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I Begin to Desire You. Call it Playing with Fire

Starring: Nakamoto Yuta, Kim Doyoung and Jung Jaehyun

Genre- Vampires, Supernatural, Poly Relationships, Smut, Angst, Slight Fluff, Jealously, and Strangers to Lovers.

Warning: Y/n’s age is not said but implied she is a little older, Yuta, Doyoung, and Jaehyun however are older than her. Also, there is mention of stalking but Y/n is not harmed or taken advantage of. An Animal Death scene will take place. Smut will take place in Part Two of this mini-series.

P.S. I will not have an eighteen-year-old date a 100-year-old man no matter how good-looking he is.

Loosely based on Favorite (Vampire)- Nct 127

This is a work of fiction.

12k Words

Enjoy:)

They watched you through their window like they had for the past couple of nights. They watched every night as you fixed your hair in front of your vanity readying for bed. You living in what you assumed was a safe neighborhood did not shy away from leaving the curtains apart, and your window ajar allowing a gentle breeze to flow in.

The men across the street used this to justify their actions. Watching as you applied creams to your face and body. Drooling at the sight of you slightly picking up your purple nightgown exposing your legs to the darkness. The moon is the only source of light they used to see your freshly clean warm skin. You applied the cream to your soft skin massaging it into your calf. Your dim lights created a warm hue on your skin. They could smell the sweet smells of your lotions through your window to theirs.

They'd do anything to be the one there massaging you instead. Making sure you were taken care of and had the best creams and lotions money could buy for your skin. They knew you tasted as good as you smelled. So sweet under their noses so much so their hearts burned at the feeling of you finishing your bedtime routine in your bathroom. When you returned your lips were covered in lip blam smelling of strawberries, the younger man's favorite fruit when he was once mortal. Now he can no longer taste the sweet, delicious fruit. Instead, he had to live his fantasies by smelling the scent of your lips.

They could smell your cat as well. The black feline that lay at the end of your bed.

The pair could unfortunately also smell your boyfriend. They sneered when he walked through the door every night still wearing his disgusting, old, and wrinkly work clothes. Top salesman at his job yet he couldn't afford better work pants or shirts. Their noses burned as well as their eyes at his scent. His smell was a mixture of sweat and a lady's perfume, they knew immediately was not yours, you'd never wear something so cheap.

They absolutely despised your boyfriend. They wanted nothing more than to steal him and cut his throat, drain him of his blood. But they didn’t, they knew you’d never love them if they took him. So they waited for you patiently, watching you through your window. You didn't bother greeting your boyfriend, he usually never responded, and when he did it was with a hum or a huh. He disappeared into the bathroom where he'd be in there for hours doing who knows what. Over the last few months, you had gone to bed alone. The pairs of eyes that lay on you through your window were another story.

Every time you felt like you were being watched you'd look towards your window and see nothing but trees and an empty road. Sometimes you might even see an Owl sitting on a branch. You had believed your mind was playing tricks on you. The cool wind and the hairs that rose on the back of your neck when you hesitantly looked towards your bedroom window. Or the cold sweats you'd get in the middle of the night from the oddest dreams. You assumed it was just the night taking advantage of your dreams as it did to everyone else.

Only this time tonight when you looked out your window passed the trees and straight to the window across from yours. The hairs on the back of your neck stood tall, you saw the shadows looking towards your direction.

Maybe your dreams were true, you thought feeling your body heat start to fade. Pairs of eyes on you glow in the darkness like animals stalking their prey. Were you safe under your covers from these monsters? you questioned. They didn’t turn away or keep their stares hidden. Instead, they continued to watch. The darkness that fell upon you didn’t allow you to see their faces. The moon only presents them with the sight of you. You shuddered, watching as one pair of eyes came closer staring deep into your soul. The flush of the toilet caught your attention. Your boyfriend emerged from the bathroom. You quickly closed the curtains turning back to your bed. Your boyfriend raised a brow but decided he was too tired to ask what your deal was. He grabbed his charger and walked out of your bedroom heading towards the living room where he stayed most nights. You were used to his distance not fazed by the fact you were alone while your boyfriend slept on a couch. You fell asleep pulling the blanket up to your face and covering your body.

The men still watched feeling proud of themselves for finally gathering your attention.

"Maybe she will dream of us tonight," one said closing the dark curtains to his bedroom. His mind and body relaxed to the sounds of your faint breath as you fell to sleep.

The morning arrived as quickly as the night with your boyfriend already off to work. You as well working from home in your own office just downstairs. Gathering everything you needed you made your way to your home office writing down ideas for a book. You had always been a talented writer, every teacher you've ever had told you so. Each encouraging you to write a book, your talent could not be wasted. So after procreating for long enough two years ago, you wrote your first book. You were lucky enough that it was a success, success that allowed you to live in this beautiful home with a boyfriend which you dislike. You don't even know why you still date him. One of the villains in your last book was based loosely on him and how arrogant and selfish he was. You needed to leave him you just didn't know how.

You sat at your desk typing away on your computer jotting down ideas for your new story. Lost in a trance of your fingers and mind working quickly against the keyboard you heard your doorbell ring. You ignored it like always going back to fiercely typing against the keyboard making sure no detail went missing. When the doorbell rang again you huffed in annoyance. You stood up pushing in your chair and rubbing your neck as you left your cramped office.

Sliding on your slippers you checked your peephole. A man stood in front of your door with dark black hair. You checked him out seeing his hands in his pockets as he patiently waited for the door to open. He chewed on his lip patting his exposed fingers on his slacks. Confused you looked to the left seeing a woman holding an umbrella over his head. Your lip rose and your eyes squinted, this guy really didn't want a tan you thought.

Debating on whether or not to walk away and ignore him you heard the doorbell ring again. Sighing you opened the front door ajar only letting a small part of your head peek through. The tall, lean man greeted you with a smile a pair of sunglasses covering his eyes. "Hello," he said rather dapper. He waved his hand as the other remained over his stomach. He blinked a couple of times waiting for you to respond.

Still confused about who this man was you continued to navigate your focus between him and the random lady he brought with him. "It's nice to meet you," he said attempting to steal your focus but failing. You waved your hand motioning him to stop as you continued to check him out. "Who are you?" You asked nodding your chin. He bowed politely wearing a grin on his face.

"How could I have been so rude? My apologies Miss, I am Kim Doyoung. I live next door," he bowed then pointed to the manor next to your home. You nodded checking out the exterior of his chateau before you turned back to the lady. "Who's this?" you asked motioning to the lady. "Ah Ah forgive me," he placed his hand on his chest then motioned to the lady beside him. "This is my assistant Irene. She travels everywhere with me," the woman remained silent just nodding her head in approval. You did the same checking her out one last time.

You looked back at Doyoung who was already looking at you. "What brings you here?" you asked. Doyoung waved his hands remembering the news he had to deliver. He motioned to Irene to give him something. She dug into her pocket and he motioned her to hurry up. When she glared at him he stopped waiting patiently for her to finish. When she had successfully found what she was looking for she pulled it out of her jacket pocket handing you an envelope. Doyoung sighed wanting to be the one to give it to you.

"This is for a dinner party I am hosting tonight. If you can please come," He slightly pleaded holding his slender hands together. You twisted your brows holding the white envelope with the red stamp in your hands. You huffed checking out the piece of paper and nodding your head. Doyoung grinned excited you'd be joining them. "I'll think about it," you said looking up at him and then Irene. His grin fell replaced with a disappointed sigh. His head fell looking away from your eyes. He nodded understandingly patting Irene on the shoulder to leave.

"If you can please come," Was the last he said before he disappeared with Irene into what you assumed was his car. You closed your front door returning back to your office upstairs. You placed the closed envelope on your desk next to an open notebook, notes jotted down on the paper. You continued to work on your book as the invitation lay flat on your desk. The invitation had laid there until later afternoon when you finally decided to take a break.

Going to get your second cup of coffee you picked up the letter holding it in your hands. The paper wrinkled from being tossed on the floor so many times when you elbowed your notebook and the paper flew to the ground. The red stamp closes the letter from being opened with hard as a rock. You wouldn't be able to open it without a sharp object. You opened one of your many draws picking up a box cutter. Using it you opened the envelope to an invitation.

Dear reader, We are hosting a small dinner party tonight. We would be the utmost grateful if you attended our party. The dress could be business casual, but you may come as you, please. Your presents are welcomed at the hour of blue, just before sunset. We hope to see you there dear neighbor.

-D.

This man must be really into events, he writes like an old man he must've been doing this for a long time you thought. You checked the time seeing you had a couple more hours before sunsets. Holding the paper in your hands you read the letter again chewing on your bottom lip and deciding whether to go or not. "It could be fun," You thought out loud. You looked over at your cat who sat by the window.

You walked over gathering it in your arms and petting it. You still had much left to do with your story. You had given yourself a deadline that by fall you would be complete, it was already late Summer. You sighed petting the cat's black fur, It purred in your hands rubbing against your stomach. "Lucy what do you think?" you asked the cat who could only stare at you in response. It blinked its eyes looking away from you. You chuckled looking out towards the window and seeing the trees just outside your home.

"Maybe I will go," you said out loud petting Lucy. You kept your stare towards the distance allowing yourself to relax seeing the sun shine brightly, not a cloud in sight. You turned back to your desktop sighing. You set your cat aside its tail swaying side to side as it lay on the window watching you sit down and continue your work.

It was around four when your boyfriend came home from work exhausted. He threw his jacket aside falling on the couch. He took off his shoes and ran a hand through his brown hair. Letting out a puff of air as he shut his eyes for a moment. Your cat coming down the stairs stole his moment of silence.

He grimaced at the cat watching as it swayed its tail walking through the living room to its bed. It stared at your boyfriend not bothering to lay on him or cuddle with him. He disliked your boyfriend Jeno too, the feeling was mutual. You came downstairs seeing your boyfriend sitting lazily on the couch. You shook your head deciding whether or not to tell him about the dinner party later on. He only had an hour and forty minutes to get prepared for it and he hasn't exactly been easy to work.

"Jeno," You called from the bottom of the staircase. He hummed shutting his eyes again trying to enjoy any bit of silence he could get. You walked closer entering the living space. "All the people in the area have been invited next door to a dinner party tonight. It starts in about two hours so if you want to come be ready to go by then," you said placing a hand on your hip. He sighed opening his eyes again his peace disturbed by you. He sat up lifting himself off the couch and walking past you. You rolled your eyes turning back up the stairs, your cat standing up and following behind you.

At the blue hour, you were ready to go. You picked up the innovation just in case you needed it to enter. You took a glance at it placing it in your purse. Then for a moment, your heart jumped. You reached into your bag pulling it out. You checked the invitation reading it closely. It had changed. The dress code and the decoration of the paper. The once red and white invitation was now red and gold. You read it closely business casual turned into a full-on gown.

Dear reader, My brothers and I invite you tonight to join us for a dinner party we will be hosting. The party with start at the hour of blue and will be held at our home. The theme is a sexy masquerade, so come in your best-dressed suits and dresses. Attendance is welcomed but not mandatory.

P.S. If you do not have a mask one will be provided for you Also, drinks will be served so don't bring your kids. -Y

So Doyoung didn't write this? You thought of seeing the letter Y instead of D like the letter from earlier. Still shaken by the sudden change of everything on the small piece of paper you decided to go anyway.

You left the innovation on the dresser in your room where Jeno could see just in case he changed his mind. You took a picture of it just in case it decided to change colors again and went to change your entire outfit, luckily having some time left to do so. When you finished getting ready you stepped out of your bedroom where a deep purple silk dress outlined with black lace. It had a low cut outlining the curve of your breasts but not too much still leaving the valley hidden under the fabric. You had done your makeup really focusing on your eyes since even though your face would be hidden by the mask your eyes would still shine. You paired the dress with a pair of black heels and a long black silk coat flack feather puffing out at the end.

At first, you had thought the look would be too much and had almost opted for a simple summer dress but living right next door to the party allowed you to see the people who arrived and what they wore. The women showed up in sexy but classy dresses and their husbands in suits and ties. Everyone looked stunning in their outfits, especially when the couples matched. It had made you sad Jeno would make you attend alone. However, this wouldn't be the first event you would leave him behind.

When you came down the stairs you were surprised to see Jeno standing at the front door beside Doyoung. You came down the stairs quickly standing beside Jeno who wore a t-shirt and basketball shorts, his messy hair falling over his eyes.

Doyoung on the other hand dressed in a low, v-cut black suit. His forehead is on display gracing the neighbors and you with his beauty. His eyes widened and his heart thumped the moment you came down the stairs. He had seen you in a yellow dress before when you first moved into the neighborhood two years ago. It was summertime and you were in a summer dress bringing in boxes with Jeno.

He wanted to help you but couldn't, the sun just had to shine so brightly that day. He took in the sight of you standing in front of him, forgetting for a moment he wasn't picking you up to sweep you away and leave this house. He didn't even mind your boyfriend was standing there watching as he practically gawked at you. But he composed himself, he wasn't here to steal you away. Instead, he was here to give you something.

"Doyoung, Hello again," you said bowing at his presence. A part of you happy to see the gorgeous man, even though you would see him again in a couple of minutes. He bowed back placing his hand over his stomach his posture perfect, like a prince. "Hello, Y/n and…?" he knew your boyfriend's name he just didn't care enough to say it. "Jeno," he said waiting for the opportunity to leave.

“Jeno," he said flatly turning back to you. He never understood what you saw in this man. He was lazy and unreliable. He never showed you any attention or care, just tossed you away every day and night. Sometimes he would even go hours without being in the same house as you hanging out with his friends or mistress and recently he saw her more than ever before.

He was disgusted by him and didn't understand how you weren't. "Well I have brought a gift for you," he said showing you the red velvet box in his hands. He opened it exposing the golden mask inside for you. Your eyes glowed staring at the golden mask, what was left of the sun shining shimmering on it. "I apologize for only having one. I was not aware of your presence," he said to Jeno who suddenly began to become interested in the encounter with the unfamiliar man. He had met everyone in this neighborhood, why hadn't he met him?

You took the box from Doyoung's hands. Jeno looked over at the mask and then back at Doyoung. "I hope you like it," he said observing your face as you continued to stare in awe at the mask. Doyoung couldn't help but smile. If he could he'd give you anything, including the world just to see you smile. Jeno huffed crossing his arms over his chest quickly becoming annoyed with the stranger at his door. "I assume you will not be attending," Doyoung said clearing his throat. He looked Jeno up and down seeing the grey dirty socks on his feet. He wiped his fingers of dust as he waited for Jeno to reply.

"I am," Jeno said. Doyoung hadn't expected to hear that tonight. He widened his eyes his hands falling. He sucked in a breath relaxing.

Composing himself he smiled without teeth. He bowed his head politely, "Of course. I assumed based on your attire you would not be joining us. How foolish of me, you too will come together," he said stepping back. He turned to you and then Jeno bowed as he said goodbye and walked down the few steps in the front of your home and back to his house. Jeno walked away the minute the door closed and into your shared bedroom. Deciding you had already waited enough for him you put on your shoes and went to the party.

"Will she come," one of the men asked Doyoung who came back home wearing a defeated look on his face. He and his brothers stood in a long grey hallway barely hidden from the party. People began to gather in their ballroom swaying to the classical music that played. Doyoung sighed his head slightly falling, he nodded his brown hair barely moving from the hair gel. A gentle piece of his hair fell over laying on his forehead. "She is coming but not alone. She's bringing that wretched boyfriend of hers," he said disgustedly. His brothers huffed, one even rolling his brown eyes.

"So what are we going to do?" one asked placing his hands in his pants pocket and letting out a puff of air. Another shrugged, "We could eat him," both men turned to their brother with wide eyes and pale expressions on their faces. "Do you have no sense?" Doyoung asked his brother who just shrugged taking a sip of his drink. "Yuta that is a terrible plan," The other said shaking his head. He took his hand out of his pocket and ran it through his long brown hair.

“We need to find a way to separate them, without killing him," he said looking at Yuta who could care less. He always assumed killing your boyfriend would be faster and more efficient. You'd be available a whole lot quicker and wouldn't have to worry about an ex. He didn't take into account that one you'd be sad and would need time to heal and two if you ever knew he killed him you'd hate him, even if you didn't like your boyfriend.

"It's he being unfaithful to her? We can expose him," The final brother said. Doyoung thought about it tapping his chin. He crossed one arm over his chest leaning his other on it to hold his chin. It wasn't a terrible idea, but how would they make you see? He snapped his fingers together in an Ah ha! motion. He clasped his hands together wearing a smile that exposed his gums. "What is it?" Yuta asked watching Doyoung march down the hall. The other two followed close behind passing by statues and benches so sit down on them just in case you got tired of such long hallways.

You had arrived just outside the large home. Your eyes had moved their way from the fountain, from the mountains behind the home, and to the bottom up until the very top of the chateau. "Wow," is all you could say as fancy cars were parked outside the manor. You placed your mask over your face passing by a couple wearing silver masks with matching blue outfits. Your eyes followed to the side of the home seeing two men posted on each side. How rich were these people? you thought as your eyes continued to glow under the lights by the fountain.

Walking further to the chateau you couldn't help but gawk at all the old paintings and statues placed in different parts of the room you had entered. When you arrived a man dressed in black and red approached you wearing a black mask covering his eyes. "Welcome you must be Ms. Y/n the author who lives next door," He said sending a polite smile and raising his brow. You nodded and he smiled. "Excellent!" he exclaimed. He motioned his hands to the right. "Please follow me this way, I'll guide you to the party," he said walking slightly ahead of you to get to the door so you wouldn't have to open it. You gladly accepted the kind gesture until you had slightly turned your head and seen the couple before you walk through the door on the left.

"Are we going the right way?" you asked unsure if you should continue to follow him. He remained silent walking down the long gloomy hall surrounded by a thousand doors. Your heart began to quicken at the littlest sounds you heard. Take a glance out the window and see a garden and then a red maze. Turning back to the man who cleared your throat. "Excuse me I'd really like to get to the party if you would just take me there, that would be perfect-"

"Don't speak Miss, I am taking you where you need to be. You just need to trust me, alright?" He said darkly. You shook your head picked up your dress and turned away. You began to speed walk down a hallway that felt like the more you stepped the longer it got. You could hear the man's dress shoes pacing behind you on the shiny dark floor.

Deciding not to turn back you started to run. You could hear his pace pick him sounding so dangerously close to your ear. You slightly turned your head seeing him behind you, luckily at a distance. Your heels clicked on the floors as you ran quicker hoping to reach an exit. You picked up your face seeing the doors you had entered through at the end of the hallway. Taking another glance behind you, you noticed the man still close behind. You weren't going to make it to the exit. Catching your breath you walked into a nearby room.

The room was dark and cold, with only a candle placed in the middle on top of a round table. You went to move further but heard movement from the outside. You paused holding your breath so the figure couldn't hear. You looked down at the very bottom of the door seeing the shadow of feet walking and forth.

"Did you find her?" a man asked. The man from before was not alone, two pairs of feet were just outside the door. Quietly not to make a sound your shakey hand leaned closer to the lock. "I'm sorry she got away-"

"Well find her then!" the man shouted. You figured they could only be talking about you. You locked the door staring intensely at the lock as it clicked. Your body froze. Eyes widened and focused on the doorknob. The sound alarmed the two men, their ears perking up at the sound. "What was that?" the man who guided you down the hallway asked. The other shrugged, "I'm not sure. Let's get back to the party you have more guests to tend to," the stranger said. "Yes sir," The guide said the two walking away. You sighed in relief feeling the dark walls for a light switch. You find it flicking it on and illuminating the room.

Turning around to realize you bumped into a body. Terrified you slowly followed the outline of his body with your eyes meeting the man with your own. Only it wasn't the same man from before. This one was much taller, younger, and had much longer hair. He was wearing a red mask paired with his red and black suit. You bowed unsure of how else to respond, clearly you had stumbled upon the wrong room. "I'm sorry," you said. "The man outside was chasing me so I hid away in here," you said truthfully. You took a peek at the room, it was a study. Potions and other colorful liquids were placed around the room on sleeves. Books upon books surrounded the room. The books were placed so high there was a ladder to reach them. You looked to your left seeing a leather couch placed in front of a fireplace. You noticed on one of the tables an open notebook, a pen laid beside it words on a page not yet full. "Don't worry," The man said catching your attention. He stood tall in front of both hands in his pocket. You nodded turning to leave the man to his work. "Wait," he called. You paused turning back to him. "Yes?" you asked. He sighed happy you decided to stay. "I would like to know who you are, your face to be exact," You nodded forming an O with your lips. You untied the mask from behind your head letting the golden fabric slide against your neck. You held the golden mask in your hands as you looked up at the man. He stood back in slight shock. He had only ever seen you from the window. You look so beautiful so up close, like an Angel.

He cleared his throat fixing his posture. He couldn't look like such a slouch in front of you. He adjusted his blazer swallowing his Adam's apple bumping up and then down. He extended his hand, "It's nice to meet you. My name is Jaehyun," he said. You let your hand meet his shaking it. He bowed slightly to be both polite and to get a better look at your features. He smiled doing his best to keep his teeth hidden from your iris.

"It's nice to meet you Jaehyun, I'm Y/n" he held your hand for a little too long so you pulled away. Holding your hand in your own from how cold it felt. "You must live here? You asked making small talk and stealing Jaehyun from his trance. He nodded, "Yes. This is my study. Would you like a tour?" he asked holding out his arm to you. You nodded but didn't accept his arm. He didn't pester you about it and guided you through his study.

"So that's pretty much it, but one thing," he said smiling eyes glowing under the candlelight. You raised a brow standing on the other end of the table. Over the time spent in the room, you began to consider Jaehyun someone you could be friends with. It would be nice to make some more friends besides the neighbors down the street. They had invited you to a birthday party once, however, the party was for their child and you had no children.

"What is it?" you asked. He chuckled turning away and walking to a nearby shelf. He picked up the box dusting it off in the process. He placed it on the counter opened it and pulled out a purple vile. He placed a couple of drops into a cup of water handing it to you. Confused you looked into his eyes shaking your head. "What am I supposed to do with this?" you asked pointing to the cup. "Drink it," he said not moving a single part of his body, including his eyes. You scoffed surely he wasn't being serious. You would never take a drink from a stranger, regardless of how nice he was acting. You pushed it away shaking your head. It almost spilled but Jaehyun caught it in record time.

"I am not drinking that," you said. You had no idea what that purple stuff was. It could be drugs or horrible-tasting juice, regardless you weren't gonna take any chances. "Just take it," he said this time handing you the cup. You raised your lip in disgust getting ready to walk away. "I told you no, weirdo," you said walking away. As you walked towards the door you felt his hand grab your forearm. You turned to pull away but stopped. You were pulled into the dark void of this gaze. His mask was removed from concealing his face anymore. His eyes glowed a dark shade of yellow. Falling deeper into the black hole of his eyes.

The party and drink long forgot as you stand still, unable to talk to move. Your mouth is slightly agape when you raise the drink to your lips. "Be a good girl and drink it," he said watching closely as the drink found your lips. The cup of purple liquid touched your lips slipping past them and sliding down your throat. You remained in eye contact with Jaehyun until the very last drop was gone. Once you were done the cup fell to the ground and you ran away finding your way to the ballroom.

Jaehyun remained placing his mask back on and followed behind.

The ballroom was filled with people dressed in suits and gowns wearing masks that concealed the top half of their faces. Some did wear masking covering their whole face as well. Your eyes danced around the large room seeing a golden chandelier placed above you. You smiled seeing all the pretty lights glow as the music played from the band that had taken the stage at the start of the party. "Some dinner party," you said looking back at all the people. A man came up to you holding a tray of drinks. You gladly accepted one thanking the man as he walked away smiling. You sipped the alcohol letting it slide down your throat. You held the glass In your hand watching everyone else dance as you swayed alone.

"Now this is no way to treat a lady," You heard a familiar voice from behind you. You turned around to see Doyung supporting a new look with his hair. A strand of it rested upon his pale forehead. It suited him well. He also wore a green mask on his face. You smiled as he bowed and you bowed back holding onto your drink making sure it wouldn't spill. "Where is Jeno?" he asked looking around. You sighed letting your shoulders fall. Doyoung picked a glass from a nearby server. He clinked it against yours cheering. You took a sip letting the drink simmer down your throat. "I don't think he's coming," you said. "I had a feeling he wouldn't. He doesn't even come to events I've planned," you confessed holding your drink and watching as other couples laughed or danced. Doyoung while hating your boyfriend felt sorry for you. A lady should never arrive at such a party alone. She should have someone on her arm to protect and show her off.

He sent you a half smile holding out his hand. He noticed the way you kept fantasying about all the people who swirled around on the dance floor. It had been so long since you danced, especially with a partner. "Care to dance with me?" he asked gently holding his hand out. You hesitated for a moment before you finished your drink and took his hand. Doyoung was a great dancer. He held you close but with a respectful amount of distance. He placed his hand in yours and his other on the middle of your back stepping with you every move you made. You twirled around with him for what felt like hours. He looked like an absolute prince and he treated you like a princess with the way he held you and spoke to you. He made you feel so seen and heard. He made you in this moment like nobody else was around just him and you.

You felt his movement slow as the man tapped him on the shoulder with dark black hair. "May I step in?" he asked. Doyoung nodded sending you a smile. He lightly squeezed your hands as he let go stepping aside to find his other brother. You took hold of this new man whose face was covered with a purple mask. "It's nice to meet you, I'm Yuta," he said leaning down and kissing your knuckles. You chuckled holding your hand faintly over your mouth and hiding your smile. For some reason like Doyoung, you felt close to this man and all you knew was his name, and for a moment, just a moment you forgot all about Jeno.

"Why don't you kiss me," Yuta slurred. The room began to spin and your head began to turn. What is in this champagne you thought as you continued to dance with Yuta. You held onto his shoulders wearing half a smile on your face unsure of how many Yuta's you were seeing. His voice like the music faded into the background. "Huh?" you said smiling your fingers dancing on his shoulder. He chuckled darkly eyes turning black. "Kiss me, my love," he said. You shook your head giggling. "No I have a boyfriend," you said thinking of Jeno for a moment. He still hadn't arrived at the party. Yuta chuckled continuing to dance with you. He held your hand gently in his as he swung you around the dance floor.

"Some day you will my love," he said confidently. He leaned down to your ear. "Once you get away from your cheating boyfriend," That seemed to have woken you up. You pushed him off and looked around. The room was completely empty, wiped of any human being that had been here through the night. Your eyes squinted as you tried to figure out where time had gone. "I don't understand. Where is everyone?" you asked looking around the room. You turned around to see Yuta still there a smile on his face.

"You were asleep for a while my love," he nudged his head to the ain't windows placed behind the stage that was missing a band. The sun was rising and when you turned around Yuta was gone. Deciding you were done with the questions you headed towards the exit only to be met with Jeno. "There you are!" he shouted walking up the stairs of the large home to you. Your face still wearing your shock barely registered his presence. "Y/n? Y/n!" he called but his voice sounded like a whisper. You looked over seeing both Doyoung and Yuta in the garden of their home a large umbrella placed over them by two tall women wearing black.

You felt your head begin to spin again and this time you clasped Jeno catching you before you fell.

It was the middle of the night when you woke from your nightmare. You leaped out of bed feeling better than ever. You looked around the room including the bathroom seeing no sign of Jeno. You left the room checking the others on the second floor. Aftering failing to find him there you moved down the stairs checking every room from the third bathroom to the basement. You huffed not finding him anywhere. Then you thought for a moment. Usually after work, he goes to a bar with his friends not too far from his job. Putting on a different paint of clothes and your shoes. You grabbed your purse and walked outside to your car. You hopped inside strapped your seatbelt and started the black car. You drove down the street to the bar you knew he'd be at.

When you arrived you realized this was not a bar in fact it was a club, lie number one you counted. You didn't even bother waiting in line and when the bouncer stopped you, you showed him your ID and said "My boyfriend is really drunk, he's inside and I need to get him home," you said to the large man wearing black. He sighed nodding his head seeing your leggings and large sweater paired with slippers were not really for the club. He opened the door for exposing you to the large number of people who danced inside. You walked feeling the vibration of the music from under your feet. Quickly you moved around people trying to find him. You pushed past a couple making out and friends dancing as you searched for him. You hadn't even noticed when you walked past a familiar pair of eyes watching and sipping his drink surrounded by women as you searched for your boyfriend.

You had finally spotted him surrounded by his friends a drink in his hand and his shirt untied. A girl sat on his lap her skirt riding up as she grinded on him. You walked over furiously grabbing a hold of your bag. Yuta pushed all the girls off of him to get a closer look.

You had braced yourself marching over to him planning your confrontation in your head. You would pull him away from her and take him home, deal with him there. Instead, you didn't, your plan had taken a completely different path.

His friends tried to warn him as you came closer, but it was too late. You pulled the girl off by her hair throwing her to the side. You took a quick look at her realizing it was a woman he worked with, her name tag still on from the company he had just become a manager at. You scoffed even more angrily than before. This wasn't just some random girl from the club. It was some plain Jane from his job, someone he worked with, someone at two Christmas parties you met. She acted so nice to you, even bought your book and asked you to sign it. You regret signing it now, but that was beside the point.

You turned to Jeno, his nostrils flared. He had been gone for months and this was why. Why couldn't he just leave you instead? Why did he have to lie?

"You can't be serious," You said crossing your arms over your chest. He raised his hands up in defense. "Baby I can explain," You slapped him in the face hard with your purse causing his whole head to turn to the right. His friends began silent and bystanders nearby came for a closer look, Yuta mixing into the crowd. He scoffed his cheek stung and had turned red but he didn't touch it nor hold it. Your chest heaved up and down as the position of your arm from the slap remained in the same position.

He turned to you slowly controlling himself along with his anger and embarrassment. The girl on the ground got up and stood in front of him. "Baby are you okay?" she asked tending to him. He waved his hand away from her turning his body. "Baby?" you asked surprised staring at him as he moved away. "Your dating?!" you yelled feeling every feeling you had bottled up erupting out of you like a volcano. "Look Y/n can we go home and talk about this? This, not the place-" "No but it's the perfect place for you to fuck her, right?" you said smiling. You looked mad as you continued to press him in the club.

"This is a perfect place to hide away instead of dealing with your problems. I mean instead of talking to me and telling me how you feel or even breaking up with me you cheat like a fucking coward," You said not missing a beat with every word and curse you threw directly at him like gunshots.

"Jeno is she the only one?" you asked crossing your arms and sucking in your lips. You raised a brow, "Huh? You better answer my question," you said sternly. He looked around at his friends, hopeless in this situation they remained silent even the girl who watched also wishing he'd answer. He shook his head his hair falling in front of his face as his head fell lower.

"Pick your head up you are ashamed you are embarrassed," You said your chin held up high. You put your purse back on your side the band remaining crossed over your body.

"Look at all these people here watching you get caught, like a rotten child. And you," you pointed to his friend group. "You've all been to my house. I've fed you all and let you sleep on my beds and this is how you thank me? You help a man cheat on the woman who fed you all!" you shouted gathering more attention from the people. Yuta sat back watching proudly, he was one step closer to getting what he wanted.

He also was taking down notes like never to piss you off.

You looked towards the girl scoffing. "You knew he had a girlfriend and you fucked him anyway and now your crying because he fucks other girls behind your back," You said getting closer to her flushed face. Hot tears streamed down her face. You wanted to hit her and punch her but your shakey hand held back deciding you really didn't have much to say to her.

"Or maybe you knew he fucked other girls and you're sad that you're a hoe who thought she was gonna become a wife and didn't," you said hearing some Ooos from the crowd. Ignoring them you turned back to Jeno ending this show.

"Jeno you are a sorry excuse for a man. You are lazy and irresponsible and I should have left you in the city when I had the chance. You are a good-for-nothing boyfriend and lover. Don't bother packing your shit, I'll have it sent to you by morning. Goodnight," You said pointing to him before you walked away and out of his life. Yuta smirked walking outside the club and following behind you. He thought about approaching you but realized he had to send the glorious news to his brothers.

You drove him your entire body heated up. You slammed on. the gas and got home at record speed. You slammed your car door marching inside. Throwing your shoes off you marched upstairs opening your bedroom window. You threw all of his clothes, shoes, and personal items outside on the ground. You destroyed it all, which you had every right to do. You had paid for everything he had including where he laid his head every night and day. Destroying everything in a fit of rage some of the neighbors began to wake up, looking outside their windows to see where the noise came from.

Not used to so much excitement in a quiet and small street they all watched and one had called the police. Jeno had arrived around the same time they did. he ushered them away explaining you were angry at him for his behavior. It seemed to have worked and they left seeing you weren't being that loud nor disturbed, only one person had complained. Jeno went to speak but you threw a shoe in his direction. He ducked covering his head and looking through his arms to see if the coast was clear.

"Clean it," Is all you said to him before you shut your window. You huffed feeling your tears begin to fall. You held them back for as long as you could, waiting for this moment here to let them fall. You curled up in bed letting your loud sobs be heard through every spot and corner of the house. Your cat found you and jumped on your bed. It cuddled up by your head you petted its back as you continued to cry.

Your phone had buzzed catching your attention for a second but you ignored it assuming it was Jeno. It had buzzed again and again before you picked it up.

"Jeno leave me alone-"

"Hello my love," you heard a dark voice say. You raised a brow sitting up on your bed. Your cat's head turned feeling the mattress shift.

"Who is this?" you asked.

"Look out your window," he said. You had closed your curtains concealing your view. You slowly pushed them back hiding by the side of the wall. You looked around holding the phone to your ear seeing no one outside except Jeno who cleaned his items off the ground.

"Up," he instructed. Your eyes followed his directions looking to the house next door. You looked at the window you always felt a strong gaze at. "To high look to your right," he said. You looked over at a garden behind the house seeing a man holding a phone to his ear. You pulled the curtains back more attempting to get a full look at him. He waved at you but you still couldn't see him. Squinting your eyes you were still unable to see. You left the window hearing a gasp from the man. You moved down the stairs. You knew it was one of the strange men next door you just couldn't tell who.

You however could tell it wasn't Yuta, it didn't sound like him at all.

You walked into your office looking out the window that was much closer to the garden. You still held the phone to your ear as you looked closer. The figure took a few steps forward the moon finally shining on his face, it was Doyoung. He smiled as well as you as he came into view. The light graced him beautifully, and you couldn't help but smile at his pretty features. The moon showcased the dried trail of your tears causing him to frown. He opened the gate to the garden and walked closer to your window. He stood outside watching you taking in your beauty. Then reality hit you, you never gave him. your number. You took a step back letting the curtain fall. It covered his face blocking his view of you.

"How did you get my number?" you asked. "My apologies for the sudden call," he began. He shook his head touching the top of his head with his hand. You could see his shadow through the curtains.

"You had given your number to Yuta, I was too nervous to ask you for it and asked him. But next time I want something from you I will ask you, can you forgive me?" he asked keeping his gaze on your light shadow. "How did Yuta get it?" you asked still unsure whether to pull back the curtain. "He said you were pretty unstable last night. Maybe you do not remember giving it to him. You two were off together for a while," he said. You tried to remember but everything was too foggy to try and figure out. The more you tried the more your head hurt. Doyoung assumed that was what you were doing since you had been silent for a while.

"Do not try so hard you will hurt yourself," he said gently. You stopped taking his advice. "I just want to say one more thing and then I may leave. While I am sorry for calling you at such a late time I wanted to ask you a question if that is alright?" he asked twisting his fingers together as the other held the phone to his ear. "Sure," you said standing directly behind the curtain. "Would you like to come to my house? I've seen what has happened between you and your lover. Maybe a look through my telescope will cheer you up," You chuckled playing with the ends of your white curtain. "You will show me the sky and it will make me happy?" you teased finding it hard to hold back your smile.

"I will show you the stars," he said simply watching your figure through the curtain. His words touch you and felt deeper than they should. "I will show you the stars," The words lingered in your head like the smell of flowers on the first day of Spring. Like a spell, you felt your body fall under the magical trance of Doyoung. You raised your hand to pull back the curtain staring into his deep brown piercing eyes. Once again forgetting all about Jeno.

You had wasted no time meeting Doyoung outside. You locked your door and feeling spontaneous you pulled him into a passionate kiss before he could speak. His eyes widened and his lips hadn't moved with yours until you let go and he pulled you back in.

"Why did you do that?" he asked touching his hands with yours. You shrugged smiling and looking into his eyes matching his lighting smile. "I don't know, but take me to see the stars," you said taking his hand. He held your hand tightly in his guidance to his garden. "If I could I'd take you to the moon," he said unable to wipe the smile off his face.

"Y/n," he took your hands in his. "I need to tell you something and I'm afraid I can not tell you alone," He said holding onto you. You raised your brow looking into his eyes. "What is it?" you asked. He sighed sending you a small smile. "Come with me," you nodded letting him guide you inside.

You traveled through the West door hand in hand with Doyoung. He smiled you behind him taking in the scenery of the manor. You could hear the sound of his heels clicking on the floor as he ran past the large staircase in front of the main entrance. "My room is placed in the East Wing," he said entering another long hallway. He snapped his fingers and each candle lit on each mantle placed on the wall. The hallway appeared less scary with the lights on. You could finally see the art that was placed in between the spaces of statues. Doyoung slowed down his speed letting you explore.

"Who are these people?" you asked. Doyoung walked over to a statue of a man's head. "Members of our family. Our parents left us this house a long time ago," he said putting his hands behind his back and clasping his hand over his wrist. You continued to live in the woah of figures. "Shall we continue?" he asked politely offering you his hand. You nodded gladly accepting it walking you down the hallway and linking your arm with his.

He is so polite, such a gentleman. You looked up at him smiling at his features. Something about him drew you closer. The kiss you shared earlier is evidence of that. You felt like your lips were pulling you closer to him like a magnetic force. You had felt the same way with Jaehyun and Yuta. Something powerful about them, their aura strong. You didn't feel a negative feeling when you were with them, you felt more comfortable and safe.

Doyoung smiled as you walked beside him. "We're here," He said opening his door. He led you inside opening a small door by the light switch. A rope was yanked and the sound of bells went off in the house. Seconds later a knock was placed on the door. Doyoung grinned opening the door and exposing his brothers. They all stepped inside greeting you and him.

"How are you and your boyfriend?" Yuta asked bowing to you and then standing straight up. You rolled your eyes letting out a huff. "Not good. We broke up," You said. Yuta pursed his lips hiding a smile and nodding his head, "That's good. I wasn't much of a fan of his," he said walking further inside.

Doyoung cleared his throat gathering all of your attention.

"Now you all may be wondering why you are. Allow me to explain," He said just before the power cut. Heavy rain began to fall outside. Yuta cursed and Jaehyun went to gather some candles. You helped them light them in various places in the room. You took notice of the lack of pictures Doyoung had. Only old paintings on his wall.

"Now where were we?" He asked tapping his chin. He clapped his hands together, "Ah Yes," He pulled Yuta closer and Jaehyun sat them down. He brought a chair for you and you sat down facing the boys. "We have something to tell you but you have to promise not to lose your shit," Yuta said. You chuckled lost especially at his choice of words. There couldn't be anything they could tell you right now with the night you've had to make you crazy.

"Should we wait? I mean this could be a bad time," Doyoung asked second guessing his decision to tell you. He bit his fingernails as Yuta shook his head. He didn't want to frighten you. "No tell her," he said. Doyoung sighed shaking his head small pieces of hair falling forward. "I don't know. What if she freaks out?" Yuta sighed rubbing his temple with his fingers. "She'll be fine just say it," He said beginning to get frustrated. "I don't know if I can I mean-" "Just say it," Yuta said.

"Say what?" you asked looking between the two of them. They needed to quit playing around and get to the point. "Y/n please I don't know if you will be able to handle this. It's very complex-" "Oh stop it it's not that hard. Y/n we are-"

Jaehyun gruffed tired of the bickering. "We're vampires," He said. The room went silent. Your lips curved up, and you started chuckling in your seat then chuckling turned to laughter. You held your stomach almost falling onto the ground.

"That's it really?" you asked eyes squinting to prevent tears from falling. "Are you insane?" you asked continuing your laughter. The boys confused looked at one another and then at you. Your laughter died down as you relaxed into your seat. "Okay okay you guys look serious, I'll stop," You couldn't the small laughter that broke through.

"Would you like us to show you?" Jaehyun asked. You nodded your neighbors were insane. "Thank you guys I really needed it. If you don't mind I'll get going…" The words died on your tongue. You plopped right back down into your seat. A rabbit struggled in Doyoungs hands as he handed it to Yuta. Yuta held the rabbit pulling its head back. You saw his teeth for the first time. Two in particular that were longer and sharper than the rest. He pulled his head back then lunched forward sinking his teeth into the rabbit. The rabbit kicked its feet struggling under his strong grip. Then it stopped. Stopped kicking, stopped moving. It stopped breathing. Yuta had drained it dry.

You fell over in your seat backing away from the three. Yuta threw the rabbit to the side licking his teeth. You reached for the doorknob and ran down the long hallway. The candles went out as you ran past each of them heading for the exit. You looked back to see if they were behind you. You couldn't see them but you could hear them.

"Fuck fuck fuck," You cursed as you ran faster multiple things running through your mind. Yuta ate a rabbit, raw. Sucked its blood and threw it away like trash. You didn't try to piece things together just the facts.

Fact One: They are vampires.

Fact Two: They were dangerous.

And Fact Three: You needed to get out of here.

You entered the main floor looking around for the door. Seeing the entrance to run up to it trying to open it. It didn't budge. You thrust your body against it but to no avail. Not wanting to waste any more energy on it you ran to the only other exit you knew, the garden. The garden door is still wide open. You ran to it watching as rain poured on the freshly cut grass. You smiled as you drew closer watching as the door slammed shut. You paused eyes widening. You slammed on the door kicking and screaming. "Let Me Out!" you shouted hoping someone outside would hear you. "Help!" you shouted still holding onto the possibility someone would hear you. "Y/n please I do not wish to hurt you," You heard Jaehyun say from behind you. You didn't even turn to him. Instead, you ran towards another door that led downstairs and upstairs. You locked it behind you then ran down hoping another exit would be there. Running down the steps made of cement you gasped at the darkness of the room. You let your hands guide you making sure not to hit anything. Lightening clashed allowing the room for a second to be filled with light. You saw a light bulb hanging from the top. When lightning struck again you walk further to it pulling the string, but you had pulled the wrong one and the sound of bells could be heard throughout the manor. You wanted to cry, how stupid to pull the wrong string.

You pulled the opposite light seeing as a part of the room lit up the light was not bright enough to cover the entire room. You walked further inside slowly down to catch your breath. "I need to find a way out," You said feeling yourself start to become sticky with sweat. Your chest heaved up and down a mixture of exhaustion and nerves. Adrenaline pumped through your veins eyes wandering like a mad woman trying to find a way to escape.

You continued your journey the basement was pretty much empty, minus the old furniture and papers. You didn't bother distracting yourself with exploring anything, they could find you at any moment. You walked further inside the light from the light bulb fading away. "Fuck," you cursed looking around for any source of light. Your eyes discovered a flashlight. You clicked it a couple of times before it blinked then turned around.

Dripping water and the grail under your feet could be heard in the silence that filled the basement. You shivered at the lack of heat. Of course, they would have a creepy basement. You found a door at the other end of the basement opening it believing it to be an exit. Instead, there were two sets of stairs. One leading down and another leading up.

You flashed the light down to more cement steps. "Probably a cellar," You said then flashed the light upstairs. "Could lead to the West Wing and possible exit," Your legs shook at the idea of one of them waiting for you on each side. Your subconscious is playing tricks on you. You flashed the flashlight again downstairs hearing more water droplets fall. You almost dropped your flashlight at the sound of paper rustling.

You shivered checking behind you and seeing nothing. You turn back around slowly not to make a sound. You needed to make a choice fast. Your body faces away from the wooden door that remained open. You slowly closed it keeping your front away. You let out a sigh jumping as lighting struck seeing Yuta's creeping up from the cellar. You gasped throwing the flashlight at his head as you rain upstairs.

You didn't even realize you were running up more than a flight of stairs you just kept running. You ran into another dark gloomy hallway running into another room that led to the top of the stairs looking below the ballroom.

"How big is this fucking place?" You said running down the velvet carpet to another room. You saw an outline on the wall by a dark wooden door. You pushed it causing it to open. When it opened you looked around seeing the coats clear. You walked inside closing the door behind you. It closed to a bookcase, a hidden door. You made a self note making sure to check the walls for a faster more clever escape.

You sighed taking the moment to catch your breath. Your hands fell to your knees flashlight still in hand. The room was dark unable to see you flashed your flashlight to look around for a door. Walking further into the room before your heart dropped. You cursed at yourself stomping your foot on the ground.

You were back in Doyoung's bedroom and the three of them were waiting inside. You turned running to the window, at this point, you'd prefer a broken leg or arm than to be here. But after seeing how high you were from the ground you tried to make a run for the fake door. Jaehyun quicker than you stood in front of it.

"Now that you've had your fun," Doyoung said walking over to the chair you sat in before. He pulled it out motioning his hand to it, "Why don't you sit down and we'll explain everything," You sighed in defeat sitting down. Doyoung pushed in your seat and returned back to his candles. "Great now let's begin with the origin story," he said lighting another candle. "Yuta was the oldest and came from Japan…"

His family was very poor so he'd steal to get enough money for them to live. He eventually found a group of people that took him to France. In France, he had raided man's rich homes stealing their goods which were pawned for money. He had so much of it, it couldn't even match the price money on every wanted poster plastered with his face on it. He gave most of it to his family in Japan and the rest to nearby families who struggled like him. However, one day when he visited France he followed a woman into an alley. There he pleased himself and her but she had tricked him. Taking a bite into his neck to feed he pushed her off before she sucked him dry. He left woozy and unable to see. Finding the thieves he road with they took him back to Japan to his family.

After days he arrived home better than ever, the rush you feel when you die and come back to life. His rush quickly faded at the sight of his door. It was busted in as well as the windows. He ran inside seeing the mess of his childhood home. His parents were gone as well as his aunts and uncles.

He searched for them but to no avail. A stack of gold that he had sent to them was placed on the table untouched. The bread was modeled and rotten. They had been gone for a while. Had they left him? Did they move to a better home? He tried to fill his mind with happier thoughts of his family happy somewhere else. Instead, he heard a cry, a cry of a child. He walked upstairs seeing one of his sisters on the ground weeping. She was sick, pale skinned. He lightly touched her with his chilling hand. Her whole body was on fire. He figured the only way to save her was to bite her so he did. She had stopped and relaxed. "Don't go outside," she said.

"Why?" he asked. He heard rustling and shouting. He ran outside seeing the thieves take off without him. They had set him up.

He was taken back to France to be executed, but after a conversation overheard by two guards he discovered the crown prince was deeply ill and after enough convincing he could save the man's life they let him.

This is where he met Doyoung the middle of the three. Born in South Korea to a royal family they had set him up with the princess of France, which was rare for their family only pairing within the people. But the country needed money and the deal had already been set. However, their son had become completely ill just before his marriage. At the time they were not sure of what it was, now we know it was a simple common cold, not yet ready to be fought off by humans.

Yuta was brought in to save him by the sources apprentice, Jung Jaehyun who moved from Korea to study magic. Jung Jaehyun the youngest of the three trusted Yuta to save Doyoung. Yuta was brought by hundred guards to the prince's chambers. They feared he might try an escape. Yuta had thought about fleeing but figured if he saved the country's prince they'd forgive him for what he had done to them all and he would get his family back.

When he reached the chambers he was still unsure of how he'd save him. He knew the woman in the alley who had bitten him saved some of the problems he was struggling with, with his body so he assumed if she could cure him then why can't I cure another man? Little did he know he was curing a man with a disease. An awful disease that promised ever-lasting life but brought nothing but pain and sorrow into one's life. He bit the tip off his finger letting the drop fall into Doyoung's tea. He sipped it and by morning he was better.

Doyoung began to express joy and the utmost energy up early in the mornings until late at night. Until he got hungry, Yuta knew of this hungry, and his new friend went out and gave Doyoung small animals to feed on. Until he needed more and ate one of his guards. Well-rested and ready for the day he walked outside still covered in blood only to be burned by the sunlight. The guards dragged him back in assuming he was possessed by a demon the king had the source come in.

Jaehyun knew it was no demon but a virus passed on by Yuta to the prince. He knew the king would have him killed so he fled with him to what would one day be called the Americas. During his boat ride, he had become dangerously ill, especially after losing so much blood from letting the two men feed. He let them turn him the minute they got to shore. Then after decades, they finally moved her next to fans of your book. "So that is how we became to be who we are," Doyong said lighting another candle. He placed it on the small table by his bed, the small fire lighting up another part of the space. You watched as he sat back down beside his brothers awaiting your reaction. You gulped still unsure of how to feel about the three vampires that lived within walking distance of your house. No, the vampires that sat right across from you in one of their bedrooms.

If they wanted to hurt you they would have done it. They would have bitten you or sucked you dry of every drop of blood the night you were in their home alone in that dark hallway. But why did they befriend you instead? Invite you to their home for dinner and to see their garden. You even invited them to your home overtime once Jeno left. You tapped your finger on the velvet cloth that covered the small table before you. You couldn't look them in the eyes, not yet. Part of you is scared and the other part is nervous.

"This was a waste of time," You heard Yuta his foot stomping on the ground as he spoke. His arms crossed over his chest. "I mean look she clearly is scared of us," He said motioning his hand to you. Jaehyun sighed scratching the back of his head. He looked over at Doyoung. "Maybe he's right. We should have waited," he said. Doyoung shook his head eyes slightly widened at Jaehyun. He stood up walked to your chair and stood behind it.

"Nonsense. She is perfectly fine. I exposed myself to her on the night of the moon and I shall not wish to take it back," he said sternly pressing his hands into the side of your chair. "Would Y/n?" Yuta asked. Doyoung stuttered unsure of how to respond to his eldest brother. "I…I do not know," he said losing the underlying confidence in his tone. Yuta was slick and rather blunt with his choice of words, however, he was never wrong in what he said specifically, the questions he asked. He could sniff out a lie like a cat can sniff out a mouse. He professional liar at best he was, he knew when someone was not telling the truth. He needed you, to be honest with him so he knew his next move or next question.

"Tell me Y/n are you afraid?" he asked leaning closer to you to get a better look at the way your head lifted and face changed. Small beads of swear courtesy of nerves forming on your warm skin. The sweat cools your body to the chills on the back of your neck. Small hairs rise without falling on your body, and no wind motioning them safely down. You were scared and falling apart right in front of him. You glanced at each vampire in the room each sparing you a chilling smile. In the heat of the moment so much blood pumping through your veins you couldn't help yourself. Yuta's imitating stare crawls its way through your eyes and into your gut.

The wind began to pick up from the opened window cooling your body down in the slightest, it began to cut the light of the candles. Only one remained and it was placed in front of you illuminating the small of your face. Lips trembling as Yuta's hand crept forward nails dragging against the velvet table. Two fingers flicked up pinching the fire. Darkness spread across the room.

You pushed back your chair strong enough at the moment to break Doyoung's grip and ran as if your life depended on it. "Don't worry my brothers. She will come to us," Yuta said with a menacing tone. "How? She does not trust us?" Jaehyun asked. "We will each take turns," He said standing up to the window and watching as you run out of the manor. You continued to pick up pace never turning back. Yuta chuckled his hand pulling the dark curtain back. You made it past the fountain to the gated entrance of the manor. Pulling back the large, black iron gate with all your strength you ran down the hill. Running straight to your home.

"Doyoung you will go first, Jaehyun you will go second and I will go last. We needed her to trust us or it won't work," Yuta said darkly letting the curtain slip from his fingers. He fixed his rings turning back to his brothers. "How?" Doyoung asked. "The same way you did before she knew, you just have to try harder now," He smirked going over to his younger brother. Waving his hands as he spoke, "Woo here, tell her things no one has told her before. Make her feel special and cared for, be the exact thing she thinks she needs," He said. Doyoung shook his head, "You want me to deceive her?" he asked following his brother with his eyes.

Yuta shook his head, "No no, loving her is not new for you, or you," he looked at Jaehyun. He stood behind Doyoung placing both hands on either shoulder. He watched Jaehyun as well from behind Doyoung.

"She is our missing piece. We've waited a long time for this Doyoung, don't ruin it with nonsense," he said sternly. Doyoung sighed defeated. He could not argue with his brother, he had never been wrong about anything. Jaehyun and he followed the elder blindly since they fled the kingdom many decades ago.

"What if she is hurt?" Jaehyun asked finally speaking up. Yuat left Doyoung walking to Jaehyun. He took a carton of cigarettes out of his pocket. Walking to Jaehun who pulled out a lighter lighting it for him. After a couple of puffs, he spoke blowing some of the smoke at Jaehyun. "Trust me not a hair on her body will be harmed," The cigarette hung from his lips. "If anything happens it's because you properly did something wrong," He pointed at him. "Remember we all love her and we agreed to share her. Brothers I am trusting you will not let your silly feelings make you forget we agreed she would be ours if it is what she wants. And if one can't have her then none of us will understand?" he asked but really told. Both vampires nodded their heads hanging high.

"Great," he smiled exposing his teeth. He turned to Doyoung putting out his cigarette. "You will be first so make sure you get some rest. You have a long day tomorrow," he patted his shoulder and left Jaehyun following behind shutting the door closed. Doyoung sided walking to his window. From this view, he could see the opposite side of the house, another neighbor's window of an older woman getting ready for bed. He turned away staring at the moon, "It will work," he said.

"She will desire me. The way I to her and it will burn," Doyoung said as his eyes fell from the moon and waited for tomorrow.

To Be Continued…

Yes, this will be Five Parts.

Part 1: I Begin to Desire You. Call it Playing with Fire Part 2: You, Who Brought Heaven Part 3: Loving You Is Incomplete and Risky Part 4: Come to Me Like You'll Swallow Me Up Part 5: Like a Storm, You're My Favorite

This is my first series on here so I hope you all enjoy it! I didn't want to make this short story really really long so I broke it down. Making sure I write everything I needed to write but also not overwhelm anyone.

Enjoy :)

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Definition of hate (j.s) (masterlist)

Johnny Suh is insufferable. He’s rich, arrogant, and anything but funny. You refuse to believe he is worth anything more than walking away from– over and over again– because you keep showing up for his friends, and his friend’s keep forcing you to talk to him.

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TOTAL WORDCOUNT ― 88k

PAIRING ― johnny x afab reader

CONTENT ― enemies to lovers, soft top johnny, female reader, extreme slow burn, pining, anxiety, arguments, jealousy, college setting, talk of home life troubles, partying, and drinking.

other tags are provided before each chapter.

SIDE CHARACTERS ― mark lee as the platonic soulmate, haechan as the guy who can’t keep a job, taeyong as the story teller, jaehyun as the guy who exists when he feels like it, unnamed best friend, made up ex girlfriend of johnny for drama purposes

WARNING!! though I have already revised this fic, i have missed some things. there are still a few indications of the reader turning “red” during certain scenes. I will go through and edit it out as soon as I have time. I apologize for missing those errors. This was written back before I recognized the harm it caused, and have since removed it from my writing and no longer use these terms when describing reader. So, just be aware of that until I can edit it out.

!! CHAPTERS !!

one ―14.8k two ― 17.2k three ―13.1k four ― 15.4k five ― 11.5k finale ―16.2k

if you think you’ve read this fic before, it’s because you have. l*cas was a side character and i have since went through and replaced him. i have also edited the entire fic and changed the title.

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bath1lda · 15 days

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the most basic MASTERLIST ever

I don’t take requests! I just write whatever I want 🤷🏻‍♀️

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How to (not) Write a Book (M): Werewolf! Taeyong x Female reader

Comforting Jisung (M)

Fuck the Police (M): Werewolf! Yuta x Witch! Female reader

The Moon Makes No Mistakes (M): Werewolf! Jeno x Female reader x Werewolf! Jaemin

Perfect Little Toy (M): Werewolf! Mark x Witch! Female reader

Too Young (M): Werewolf! Jisung x Witch! Female reader (Sequel to Presenting)

New Town, New Me(M): Werewolf! Jaemin x Witch! Female reader

Presenting(M): Werewolf! Jisung x Witch! Female reader

Sucks to Be Him(M): Werewolf! Haechan x Witch! Female reader

Epiphany(M): Werewolf! Doyoung x Witch! female reader (pt.1) (pt.2) (pt. 3) (pt. 4) (pt. 5) (pt. 6) (pt. 7) (pt. 8) (pt. 9) (pt. 10) (pt. 11) (pt. 12) (pt. 13 FINALE)

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f4 (m)

pairing: dom!mark + dom!jaemin + dom!jeno + dom!haechan x sub!reader

words: 4k+

summary: the most popular guys at school are wanted by everyone and anyone. the problem is… they only want you.

genre: smut

warnings: foursome (fivesome?), a little dub con, breeding kink, oral sex, lots of orgasms, lots of creampies, yandere vibes

inspired by mark, jaemin, jeno and haechan being considered the f4 of their academy

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also I shall send in my first request 😔☝️

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bath1lda · 21 days

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𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗒 - 𝗄𝗂𝗆 𝖽𝗈𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀 ✰

synopsis: as doyoung spotted a tiny birthmark on the back of your arm that seemed to be identical to his own, he panicked. of course it was you of all people – the person that he learned to loathe around campus. always a step ahead of him, always the better grades, and always the prettier smile. how could he not have noticed before?

a/n: lowercase intended. soulmate/college!au, fem!reader. mlist g: angst/fluff wc: 5,1k cw: mentions of food and alcohol, anxiety.

doyoung felt his eyes prickle with dryness as he tried to blink for the first time in a few moments. it seemed impossible for him to pry his gaze off the tiny mark right above your elbow. as if he feared it disappearing in the same way it seemingly had materialized out of nowhere today. or did it? he had known you for a while now and he never noticed it before? it was a dark maroon color, almost shaped like a crescent, laughing at him from across the room. it sent shivers down his spine. it was identical to his own.

panic tightened his chest as he blindly stumbled in the aisle behind him, a group of students passing him as they gave him curious looks. he felt as if his world was turning upside down. this moment was supposed to be something good, something pure, something full of love and light. at least that was what he had been told from the moment he was born. but as he peeked through the bookshelves at you, still sitting at one of the desks in the study hall, all he could feel was his dry throat and flat breathing. you of all people really had turned out to be the one.

it wasn’t that you were inherently a bad person – that was if you were to ask anyone but doyoung. you were smart, a diligent student, you worked hard and tried even harder to be kind to the people you met throughout your life. but for doyoung, you were something similar to the bane of his existence. ever since he started college, you’ve always been better than him. he could take whatever class he wanted, if you were enrolled as well, he could bid his goodbyes to the hundred percent for his grades. because you were always just a bit better than him, you always wrote just a tiny bit more, you always had the best arguments against his and it was driving him mad at best.

even his friends liked to tease and joke about his supposed “one-sided” rivalry between you two. because, to be completely honest, doyoung had only spoken to you not more than two or three times outside of class. though he had never exactly been mad about this, quite the opposite. he had always been more than happy for you two to be parting your ways wordlessly after you had completely humiliated him during class discussion. you even had him question why he was still studying law at the best of times. but doyoung was just as much of a diligent student as you were. you were just a little bit better.

and so, the last thing he expected to see on this thursday afternoon, on his way to study for the upcoming exam (the one you were probably also studying for in this exact moment), was his birthmark on your bare arm, while you were unconscious of anything out of the ordinary happening. at this point, he felt this was all a cruel joke from the universe, putting him with the person he learned to hate before he even had a chance to learn to love. how would he ever manage to get you on his good side, if all you knew of him was spiteful looks and petty remarks?

his thoughts were harshly interrupted as he felt an arm wrap around his shoulders, giving him a tight squeeze.

“what’s gotten into you? you look like you’ve seen a ghost,” johnny joked, one of the few people doyoung still knew from high school. he was also one of the people that could never leave him in peace with his teasing. still, doyoung managed to rip his eyes off your figure, giving johnny a bewildered look. maybe he could play this off. or maybe johnny already saw him standing there between the biology encyclopaedias, creeping on you like some sort of stalker.

“i just talked to mr. choi,” he began, ignoring the burning on his cheeks to get through his lie, “and we’re fucked. the exam is gonna be fifty pages long, at least”

johnny let out a dry chuckle and motioned his head to get doyoung to walk towards the exit with him, his arm still tightly wrapped around the younger’s shoulder. who couldn’t really tell if this unamused laughter meant johnny had not a single care in the world for exams, or that he didn’t believe his lie at all. so, he let himself be pulled out of the library, risking a last short glance over his free shoulder to see you still sitting in your seat, hunched over your books, with the same mark on your elbow. nothing much had changed for you this afternoon, you were still focused on being the good student you always had been.

“you need to go out into the sun more, meet some people,” johnny said, munching away on his lunch. after he had dragged doyoung out of the library, he drove the two of them to the nearest restaurant, whining for something better to eat than whatever the university’s cafeteria had to offer.

“i meet plenty of people,” doyoung grumbled as he shifted in his seat. he poked his fries with the one he held in his hand, though if he was honest, he had lost all appetite for the day.

“the people in your classes don’t count. you probably don’t even talk to them unless it’s to say they suck” the older continued. he had a teasing smile on his face, taking a big bite out of his burger. doyoung scoffed at this, sending a salty glare to his friend.

“so who do i always go out with on the weekends?” he shot back, but johnny was quick to shut him down just as easily.

“my friends. that i made,” his smile grew. “by myself.”

doyoung could only reciprocate an emotionless smile at this, it was pointless to keep arguing against him because he knew johnny was right. this whole semester he had been so focused on being the best in his year (to be better than you) that he completely neglected his social life. if it weren’t for johnny, he probably would’ve never left his dorm on his own. let alone make any friends.

“and besides,” johnny spoke up again, “i don’t think there is anybody else in this world that would get so invested like this made-up rivalry of yours.”

the week of doyoung’s discovery had been flying by for you, barely having enough time to catch up with classes while preparing for the upcoming exams. sometimes you really loathed being a law student, though it sort of was the only thing you knew to be. you had spent nearly every minute of your spare time in the library, revising as many cases as possible and scattering through book after book until you felt your eyes burn and your blood no longer rushing through your legs.

the only strange thing you found was doyoung, the boy you had nearly every class with and who despised you for reasons beyond your best guesses, suddenly disappearing over the weekend. he had been at the library almost as much as you, sometimes you felt as if he was rushing to be the first to arrive. he definitely had the unfortunate habit of hogging all the books you also needed, so needless to say, you weren’t exactly mad when he was nowhere to be found after thursday afternoon.

but there was a curious feeling in the depths of your stomach when he didn’t show for the friday class he had with you. it was the first time you had ever noticed him being absent in a class ever, and it definitely got noticed by the other students as well. some suggested he got finally sick of the endless class discussions, others mentioned rumours of him secretly going crazy, locked away in his dorm room.

you, however, couldn’t help but feel the curious feeling grow into concern when he also didn’t show up to your monday class in civil law. it was hard to tell which confused you more; his sudden absence or your sudden interest in his whereabouts. it wasn’t that he was overly fond of you, to be fair. his attitude towards you made it incredibly clear that he did not like you one bit. and yet, you couldn’t shake your thoughts of him. he was a model student, he was surely smarter than you, and doing brilliantly at college, so why would he suddenly miss classes so late before the final exams?

you barely noticed how harshly you had been biting your bottom lip until your friend shook you out of your thoughts with a nudge. “your lips are bleeding, y/n” she said, her brows furrowed though she tries to force a sympathetic smile on her face.

“i’m sure everyone’s just exaggerating. mr. choi would never make us do fifty pages of cases, he’s way too nice for that,” she continued, spinning her pen between her fingers. if it wasn’t for that nervous habit of hers, you almost would’ve fallen for her encouraging words, but both of you knew better. you could never trust anybody when it came to studying law. it truly brought out the worst in people.

her defeated sigh told you that she noticed the unconvinced grimace on your face, yet she kept her eyes wandering through the room, as if to look for something else to talk about. you had a dim sense of foreboding of which topic she was going to choose next, and you squeezed your eyes shut for a split second as you heard her pronounce his name. it almost sent shivers down your spine, the way you didn’t even dare to say his name out loud. you really had no reason as to why his name suddenly felt so precious to form out loud, it was as if you were scared of summoning him suddenly, or rather, of him never returning again. as if his name was a curse and you were desperate for a last little glimpse of him. of the boy who never spared you more than a snide glance when he passed you in the hallways? of the boy who now seemed more like a dream to you than a real person.

“hello?” you felt your friend kicking your shin under the table slightly. not enough to hurt, but not exactly gentle either. “earth to y/n?”

with a short blink, you trained your eyes back on your friend’s face. she looked displeased, her thoroughly kempt brows furrowing at the sight of your absent-minded stare. “what if he really did… you know?” she said then, as if expecting you to have listened to what she said at all.

“did what?” you blurted out, confusion evident as you were the one furrowing your brows now. “who?”

“you know who! gosh, have i been talking to a wall this entire time?”

she threw the pen that was still trained in her hand over to your side of the table, her motions again just gentle enough that it landed safely between your crossed arms. blush burned deep under your skin now, if she only knew what was going through your mind while she was talking him. what thoughts clouded your mind.

“do i need to call someone professional for you too?” her voice lowered playfully as she continued to tease you, “maybe we need to give the psychology department another visit?”

you tossed the pen back at her, barely missing her chin as she leaned back and giggled. as you were fighting a smile, you still felt bashful, your cheeks were surely still tainted red judging by the way they felt so hot to the touch. but your friend was far from giving up on the topic as she explained that doyoung’s disappearance had been the hottest talk on the campus that week.

“i really don’t know what you want me to say,” you finally said, trying to stay truthful. because if you were being honest, you didn’t know doyoung at all. it felt wrong to admit this, but it was reality. you barely exchanged more than a few words with him, you realized. you wouldn’t even know what to talk about if he sat right next to you in this moment. just picturing it had you drifting off in thoughts again, but your friend quickly caught on this time and continued talking.

“aren’t you at least a tiny bit interested in all of this? remember how you said he was kind of cute at the beginning of the semester?” your cheeks burned even redder at this. you surely did forget that you had mentioned that, as you frantically tried to recall this supposed conversation.

“i thought he was like your archenemy or something,” she added, raising her brows at your fidgeting figure. you wanted to protest as your eyes caught something moving, or rather, someone appearing behind the big shelves shielding your table from the entrance view and making their way towards you. as soon as you took in the figure you felt that curious pit in your stomach again, and soon enough, your eyes locked with doyoung’s. confused by your sudden silence, your friend turned to follow your surprised gaze, not failing to shoot you a last expressive look as doyoung finally reached and stopped at your table, shifting nervously as his shoulders were only turned to you, ignoring your friend completely.

“are you free tomorrow after mr. choi’s class?”, doyoung breathed, he seemed as if he was already exasperated by it all, you couldn’t really tell if this conversation was already too much for his thin patience. he had dark rims under his eyes and a frantic look in them, his demeanour was weirdly nothing like you had memorized. and for a moment you wondered if you had ever remembered him looking this pretty, the way he stood there right this moment, but as he raised his brows expectant of an answer, you cleared your throat and tore your eyes from his frame.

“i – sure, i am,” you finally rushed to say, sneaking a worried look towards your friend, who was eyeing doyoung as if she had never seen him before. “i’d be here anyways, if you –“

“no, i really need to talk to you in private,” he interrupted, and both you and your friend couldn’t help but shoot each other a surprised look. and doyoung surely noticed as he shifted on his heels, cautiously darting his eyes back and forth between you two until he settled on your puzzled expression again. “if you don’t mind of course,” he added quickly and bit his lips before his voice fizzled out in an almost raspy whisper, “it’s just really important.”

it was as if all your nerves were tugging at you at once when doyoung didn’t even bother to show up for class. you kept staring at the empty seat two rows in front of you, and you found yourself missing the moments when you could still stare daggers into the back of his head when he was challenging you in class discussions again.

you mentally cursed him for making you feel so on edge, when you repeatedly had to remind yourself that you didn’t even know him at all. if someone had asked you two weeks ago if you felt anything for the boy, you would only have been able to answer with a nauseating feeling of annoyance. but ever since the day he so suddenly disappeared, you caught yourself staring at random doors, wondering when they’d magically open and have him walk in as casually as ever, seemingly as if he never vanished into thin air in the first place.

the professor’s voice was ringing through your ears as you watched your hands scribble on the paper. you hadn’t managed to write down a single coherent word, instead you drew the same three question marks again, and again, and again. it was not until the people around you started gathering their things and stood up that you noticed that class had ended. it was finally time for your dreaded meeting with doyoung.

you slowly made your way through the halls, merging yourself with the steady stream of students going back and forth between their classes. he had wanted to meet you in front of the library, but insisted on everything being a private matter. your hands felt clammy as you wiped them against your sleeves, but even the most oblivious person could see that you were more on edge than as if you were going to take the dreaded final exam right then and there.

and you tried to ignore the little warm feeling blooming in your stomach as you spotted his figure indeed waiting in front of the library’s stairs, impatiently pacing back and forth, eyeing almost every student that passed him. as if he was looking for someone in particular, and that someone was you. you again tried ignoring the way his eyes lit up when they met your own, and the way his small smile sent a rush of warmth into your cheeks. since when had you been acting like this around him? you had been sure the guy had hated you not too many moons ago and now here you were, almost melting on the spot when all he did was greet you.

“i’m sorry if i sounded so,” he paused, raised his hands as if he was reaching out, but then lowered them again as he continued, “- so cryptic. i hope i didn’t scare you or anything.”

his response almost had you reconsider if you were maybe dreaming this whole encounter, as the kim doyoung was audibly apologizing to you. not only was he apologizing to you, but he looked so sincere about it as well. as if he had beaten himself up about it, would have changed his wording in the past if he could, but he didn’t and here you were, gawking at him as if he said the strangest thing you had ever heard.

“you – you’re sorry?” you heard yourself say, your voice sounded as much in disbelief as he had expected you to be. instead of justifying anything, he silently nodded ahead, motioning you to walk along with him. it was silent between the two of you for a couple moments, up until you left the dense grouping of university building behind you and entered the park area of the campus.

spring was slowly making itself known here, as you noticed the trees growing greener than the last time you had seen them. some even had a few blossoms here and there, and it made you wonder how long it would take until the whole ground would be covered in petals again.

“i should’ve been honest with you,” doyoung suddenly said, keeping his eyes trained on the ground before him, watching his feet as they took step after step, ignoring your confused glances. he surely didn’t waste time when it came to matters of the heart, you thought, he just barged right in. or maybe he didn’t know how to sugar coat. not that he ever did in the past.

“but to be honest, i myself didn’t know until last week,” he continued. “last thursday, i just came to the library to study like always. but then something felt strange,” his eyes shifted to you for a split second, but he was desperate to escape your boring gaze as quickly as he could.

“and when i came to the study hall, i saw you sitting there, but –“ he took in a shaky breath, “i saw your mark for the first time.”

your brows furrowed in confusion as you finally trained your eyes on the ground as well, much to his relief. initially, you were unaware of what mark he was even talking about, almost completely forgotten about the birthmark you had on your left elbow. since it was out of your line of sight, you must’ve not had a proper look at it for months.

“do you know why some people have those marks?” he then asked, cautiously mustering your profile as you still had your thoughts running away from you. your mind was starting to become an intangible web of dots and points in time, eagerly trying to connect as to what all this had to do with his disappearance over the weekend. from this point on, doyoung knew you were smart enough to figure all of it out by yourself, but he wanted to have this conversation, or so he reassured himself. he needed to hear that you understood. he needed to know your reaction.

“i do,” you said, sounding careful, almost frightened. at this point, he didn’t know what feeling was tightening his throat more; the relief of not having to explain it all to you, or the hanging dread of one of you having to say it out loud regardless, and whatever may come after. for you, the puzzle was still coming together. this seemed to be why he suddenly vanished from the face of the earth, he was avoiding you. and why you suddenly felt so different towards him, and even still felt it now. you couldn’t spare him one glance without noticing how the light danced on his skin from between the trees, or how his voice never sounded this soft and melodic before, and how he seemed to have gotten even prettier since he last talked to you, or maybe your mind was playing tricks on you.

what doyoung had indicated was nothing that happened all to seldom, you had heard plenty of stories of people meeting their soulmates throughout your life, you just never thought you could have been part of that. let alone be an actual soulmate of someone. of doyoung, of all people. your simple words seemed to entail so many things none of you dared to say out loud, and whatever was to be said next could only feel bittersweet on both of your tongues, none of you were ready to face what was inevitable.

it was hard to tell for you to pinpoint the moment doyoung had stopped walking, slowly turned towards you, and finally took in your features. the way his eyes danced on your skin made you feel almost shy, it was as if all previous spite had left him and was replaced it with only warmth. the universe had really gifted you something inexplicable in this moment, as you watched him glance to his feet again, seemingly preparing himself for what he wanted to say next.

“so you also know what it means when i show you,” he lifted his arm slowly, pulling the sleeve of his sweater up as it exposed more and more skin to the march sun. “that mine looks exactly like yours.”

as his sleeve finally revealed the dark spot just above his elbow, you couldn’t help but take in a sharp breath. your eyes were having a hard time adjusting to the sunbeams dancing around you two, but you would be lying if you said you weren’t staring right back on your own birthmark, on doyoung’s skin, as he carefully watched your expression. it felt as if the sight of it finally put the final piece of the puzzle where it belonged, it felt as if the spring sun herself settled in your chest as you slowly raised your hand to let your fingertips brush over his skin. in the beaming sun you could even see goosebumps forming just where your touch had lingered only seconds prior.

none of you dared to let out the breaths each of you were holding, and it suddenly dawned you what you were dealing with. everything he had told you meant that he was the one the universe had chosen for you. he was the one fate had decided to be with you, and to not be able to be without you.

“but why did i never feel anything before?” you said, and if he hadn’t been standing so close, the wind could’ve whisked your words away. but he gave you a gentle smile, almost an apologetic one, as he slightly shrugged his shoulders. “for some reason we had to see it for ourselves.”

and you finally wondered what he had been doing for the past few days when he was avoiding you, you wondered if he felt as scared of this as you were starting to feel, a cold shiver spreading through your veins as you eye his features for the hundredth time this hour. and he seemed to recognize the panic in your eyes, as he took both of your hands in his, his warmth immediately spreading over your fingertips.

it was a strange feeling, you thought, standing here with doyoung holding your hands in his, pulling at them to get you closer, probably as unable to pry himself away as you were in this moment. because as much as you wanted to let the panic take over your hazy thoughts, as much did you only have his warmth in mind, his hands in yours, and his eyes mirroring your own curious expression.

“how do you do that?” you finally said, and your eyes fell to your held hands, maybe searching if you could see the kind of spell he was putting on you. but his hands were just as human as they were before, and the way his brows were furrowed when you looked back up told you that he was equally as lost for words. perhaps the warmth you felt wasn’t one-sided after all. maybe he felt as warm as you, judging from it radiating off him as if he was the sun himself.

“i don’t know” he replied, sounding breathless. his cheeks looked as rosy as yours, and it felt like an eternity of just standing there, letting the moment have it’s space, none of you ready to speak out the lingering questions that were eating away in each of your minds. the one thing that had your thoughts spinning still, was the absurdity of it all. you had heard of soulmates before, you had heard stories of how magical it was, though in the same breath you had been told how rare it was, over and over again. and because of this rarity, you never thought you would experience having a soulmate yourself.

the birthmark you had never was something that kept you up at night, it felt like a part of you, something that just happened to be on your body. but now you could feel it tingling the longer you looked at doyoung and it felt strangely exposing to be looked at in the same way from him. after moments of stillness, you finally broke the intense eye-contact, lowered your intertwined hands and trained your gaze on the pebble stone beneath your shoes. but doyoung could intervene before you had a chance to pronounce your worries.

“i did a lot of research about this while i was gone, you know,” he began, and he sounded hurried now, as if your sudden change in demeanour had caused him to panic. “and this doesn’t happen, like ever. I bet your parents also told you about it growing up, but i’m telling you, it doesn’t happen as often as they made us believe. it only happens every few years,” he continued. his eyes widened as he went on, and he even stepped closer, making you take half a step back in order to not bump into him. you let out a shaky breath when your shoulders touched, but through the whole ordeal he didn’t once let go of your intertwined hands between you.

“so what are you saying?”, you replied, it was your turn to sound breathless. you were lying if you didn’t admit that this all scared you to death. the guy who would have had you rather gone in order to be the best in class was now pouring his heart out in front of you, claiming that you two were soulmates. if you had told this to any bystander right now, they’d laugh in your face.

“i’m saying maybe give it a shot,” doyoung said with a mellow voice, he seemed almost timid now, with a sentimental smile playing on his lips and his shoulders slightly raising in a shrug. the soft look in his eyes threw you completely off your previous track of thoughts, and brought back the warmth in your chest. the effect he had on you so suddenly felt ridiculous, and it felt completely foreign and familiar at the same time.

it was a strange thing overall, you thought. this whole ordeal made your head spin, but you had a hard time denying him when he was standing so close to you. additionally, you still had a suspicion that a spell was involved somehow, since there was no way that you’d feel like this just because. perhaps this strange feeling was proving his point? maybe everything he said was true, you definitely saw his birthmark, and you knew something bigger was pulling at your heartstrings at this moment.

doyoung was still eagerly scanning your face, awaiting an answer from you. he felt like an idiot if he was honest, because he had planned to be way slower with his approach, way more gentle. but as soon as he saw your uncertainty he had the need to pull you back to him, not only physically, but now he wanted to persuade your mind as well. because he could tell the gears were turning in overdrive behind your eyes, and your furrowed brows gave away how worried you were. he knew this was a scary thing to be a part of, and he also knew that he had no right to pressure you into anything either. he was the one who almost had a panic attack and ran away for days to come to terms with this, after all. he was the bigger coward between you two, and he had always known that.

“i understand if you need some time to … process this all”, he said carefully, meeting your eyes as you finally looked back up from the ground. “this is a lot to take in, isn’t it?” he flashed that small smile again from earlier, and you could feel the blood rushing into your cheeks. no matter how many times you had considered all options and played the events over and over again, the feeling in your stomach made your preferences very clear. you couldn’t deny that you felt yourself losing to the pull he had on you, even after this short amount of time.

“i think it’s about time we stop arguing over everything” you said finally, shooting a familiar small smile towards his questioning gaze, swallowed the last of your pride, and pulled him towards you, finally crashing your lips onto his own.

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Monochrome

Lee Donghyuck/Haechan X Reader/Female OC | Romance, Eventual Smut, Fluff | NC-17 | Soulmate AU, Childhood-Friends-Become-Lovers AU

CHAPTER 1 OF 2. Part 2, titled Spectra, can be read here.

Summary: Lee Donghyuck once believed in the concept of soulmates—how fate would connect a red thread from one lover to another, in a form of dreams and memories. That was how his parents met, that was how they claimed their happiness, and he wanted nothing more but to live his life the way they lived theirs. Until one day, as he sees her slipping away from his hands, he has no choice but to stop believing entirely.

It was the color of amaranth red, Donghyuck remembers now, though he was still too young back then to know the name. It was the color of amaranth red that painted her cheeks and the tip of her nose as they were kissed by the morning breeze. It was the color of amaranth red that tinted her shoes, her knitted sweater dress, the two ribbons she wore on her hair. And it was the color of amaranth red that burst onto his cheeks, as his eyes widened in both glee, curiosity, and sheer excitement. He was four years old and she was five, but the way she spoke so courteously as she introduced herself upon their first meeting was something little Donghyuck could only imagine doing.

But it didn’t matter, Donghyuck was too distracted anyway. If he was older maybe he would’ve been left dumbfounded at the sight of her breathtaking smile, or the perfect curves of her lips, or the vibrant eyes she had hidden behind her symmetrical bangs. But he was merely a four-year-old, so he was more distracted with a jar full of chocolate cookies she carried in her arms.

“We’re the family that’s just moved in next door.” The older lady, who looked like the exact doppelgänger of the little girl, mentioned with a polite smile and a formal bow. “I hope we can become friends.”

Donghyuck’s mother cheered and took her hand in a friendly handshake before she beckoned the little girl to come closer. “Oh my, look at how adorable you are! You’re about the same age as my son. I hope you two can get along.”

Donghyuck, who had been hiding behind his mother’s legs, took a step forward. He was only interested in the jar full of cookies that she carried in her arms, licking his lips once as his eyes bore into it. But when the little girl offered the jar, grinning widely from ear-to-ear, and chirped, “Brought you some cookies! I helped my mother with these so I bet they’ll taste great!”, Donghyuck decided that he liked her more.

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In Disguise

Description. Desperate and broke, your trio of nerdy friends offer you a place to stay until you get back on your feet. Things are normal at first until you abruptly come across a camera tripod facing Doyoung's bed. Were your awkward friends really just camboy's in disguise?

Pairing. Kim Doyoung x Yuta Nakamoto x Kim Jungwoo x Fem Reader

Genre. SMUT, Camboy!AU, College!AU, Roomates! MDNI!

Warnings. Foursome (Do I even have to say it?), Unrealistic depictions of sex overall, A little MxM action, Fingering, Oral, Condoms taken off, Plan B mentioned, Voyeurism, Creampie, Degradation, Praise

Word count. 13K (oh...)

Note: This was supposed to be out ages ago but I'm proud (not rlly) to present this mess of a wet dream!

"You have no idea how grateful I really am." You state, placing down your last box into the vacant room. You sigh in relief as your back was literally killing you too much to drag another box up. And that was that the boys had helped you with a majority of it.

"You've said it a million times, I think we know." Yuta teases, opening the box on your bed as he shuffles through it. It was old books you had brought from your place, well a few of the tons you had. Most of them had to go into storage due to lack of room at your newest living arrangement.

Truthfully, you felt really bad about this whole thing, even though Yuta kept assuring you it was alright, all the boys did. But something felt terrible about rooming with your friends for free, and kicking Yuta out of his room at that.

The boys didn't want you to feel weird about sharing a room, so Yuta slept in the same room as Jungwoo for the time being, and that made you feel even worse.

"You can have your room back, I promise I can sleep on the couch."

"Then where would you put your stuff?"

And you had pretty much lost the argument then and there, but you were determined to make up for rent in other ways. You'd clean, do laundry, and cook a few of the meals you had mastered. You could buy groceries and maybe even pay the water bill every once in a while. Not that you planned to stay here for long, only until you found another job, seeing as the one you had rapidly started laying people off.

Which brought you back to square one, Yuta’s bed.

Not like that, get your mind out of the gutter!

"I'm home!" Jungwoo announces as you hear the front door shut, his loudness already alerting you. You heard the loud clank of his keys on the counter, and his footsteps making their way towards you.

"We just finished bringing all the boxes up." Doyoung comments, giving Jungwoo a much deserved side eye.

"Oh I made it just in time then."

Jungwoo came bearing gifts though, handing out bottles of water to you guys. "I got them from one of the tents on campus, here's a shirt too!"

And before you know it, you're being hit in the head with the shirt Jungwoo threw at your face. You throw it off as you jokingly threaten him. "I'm going to crack your glasses in half Kim Jungwoo."

The male cowers in fear as he scurries off to his room, shouting behind his shoulder. "Do you guys wanna see what I'm working on?"

Doyoung jumps up, always eager to divulge in Jungwoo's nerdy projects. "Sure."

"I'm designing a supersonic VTOL fighter jet!" The engineering major says, lugging his laptop towards you all, showing you some prints on his screen. They're blueprints and sketches, and random little notes on the side, but you really can barely tell what you're looking at.

It's not that you were dumb, you were actually a very decent student. But the men in the room with you? Jungwoo was a mechanical engineering major, which said enough. Yuta was pre-med studying to be a doctor, and Doyoung? He's here on a full ride scholarship studying computer science.

So, for lack of better words, you were the dumbest in the room.

Not that you cared anyways, the boys never made you feel less than or anything because of your simple major. You also took pride in it, sure you weren't designing future airplanes or developing software, but it was enough for you.

"Looks cool, but you should widen the wingspan, I see possible blockage through the-" Doyoung starts on with his commentary.

"Yuta! Do you want to help me start cooking?" You ask, the male seemingly uninterested in the plane, and you could relate. He nods and follows you to the kitchen, adjusting his frames.

After checking their fridge for ideas, you start filling a pot with water to boil some pasta in, directing Yuta to start chopping up some garlic. He follows directions well, as one would expect, and does as he's told.

"How did your mid-term go?" Yuta breaks the silence, referring to the grueling test he had helped you with.

"Fine, I got an 80." You reply, measuring out more pasta.

Yuta raises a brow as he places the knife down. "An 80? But we studied all week."

"Yeah but some of the questions were hard, I didn't remember." You say, and you were truly satisfied with your grade. Sure you had studied, but not everyone retained information as easily as your friends, and they were still having trouble learning that you weren't going to get a 100 points every time.

Yes the boys had extreme book smarts, but they lacked a little street smarts sometimes. They were less empathetic and more clear cut, but you knew they meant well. Though it didn't mean their lack of social cues hurt any less though.

Sometimes you wonder how you had even befriended them. Especially Doyoung, who was usually no nonsense and short worded on campus. But it could all be traced back to Jungwoo.

It was back in freshman year, and on your very first day of class. You had rushed in, confused to see that they had already started without you, which was weird seeing as your class wasn't supposed to be in session for another thirty minutes. You had just waved it off as an accident and sat down, right next to Jungwoo.

During a break, he had introduced himself and asked you if you were excited for Math 2414, and inquired about what your major was.

That was when you realized in horror that you were in Calculus, and not Pre-calculus. No wonder they had already begun, it was the wrong class! And you were not trying to take anything beyond what was required for your degree. "So this isn't pre-calculus?"

"No, I took that in high school! You didn't get that out of the way already?" He had asked, and just then did you realize what kind of person you were dealing with.

You had explained the situation to Jungwoo to which he was really understanding, offering to show you your actual classroom for your next class day. You had agreed, and then by some coincidence, you had run into Jungwoo a few days later. Catching up with him and mentioning you were having trouble with a certain concept already, to which he had offered his help.

You had started having sessions regularly, and Jungwoo had invited you to study with his group of friends, which is where you met the others.

Despite them being a little intimidated by you (And vice versa), you had all got along well, and you were thankful for that. Despite not having great social skills, they were actually a lot less complicated to deal with. They spent a majority of their time studying or doing school work, burying their noses in books. And if not? Then they're playing a computer game Doyoung designed, or testing if Jungwoo's rocket model could fly in the middle of a JCPenny parking lot.

They didn't have a lot of drama either, and you were sure they'd be simple enough to live with. Come to think of it, it's always been tidy whenever you've visited. Jungwoo's bed was always made and Doyoung's desk always clean. Yuta's was exceptionally organized too, even donning some expensive looking anime figures in displays on his shelf.

They were such nerds.

You snort to yourself as you pour the sauce onto the plates, food ready to be eaten. Funny enough, you hadn't even had to call the boys. Yuta had helped you but Doyoung and Jungwoo had hounded the kitchen counter and talked your ear off, both excited for a home cooked meal. Apparently, none of them could cook very well and they usually opted for take out, so this was a relief.

"You guys literally had all the ingredients already." You giggled as you sat down on the small table they had in their apartment.

Jungwoo shakes his head. "Doesn't matter if you don't know how to make anything out of them."

"Thank you by the way, this is really good." Doyoung nods, and by the way he scarfed down half of it already, you'd say he's telling the truth.

"Slow down, you'll choke." Yuta says concerned before his expression changes into a different one. "Wait, you should choke! I can finally practice my CPR on a real person!"

"Well if you haven't practiced on a human yet, I don't think I can trust you." Doyoung shoots him a glare.

"You're hindering my first-aid progression." Yuta narrows his eyes as he takes a bite of his food. The air grows quiet as you voice out what had been weighing on your mind.

"So, any plans for tonight?" You ask, wondering what you're going to get up to a Saturday night. You had a long week, especially since you had woken up on Monday to an eviction notice, so you'd say you could use some time out.

"Hm? Probably start looking over my lobotomy notes for my lecture next week." Yuta responds, earning a chorus of acknowledgment from the other males.

"O-okay, Doyoung?" You ask, but you think you can already guess too.

"I'm beta testing this program my friend just finished, probably'll take me all night." He speaks, attention on his food.

You deflate, looking towards Jungwoo. "Nice, and you?"

"Putting my blueprints into a 3D maker and drafting up a scale model of it." He says, and you take note of how he looks excited about it.

This was quite a turn from what you were used to, you had to remind yourself that these weren't your typical college guys. Yet, you could feel your left eye twitching slightly. "Guys! It's a Saturday night."

"Mhm?" Doyoung replies, his eyebrows furrowed, like the day didn't change anything.

You scoff, "So what, no frat parties? No bar hopping?"

You're met with blank looks, the men looking utterly confused as Jungwoo shakes his head, unfamiliar with both scenes. "No?"

You sigh, facing the fact that you're going out solo. You could probably text a few of your other classmates to meet up wherever you went.

"You guys do that, I'm gonna go get laid tonight." You shrug, getting up to put your dish in the sink. "Yuta you can sleep in your bed if you want."

"Wait- Where are you gonna go?" Jungwoo asks, following you to the kitchen with furrowed brows.

You shrug. "I don't know, maybe a club? Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. If I get home before morning then I'll just crash on the couch."

"If?!" Jungwoo's eyes widen at the prospect of you being out all night.

You place a hand on his shoulder. "I have a key, don't wait up."

And he stands there shocked, the other two watching as you head to your room to shower and change your outfit. You had a long night ahead of you.

Even afterwards, when you had stepped out in

You try your best to quietly open the front door, met with only pitch black darkness as you assume everyone was asleep. It was two in the morning, and in their defense, you did tell them not to wait up.

Slipping your heels off, you step quietly towards the couch. You peel your tight dress off and realize you have nothing to change into, and you weren't going to wake Yuta to just grab a shirt. Luckily for you, there was a blanket you could cover yourself with, so you discarded the bra as well, thankful that at least you had worn shorts under your dress tonight. You sigh as you lay down, head still spinning as you come down from earlier.

You had succeeded in your quest of getting laid, thoroughly being manhandled by a guy named Mingyu who went to a neighboring university. The sex was actually pretty decent, but it could've been better. You had wanted someone to bend you into a pretzel and fuck you until your legs were rendered useless for the next week. And he just couldn't provide that. Maybe you'd have to trust in your rainbow dildo from now on.

You brush the thoughts to the back of your mind as you finally find sleep, eyes fluttering shut.

You swear, it felt like you were asleep for all of two seconds when you hear the blaring alarm clock from one of the rooms. Followed by the sound of things being knocked over.

Rubbing your eyes as you sit up, hangover hitting you hard, but your eyes are drawn to frantic looking Yuta running around the apartment out of his room. He moves over a few things on the dining table quickly and you watching confusion.

"Where are they?" He mutters to himself, throwing some things in the kitchen around as well.

Sitting up, you rub your eyes as your vision adjusts. "What're you looking for?"

"Just my- Oh, where is your shirt? Why are you naked?" He rambles, covering his eyes as he turns around.

You hadn't even noticed that the blanket you used to cover yourself all night had slipped down, accidentally revealing at least part of your boobs to Yuta. "I slept like this because I didn't want to barge into your room to grab a shirt, sorry. I'll go do that now!"

You get up and scramble to the room, feeling so shitty at making Yuta uncomfortable. Opening the drawer, you slip on the first shirt that's there. You don't even look at it before you're rushing out and apologizing profusely to Yuta. "It's only my first morning here and I've already flashed you."

"Is that my shirt?" He asks, eyes wide and your look down to confirm that it was, in fact, Yuta's shirt.

"Oh! And I stole your shirt, I'll wash it and put it back! I really am sorry, I'm just so hungover right now." You hang your head in shame as the words slip out.

"No! No, really it's fine." Yuta dismisses as he waves his hands. "I found my keys so I have to go now, see you when I get back!"

And with that, he's out the door, face tinted red.

God, you were a fool! Sighing in defeat, you make your way to your room, slipping off the shirt and trading it out for one that was yours.

What you didn't know was that Yuta was still standing on the other side of the front door, mind reeling as he replays the mental image of your nipples peaking through the fabric of one of his shirts. He didn't think you'd be giving him this much trouble already! It was the first morning!

Back inside, you're gathering clothes to take a shower. Jungwoo opens the door to his room, unexpectedly rushing out as well, saying he had somewhere to be as he's unable to meet your eyes. You had no idea everyone would be so busy this morning. Was it usually like this? You shrug, too tired and ready to be met with steaming hot water as you bid him goodbye.

After your shower, you not surprised to see Doyoung up as well, sitting near the kitchen as he munches on a banana. You can see his computer in front of him displaying some kind of code, and he doesn't look like he got a wink of sleep. Did these boys ever take a break?

"Good morning Doyoung." You yawn, making a bee line for the coffee machine. You grab a K-Cup and try to figure your way around the machine as you fail to notice Doyoung's stare.

"Oh, Morning." Doyoung finally gives a greeting back, thankful that your back is facing him right now with the way the blood was rushing to his face. Now, Doyoung wouldn't say he was a pervert or anything, but he couldn't help the way his eyes were glued to your shorts.

You break him out of his spell when you turn around, coffee mug in hand. You're frowning, "Why's everyone so busy today?"

"It's like that everyday, we rarely see each other in the mornings." Doyoung explains, keeping his composure still as he tries not to let his eyes wander. He's not stupid, he knew it'd be a little difficult to live with someone as hot as you, but he figured he could handle himself.

"Oh that's too bad, I wanted to make everyone breakfast." You speak, turning around to open the cabinets, unaware how Doyoung's eyes shot straight back to your ass. "So, how was your night?"

"I-it was alright, and yours?" He asks while he clears his throat, already semi-aware of your ventures that you had announced.

"Can't say it was any better." And you leave it at that as you sigh. What could you mean by that? Did you not get laid? With an ass like that?

"Oh.. Well, I have a meeting with my professor in twenty so I have to get going soon." He nods, and you just about lose your mind.

"On a Sunday?"

"Computers work on Sunday's too."

God, what was he on about? "Okay Doyoung, see you later then."

Weirdly, you felt the least your friends could do was amuse you. But so far, you were beginning to realize that they're likely this busy all the time, between their schooling and internship jobs, they were packed.

Speaking of jobs, it was time to start looking.

Eight online job applications later and you're about ready to move to the woods and start living like a cave woman off the grid. No money, no bills, and no rent. Sadly, you were too accustomed to running water to let that happen though.

So you decide to drop off an application at a promising job near you, before hitting the inevitable brick wall. You don't have a printer.

Surely one of the boys had to have one, right?

Wrong, it seemed as you looked into Jungwoo's room. It felt weird to just peep in there, but you didn't want to bother him by texting since you knew he was busy. Unfortunately, you were already aware that Yuta didn't have one either.

Which left you with peeping into Doyoung's room. Maybe if you had just, I don't know, used the printer available at your college campus, you wouldn't have discovered such a life altering sight.

Yet, for some reason, that possibility didn't cross your mind as you swung the door open. And you felt like your jaw hit the floor as you stared ahead almost immediately.

Positioned right above Doyoung's bed, was a camera.

And not just any camera, an ultra HD expensive looking one, and that said a lot seeing you knew nothing about cameras. To make matters worse, it was held by a tri-pod. Could it be any more obvious?

You close the door as you stand, feet plastered to the floor in horror. What the hell was Kim Doyoung doing with a classic porn set up in his room? Kim Doyoung?! The nerdy TA who ran from woman that were just trying to ask him class-related questions? The male who grimaced at any sight of public of public affection? The one who rolled his eyes in annoyance when others made dirty jokes?

That Kim Doyoung was making porn?

Yeah right, you could almost laugh at that.

There had to be another reasonable explanation, right? You had known Doyoung for a while now, and he definitely didn't even seem like a man who was too keen on pre-marital sex, there was just no way he was filming it.

You doubt he even watched porn, that's how busy and wound up he seemed. There was no way on this green earth that he was doing that. But that doesn't explain what the camera was doing there.

You had to find a way to connect this to his nerdy computer job or you were going to go crazy.

You got home around five in the afternoon after dropping off the finally printed application, and picking up a few things, like toilet paper and laundry soap, that you had noticed missing around the apartment. Mostly just buying yourself time to get over the weird thoughts you were having now.

You doubt you'd be able to look Doyoung in the eye without crumbling, so you text your friend Mark if you can crash on his couch, he lives closer to campus anyways. He responds almost immediately with a sure dude, and you decide you'll stop by the house to pick up pajamas.

You don't expect anyone to be home as you unlock the door, but of course, everyone was home. All of them gathered in the living room with takeout boxes as Jungwoo spots you. He holds one up, "We didn't know when you'd be home, but we ordered for you."

You smile as you thank him, opening the box to reveal your favorite dish. You hadn't explicitly told them lately, but they had remembered? That makes your heart swell for your friends a bit as you spot Doyoung out of the corner of your eye. Oh, right.

"Actually, I have to go do this thing tonight." You lie. "So I just stopped by to get some clothes."

"Really? Is everything okay?" Yuta inquires as you nod. And it's as if there's no awkwardness from him after the incident this morning either, so you're grateful for that.

"I'm fine, I'll be home tomorrow." You explain.

"Well, could you spare a minute to eat with us?" Jungwoo pouts, and you find yourself nodding before you can stop yourself. You were always a little weak for him.

If Doyoung notices your odd behavior as you sit by him, he doesn't say a word about it. In fact, everyone seems to go about their business. Everyone filling you in on how busy their days were and asking about what you had been up to.

"Oh, I left the bags by the door, but I bought some stuff we needed."

"You're an angel." Jungwoo comments. "I was scared I was going to have to use napkins instead of toilet paper again."

"That's so gross Jungwoo." Yuta reconciles and you all laugh in agreement.

"So, you'll be gone all night then?" Doyoung asks, bringing your attention back to him. Your eyes dart to his hands, right as he twirls the noodles around his chopsticks. Sure you were still wondering a little about the camera situation, but it wasn’t like that right? Though you can’t help but notice how pretty his hands were.

His fingers were long, and you couldn’t help but imagine how they wrapped around his own cock. If he filmed anything, would he jerk off and beg his viewers to let him cum? Or was he more dominant, shoving his thin fingers into a flashlight as he spoke nasty words, or maybe even in another girl. The visual alone is enough to get you hot and bothered. But you shake yourself out of it, this was the dorky comp-sci major you lived with, you should not be thinking about him like that.

"Yeah, I'm working on a project with Mark, figured I'd just spend the night since we have the class together in the morning." You put together, pretty impressed with how well the lie was coming out.

"Mark?" Yuta raises a brow, the name familiar to him. "Like the hockey player?"

You nod, curious. "You know him?"

"Not really, just know he's a jock."

You catch his implication. "Well, he's not like that. Plus, he's my friend so you guys shouldn't worry, not like I'm spending the night with a stranger."

Jungwoo grows uncharacteristically quiet. "Oh."

"So Jungwoo's being fucking weird, Doyoung might have an onlyfans, and Yuta's saw your boobs?" Mark parrots back as you two sit on his living room couch, he's shifting the lollipop in his mouth from one side to the other as he thinks. His brows furrow in concentration as he cooks up a response.

"Exactly."

Haechan, your friends roommate and fellow hockey teammate, laughs loudly as he enters the room. "And it's only your second day living with them?"

"Told you the losers would be a lot to handle." Mark shrugs, and you roll your eyes. These two didn't have the greatest impression of your other three friends, reducing them down to the nerds everyone thought they were.

"I didn't see you offering me a room," You defend. "Plus, they're super easy to live with so I don't have much else to complain about."

"You could always just share a bed with me." Haechan smirks, and you fake gag. "Your room smells like shit."

"Hey!"

"Anyways, I'd rather live with my beloved nerds than with you two sleazes." You state truthfully, scrunching your nose.

"Doyoung might be slinging his dick on camera, yet we're the sleazes?" Mark giggles, and you hit him in the arm.

"I don't think that's the case but, is there any other explanation?" You groan, stealing a chip from a bag hidden on Mark's side. He swats at your hand as you grab another one.

"He could just be into filming." Haechan offers, joining you two as he pops open a soda. And you ponder if Doyoung's ever been seen with a camera before.

You shake your head, doubting it. "He's never mentioned anything like that."

"Well running from him, and the rest of your roommates, is just going to make them think you're ungrateful. It'd be better to just confront them now and get over it." Mark advises, and the other male agrees.

Haechan places his soda down. "Why does it matter anyways? What Doyoung does in his apartment is no one else's business."

"Well-" You stop yourself as you look down. "I don't know."

"What's up?" Mark says at the shift in your attitude.

You hadn't confronted it yet, but the though of the things Doyoung did on his bed with his camera running? You hated that you wanted to see it. You hated that you ran with the implication of him having a scandalous hobby, and that you wanted a front row seat.

"I don't know, even with those wire-frame's and all, I think he's kind of cute." You admit begrudgingly, leaning back into the couch in embarrassment.

"Oh my God," Haechan sits up. "The thought of him doing that has you all hot and bothered! That's what it is, it's not even about him actually doing it, its about you thinking he is."

"And you're just having trouble grappling with your feelings." Mark shrugs as he pops a chip into his mouth, lollipop stick discarded.

You cover your face with your hands. "Stop.."

Mark sighs, throwing his hands up in defeat. "Don't hate the messenger."

"Okay sure, Doyoung's nice to look at but if anything, I'd be more into Jungwoo." You reveal, and it's true. If there's anyone in the house you'd like in that way, it'd be Jungwoo. You two just had a better connection, even if he'd be acting different lately.

"In a weird science-y kind of way?" Haechan tilts his head before groaning. "Why him when you could have the hottest frat boy on campus?"

"There you go again." You glare, knowing instantly that he was referring to Lee Jeno's crush on you. You know full well the two in front of you were rooting for their friend. They also thought you were too attractive to be hidden behind stuffy scholars all day. And sure, Jeno was sweet, and easy on the eyes, but you just weren't into him. "Stop trying to set me up."

"Worth a shot."

"Anyways, I think instead of just hiding here." Mark narrows his eyes. "You should go home and explain everything, that way you don't continue scuttling around out of nervousness."

"And admit that I thought about Doyoung in that way?" You exclaim, face palming. "Mark, that's a terrible plan."

"You don't have to say all that," Mark crosses his arms in retaliation. "Just talk about Jungwoo's behavior and clear the air with Yuta."

You hang your head in defeat. "Can I at least wait until tomorrow?"

"Nope. Now."

You plead as you caught off guard by his insistance. "But Mark-"

"He said now." Haechan repeats, grinning at your misery.

"Oh so now you two agree?" You scoff in disbelief. Those two loved to argue about everything, but of course they could team up against you.

Mark nods, pointing to the door. "Go before it's past their bedtime."

"Don't be ridiculous Mark." Haechan feigns seriousness before he chuckles. "They have to tuck each other in first."

"You two are so annoying." You mutter as you pack up your bag. Shooting the two endless glares as you slip your shoes on.

Thirty minutes later and you're at the front door of what is now considered your home. Even when it was just your friends, you had never felt this nervous entering it before. You take a deep breath in as you stick the key in the lock, ready for confrontation.

You're met with chatter in the living room, relieved that they were still up, at least you wouldn't be waking them. You close the door behind you quietly as you take your shoes off and make your way to the living room.

You take a deep breath as you round the corner. "Hey, I'm back-"

You freeze in your place at the sight before you. It seriously seemed liked your friends had been abducted by aliens. There was no way the image before you was real. Your eyes widen as your jaw slacks, "What. The. Fuck."

Your met with three pairs of eyes staring back at you, Yuta standing up from the couch first. "I-I thought you were going to be gone all night."

You stay still from shock, brain trying to come up for any reasonable explanation as to why your friends looked liked male strippers right now. "You...You're Yuta?!"

Yuta looks taken aback. "Just with a little makeup."

Just a little? Yuta looked completely transformed, his hair gelled back nicely instead of awkwardly parted down the middle. The black glasses and collard shirts traded out for thick rings and painted nails. He looked like a rock star, and was that a tattoo?

"We can explain." Doyoung awkwardly looks down. Your knocked out by the sigh of him as well. Gone is his usual stern put-together look, instead he's donning smoky eye shadow with layered gold necklaces as his dark hair messily frames his face. He's wearing a sleeveless shirt, and that catches you heavily off guard as he usually only wears loose fitting clothes. He had been hiding those toned arms the entire time?

You take a step back. "How do you plan on explaining why it looks like I just stepped onto the set of Magic Mike?"

Your eyes finally meet the quiet boy who had been on your mind recently, Jungwoo. And to say he looked stunning would be an understatement. He was wearing a cropped shirt that showcased his toned abs as he stood up, the red color of it contrasting to his skin perfectly. His eyes looked striking, and he's wearing dark makeup as well.

You'd hate to admit it, but the sight of the men had you suddenly rubbing your thighs together and trying to stop your head from spinning. What the hell was going on right now? What alternate timeline has you just entered?

"Why don't you sit?" Doyoung suggests, avoiding eye contact.

"Umm, alright." You comply, hesitating. When you look back up with expectant eyes, they start to get nervous.

Yuta sits as well, and you're trying not to drool. "Don't freak out."

You side eye him, this was an unusual reaction. "Right.."

"I'll just come out and say it," He pauses. "We're camboys."

He watches your face for a reaction but you provide none, instead choosing to have an explosion in your mind as you keep your composure outwardly. You turn to face him, calmly. "Oh."

Doyoung repeats. "Oh?"

"I don't know how I'm meant to react to this." You struggle truthfully. One, you were grappling with the explanation that you were right in your assumptions. Two, you were trying your best not to just gawk at them. "Plus, it's none of my business, I just came home to apologize."

Jungwoo furrows his brows. "To us?"

"I kind of already saw the tri-pod facing Doyoung's bed and jumped to conclusions. That's why I was acting distant, and I also flashed Yuta this morning-"

"You what?" Doyoung perks up.

"It wasn't on purpose." You wave your hands around before lowering your voice. "And I wanted to know why Jungwoo's been acting weird lately, and if I did anything wrong."

Jungwoo looks taken aback. "What? No, you didn't do anything wrong."

"Are you sure? You've been acting off since I've moved in." You respond, trying not to ogle your friends abs. It was proving to be harder than you thought as you forced yourself to look him in the eye.

Yuta and Doyoung exchange a knowing glance that you miss as Jungwoo stutters for an explanation. "I'm sorry, I've just been stressed."

And you just nod, the tense atmosphere in the room suffocating you. "Maybe I should go."

"Are you bothered?" Yuta asks, stopping you. The rest of the boys look genuinely worried, and you feel terrible. Your silence must've come off wrong.

"What? No, this is your house! You can all do whatever you want." You admit genuinely.

Doyoung shakes his head. "We could've at least let you know before hand-"

"No, really, it's fine." You reassure him as you make eye contact with the two other boys. "Also, your secrets safe with me, I won't say anything."

"We know you won't." Yuta nods. "We trust you, and we're sorry we didn't say anything sooner, we just didn't want things to change."

"Nothing has changed, alright?" You smile. "Everything's normal."

Everything was far from normal as the days progressed. Sure, the boys seemed a little more loose around you, knowing they didn't have to hide their nighttime activities from you anymore.

But you, on the other hand? Let's just say you were having a hard time not opening a incognito tab on your computer to search for your friends content. Though you knew their accounts wouldn't be easily traceable, likely not having their real name attached to it at all.

It still didn't stop you from wanting to look though.

"If you zone out one more time, I'm kicking you out of my apartment." Haechan voices in annoyance, noticing your lack of attention on some crazy story he was telling you today.

"Yeah, what has you so spacey?" Mark asks, returning to Haechan's bedroom with a water bottle in his hand.

They were unaware of the events, as you had kept your mouth shut, as promised. But it was beginning to grow harder to keep everything to yourself, especially with the way you'd been feeling lately. So with Mark's curious eyes on yours, the words spill out like a waterfall. You recalling everything that had happened to your closest friends, including how badly you wanted to know what the others were up to behind the camera.

Haechan looks gobsmacked, mouth agape as he takes in your words. "..Jungwoo has abs?"

"Is that all you got from that?" You voice frustratedly, they were insufferable.

"I'm never seen him in the gym a day in my life!"

"You don't go to the gym Haechan!"

"All three of them?" Mark repeats, in utter shock as well.

You nod back. "I don't know if they film together or what but-"

"You wanna see it." Haechan finishes for you. "You pervert!"

"I'm not a pervert!"

"You're a pervert. Pervert, pervert, pervert!" Haechan continues in a sing-song voice as you feel your eye twitch. You don't know why you told these two, not like they could offer any useful insight.

Before you can retaliate, Mark's shushing his friend. "I know how to fix this."

You listen because, really? How could Mark possibly know how to solve the inner turmoil brewing inside of you? What could make it all go away?

You admit. "I'm all ears."

"You need to get laid." He states, and your brows fuzz.

"Uh..." You trail, trying to figure out the nicest way to shoot him down.

"Not by us!" He responds, almost reading your mind, then turning around and pretending to puke in Haechans mini trash can. How mature. He comes back to his senses as he stands up again. "Come to a party with us and get fucked. It'll take your mind off of them, and anyways, I think this is just caused by sexual frustration."

Haechan pipes in. "He's right, you're just suffering from lack of dick."

"I slept with this dude named Mingyu like a week ago-"

Haechan stops you. "Shhh, Mark is always right! Right Mark?"

"Right!" And it's so strange how the two have been suddenly agreeing lately.

So you, almost unwillingly, find yourself attending a party with them that very night. Dressed in your tightest fitting dress and your nicest pair of lingerie. After about thirty more minutes of talking to you, they had you convinced your reeling horny thoughts were coming from sexual deprivation. You're sure they had brainwashed you, because seriously, you just had sex! This plan was dumb, but what else did you expect?

Though now, you're feeling stupid as your two friends subtly nudge Lee Jeno in your direction. God, you should've known those two were up to something.

You sip from your red solo cup as Jeno continues to shyly sell himself to you. He's telling you about his volunteer hours, his stellar sports stats, and his love for animals. If you didn't know any better, you'd say he's interviewing for a job, and not just attempting to grab a hookup.

Your heart somewhat aches for the boy, he definitely was trying to make you his girlfriend sooner or later, and it was almost sweet. But even if you weren't currently enthralled by the idea of your roommates, you still wouldn't have seen yourself giving Jeno a chance. He wasn't really your type anyways.

Jeno excuses himself to pour another drink as you shoot glares at your two friends from across the room. Not that Haechan sees it though, he's too busy trying to feel up some poor girl who fell for his pick up lines. Mark looks intimidated though!

You pull out your phone in an attempt to discourage any others from approaching you, and are met with a notification from Jungwoo. You open the message accompanied by his cute little contact photo and try not to smile.

It reads, Hey! Doyoung attempted dinner, you should come join us.

Granted, the boys had no idea where you were or that you were being forced into yet another mission, but you just stick your phone back in your purse and scan the room again.

While Lee Jeno may not have been your type, looking for something far too serious to even let you consider sleeping with him, Liu Yangyang seemed to be just what you were searching for. With your luck, he'd throw you off to the side the next morning. You're relieved by the fact that's he's not known to be one for committing.

You're about to approach him when Mark meets your eyes, sending you a silent don't, basically reading your mind. God, why did they have to play wingman? And curse Mark for reading your mind! So you stay rooted in your place as Jeno returns, handing you a drink that you won't even be drinking from.

Doyoung's dinner would probably be more entertaining that this right now. "Hey, sorry. I think I'm actually gonna head home, I'm pretty tired." You let out, interrupting whatever Jeno was saying.

There's a flash of disappointment in his eyes before he smiles. "I can drive you home."

Your eyes dart to the beer in his hand, passing him a fake smile. "I'll manage, but thank you for offering!"

You ignore the silent pleas and texts from your friends as you exit and get into your car, thankful that you hadn't taken a sip of anything at that party.

A few minutes later and you're back home, deciding to ring the door bell so you're not faced with another situation.

Yuta opens it, smiling as he welcomes you home. You grin back as you slip off your shoes, starving for whatever you could find. "Is dinner ready?"

But your question is answered as you walk into the kitchen to see instant ramen packets scattered across the counter top as Jungwoo holds a bowl, and Doyoung frantically scrubbing at a burnt pan.

Doyoung pushes up his glasses with his shoulder as he's still elbow deep in the sink. "Dinner didn't exactly go as planned."

You giggle. "I see that."

"Want some ramen?" Jungwoo perks up, gesturing his chopsticks towards you when you nod.

"Promise you'll cook for us tomorrow?" Yuta asks, watching as the charred food doesn't let up from the pan. You make a face as well as you shake your head.

"Promise," You say, swallowing your noodles as you sit next to Jungwoo. "Sorry I was out, Haechan and Mark are trying to set me up."

Doyoung somewhat stiffens at the names. "Yeah? Take it that didn't go well?"

You sigh. "Well, he's an athlete and he's nice enough,"

"But?" Jungwoo finishes, knowing you weren't done. Well, he was downright hoping something was wrong with this mystery athlete, truth be told.

Good thing he was right. "But, I don't think I'm into him."

"Why not?"

"No particular reason," You lie, managing to avoid eye contact with the men that were your roadblocks to anyone else right now. How were you supposed to manage a decent lay while thinking about the three hottest guys you've ever seen at home?

Even now, without their makeup and sultry clothing, you think they look attractive as ever. God, you had it bad. With those stupid collard shirts and wire frames, you think they've never looked better.

"I think I'm going to lay off the parties for a few days anyway, midterms are in a week." You continue, knowing the men in front of you had been preparing for them these past couple of weeks already.

"Right," Doyoung nods, sleeves still rolled up as he dries his hands. "Wanted to warn you by the way, we're going to be filming on Tuesday."

"Got it, I'll study at Mark's." You pass, already planning in your head how to get Haechan's loud mouth out of the room long enough to get work done.

Jungwoo looks bothered though. "Or you could stay?"

You look up from your bowl. "Hm?"

"I've been thinking," Jungwoo starts. "This is your place too, you should be able to go about your business while we film. It's not like I haven't done homework while Yuta recorded a fleshlight clip in the next room."

His boldness paired with his vulgar language — which you were definitely not used to — catches you off guard.

"I wouldn't want to bother-"

"No, he's right." Doyoung stops you. "We can't send you off everytime we have something to do, unless it makes you uncomfortable?"

You pause, you shouldn't even be considering this! Not just because of your lack of self control, but also, wouldn't this be dangerously pushing boundaries? "Oh but Yuta doesn't even have his own room right now-"

"Look, if Yuta ever needs to push something out, he can use my room. Or you could just come chill in mine while we wait." Jungwoo offers.

But goodness, being in the same vicinity as any of them when they're doing such sinful things? How were you supposed to hold back? You'd be expected to talk to Jungwoo while Yuta moaned up a storm in the other room?

"Oh, I don't know." You answer, wanting to drop the topic for now. It wasn't getting any easier to talk about it anyways.

"Why do you seem so nervous about it?" Yuta leans in, eyes meeting yours.

You subconsciously lean back, he was definitely onto you. Too bad it was a little hard to fake that you didn't fight the subconscious urge every past night to google their names. "Oh, uh-"

"We'll drop it," Jungwoo shoots a glare at Yuta. "Sorry."

"It's fine!" You smile, pretending to be preoccupied with your ramen. Though your mind is on anything but those stupid noodles right now.

“No we won’t.” Yuta smirks, ignoring Jungwoo entirely. “What has you so worked up, rubbing your thighs together below the table?”

You’re caught off guard at his openness. “W-what?”

“I bet it’s not that athlete, is it?” Yuta leans, tone seductive, and something you had never heard before. And you'd be lying if you said you didn't want him to bend you over the table in front of you.

You avert your eyes, wondering why everyone else had gotten quiet all of a sudden. You couldn't confront this right now, no you wouldn't! "I'll be in my room."

And with that you make a quick way for your temporary bedroom. Ignoring Jungwoo's call for your name as you close the door behind you. What the hell were you going to do now?

Yuta knows he messed up, bad. Things had been tense in the house for the past few days, and you were more skittish than he had ever seen you. He wondered if you were spending time at Mark's place again.

That was Jungwoo's biggest nightmare, in all honesty. He wasn't sure what the nature of you and Mark's friendship was — and he didn't even want to think about it. You were gorgeous, you could have anyone you wanted! He had no doubt that your friends would fuck you if given the chance, if they hadn't already. He knows it doesn't matter who you're sleeping with, but it does make him feel jealous.

Doyoung remains indifferent, at least on the outside. He goes about his day as Yuta and Jungwoo lose their minds over how to return to their normal selves again. It affects him as well though. You were really close to all of them at one point, how had that changed in less than a week?

Doyoung just knows he wish things had went differently.

The sound of the front door opening alerts everyone in the house. Jungwoo's quick to jump up, greeting you at the front door. You smile back as you remove your shoes. You try to keep your composure as you ignore the men in front of you being dressed up. Ah, you forgot it was a filming day. "Today was so stressful."

"Really? Do you maybe wanna watch something in my room with me?" Jungwoo suggests, hoping he can attempt to ease things. "It'll help you relax."

You shrug, though you don't if you could handle the close proximity. It's already taking everything in you right now not to jump his bones in this hallway. "Why not?"

He mentally celebrates in his head, "I'll grab some chips and meet you in my room."

You nod, walking to your temporary room to change. Today really had taken a toll on you, and on top of it, you forgot you were coming home to your roommates alter-egos. Not that you were complaining, because you definitely weren't, but it had slipped your mind. At least Jungwoo wasn't being awkward anymore. Things were going back to normal, right?

You change into shorts and a simple t-shirt and make your way across the hall. You push open the door and see Jungwoo settled already on his bed, the tv already on. You and him to have movie nights in his bed during sleepovers, so this wasn't unusual. Finally, something was normal again. Even if now you were sexually attracted to him. Geez, could you get your head out of the gutter?!

You two watch the movie for a few minutes as Jungwoo starts to shift in his spot. You begin to grow concerned. "Everything okay?"

Jungwoo brushes you off. "I'm fine."

You furrow your brows. "Alright.."

It only takes a few seconds for him to break as he shoots up. He couldn't ignore it's presence, especially not with you in the room. The insinuation of the little red light on in the corner, as the two of you sat on his bed? It was taking his mind to places it shouldn't go. "I left my camera on my desk, its facing this way. Let me just put it up."

And with that he scrambles to his desk, shutting off the camera and tossing it in one of his desk drawers. He's frantic, and his mind is racing with how little you must think of him right now. "Sorry."

You shake your head. "Stop apologizing, it's fine."

Jungwoo covers his face with his hands as he leans against his desk. He breaks, "I can't keep pretending this isn't weird."

You had no idea he was losing his composure as well, you had thought you had been the only one blowing it out of proportion. But you didn't want him to feel ashamed. So you assure him, "I don't mind."

He moves his hands. "You don't feel weird?"

"Can I be honest, Jungwoo?" You ask, it was now or never. One more second of this back-and-forth and you were going to explode.

He meets your eyes. "Please?"

“It turns me on.” You blurt out, admitting the truth. And you can't believe it had came out so easily.

Jungwoo’s shocked as he fumbles over what to say next. “What?”

It was too late to go back now, you had to say it. “I think it’s hot, Jungwoo, I think you’re hot.”

Were his ears deceiving him? He prayed you weren't messing with him. “Really?”

You giggle as you stand to your feet and he starts to feel stupid. “Mhm."

You continue to walk up to him as you place your hands on the desk behind him, effectively caging him between you. You had no idea where this boldness came from, but its likely he was drawing it out from you.

And he can't believe his circumstances. The girl he's been utterly in love with is leaning over him, in those tiny little shorts, telling him that he was the hot one? “So if I kissed you right now, you would-”

You stop him mid-sentence as you bring your lips to his. It's reliving almost, the way your mouths slide together in synch. You had waited far to long for this to let him think he would take the lead. You wanted it far too badly.

He kisses you back, head dizzy with how much he wants you. Though he's laced with a feeling of uncertainty that he just can't shake off because what was this? Was this just a hook-up, oh he was getting ahead of himself. This was a kiss, who knew if you even wanted to sleep with him!?

He debates telling you right there, not letting another second go by where you don't know about his feelings. But he's scared, terrified even, of your reaction. So he savors the kiss, putting his hands around your waist to grab your hips and pull you closer together, if that was even possible.

You can feel your heart rate increasing as you lose your breath. You pull away slightly for breath as you and Jungwoo meet eyes. He's showing no signs of stopping though. Pulling you back in to meet his lips as gentle as possible, before kissing you with the hunger of a starved man.

He's devouring you, and he's not sure if he intends to stop there. He doesn't want to stop there, but he's completely blank on what you want. He separates, "We should stop."

You're hazy, drunk on the kiss as you eyes don't leave his lips. "Don't wanna,"

He stops you before you can go in again, squeezing your hips. He couldn't get enough of you, his body was craving you. "I don't know if I'll be able to control myself."

You smirk, hunger in your voice. "Then don't."

He groans, you had no idea what you were doing to him. How long he had dreamed of this moment. "I need to know what you want."

The statement has a double meaning, almost daring you to spill out about feelings that he's not even sure you had. Was he ultimately just hurting himself? Likely.

Though you only catch one meaning, "I want you inside me."

And he'd be stupid to deny you that. He tries to formulate a response but you don't give him a chance. You lean closer, brushing your sex on his semi-hard on, "Need you inside me."

"Fuck," He rasped, as he moves his knee between your thigh. You moan out in ecstasy, feeling slightly embarrassed. He had barely even touched you and you're bitching like a dog in heat.

You lick your lips. "Jungwoo, I-"

The door swings open as Yuta and Doyoung peek in. Yuta shakes his head as he crosses his arms, Doyoung standing in complete surprise. The two of them stare as if they caught you doing something illegal.

"Well, what do we have here?" Yuta speaks as he takes in the scene before him. You and Jungwoo hadn't even bothered to separate, too caught off guard to even have time to think about hiding what you were doing.

You swallow hard. "We were just-"

"Just grinding on each other like horny teenagers?" Yuta finishes, smirking as he knows he couldn't have walked in at a better moment.

"Yeah, thanks for the invite Jungwoo." Doyoung comments sarcastically, and you're left confused.

Jungwoo immediately catches on. "No that's not what we were-"

Yuta doesn't buy it. "No use in lying about it."

"I'm sorry, what?" You ask, unmoving.

"Yuta thinks we're filming." Jungwoo elaborates, sighing.

"You're not?" Yuta asks, and Doyoung looks intrigued.

You shake your head, "We were just kissing anyways."

"Jungwoo's boner says otherwise." Doyoung snorts.

Yuta crosses his arms, "Were you really gonna fuck her without us?"

The words hit you, without us? Who was us? Yuta and Doyoung?

You stutter, flabberghasted. "Y-you guy's would've wanted to watch?!"

Yuta shrugs. "I'll be honest, that's more of Doyoung's thing. He likes to watch, he's into those cuck things. I, on the other hand, would've wanted to join."

Yet again, you're phased by the casual talk of this all. A few weeks ago you never would've thought your friends were so, nasty. The guys who avidly avoided woman, the guys who go all shy when you got too close, the guys who would rather be studying than anything else. You don't think you'll ever get used to how they talk now.

Blinking, you speak. "You want to fuck me?"

Yuta brushes hair out of his face. "Are you serious?"

"W-what? Why are you acting like it's a stupid question, you guys have never shown attraction to me." You state, moving off of Jungwoo, and he winces as the loss of contact.

Doyoung groans. "I don't think we could've been anymore obvious without downright saying it."

Was that true? Had you missed all the signs? "I had no idea."

Yuta scoffs, quirking his head to the side condescendedly. "Look at her face, she's telling the truth, she really had no idea what she was putting us through. And here I thought you were being a tease on purpose."

"A tease?"

"Oh come on, flashing me. Walking around the house in tiny shorts and no bra under your t-shirts." He names and you see how that could look.

You mutter. "Flashing you was an accident."

"Well it's no accident how bad I want to fuck you." Yuta replies boldly, walking closer. "So are you in?"

Doyoung pipes up. "If you don't want to, you can walk out now. I promise, thing's wont be weird, we'll be fine."

You think over Doyoungs words for a minute, before looking back at Jungwoo. "I-"

You turn back to the other two. "I want to."

Yuta smiles, and Doyoung speaks again. "Are you sure?"

Jungwoo grabs your hand in his. "We're not trying to pressure you-"

"Jungwoo, I've wanted this for longer than you'd think." You admit, pressure off of your shoulders.

Yuta breaks the moment, pure lust in his eyes. "Get on the bed."

You do as told, laying down on the bed in excitement at the thought of what the three men are going to do to you. You had no idea what to expect.

Jungwoo settles on one side of you, rubbing you through your bottoms. “Thought you were too good for me, honestly. I’m little loser Jungwoo, and here you are, a sopping wet mess under me.”

“Told Jungwoo I wanted to fuck you the day we met.” Yuta reveals, seated on the opposite side. Yet, you're too caught up on his words.

“Really?”

“Yeah, baby. Told him we should get you in a little video too, what would you have said then?” He responds, and you flutter at the nickname.

“I had already thought of the title.” Jungwoo smirks. “Slutty college girl gets her tiny hole stretched by nerdy math tutors.”

“I’d pay to see that.” Doyoung comments, eyes locked on you.

“Of course you would.” Yuta teases, gaze full of pure lust.

You feel fuzzy already. “I-I would’ve said yes!”

“Are you sure?” Jungwoo asks condescendingly. Just because he wanted this as bad as you didn't mean he couldn't have a little fun. “I was just the nerd, remember? The nerd who watched you leave to get fucked by another guy while I was right here.”

You moan out at his vulgar words going straight to your core.

Doyoung takes a seat in the chair by Jungwoo's desk, seemingly content with watching. “We were all right here.”

Yuta grins, hands pulling at your shirt. “I would’ve pounded you into my mattress the minute you asked.”

You whine, the feverish desire taking over. “Wa-want that so bad.”

“Yeah? Want me to fuck you until you can’t walk tomorrow?”

You nod, overtaken with sheer desire.

Jungwoo suddenly leans down to capture your mouth in his, distracting how Yuta takes over and tugs your bottoms completely off. You shakily grab run your hands through his hair and he shivers when you touch him and gets slightly more aggressive with the kiss. He wants to be as close to you as he can, even if just for now.

You feel the air hit your bare cunt as you moan into Jungwoo's mouth. He smirks a little as Yuta shakes his head. "So wet just from a little kissing, who knew our friend was such a slut for us?"

You buck your hips off the bed, to which Yuta forcefully pushes your thighs back down. You're barely able to let out a yelp of surprise as the other male continues to meld his mouth with yours.

He’s clearly trying to keep the kiss going for as long as he can, he seems to be enjoying himself way too much. But you can't say you're complaining.

Jungwoo pulls off, moving his plush lips down to your neck as Yuta teasingly runs his fingers numbingly slow through your slit. "P-please stop teasing- umph!"

You're cut off as Yuta pushes a finger into you, quickly followed by another. He's agonizingly slow once again and you can barely handle yourself, "'S too much- too-"

"Oh so you want to give orders but when I follow through, now you're taking it back?" He moves his fingers inside you. "If you can't take my fingers, how are you supposed to take my cock?"

You moan at the thought of it, not knowing what he looked like under the belt should be considered pure torture, every other part of him was so alluring.

Jungwoo brings your attention back to him as he pulls your shirt up just enough to unclasp your bra, sliding both off with ease as you were too distracted to do it yourself.

"Your nipples are already so hard." He teases, though he goes to pinch one and that has you writhing. "Oh, they're even prettier than I imagined."

He continues to fondle one before putting his mouth on the other, sucking as Yuta continue to piston his fingers in and out of you, going faster by the minute.

You felt so good already, so overwhelmed that you weren't sure it could get any better, but oh were you so wrong.

You feel the familiar coil beginning to form in your stomach, unable to hold in your whines. "Don't stop, please,"

He doesn't, in fact he goes even faster. The pace matched with Jungwoo's mouth still on your boob makes you go dizzy fast.

Before you know it, you're feeling the coil snap and your release dripping out. But you were a fool if you thought they were going to stop.

Yuta continues to finger you damn near to heaven, Jungwoo's tongue jutting out to graze your nipple as he talks you through your climax.

But you're already halfway gone, "Want- want you inside,"

Yuta pulls his fingers out of you, and you clench around nothing as you whine at the sudden emptiness. Yuta doesn't seem too intent on giving it to you so easily though, "You want me inside?.. And what if I don't think you deserve it? What if I make you beg for it?"

You can feel tears well up in your eyes. "Please, please I'll beg. Please Yuta, I can't go another minute without your dick in me!"

Yuta smirks, satisfied with your response. He stands from the bed and pulls his shirt off, following by unzipping his pants. You watch intently as he does so, finally able to see his abs and that tattoo in all of its glory. You could feel yourself throbbing at the view.

"Condom," You whisper, almost like an afterthought, looking at Jungwoo. "Do you have any in here?"

Jungwoo nods, gesturing to Doyoung who sits by the nightstand. "Top right drawer."

Doyoung follows, throwing a package towards Yuta as he catches it before ripping it open with his teeth. Fuckkk that was so hot.

He wastes no time in sliding it over his length, positioning it outside your entrance. You hope he's about to enter but instead, like the tease he is, rubs your clit with his tip gently. Your body already trembling and he wasn't even inside yet.

"Beg," He commands as he continues his previous actions.

"Please! Oh please Yuta-" You chant his name like a mantra as he smiles down at you.

"Don't worry, I'll give you want you want." He speaks, pushing the plush head of his dick past your walls. "Not gonna stop till you're sore."

He continues to push himself farther in as Jungwoo rubs his thumb over your clit, how were they so in synch? Had they done this before?

Yuta finally bottoms out inside you, hissing as you clench around him. "Pussy so fucking tight for such a whore."

You groan as he starts to move, thrusting into you as you babble. Jungwoo's eyes land straight on where your tits bounce, obsessed with the view. God, he was gonna bust in his pants.

You can hear the slight tap of the headboard creaking as it hits the wall behind you, Yuta reaching up to grip it as leverage while he slams into you, and you're trying your hardest not to drool on Jungwoo's pillow.

The younger male smirks before he pulls you into a kiss, silencing your moans for the minute as his tongue explores your mouth.

You whine into Jungwoo's mouth as he continues to sloppily kiss you. Yuta never falters as he watches from behind, he never knew he could enjoy watching you so much. He's borderline obsessed with seeing you two make out while he's inside, he can't get enough.

Doyoung can't see as well from where he sits, but the sounds make up for it. The room filled with the sounds of your muffled moans and skin meeting skin, accompanied by Yuta's heavy groans and pants.

He's doing everything he can to not take his dick out and start palming it, convincing himself to just wait for his turn.

Yuta moved in and out of you, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout your body. You cried out as the pleasure became almost too much to bear, body quivering beneath him.

He doesn't let up though, too keen on seeing your pretty face all scrunched up. You were shaking as his movements started to go deeper and deeper into you, there was no way you were going to survive this.

"You feel that baby?" He groans. "Feel how hard you make me?"

You just nod, too focused on the task at hand.

He keeps going, "Look how hard Jungwoo is, he's leaking all over his bed."

You'd love to see, but you can't bring your eyes steady enough to look towards him. Jungwoo lets out a quiet whine at Yuta's words, clearly embarrassed.

"Don't get all shy Jungwoo." Doyoung interjects. "It's cute seeing you so worked up."

You moaned, despite the words not being directed towards you. Doyoung voice mixed with Yuta hitting your g spot brought you directly to another realm of heaven.

Yuta felt his body tremble as his release began to build, his mind spinning as his pleasure reached its peak. He couldn't believe he was really getting to have you like this, in all his wildest dreams come true. His fingers dug into your hips, anchoring him to you as the orgasm started to take over.

You separated from Jungwoo as you started to feel the falter in the others thrusts while feeling a similar build up, managing to sputter out a "Are you close?"

He nods, "Are -shit- you?"

You can barely respond before Jungwoo's bringing your lips back to his. He never wanted to stop kissing you, he couldn't.

You suddenly felt your orgasm rush through her body, your entire body trembling with pleasure. You clung to Jungwoo, fingers digging into his arms as the intensity of the moment hit you.

You gasped as you came, body shaking with the intensity of it, breathing heavily as the pleasure slowly ebbed away.

With a deep growl, Yuta followed as he gave one final thrust and released into the latex. Mind incredibly hazy as he collapsed beside you onto the bed. Breathing heavy as you will your eyes not to close.

He stares at your fucked out face, proud of the little number he did on you. He knows this was likely his first and last chance to see you like this, so he was going to relish in it.

Though, others didn't seem to agree with the slower paced approach, Doyoung moving the other male out of the way to climb onto the bed.

Surprisingly, you try to push yourself up. Though, you're still too unsure to ask for what you want. "Can I..."

"Can you what?" Doyoung mocks after you don't respond for a few seconds. "Closed mouths don't get fed."

Who knew he could be so mean?

"Can I ride you?" You blurt out.

He smirks. "Is that what you want?"

You nod, "Fuck, please Doyoung."

He laughs, leaning back on the head board as he slips his pants down. "Be my guest, if you think you can still hold yourself up."

You place your hands on his shoulders as you wobbly throw your legs over Doyoungs lap before pausing, "W-wait,"

The others immediately halt, awaiting your words.

"Jungwoo's still so hard, and he hasn't touched himself. I should help him." You let out, starting at the male who you started this all with.

"Yuta's got it." Doyoung speaks, while the other male composes himself. "Right?"

The oldest smirks, wordlessly reaching over as Jungwoo's face grows red. He wraps his hand around the base of the youngers shaft and starts moving, kitty licking the tip as Jungwoo moans out.

"D-don't stop, I want to see you and Doyoung." Jungwoo gasps, locking eyes with you before squirming at Yuta's actions. It's not like it was the first time they had done this, but it felt so different every time, especially now that he was taking him wholly in his mouth.

You grow wetter at the sight of your roommates getting each other off, now you see why they like to watch so badly. Yuta looked so pretty with his mouth full of cock while Jungwoo moaned like a bitch in heat and clawed at his bed sheets. Not to mention that Yuta had grown hard again, his own hand snaking down to touch himself.

Doyoung lines himself up, his tip pushing past your walls as you slowly sink down. The stretch burning slightly even though you had been fucked already. You couldn't help but hiss, he was just too big.

You bounce a few times as Doyoung digs his nails into your hips. He's more quiet than Yuta, but less composed. You weren't sure he'd have much to say if he could manage to talk. The most you catch from him are quiet groans and deep breaths.

His eyes don't leave your cunt, directed towards where your bodies meet. He's never felt anything so good, not even his state of the art toys his viewers brought him made him feel this way.

“Need it off.” You mutter, reaching below you towards Doyoung’s cock. He hisses as you pry at the tip, harshly pulling the rubber condom off. You throw the item across the room, bringing your hand back to sink down on him as the other boys watch in awe.

Jungwoo's quick to intervene, “But-”

“We’ll get her a Plan B.” Yuta reassures him as he comes up for air, and you take notice of the way Jungwoo’s face falls for some reason.

You continue bouncing as Doyoung grabs one of your boobs in his hands. You bite your lip at the feeling, mind already halfway to mush as you continue to spear yourself on his cock. “Feels so good.”

He growls as he meets your hips at an animalistic pace. He finally gains the reserve to speak. Teeth gritting, “You feel better than I imagined, slutty pussy dragging me in.”

Jungwoo pushes Yuta's head down farther as the other teases, while the other gags at the action. The sounds of slurping register in your ears as you look back that way. You almost cum at the sight.

Jungwoo's face twists as he releases into Yuta's mouth, the latter swallowing it without a qualm. Jungwoo can feel himself growing hard again though. The squelch of your body parts melding together has Jungwoo's head spinning even though he already came.

Yuta snarks as he gets onto his knees, pushing his dick into the youngers face. "Your turn, put those pretty lips to use."

Jungwoo's eyes never leave your body as he opens his mouth. Now, if you thought Yuta looked good like that, nothing compared to how Jungwoo looked. So pliant and content to be helping his friend out.

Doyoung brings your attention back to him as he grabs your jaw, "I'm giving it to you so good that you're shaking yet you're staring at them instead?"

You shake your head, grinding down harder on Doyoung's dick as you stop bouncing, knees growing sore. "I'm sorry-"

He scoffs, grip tightening on your jaw. "No you're not."

"I-" You huff, hearing Jungwoo's pretty noises echo in your head as you fight every bone in your body to turn and look.

"Shut up," He cuts you off. "Look at me when I'm fucking you."

You nod as he thrusts up into you. You whine as he holds you in place, using you like a flesh light of his own design. All you can do is take it, feeling his tip kiss your insides with every thrust. Felt like he was rearranging your guts.

He pounds into you with such vigor that you wonder how he has the strength for it all. You try your best to meet his thrusts but he hardly gives you time to.

You would've never guessed the unbothered Kim Doyoung would be into fucking this rough. The more you know, you guessed.

You shout out, "I'm cumming!"

His speed doesn't falter, and he continues fucking you through your second orgasm of the night. He continues as you whimper at your sensitivity, hoping he was close.

"P-pull out," You sputter out, suddenly reminded that you two were going at it raw.

"I will," He responds, before he's moaning out. "Fuck, lift up."

"O-okay." You say, pulling yourself up slightly as his cock springs back onto his abs, covering his stomach in his release.

"That was so hot." You admit, sitting on the bed.

He blinks, "Yeah?"

You barely manage to turn as Yuta shoots his load out onto Jungwoo's face. His face looking ethereal as licks some of it off of his lips.

Yuta's about to say something when Doyoung speaks, "Yuta, lets go take a bath."

Yuta looks confused, not catching the others hint. "Now?"

Doyoung rolls his eyes, "So we can clean up."

"You're hard again, aren't you?"

The other shoots him a glare, clenching his teeth. "Let's go."

He basically drags the other out of the room as you two watch in confusion. Yuta bids, "See you later."

You stay quiet, unable to move without your body aching. Though you feel sudden energy to keep going as you look beside you.

Jungwoo leans over you and brushes your hair out of your face, and it feels more apparent that its just the two of you in the room. “You okay?”

“I’m a little sore, but I’m fine.” You admit, wincing a bit as you move your legs in an attempt to sit up. Jungwoo shakes his head as he stops you though.

“If you're not feeling okay-" He starts but you quickly shut him down,

You tilt your head. "But I've waited so long for you."

However, you can barely focus on his words as you take in his disheveled appearance. God, you wanted to kiss him so badly. Again.

He grabs your chin gently, lifting it up to kiss you more, and you can almost taste Yuta on him. He takes his time as you feel the urge to press up against him, ignoring the pain in your legs that the others left in their wake.

“Baby, don’t tease me there.” He whines, stopping the kiss.

Yet you don’t cease your actions, wanting to hear more of his needy voice. “I want you so bad, Jungwoo.”

His eyes meet yours, hesitance behind them. “Really, are you sure?”

“Unless you don’t to-”

“No no, I want to.” He responds, meeting your lips again. He’s more sure of himself this time, hand snaking to touch your cunt.

You're one hundred percent sure you were in love with Jungwoo. But who was counting?

Before you knew what was happening, he was throbbing inside you. Your cunt spent from the other two, but so willing to take him in as well. He was much bigger than you imagined, but once he was inside you, it was like he lost all semblance of control.

You almost wanted to laugh, what happened to the Jungwoo that was being almost mean to you earlier? Was he so drained that he forgot?

He had you in missionary, long slow thrusts pressing into you as you whimper. He caged you under him, hand holding yours as he used the other for balance. He went in for another kiss again, soft like he was scared you were going to break.

Being with him felt different, of course the others felt good but there was a clear line drawn in the sand with them. Yuta was a performer, he got off to the others looking at him put on a show. Doyoung didn't seem like he was focused on you as much either, and was more about himself.

But Jungwoo? He seemed to be worried about you and only you.

"You're so pretty." He mutters, looking into your eyes.

"P-pretty?" You ask, his length still bullying into you.

"I think you're gorgeous." He confirms, wanting to go in for another kiss.

"Jungwoo..." You wrap your hands around his shoulders as you pull him closer. "I think I like you."

He looks shocked at this, pausing his strokes. "Really?"

You smile, "Yes, really."

"But I'm just me." He avoids eye contact. "You're out of my league and I'm just this dork who studies mechanics! And are you sure you like someone who films himself-"

You interrupt him with a kiss, slipping your tongue past his mouth as you only pull away when you need air. "I don't care about any of that, I like you."

He smiles, "If you hadn't noticed, I've had a thing for you since that day in class when you sat next to me. I was so bummed you weren't even in that class and was just hoping I saw you again."

"Well, I'm glad we found our way back to each other."

"Me too." He speaks before pressing his face into your neck, mumbling as he continues his actions.

You two continue in almost silence, basking in pure love for each other as only small whimpers echo throughout the room. Everything that needed to be said already had been. You two were definitely going to have a long talk after this.

Living with the boys was no longer temporary, it was now your permanent place of residence. Especially since you had packed up your things and moved into your boyfriends room, granting Yuta access back to his room.

Things had been going well. Midterms went smoothly, Jungwoo was great (The sex was too), and you had landed that job you applied for!

You had even made an appearance in your boyfriends job, with masks of course, but nonetheless his viewers ate it up. Now they even sent comments in begging you to start your own channel, but you think you're far from that.

Things weren't awkward with the boys either, in fact, it feels good to have everything open in the air. There weren't any secrets anymore and things just felt like they were almost back to normal.

Breaking the news to Mark and Haechan was definitely... a scene. Mark was heartbroken on Lee Jeno's behalf while Haechan was more worried about how he was the only friend who hadn't gotten to tap that. To which Mark corrected that he hadn't either, which just led to a mess of a conversation.

People were definitely caught off guard when the news of you together broke. Many thought the pairing was funny.

Those like Haechan and Mark thought you had gone mad. And Jungwoo's studious admirers shuddered at how he could be with someone as provocative as you. Ha! If only they knew.

Jungwoo placed an object in front of you, proud of his efforts. "Here it is, the finished scale model."

You pick up the small jet in your hands, giggling at its design. "I love it, it looks like a tiny plane."

"It's a fighter jet!" Doyoung corrects as he joins you both in the kitchen.

You roll your eyes, "I'm aware, I helped paint the stupid thing."

"Stupid?" Jungwoo gasps dramatically.

"That's not what I-"

"Nope." He stops you. "Too late, the damage has been done."

"Jungwoo, don't be dramatic." You plead, though his eyes are already bulging out of his head.

He places his hand on his chest as he pretends to be hurt. "I'm going to go cry and throw up in my room."

"Dear lord," You begin before he runs off to his room. You've grown used to his antics by now. "Guess I have to go reassure him now."

Doyoung snorts, "Gross."

"Not like that, you pervert!"

"Who said I even was talking about that! You made it all dirty!" He retorts back when Yuta enters the room.

"Contrary to popular belief, we don't just fuck every chance we get."

"Tell that to my ears! You guys keep me up most nights, it's so annoying." Yuta complains. "The walls are thin, you know!"

You giggle, walking out of the room to find your sulky boyfriend as you shrug. "Deal with it."

The two watch as you're out of sight, Doyoung pouring himself water for his tea. He notices the look on the others face as he pats him on the shoulder. "You ever regret it?"

"Regret what?"

"Not telling her."

Yuta sighs, looking down before he shakes his head. "No. Jungwoo makes her happy, and that's good enough for me."

Doyoung chuckles, "We could switch rooms, if you want."

"It's all good, It's not that bad."

"You like listening don't you-"

"I'm going to slap you if you finish that sentence."

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