly into Yunho’s mouth. 

“Fuck,” Seonghwa hisses, “still so tight…” 

Somehow he already sounds fucked out, sliding deeper until he’s fully buried into your heat. He swears again, not giving himself a moment to wrangle his self-control, solely focused on how your cunt twitches around him when he moves, and chasing that feeling. He’s halfway to close anyway. He guides your legs onto his shoulders and leans forward, making you feel him deeper, and a fresh wave of tears spill from your eyes. Your poor cunt was so sensitive, but none of them seemed to really care. Yunho breaks the kiss momentarily to lick the tears from your cheek. There’s little buildup, Seonghwa choosing to just fuck you hard from the getgo. He alternates between grinding and snapping down into you unpredictably. Yunho swallows every noise, every scream that leaves you, with pride. He breaks away from you again to mouth at your neck, sucking dark red marks onto your skin.   

Even though he’s fully buried inside of you, Seonghwa still tries to get deeper, somehow closer to you. His hands grip your waist when your walls contract around him again, encouraging him to only go harder. He wants to hear you scream his name, but Yunho had been rather strict about what you were allowed to call them before they started (‘Sir’, only). For now, he’ll just have to imagine it. Craft it from scratch from what he’s heard you say so far, mould it to fit his own fantasy. It’s just a bit hard to concentrate on anything except how you’re soaking his cock, dripping around him every time he pulls back. You hear Hongjoong moan something quietly, and Yeosang even makes a choked noise as they listen. 

Out of nowhere, Seonghwa pulls completely out of you, muttering something to Yunho under his breath. You don’t hear him over your loud whines of protest, and rambling pleas for him to keep going. But you feel him. He yanks you down to the edge of the bed by your ankles, ripping you away from Yunho (you’re guessing with his permission, since he lets it happen), and guiding you to flip over so you’re laying on your stomach. He barely gives you time to react before lifting your hips up and slamming back into you, much deeper now. You scream into the bedding out of surprise and because of how good he felt. Yunho shifts down the bed to still be close to you, but stays just out of reach, taunting you with just his presence.      

“I think I’ve created a monster,” Yunho laughs, smirking as he watches Seonghwa take you apart. The white-hot burn of pleasure builds up deep in your stomach, and you twist the sheets in your hands in a death grip. All three men in front of you stare back at you with such hunger that it almost frightens you. You’ve never been so openly desired by so many men at once. It was a lot to get used to. “You’re turning her into such a crybaby, Hwa.”  

You hide your face, suddenly not wanting Hongjoong or Yeosang to see how messy you were from crying. Seonghwa groans, one hand steady on your waist to keep you from going anywhere, the other twisting in your hair, pulling you back up just enough so you can’t hide anymore. 

“Don’t hide,” he says in a low tone, his dialect slipping through, “bet she looks so cute like this. So fucking pretty for us.”  

Yunho couldn’t be prouder. The voice Seonghwa uses goes right to your center, turning you on even more. 

“Close, doll?” Yunho asks, knowing the answer already. You nod frantically, wincing at the pain of Seonghwa still holding your hair. 

“Yes, Daddy.” You choke out. 

He hums, enjoying his view of you falling apart in front of him, “You love being shared so much, don’t you? You like being a good little doll for us?” 

“God, yes, Daddy,” you cry, “I love it, Daddy’s friends all feel so good.” 

Upon hearing your words, Seonghwa switches the angle he fucks into you with ever so slightly, now hitting your g-spot with precision. Hongjoong nearly bites through his lip, trying to think about something else before he starts touching himself. Honestly though, he wants to shove Seonghwa away and fuck you again. He needs to feel your velvety walls hugging his cock again. He needs to drop to his knees and thank Yunho for letting them experience his girlfriend like this. But for now, he needs to calm himself down… though hearing you cry from pleasure isn’t exactly helping him. 

Your cries echo through the room as you cum for the fourth time, white-knuckling the sheets. Seonghwa lets your hair go, letting you drop back down to the mattress like a ragdoll. He tries to wait until you’ve calmed down from your climax, but yours triggers his, and he has to pull out, coming on your ass and moaning so beautifully. Your pussy clenches around nothing and you whine pathetically, wanting to beg anyone to fill you up again. Yunho sees your eyes rolling back and he pulls you up so you’re sitting upright, making you dizzy. 

“Stay with me, doll,” he murmurs, peeking over at Yeosang, “gotta let Yeosang use you too.” 

Yeosang swallows thickly. They really weren’t giving you a single break. “I can just…” he struggles to say it, still a little shy, “may I use her mouth?” 

Yunho blinks, having assumed Yeosang would want to fuck you next, but quickly agrees. A little awkward, Yeosang lays back against the pillows behind him, self-consciously playing with a loose thread on the waistband of his grey sweatpants. His cock twitches when you kneel between his legs, leaning forward to timidly guide his pants down to about midthigh, like everyone else had besides Yunho, who was still fully clothed. He almost hits his head against the headboard when you drag your tongue over the bulge in his underwear. His hands shake as he helps you take them off as well, and his cock springs up, hard against his stomach and leaking precum. 

It’s perfect, just like everything else about him. Perfect. You can’t even really look at Yeosang because he’s that gorgeous. Almost unfairly so. Aphrodite definitely had her hand in creating him – that, or you needed to high-five his parents. You want him too. You need to taste him. 

“Sir~” You purr softly, your small hand wrapping around the base of his cock.  

He shivers and holds your face with one hand, “Y-yes?”

“Can I please suck your cock, sir? I’ll– I’ll make you feel so so good, I promise~” 

Yeosang nearly comes right there. He doesn’t even respond, just switches to horny auto-pilot and guides your mouth right to his cock. You whine against his length, causing vibrations and pleasure to shoot through him. He swears and grabs your hair. He closes his eyes once they roll back in his head, almost in shock from how good your mouth feels. You take him slow and deep, eventually getting him all the way to your throat. Yunho holds your hair back behind your shoulders in a makeshift ponytail so everyone can see him in your throat. It’s not long until he starts shoving you down. You choke and splutter, digging your nails into Yeosang’s thighs. Spit drools down his length, coating the top of your hand that wraps around what doesn’t fit in your mouth. 

It’s not long before you’re crying again, your eyes watering from the thick intrusion down your throat. The veins in his neck and arms become more prominent from the strain of holding himself back. Not on Yunho’s watch, though. He takes Yeosang’s hand and puts it on the crown of your head, pressing down hard so you take his whole length down your throat. Together, they keep you there. Seonghwa groans, wanting nothing more than to be Yeosang right now. You try to breathe through your nose, but you’re completely blocked off. 

Stay calm, you remind yourself, stay calm and wait. 

You wait quite a long time. Hongjoong looks between Yunho, Yeosang, and you in disbelief as almost two minutes pass without you breathing. Your vision begins to black out around the edges, throat trying to fight against whatever is blocking your airways. You try to open your mouth more to get air in, but can’t much more than it’s already being stretched. Just when you feel yourself start to pass out, that’s when he releases you, letting you come up. You gasp for breath and cough uncontrollably while a new fresh wave of tears roll down your cheeks. Yunho wipes them away again before kissing your temple.  

“F-fucking hell… God, such a good mouth…” Yeosang mutters. 

You pop off of him fully and wrap your hand around his cock, pumping him fast. Yeosang swears again and tosses his head back. He responds by pushing your head back down onto Yeosang’s cock, chuckling.  

“There you go, baby. Make him cum just like that.” 

You take Yeosang all the way again, whimpering when he hits the back of your throat. Your whole body shakes from exertion and exhaustion.   

“F-Fuck– holy sh-shit, she’s gonna– mmh– m-make me cum,” Yeosang stutters, gripping the bedding beneath him in one hand, and your hair in the other, “Where– can I–?” he asks Yunho, eyes locked on you sucking the head of his cock before plunging down again, making sure to keep your tongue pressed up against the underside of it the whole time. 

Yunho hums in thought, wrapping a hand around your throat and squeezing lightly, making both you and Yeosang moan loudly. 

“You can cum in her mouth, that’s okay.” 

Seonghwa nearly whines out of jealousy, but forces himself to keep quiet. You remember to take a deep breath in advance this time, prior to him coming down your throat. Both of Yeosang’s hands hold each side of your head, threading his fingers in your hair to guide your movements just right. With a final whimper, he comes undone too, his hips bucking up to push himself further into your mouth, wanting to feel your throat again. You choke on his cum, but try to relax and tell your body to not freak out and that it's not in danger of choking to death. Easier said than done. You swallow around his cock involuntarily and he gasps from the sensation. He swears under his breath, careful to pull himself out once he starts to go soft again.   

You kiss his hipbone before pulling away, sitting up on your knees in a daze. Your vision is vignetted and blurry, and you’re so out of it you don’t really know who is moving you nor where. Once you lay down though, everything becomes clear again. You’re in desperate need of food and water, especially since your body is being pushed to its limit. 

You find yourself on all fours in the middle of the bed. Yunho’s kneeling behind you, between your legs, his face turned slightly to his right and saying something to the guys. You blink hard like that’ll help you hear, your brain completely dumbed down. You lift your head only to find Seonghwa, who is also in a daze. He rests next to Yeosang, panting. He looks… absolutely ethereal. The visual of them both takes your breath away. He licks his lips and swallows, his eyes flickering up to catch you staring. 

You look away, down at the sheets, suddenly shy as hell despite everything they’ve seen of you. You’re grateful when Yunho speaks to you, giving you something else to focus on. 

“Can I show them, doll?” He asks. Your mouth goes dry. You know what he means, but you’re positive you’re gonna pass out if he so much as touches you. But you nod anyway. 

“Yes, Daddy,” you agree, your voice hoarse and broken. It’ll be a miracle if you still have your voice by the end of the night. 

And that’s all he needs to hear before spreading you open for him. Someone’s breath catches when he frees his cock from his sweatpants, and he smirks as he lines himself up. To drive you absolutely crazy, he taps the head of his cock against your swollen clit, and you sob, begging him incoherently. But you don’t try to beg him to stop, nor do you try to reach for him to physically stop him from doing whatever he wants to you.   

“That’s it, just stay still and take it.” Yunho coos. He then addresses his friends again, “Watch this.” 

Without warning, he coaxes his whole length into you, and you can’t even scream, your voice is too shot to even make a loud sound anymore. You sob again as soon as he delivers his next thrust into you, feeling like it’s in your chest, forcing the air out of your lungs. But then he doesn’t move, just stays buried inside of you to the hilt, making you clench and flutter around him. 

He’s so fucking deep, and you’re so sensitive, he doesn’t even have to move to make you cum again. Which you do, embarrassingly quickly, and harder than ever. You can feel your arousal  dripping down your thighs and you can hear the boys in front of you moaning, breathing heavily, and or stroking themselves again. One of Hongjoong’s whimpers makes you clench around Yunho again, and he spanks your ass, causing you to cum weakly again. 

“Broken little doll, aren’t you, baby?” He purrs sweetly, withdrawing halfway only to slam into you again. You shriek, and your arms give out, dropping face first into the bed. But Yunho picks you back up, telling you to take him just like this. You nod past your tears, mumbling an apology, which he accepts. 

He hums and places his hands on your waist, pulling you back onto his cock to meet every single rough thrust he gives you. You wail, throat full of tears and hoarse from screaming and taking cock. Your legs shake violently. Cries of his title and pleas fill the air, yet no one takes any pity on you as you cum again. 

This time he doesn’t even wait for you, he slams in and halts all movement, letting you push and grind your hips back into his however you need to in order to ride your high out. 

“Daddy knows his little doll’s body so well, doesn’t he?” 

“Y-es, Daddy,” you reply, your voice breaking in the middle of your words. You hear him laugh to himself, and then he pulls out, flipping you onto your back. He makes sure you’re looking at him as he slides his huge cock back inside you. 

“Oh my god,” you faintly hear one of the other men say to another, “it’s in her stomach…” 

It’s not news to you since you can feel it no problem, but knowing that they can see a slight bulge in your lower stomach sends your mind reeling. Yunho groans, grinding into you, watching his cock glide in and out of your wet, puffy cunt with little to no resistance whatsoever. He’s been waiting to fuck you all night, watching his friends take their turns with you, succumbing to your body. He’s been so patient, he deserves to show you off. To show them how you respond to him. Give them a show they can participate in and watch in real life, and not jerk off to while watching on their phones. He grunts roughly as your cunt grips him hard, signalling to him that you’re close again. Perfect. Your heart beats so hard it feels like it’s going to give out the closer and closer you get to the edge. 

“Tell me, doll, tell me who’s gonna make you cum,” he taunts you, fucking you harder. 

“You are, Daddy! Please!!” 

“Yeah? Gonna give it to me?” 

He presses down on your lower stomach, and you absolutely lose it. A shriek rips itself from your throat as you reach another high, this one hitting you like a freight train. Yunho manages to stay pressed against you for a moment longer, before the force of your orgasm pushes him out, and you squirt, staining his pants and the sheets below you. Your body shudders, twitches, and convulses, your mind completely wiped and your body going numb. 

“There you go, doll… breathe, that’s it.” His voice is comforting, but strained. You wince and sob when he pushes back into you, but he leans down to capture your lips in a kiss, effectively quieting you again. He whispers promises that he’s close, and to just take it a little longer.  

True to his promise, he comes deep inside of you, biting your neck hard enough to leave a mark. He moans and gently grinds into you again, coaxing his cum even deeper, marking you as his. He whispers endless praises into your ear and you whine for him, so happy to hear it.  

Once his body relaxes, he kisses your cheek, easing your body down from a high tension state to a way more relaxed one. He moans quietly before he reluctantly pulls out. You both still have your eyes closed, resting your foreheads against each others’, panting. 

“Holy shit…” Yeosang deadpans. You barely have the energy to laugh, but you weakly smile, almost forgetting they were watching. They've seen you with Yunho twice now (that you’re aware of, not knowing how many videos have been sent of you and him). Your head feels fuzzy, unable to think, and your limbs feel like they each weigh two hundred pounds. Yunho kisses you softly on your lips, then moves down to kiss and lick the mark he had given you on your neck earlier, already bright red and bruised.  

And then you’re numb again. 

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

You don’t realize until you wake up in the bathtub that you blacked out. The warm water helps soothe your aching, exhausted body so much that you dread having to leave it anytime soon. Someone gently runs a loofah down your arms and across your chest, leaving bubbles across your skin in its wake. Your eyelids feel like weights that you can’t lift, and you stretch your arms out in front of you but stop once you feel a dull ache in your back – from arching so much no doubt. That same person shushes you and leans you forward a little, dragging the loofah across your back, nearly lulling you to sleep again. From outside the bathroom, you can hear multiple voices, chatting normally. 

Oh, they were still here. 

You sigh, mumbling something as sleep keeps trying to pull you back down, but you’re fighting with all your might against it. You’re not super sure why. There’s nothing more you want than a drink, a snack, and a nap right now. 

As if your guardian angel heard you, something cold and plastic gently presses against your bottom lip. 

“Can you drink for me?” Someone asks. His voice sounds familiar. Comforting. Hm. He sounds nice.  

Your lips part and he helps tilt your head back, pouring cold water into your mouth. You swallow gratefully, the dry ache in your throat easing. He holds the bottle for you for as long as you need, until you drink the whole thing in one go. 

“There you go, princess. That should help.” 

You exhale slowly. The water helps you wake up a little more, and you’re able to blink your eyes open, at least half-lidded for now. Curiosity aids your attempt to keep yourself awake. You’re in the guest bathroom, which you didn’t expect. Neither did you expect to see Mingi knelt next to the bathtub, leaning his head against the wall. His eyes are red and watery, and he looks at your body like it’s broken.  

“Min…?” You try to speak normally, but it comes out in a raspy whisper instead. 

“Hi, princess,” he murmurs, sniffling a little, “are you okay?” His voice breaks on the word ‘okay’, and it breaks your heart. 

“I’m–” you almost lie, but you can’t to him. Not to him, “everything hurts.” You admit, and it feels freeing to tell him the truth, even if it causes him to break down in front of you. 

“I’m sorry,” he cries, voice wobbling with the weight of his guilt, “I’m so sorry, my poor girl…” He presses the heel of his hand to one of his eyes, and you force yourself to lift your hand with the tiny bit of energy the water had given you to hold his other hand. “I’m sorry…” he repeats again, hoping you believe him. Your bottom lip quivers as you watch him, nose burning as tears rush to your own eyes. 

“Mingi,” you whisper, squeezing his hand. He hiccups a little, pressing his lips together into a line, trying to muffle himself so you can be heard. “Min… it’s not your fault.” You say it so quietly it’s barely audible, so the cameras can’t pick it up. 

Mingi squeezes your hand so hard you fear he’ll break it, pressing it against his mouth. His shoulders shake as he sobs, unable to stop and desperate to keep himself quiet so Yunho doesn’t hear him. Your words stick to every corner of his mind.  

It’s not your fault. Yet he did nothing to stop it. 

It’s not your fault. But he brought them here, knowing it could happen. 

It’s not your fault. What choice did he have? 

It’s not your fault. He can’t protect you from everything and it kills him. 

The two of you stay like this in his bathroom, crying it out together for so long, the water turns just below tepid. When he sees you shiver just once, he’s quick to pull himself together enough to help lift you out, not minding if his clothes get wet in the process, and wrap you in a soft, fluffy towel. After he drains the water, he rubs his hands against your towel-covered arms to warm you up, and presses a soft kiss to your forehead. You close your eyes as he lingers there. He doesn't care if Yunho sees anymore. Let him. He’s sure he’s in enough trouble anyway. 

He thinks about the knife in the sink again. 

Rather bravely, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and neck, pulling him into a hug. He hesitates too long about whether or not to press his hands to your back to hold you closer, and you pull back. You reach up and wipe away a stray tear from his cheekbone. Your eyes are slow to look away from his. 

Maybe it’s not just survival anymore. 

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Mingi watches you walk back to Yunho’s room from his doorway. Bastard, he thinks bitterly. Making you walk back by yourself. He’d do it himself, but Yunho had been clear that he wasn’t allowed anywhere near his room tonight. You didn’t blame him, assuring him that you can manage the short distance. Just like before. 

He watches you walk back into the room that had spat you out. 

He leans against the doorframe. Waiting.

Once inside Yunho’s room again, he’s quick to pick you up, bridal style and carry you the rest of the way back into bed. Hongjoong quickly moves to make room, opening the covers for you. 

“Did Mingi take care of you, baby?” Yunho asks as he takes the towel off of you, placing soft kisses on your cheeks. You nod, body already shutting back down to go to sleep again. 

“Yes, Daddy.” You answer, clearing your throat a little.  

“Such a good doll for me today. Daddy’s so proud of you.” 

You smile weakly and try to say ‘thank you’, but it still only comes out as a strained whisper. It’s a wonder, really, that there haven’t been any noise complaints. You made quite a racket. 

One of Yunho’s fingers is suddenly under one of your eyes, lightly dragging below your lashline, collecting a tear from there. 

“Look at me, baby,” Yunho says firmly. You do, and his eyes narrow slightly. He definitely sees how red your eyes are, how puffy your face has become. He knew damn well you hadn’t looked like this when he dropped you off to Mingi. 

“Everyone out,” He says, a quiet rage simmering underneath his words. The three men look at each other, unsure if he was serious until Yunho suddenly barked, “Now!” 

That gets them to hurry up and leave, finding refuge in the living room. Finding Mingi in the kitchen, standing next to the sink in the same spot where Yunho had stood hours ago.

“Daddy it’s–” 

“Did he make you cry?” Yunho snarls, ready to unleash hell upon his best friend if you said the word. 

“No, Daddy,” you promise, technically not lying. “He didn’t make me cry, I swear.” 

“Then why the fuck did he send you back to me like this?” 

“I just got so tired and hungry, Daddy. My hormones are going crazy too from tonight, so that didn’t help,” your throat burns as you try to save Mingi for the second time today, but you don’t care, “Sir didn’t make me cry, I promise, Daddy.” 

Please believe me, please believe me, you think to yourself, trying to sell it.  

Technically not a lie… you really were exhausted and famished. 

His hand twitches. 

You don’t breathe. 

Time ticks by, your heartbeat ringing in your ears. Li-ar. Li-ar. Li-ar. 

As if to give you a heart attack, he suddenly pouts at you, “My poor baby…” he coos, brushing your hair with his fingers. He gathers the sheets and bed cover and pulls them up above your waist. 

“I got you something while you were in the bath.” Yunho says, sitting next to you on the edge of the bed and reaching over to the nightstand to grab something you didn’t even notice was there when you walked in. You perk up. 

“What is it?” You lean up on your elbow. In his other hand, he presents one of the large bread rolls he had secretly saved from dinner, wrapped in a cloth napkin like a dumpling to keep it warm. It was tied with one of the ribbons he would braid into your hair sometimes. You could’ve wept again out of joy. 

“Thank you, Daddy!” You croak. Just like the water, you immediately sink your teeth into it, delighted to find that it was still warm. He must’ve kept it in the oven for you. Your heart melts. You pull him closer to you to kiss him, and he chuckles against your lips. 

“Of course, baby,” He purrs, watching you eat, making sure you eat the whole thing. When you swallow the last bite, he lays you back down and pulls the covers up under your chin.

He pauses for a moment, looking at you expectantly. His hand nervously plays with the hem of his shirt, like he's waiting for you to say something.

You clear your throat.

"I love you, Daddy."

And he breathes again, kissing you everywhere on your face, making you giggle.

“Go to sleep, baby. You did so well… Daddy’s gonna think of a reward for you, okay?” 

“O-kay, Daddy,” even whispering, your voice breaks. He smiles again, proud of himself and his friends for taking such a toll on you, and even more proud at how well you took it for him. Dare he say it… 

Perfectly. 

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

The trio stare at Mingi in the kitchen as they come out, who glares right back at them. 

“Did you meet him?” He asks, pushing off the counter, his hands behind his back. “Is that why you all ran out here so quick?” 

“What do you–?” Seonghwa tries to ask, but Mingi ignores him. 

“I warned you. All of you, I fucking warned you,” he says, on the verge of tears again. This time though, he’s angry.  

Yeosang’s mouth goes dry, his creeping gut feeling slowly coming back to him.  

“Mingi… we’ve been trying to get you to talk to us all night, so just tell us what you’re talking about.” Hongjoong tries, but it only aggravates Mingi more. 

“Don’t you dare, Joong. You’re gonna find out real quick why I couldn’t bring myself to tell you. Why I was fucking gagged,” Mingi hisses, almost a month’s worth of hidden rage and hysterics finally beginning to bubble up. 

“She looks a little more familiar than the group chat, right?” His volume lowers, “There’s a reason you all recognized her face even when it was blurred in the pictures and videos. Think about it.” 

Mingi takes a second to pause, looking each of his three friends, brothers to him, in the eye. He wipes an eye with his sleeve and starts to walk back to the guestroom, pulling his sleeve down. Yeosang glances over into the sink, but finds nothing there.

“Wait, Min!” Seonghwa calls, bravely stepping forward closer to the powder keg of human emotion that was Mingi. 

He pauses in his doorway before turning around, eyes burning red from crying. 

“Please talk to us… please.” 

His next words cut through them all like a knife. 

“You don’t know what you’ve done.” Mingi says, shutting the bedroom door with a quiet, yet final click. 

[end of part 4]

[thenewblackcanvas]

"why did you stop writing your story!!! never stop writing!!!!!!!!!!!" well you see the character had to drive one mile to a new location and the sentence "she got into the car" was quite simply my undoing

[thenewblackcanvas]

Me behind the screen smiling deviously as I read a fic where the reader is called ‘clingy’ or ‘needy’ and in response the reader stops being ‘clingy’ and now the character I’m reading about is left with regret (the little girl who was always afraid of being too much and was no matter what she did feels loved):

[thenewblackcanvas]

When you're writing a story and notice your characters have gone off-script, formed a rebellion, and are coming against you.

[thenewblackcanvas]

I have like three mini series’ partially fleshed out

So far it’s:

⋆˚࿔ Science and Life

ྐ❤︎ Vampire Pairs

𐙚 Wedding Stories

Most are poly pairs but not all of them are so far. All the vamp ones are poly pairs though

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Themes

Masterpost of recurring themes in my writing

Groups on the masterpost: ateez, stray kids, bts, seventeen

ʚ♡ɞ - smut/nsfw

Sirens:

Siren ♡ siren!seonghwa x reader series ʚ♡ɞ

↳ (1. request: praise + possesiveness + corruption)

↳ (2. Sharing something with you)

↳ (3. dream of me) not out yet

His call ♡ siren!jihoon x reader

↳ not out yet

Vampires:

The monsters in all of us ♡ ancient vampires!jungkook x reader

↳ re-doing

Vampire Training ♡ vampire!yunho x newly turned!reader

↳

Yanderes:

♡ headless horseman!wonwoo x reader

↳ spooky season request

Ringing ♡ felix x reader

↳ spooky season one shot

Woof ♡ ot8 ateez x reader ʚ♡ɞ

↳ spooky season one shot

You love me right ♡ ghost! taehyung x reader

↳ spooky season one shot

Torn patience ♡ jongho x reader ʚ♡ɞ

↳ spooky season one shot

Polyamory:

Chanlix (Bang Chan & Felix)

Poly chanlix drabbles

↳ collection of drabbles from my old acc

1:56am ʚ♡ɞ

↳ drabble

Felix makes three

↳ 01. morning talks

Alaskan California kings

↳ chanlix poly drabble series

♡ roommates felix x reader x dilf!chan ʚ♡ɞ

↳ not out yet

Woosan (Wooyoung & San)

Woosan drabble ʚ♡ɞ

Woosan drabble add-on ʚ♡ɞ

Someone finding your s*xtape ʚ♡ɞ

It's been a good year

The Innocents ♡ Yoonmin x reader ʚ♡ɞ

↳ mafia leader!jimin x childhood best friend!yoongi x reader series

10:45pm ♡ Felix x reader ft han, jisung, & changbin

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7 nurses 2 patients ♡ ot8!ateez x reader

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Stuck between the two of them ♡ yungi x reader ʚ♡ɞ

↳ random hard thought

Demons:

♡ demon!wooyoung x angel!reader ʚ♡ɞ

↳ spooky season drabble

Demons deal ♡ hongjoong x seonghwa x reader ʚ♡ɞ

↳ not out yet

Angels:

Black Tears ♡ demonic angel! jeonghan x reader ʚ♡ɞ

↳ spooky season one shot

Ghosts:

Until midnight ♡ seungmin x reader

↳ spooky season request

Inbox is open! Feel free to tell me your favorite theme or suggest one!

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When there are too many feelings, update your tumblr

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what if i told you the time was now and we simply had to fix on

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I WILL bite him

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May your August be filled with love and growth.

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MY MAN WENT THRU SOMETHING IN THOSE THREE YEARS

Cz like HIM IN ETERNAL SUNSHINE ....AND THEN SUDDENLY HIM IN ICE ON MY TEETH

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Damn, shits cookin in the fic docs