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It was a dangerous game you were playing. 

But the thrill of the danger thrums so hard through your veins that it makes the bump of bass seem insignificant in comparison. You can feel his eyes on you even from across the club, burning into your exposed skin like a brand. 

Good. I want him to watch . 

Your smirk widens as a sense of accomplishment washed over you. You lamented over your outfit tonight for hours, trying to find the perfect combination of sexy and enticing that wouldn't get you sent back home immediately. The swipe of red on your mouth and deep smoky black on your eyes was probably pushing it. But then again there was a reason that Minho affectionately called you his minx. You had a reputation to uphold. 

"You sure about this?" Minho asks, voice tender but eyes dark with clouding lust as he flicks a lock of your hair over your shoulder to reveal your neck. You always loved how easy he was to read. 

"Yeah," Getting the hint, you toss your head to the side as you grind yourself against his thigh to the beat of the music. "I've never backed down from anything and I'm not going to start now." 

Minho laughs. He seemed to be particularly enjoying the garters peeking out from the slit of your latex mini skirt judging by how often his fingers kept wandering on the straps, occasionally snapping them to your skin. "That's true. You always were my best girl." 

Fresh out of highschool with no direction, a shitty family situation, and no money, it had been easy to get sucked into the night business. At first it was just hosting at the clubs, making sure the clientele was relaxed, well-fed, supplied with alcohol, and ready to spend money. Then, it was stripping, putting on a show for the hungry eyes watching you and saving your best performances for those that had a couple hundred extra dollars in their pocket that they wanted to stick in the flimsy lace of your underwear. The natural progression after that was sex work. Really, you didn't mind the work much. There would be a creep every now and then but you took pride in your ability to satisfy your clients. The only problem was that the assholes you were working for were sketchy fuckers. You hadn't known any better and they'd taken advantage of that, cutting almost half of your payments and sometimes blatantly not paying you at all. Of course, you hadn't known that they were gang affiliated either and had the scare of your life when you threatened to leave and had a pistol shoved into your face for your ignorance. Suddenly you weren't working at all, you were gang property. 

It was the worst time in your entire life. But then again you'd met Minho and the rest of the guys shortly after so it wasn't all bad. Apparently the gang you were working for had crossed another gang a little too brazenly to be acceptable. The result was an all out war that included the club you worked in getting shot up and the guys you worked for and probably many others killed. Jeongin, new blood at the time, had gathered you and the other girls to meet Minho. You'd been wary at first, fearful that you'd merely switched ownership. It was clear that these guys were far more powerful than your original handlers. 

But Minho had simply studied all of you and let those of you that were being held against your will go. You hadn't trusted him, thinking it was a trap even as you watched some of your work friends turn and leave the room. And after he paused to wait if anyone else wanted to change their mind, eyes lingering in intrigue when they landed on you, he offered the terms of employment under his management. They were fair, generous even, too good to be true. More money, safe lodging, control of your schedule, vetting of every customer, sponsored check ups and birth control. But you'd looked in his eyes and saw nothing but sincerity. 

So you took a chance. 

Given where you were now, years later, you'd call it the best decision of your life. 

"I'm on board but what if your boyfriend tries to beat me up again?" Minho whines, his breath fanning against your neck as he leans in close. It'd been a while since you last did something like this with him, and it sent a pleasant tingle down your spine. "He nearly tried to kill me when he found out we'd fucked before." 

You couldn't help but snicker at the memory. The searing gaze that had been on you was only growing hotter with each passing second. You wanted it to wash over you like lava.

"As I remember it, that was your fault. But you could totally take Changbin in a fight." 

Minho cackles into your neck, letting a hand rest on your hip to pull you into the rhythm he wants to set. 

"I appreciate the baseless confidence, and while I do hit the gym more than Jisung, I don't think you realize that Bin's biceps are the size of my fucking neck." 

You want to laugh at that but Minho moves against you just right and a pleasured sigh leaves your mouth instead.  

"I'm planning on getting him angry enough to beat something else up if you get my drift." 

Minho finally presses a series of hot kisses against the column of your neck, nibbling hungrily at the skin. "You're such a brat. I don't know how he deals with you." 

Another moan tumbles from your mouth. "I learned from the best, bitch." 

You get a nasty bite for that but Minho groans lowly and kisses up your throat until he reaches your mouth. His tongue is in your mouth immediately and you sigh into the kiss, enjoying the taste of amaretto on his lips. When you part, it's clear that the time for teasing has passed. 

"Well…" Minho whispers, just barely audible over the music. "I happily accept your offer. As you know…"

You grin, slipping your hand into his. "You always make sure your girls get taken care of."

His body heat radiates from him like an oven when you turn and start leading him away, he keeps close to you, barely letting a few inches of space between you and you can't wait to get him in a room alone. As you walk, you pass the spot in the room where that hot gaze had been following you. Changbin is sitting in a corner of the club with a few other members of the gang. He hadn't told you that he'd be here tonight so when you saw him arrive with Chan and Jisung you'd assumed that Jisung had dragged the both of them out for a much needed break. The timing was perfect for you to start enacting your plan. The two of you had met eyes when he walked in but rather than approach him, you'd immediately latched onto Minho who'd popped in to visit you. 

You hadn't looked at Changbin directly since, but now - Minho in tow, flushed cheeks and hickeys blooming on your neck - you make sure to look directly at him. And because he's a bitch Minho chuckles from behind you and waves in that direction as the two of you pass by. Your boyfriend doesn't say anything, doesn't even do so much as nod in acknowledgement, and simply brings his glass up to his mouth taking a sip as he stares at the two of you. 

"Why are you so fucking mad about me and Minho?" 

"I don't like you doing shit that I don't know about! You really didn't think to mention it to me before? Hey, me and one of your friends used to fuck. It makes me look like an asshole." 

"Oh, so it's fine as long as you know about it?!" 

"Fuckin- yeah! I already said I don't care if you sleep with other people, I know that's your thing. But don't make me look like the asshole who doesn't know how many people his girlfriend is fucking around with." 

"So you almost fought Minho because of that? Seriously?" 

"No, I almost fought Minho because he's a piece of shit and thought it was funny that I didn't know. And if you want to keep fucking him fine, but make sure I know so I don't have to wonder . That shit drives me insane." 

"Okay… I can do that. I'm sorry baby, I didn't know it was going to upset you that much." 

"Listen to me, I don't want any fucker out there - I don't care who - to think they fucked you just because they could. They fucked you because I said they could." 

"Are you-" 

"And you know why I'm okay with it? Because you're still mine at the end of the day. They don't mean shit." 

Permission. You had permission to do this with Minho and Changbin was clearly very aware of just what you were about to do. It sends butterflies to your stomach, arousal shooting down your bones, and knocks the breath from your lungs. Shit. You were gonna have fun over the next few weeks.  

Because although you had permission to do whatever you wanted with whoever you wanted, you definitely didn't have permission to be a brat about it. You were wondering how far you could push Changbin before he snapped.

"Where?" Minho breathes in your ear, bringing your attention back to him. 

You want to tease him for his impatience but you were feeling pretty fucking impatient yourself. 

"Back room. I had one of the girls save it for me." 

Minho snorts softly but doesn't say anything else and instead follows along compliantly. There was a hallway in the back of the club where the music only barely blanketed the sounds of moaning and giggling. Back here the beat of the bass felt more like a heartbeat and it was making your head spin. You stopped in front of one of the nicer rooms, one with an actual bed and grabbed your set of keys from where they hung inside your top. A highly uncomfortable place to keep them but the safest way to hold them, and unlocked the door. You pulled Minho inside and shut the door behind you, locking it as well. Normally, you'd never do this while you were on your shift so you could only hope that you wouldn't be rudely interrupted. 

When you turn around, Minho was already kicking his shoes off and climbing onto the bed. You set your keys down on the minibar and watch him make himself comfortable, lounging in the middle of the silk sheets like a king in his dominion. The dark and hungry look still hasn't left his eyes but he looks so fucking amused by the situation, just waiting for you to join him that you could kind of understand why Changbin had been motivated to murder way back when. 

He lifts a finger, crooking it into a come hither motion. You roll your eyes, unable to keep the smile off your face, and saunter over to the bed. Once you're comfortably seated in his lap, you lean forward to kiss him gently. Without prying eyes around, the two of you were far more gentle with each other than it initially appeared. Minho was a very good friend of yours and had been there for you when you were at your worst, finding the pieces that you'd lost and helping you put yourself back together. No matter what form it took, the relationship between you and him ran deep. 

"I missed you," You pout. Minho laughs and taps you on the nose. 

" Cute . I missed you too. Sorry I've been so busy lately." 

You continue to pout. It was no secret that Minho had recently found someone else who was monopolizing most of his free time. It seemed that it was getting serious from what you'd heard. You hoped they didn't have a jealousy issue with you because you'd fight anyone who got in between the two of you. 

"I'll make it up to you." Minho offers, a playful grin settling on his face. You scoff in response. 

"Obviously." 

Unsurprisingly, his steadying grip on your waist shifts lower until he's playing with the straps of your garters again. 

"These are hot, I like them." 

Snickering, you grip the hem of your tight top and snatch it over your head before throwing it somewhere in the room. The lingerie was bought in a matching set with the garters and was a masterpiece of straps, lace, green, and black. They even had a little heart pattern. 

Minho was practically drooling. "Damn… I like that too." 

"Good, I bought it for you." You smile, leaning back down to kiss his open mouth. This kiss is more intense, more teeth and less care, and his grip on your thighs tightens. 

When you part for breath, Minho has that same shit-eating grin on his face that would make anyone want to hit him. "You bought this and wore it tonight for me ? Not Changbin?" 

"Minnie, you wouldn't last five seconds if I wore the stuff I wear for Changbin around you," You tilt your head, flicking your hair over your shoulder as you reach out to touch him. Your hand runs down his chest and to the building problem forming in his pants. With a squeeze, you watch him suck in a breath through his teeth. "You'd probably cream your pants." 

To his credit Minho laughs loudly but doesn't argue with you. Instead he paws around at your waist, looking for the zipper to your skirt. You wait patiently to let him find it. After all, you weren't really in any rush. You want to take a while. Let people notice you're gone, make them wonder where you are, what you're doing, who you're doing.

Finally, his deft fingers locate the metal and he makes quick work of getting the skin tight skirt off you to reveal the full set. You model it for him, posing dramatically in the most risque positions you can think of until he loses patience and grabs you by the ass, practically throwing you back on the bed. He looms over you as he takes his own shirt off and then kicks his pants off quickly. Once you're both mostly naked, he descends on you starting from your ankle and kissing a scalding trail all the way up to your thighs. Way back when, you'd initially thought that he was an ass man. After all, he was constantly staring at your backside. But when you'd finally tentatively approached him after months of coy flirting you realized fairly quickly that wasn't the case. 

"When are you going to stop acting like a bitch and make a move already?" You'd asked the second he opened the door to his office. He didn't even look surprised. Instead, he laughed a little and stepped aside to let you in. You noticed immediately that he locked the door behind you. 

"It felt a little inappropriate considering. I make it a rule to not cross that line with my girls."

You crossed your arms. "And yet, you practically undress me with your eyes every time you see me." 

"Oh, so you do see my conundrum then?" He smirked. 

You shrugged. "Sure, I see it. Are you going to actually solve it or should I put a picture of my ass in a frame for you?"  

"That'd be a nice gift, actually." 

He laughed again at the unimpressed look on your face and drew closer until you were a few inches apart. At this distance he seemed to be studying your features almost in awe but you'd already done this much, he would need to meet you halfway. After a long moment he smiled and lifted your chin, pressing a firm and promising kiss to your mouth that was far too intense to be as short as it was. You had to stop yourself from following him when he pulled away. 

"I'm working something out with Chan. Be patient with me, okay?" 

"Fine." 

Mildly irritated and extremely horny, you turned to leave but Minho stopped you in your tracks. 

"Oh, and if you decide to get me a framed picture, can I make a request? I'd love to see your thighs covered in cum, gorgeous." 

You'd never seen him orgasm so fast that time you offered to let him fuck them. 

Even now, he takes his time, practically worshiping the shape of your thighs. Each kiss to the inside of them makes your breath hitch and each scrape of his teeth and bite makes you twitch with need. You have half a mind to suffocate him down there if he doesn't get on with it. You grunt and shift impatiently to get the message across and as expected, he snickers at your impatience and shifts upward. The stripe he licks across your clothed cunt knocks the air of your lungs. The way that he bites at the damp fabric, teeth glancing across your most sensitive nerves makes you squeal. He pulls away just enough so that the elastic snaps back into place when he lets go and groans at the sight of you. Focus lazer sharp he leaves the panties on, as he always does, and uses a hand to toy with you, running slender fingers across your lips and pushing in through the fabric of the panties. You grind your hips down against the finger, mind fogging entirely at the onslaught of pleasure. 

"M-Minho, come on." You pant when he continues to tease you. "Please." 

He grunts lowly and crawls further on top of you. You grab for him and the kiss you share is nothing but shared passion and lust. He bites at your lip, pulling it between his teeth and smearing the red lipstick you'd put on and you moan when you realize how much of a mess you're going to look when he gets done with you. He presses another hot kiss to your mouth before his lips are replaced by two of his fingers. You take them in eagerly, sucking them in deep and meticulously licking them until Minho groans again, cursing under his breath. 

He takes the fingers out of your mouth and you both watch the trail of saliva that follows it. But then he's moving again, shifting, knocking your panties to the side and oh fuck . 

You openly moan when the first finger stretches the muscle of your entrance. You'd been grinding on each other so much earlier that you'd already been dripping wet before you got in here and the off centered way Minho was walking would be obvious even if he wasn't sporting a tent in his too tight pants. Neither of you are going to last very long. The second finger is added quickly and even though it's been a while, Minho still remembers how to work your body. How to push and pull in ways that will have you falling apart. It helps that he's also a giver and would rather watch his partner fall apart five times over before he bothers to try to get anything in return. You could count the amount of times you've blown him on one hand. 

His thumb builds up a consistent rhythm on your clit, pushing harder and more insistently as your little cries of pleasure mount. By the time a third finger is added to the party you're practically babbling in need of his cock. You can feel it fully pressing against your thigh and you can tell by how much Minho is moving against you that he's about ready for it too. If only he'd stop making it a personal mission to mark you up as much as possible. When he was done you'd look like a fucking constellation. Still, you don't complain when he sucks another hickey into your collarbone. It would 100% piss Changbin off after all. 

Minho leans back to admire his handiwork and the adoring smile on his face as he looks at you makes you feel warm and fuzzy. 

"Remind me again why we didn't work out?" 

You scoff, grinning at him. If he's going to take forever, you'll move things along yourself. You lean up to meet him and pull the sleek and expensive looking black boxers that he's ruining with precum down from his hips. He hisses as the fabric pulls directly over the head of his cock. It jumps up like an old friend happy to see you when you finally expose him to the open air. 

"Oh, I'm sorry, I wasn't aware that you were trying to date me." 

It was half true. He'd dropped hints here and there that he wanted something more serious with you but you'd never really been interested in that with him. Where he was constantly shifting, changing, moving, Changbin was like a boulder. Solid and sturdy and exactly the kind of tether that you needed. You could go all over the world, all through the universe, and up the ass end of a black hole and you knew he'd still be there waiting patiently for you with open arms. Minho on the other hand… well he was as much of a wanderer as you were. You'd never work well with something serious. 

"I-" He sucks in a breath when you purposefully waited for him to start talking before wrapping a hand around his length. He was wet enough that you didn't even need to spit in your hand to jerk him off properly. "I guess I missed that train." 

"Nope," You smirk. "Nothing to miss. We work better as friends and you know that. Although… I am planning to get railed." 

Minho's reaction would have been hilarious if you weren't about a half second from climbing on top of him to get him inside you faster. His eyebrows pinch together in clear disgust and he knocks your hand away from him. 

"No, that's why. I can't believe you just made a joke that bad in the middle of sex." 

You raise an eyebrow. "I don't see any sex happening. Maybe you'd better hurry and shut me up before I think of another." 

" Ugh ." Minho gags, quickly lining himself up with your entrance. You fall back onto the bed with a pleased sigh when he finally enters you, he was slow to bottom out but once he was finally seated he set a quick pace right away. 

You relax into it, feeling completely safe with him. Luckily, you knew what he liked too and adjusted, raising your legs to wrap around his hips. The angle was a bit better for you and he could hit right where he needed to with ease while also enjoying the feeling of your sweat slicked thighs around him. He practically growls into your throat when you clench a little around him teasingly. 

"God, you're such a fucking brat, aren't you?" He huffs, breathless. You clench around him again in response and he swears colorfully under his breath. As if you were two kids fighting rather than two grown adults fucking in the back of a club, you continue to bicker and when Minho has had enough of your attitude, he shoves your bra up over your tits and meanly tugs at your nipples making you wail loudly in surprise. Your breasts were extra sensitive and it was a fact that, unfortunately for you, Minho knew well. 

Within a few minutes of the sudden onslaught, you were shaking and trembling as your orgasm rapidly approached. Minho had taken to biting and sucking at your chest in all the places he knew were sensitive and you were getting loud . Like… a little louder than you were trying to be and much louder than how you sounded when you were trying to boost the ego of your clientele. 

"O-oh, fuuuuuck . M-M-Minho, please. Shit, please . I need to-! Fuck !" The last word was spit out a little maniacally as Minho, realizing how close you were, suddenly changes his angle and slaps the underside of your thigh, hard . The stinging pain makes you dizzy as the second slap lands in the same exact place before he licks his hand and brings it to your throbbing clit. You toss your head back and forth, body and mind desynced as a part of you struggles to get away from the overwhelming amount of pleasure and another part of you arches into it. 

"Fuck. Fuck! Fuck! " You yell, as he swaps between pinching meanly at your clit and rubbing it with slick fingers at a pace as brutal as his hips snapping against you. He was moaning prettily at your neck too, enjoying your body to the fullest. " Min , oh my god - I'm gonna, fuck, I'm gonna cum." 

"You'd better." He hisses into your neck, biting into the junction of your shoulder and neck. 

Your toes curl with the impact of the orgasm as it hits you. Minho kisses you, drowning out your voice a little since you were still being a little too loud. It takes you a while to get your bearings as you come down from the rush, you feel too hot and wish that you could turn on a fan or something to help you catch your breath. 

"Ah, god, that was good." You mutter, pushing sweaty strands of hair out of your face. 

"You look so sexy when you cum, damn." Minho was still slowly thrusting into you, making your whole body twitch with aftershocks. When you'd come all the way down, you lean up to kiss him hungrily, he meets you with equal enthusiasm but you can't take much more of him without getting riled up to go again. 

"Here, let me finish you." You offer, scooting away from him until he gets the idea and pulls out. You adjust, pushing him back onto the bed while you give his lower half some attention. His cock was so hard it looked like it hurt and as soon as you grip the base of his shift with a hand he moans brokenly. 

"Shit, I'm close." 

As payback, you let your nails scrape him gently and he bucks up hard into your hand. He glares at you but there was too much lust in his eyes for it to have any bite. You center your balance over his legs and lean down to take him into your mouth. From the tensing in his legs it felt like he was doing everything in his power to keep from bucking up into the wet heat of your mouth. He was always a gentleman, perhaps too much of a gentleman, when it came to giving him head. He was never forceful, never demanding, and always tried to let you go at your own pace as much as possible. It was kind of cute in a way. 

But just because he was going easy on you didn't mean that you would go easy on him. You set a hard pace right from the start and used your hand to fondle his balls. You tongue at his slit, tasting both him and yourself on his skin and Minho tenses even further, grunting almost in pain. 

"Ah, fuck. Yeah, like that. Like that." 

You lick harder at his slit at a constant tempo, squeezing harder at the base just enough to hurt a bit, just the way he liked it. His hips jerk up slightly once, twice and then he gasps raggedly. 

"I'm… I'm…" He can't get the words out but you get the gist and swallow him back down quickly. You hollow your cheeks and tighten the grip you had on his balls, you can feel them seize as he orgasms. His entire body stiffens and then releases like a cut thread and he moans loudly just as you feel the first burst of his orgasm hits your tongue. He always came so fucking much , you were suddenly glad that you'd decided to finish him this way because you'd have a whole mess to clean up otherwise. 

You swallow him down with a little difficulty, trying to manage keeping his load and cock in your mouth at the same time was no easy feat. Still, when he finally starts to soften he pulls away and an affectionate thumb swipes at your bottom lip. You open eyes you hadn't even realized were closed just to witness the chesire cat grin tiredly at your debauched state. You don't even fight him when he forces the thumb past your lips and into your mouth, pushing back further than he needed to wipe the thumb on your tongue.

When he retracts you roll your eyes and turn over, stretching out on the bed. Minho stretches out as well, resting his big heavy leg over your stomach but you felt good and nice and warm so you let him do it. 

The distant beat of the club music drowns out the silence between you for a few moments while the two of you recover. Minho is the first to break the silence. 

"You know Changbin isn't going to crack easily, right? I've only seen him truly pissed once and unfortunately that was when he was trying to break my face." 

"I know," You nod. Minho's hand is resting close to you so you take hold of it and start idly playing with his fingers. You love his hands. "I'm not trying to make him angry , I'm trying to make him jealous. There's a difference." 

Minho chuckles under his breath. "It's your funeral." 

It was a difficult challenge for sure. You'd gotten in your head a long time ago but weren't confident to actually try it until now. You'd spent a lot of time testing him, trying to figure out what was going too far and what was enough to make him leave pretty bruises on your hips. Hopefully, you'd gotten the formula right. Still, Changbin wasn't the type to openly show his anger. You'd once seen someone step out of line with Chan, questioning his leadership and his ability to actually manage the gang at such a young age. While Chan was visibly seething, Changbin had been still as a statue in his usual place - a step behind his leader. The man had stepped forward, clearly seeking some kind of confrontation and stupidly staging a solo uprising but before Chan could do anything, Changbin stepped forward. The man's arm was broken and his face was pushed to the floor in a matter of seconds. 

"Are you done?" 

"M-m-m-my arm ! You're crazy! You son of a bi-"

Changbin wrenched the man's arm into an even more painful position and the idiot wailed and screamed in response. Changbin's face was unchanged. 

"I said , are you fucking done ?" 

The murderous intent in his voice must have been clear to hear, because the man quickly changed his tune with wide, tear filled eyes.

"L-l-listen, I've… I've been d-d-drinking! I didn't k-know what I was saying! P-Please! I'm sorry!" 

Without another word, Changbin reached into the holster on his waist and pulled out a shiny chrome gun. In one smooth movement, he removed the safety, click , loaded the barrel, clack , and fired. Bang.  

Everyone in the immediate surroundings had gone absolutely silent. You wondered if you were the only one marveling at the abrupt change to Changbin's expression as he kicked the corpse away from him and holstered his gun. His expression finally mirrored Chan's, tinged with a sort of disdain that no sane person would ever want directed at them. You wondered if anyone else thought it was as fucking hot as you did.  

You didn't want to make Changbin angry, you just wanted to mess with him a bit. You wanted to find out how much of a brat you were allowed to be before he had enough and put you back in your place. He gave the appearance of being endlessly patient with you but you knew that there was a point at which his patience would run out. You wanted to see what would happen when it did. 

"So, who else are you roping into this?" Minho asks. You hear a few weird noises and glance over at him to see that he was on his phone. Where the hell did he get that from? Also… was he taking pictures of you? 

Admittedly, you had a few ideas. 

"Jisung for sure." 

Minho scoffs. "He is so whipped for you it's a little disturbing, honestly." 

"He's my best friend, don't be jealous. Probably Chan, too."

" Chan? Are you insane?" 

You shrug, still idly playing with his free hand. "Probably. But you just said yourself that Binnie's going to be tough to crack." 

Minho made a clear noise of discontent. "Who else?" 

"I'm hoping that Chan will do the trick but if not I made a list of other options. Felix, maybe?" 

"Even I'd be kind of annoyed by that, the kid was given too many unfair advantages in life." 

You laugh and smack his hand. "He's barely any younger than you. So anyway, maybe Felix. Maybe Seungmin and maybe Jeongin." 

"First of all," Minho starts, bouncing his leg annoyingly on your stomach. "There's no way Seungmin is going to go for that, but I know if you get the chance you'll try anyway. And Jeongin would probably literally piss himself if you came onto him. I know for a fact that he has the grossest little crush on you." 

"Aww, that's cute." 

You push Minho's leg off you, which gets you an offended squawk in response, and stand up from the bed. It was starting to feel like you'd been in here for too long and you should probably head back out into the main club. You pull your bra back on properly and step out of your panties, tossing them directly at Minho's face, and then start gathering your clothes so you can put them on. The garters are kind of useless without the panties though, you kinda wish you'd thought that through more. As it is, you'll have to abandon them. 

"Thanks for the souvenir." Minho says sarcastically. He also starts to pull his clothes back on once he sees you doing it. "Anyone else?" 

You chew on your lip, unsure of whether or not to tell him. There was one other person that could work for what you needed them for, the only problem was that they might take things too far. You slowly pull your skirt back up, thinking. 

"There is, isn't there? Please tell me it's not who I think it is." He pleads. 

You shrug, hoping to make him believe that you weren't seriously thinking about it. 

"I mean, yeah, I was kind of thinking about Hyunjin." 

"Y/N, you cannot be serious." Minho says, leveling with you. He has his hands on his hips when you turn to face him, looking every bit the disappointed friend that he was. 

"What?!" You snap defensively, quickly slipping your top back on. "What is your problem with him? He's a nice guy." 

Minho's frown deepens. "I don't have a problem with him. I would even go so far as to say I'd trust him with my life. What I have is facts and the facts are that he's a maniac . I don't trust him with you… at all . I've told you from the start to stay away from him." 

"Relax, Min. I was just thinking about it." 

"No, I know you." He persists, sounding completely over your bullshit even though you'd only been talking about this for two minutes. "You're going to try it. You just told me earlier that you never back down from anything and I know you see him as a challenge. You're going to do whatever the fuck you want at the end of the day, but I'm warning you to be careful." 

You feel a little like you were just reprimanded by your father and glumly nod. "I'll be careful. I promise." 

Minho huffs, stepping into his pants.

"You really stress me out sometimes, you know that? If I start getting gray hairs before I turn thirty, I'm suing the fuck out of you." 

~`

It still takes the two of you a while to leave the room. Your makeup is a disaster and not the cute kind, it's the I've been crying in the rain because my boyfriend just dumped me kind. And your hair isn't in much better shape. You take a while to fix yourself up a bit so that you still look a little debauched but mostly presentable. The scattering of hickies on your neck and chest are starting to color in shades of red and purple and it makes your heart race a little to be so obvious about it. Changbin wasn't big into marks, let alone visible ones and even when you were working the back rooms, your clients were never allowed to leave marks like this. Minho had whined about his hair and fussed with it for far too long before giving up. There were some strands sticking up in odd places but not even a little water could tame them. 

It felt like hours had passed since the two of you had disappeared but you knew that it had to have been barely an hour tops. You didn't ask Minho to come with you, but even without specific instructions, he was playing his part well and walked with you, his hand affectionately resting on the small of your back as you approach your boyfriend's table. They were predictably all still there, although a few of the guys that you didn't know well had disappeared. You'd strangely been worried that you'd come back and Changbin would be gone. 

Of course, he's still there, your rock wouldn't move that easily. In fact, even though Jisung appears to be telling some dramatic story judging by his wide gestures and loud voice that you could hear all the way across the room, Changbin notices you immediately. You wonder if he'd been waiting for you to reappear checking the hallway again and again until you showed up. He's not facing entirely towards you like he was before but his head is turned, watching the two of you approach with an unreadable expression. You can see the way that his eyes roam over your body taking in the smattering of hickeys, the askew top, the skirt that you might have put on backwards now that you're thinking about it, the lack of garters. 

You're not usually so bold and although you'd spent plenty of time with Minho since you'd started dating Changbin, it was never like this. Never under the same roof as your boyfriend, never so blatantly after sex, never so obvious. For you, this was odd. Changbin had to notice it as well, he had to think that you were playing with him, plotting something. You wanted him to know, you wanted him to join the game to see who would win. 

Something in his jaw moves oddly and you feel crazy but you could have sworn that he was holding back a smirk. 

With his attention on you rather than the conversation, Jisung eventually notices that his audience was not as captive as it once was and he follows Changbin's line of sight to you. His jaw drops comically when he sees you and Minho. Frantically, he glances between you, Changbin, Minho, and Chan in rapid succession as if trying to gauge whether or not he should be preparing to break up a fight. 

"Holy shit ," He gasps. 

You finally arrive at the table and catch Chan's attention as well. He's clearly shocked as well but managed to hide it a little better than Jisung. 

"Hey guys." You greet, smiling warmly at them. Minho echoes a similar greeting from behind you. He still hasn't moved his hand from your back. 

"H-hi…" Jisung mutters, still looking like he was at a complete loss of what to do in this situation. His eyes keep dropping to your chest and neck in alarm before darting over to Changbin and back again.

Chan seems to gather himself quickly and smiles at you. "Nice to see you as always, Y/N." 

Finally, you turn your attention to your boyfriend. For someone who was known to be expressionless, it has always amazed you how much love you could see in his face whenever he looked at you. Even now. There was the tiniest smile playing at his lips again and seeing it told you everything you needed to know. He knew you were doing this on purpose. 

"Hi Binnie." And because you were only trying to rile him up, not be a complete bitch you leaned down toward him to kiss him. His kiss was hard, nothing but force behind it. He'd probably have a few things to say when you got home. 

"Hi baby."

Minho's hand hasn't left the small of your back. Changbin angles himself better in the booth so that you could sit on his lap comfortably but before you can even think about it, Minho guides you into the other side of the round booth, sitting down first and pulling you down onto his leg. It startles a small gasp out of you when you're reminded immediately that you hadn't put your underwear back on. With his leg in between the two of yours there was no barrier between his pant leg and your center. You may have forgotten your situation, but Minho clearly hasn't - something you realize when he bounces his leg a few times under the pretense of getting comfortable. You can't believe he had the gall to call you insane when he was pulling shit like this. 

Jisung looks like he's witnessing a paranormal event before his very eyes. 

Vaguely surprised by the brazen act, you hesitate only a second before settling comfortably into Minho. Changbin stares at you for a long moment before reaching for his glass again and sipping from it slowly. 

"What were you guys talking about?" You ask, directing the question mostly to Jisung. 

He sputters, and you wonder if it was only the surprise of the situation or if he wasn't sober. Maybe both. "Uh! Um… I was just- I was telling a story about this thing that happened a few days ago."

"Yeah?" You press, rolling your hips just slightly against the toned thigh under you. "What happened?" 

Jisung's eyes fall to Minho's hand, watching as his thumb rubs small circles into your waist. His expression makes you think that something in his hardware is crashing at the sight. Chan nudges him. 

"Well… w-well, this guy was blatantly using his girlfriend to help him cheat at the poker table..." 

You listen, trying your best to pay attention to Jisung's story and ignore both the feeling of Minho's hand idly tracing shapes on your body and the burning gaze of your boyfriend - who doesn't seem to be listening to Jisung's story in the slightest. Chan smiles in amusement, dimples on full display, whenever you meet his eye. He's known Changbin the longest out of everyone and you're sure that he's somehow caught on to whatever is going on between the two of you. He'd probably be easy to convince to play along, he's always had a soft spot for you after all. Although, the sparkle in his eyes tonight tells you that he wouldn't need much convincing. 

"Ah, so you're the Y/N, I've heard so much about…" The leader of the gang greets and even though you fought hard not to be nervous for this meeting, thinking about all the different horrendous ways you could be disposed of for making a bad impression, you'd never considered the possibility that he could be so fucking hot . It throws you off entirely and all of the conversation that you'd practiced in your head flies out of the window when he smiles kindly, eyes disappearing into perfect little crescents and dimples making themselves known. 

"U-uh," You stammer stupidly. "Yes, that's… that's me. It's a pleasure to meet you, boss." 

"Oh." Chan chuckles with wide eyes as if surprised by the title coming from you.

"None of that. I have enough burly men with beards calling me that, it'd make me happy if a beautiful woman like yourself called me Chan."

You'd nearly choked on air. "O-of course. Chan, then." 

He giggled in delight like a school boy rather than the incredibly intimidating mafia boss that he was. You knew better than to let yourself be fooled by his demeanor though. After all, this was the same person that had launched an entire war on a rival gang in retaliation for the murder of his father. His enemies were the sort of people that underestimated him, you wouldn't make the same mistake. 

"You can go ahead and take a seat." He offered, meandering over to an expensive looking liquor cart off to the side of the room. You sat in the seat across from his desk, struggling to reconcile the idea of him in your head with how he actually was - which was nothing like you'd expected. Minho had talked about the leader of the gang a lot so you knew he was young but although the two seemed relatively close there was a reverence in Minho's tone that you'd never heard before. Chan was clearly well-respected by his members. 

"Y/N?" 

You snapped back into focus, realizing with a start that you'd gotten lost in your thoughts and didn't hear whatever he just said. When you turned to him, the boyish smile was gone and instead was replaced with a sharp look of irritation that made you swallow hard in fear. You stilled, unsure of what to do with yourself since you hadn't heard whatever he just asked you. His entire demeanor had just changed so quickly that you were at a complete loss for words. 

"Did you not hear me?" He asked after the silence stretched on a beat too long. Biting your lip, you slowly shook your head. 

"N-no. I'm sorry." 

He nodded once, grabbing two glasses that were now full of some type of clear liquor on the rocks and walked over to you. You watched him with wide eyes as he placed one of the glasses down in front of you. Then, that same hand reached over to you, mussing up your hair in a way that was both fond and condescending. 

"You're such a pretty girl, but you're kind of dumb, aren't you?" He muses, running his hand through your hair and down to your jaw until his hand grasped your chin. He yanked your chin up to look directly at him, that same unimpressed look in his eyes. Your heart was beating out of your chest, wondering how you'd managed to upset him so quickly. "I bet all the guys in the back rooms love you because you get stupid when you're getting fucked. I bet you act like a little ragdoll for them, start babbling words like a toddler, drool all over yourself like a baby. Don't you?" 

He grips your chin tighter when you don't reply. "Respond when I'm talking to you." 

You'd been so shell shocked by what he said to you that your mind had legitimately emptied of intelligent thought. 

"U-uh, yes. I… I do." 

"Don't stutter. Say it clearly." 

"Yes. I do."

"Good girl." The smile returned when you said the words and he let go of your chin, walking around his desk to take a seat across from you. "I don't like repeating myself either, so make sure you don't make me have to remind you of that. Anyway, let's get to business then. Minho says you've become a valuable asset to us and his own personal attachment to you aside, I agree with him. I think you'd be more useful in a different position. I recently came into possession of a club and I need a new hostess to manage it. What do you think?" 

"That… um," You take a sip of the drink he'd given you to calm your nerves. "That sounds good." 

You hadn't done much with him besides a bit of flirting here and there, but never anything beyond that so it was hard to tell. He was Changbin's primary responsibility though. Your boyfriend's entire life revolved around Chan. Which was understandable considering he was, a fact known to very few for safety purposes, Chan's bodyguard. There would be no hiding it if you slept with him. Even if Changbin wasn't nearby physically, he managed the arsenal of foot soldiers and guards that kept the important members of the gang safe. They reported directly to him and he would know . And he wouldn't be able to do anything about it even if he wanted to because Chan was his boss. 

You knew Changbin had mixed feelings about you being his as well as the gang's so there was a good chance you could push his buttons well with that direction. After all, if you belonged to the gang that also meant that you belonged to Chan.

And yes, despite the hypocrisy, Minho was right. You'd be a little insane to point out that fact. 

That was pulling out the big guns though, so for now you'd stick to your original plan. 

~`

When you finally left the club in the early hours of the morning, it was with Changbin's arm slung around your waist. Minho had tapped out earlier, explaining that he had to check on a few things before the sun rose. You let him leave, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth as he went and rather than switching to your boyfriend's lap, you sidled up to Jisung instead with the excuse that you were cold. Changbin had continued to watch you without calling attention to your behavior and had even added to the conversation every now and then as if nothing was out of the ordinary. 

When it was time to go, Changbin personally saw Chan to his car as you hung back, joking with Jisung about his hair. It had grown out a lot, actually covering his ears now, and made him look like an angsty teenager. You went out of your way to hug him goodbye and he gave you a wild look, like he couldn't believe what you were doing, before awkwardly turning away and leaving. 

Finally, once you were alone, you let Changbin hold you close to him as you walked to his car. The drive to your shared apartment was quiet, supported by the soft hum of whatever song was playing on the radio. You were tired, exhausted really, and had trouble keeping your eyes open on the drive. Changbin was quiet too, although he rarely talked much in the car. He was too laser focused on everything going on in the streets around you. From what you knew, people didn't try the gang very often - not since what happened the last time, but there was always a chance someone would get bold. 

When you opened your eyes again, it was to the sight of your fondly smiling boyfriend, waiting outside your car door. You must have fallen asleep. 

"Wake up, baby. We're home." He calls sweetly, offering his hand. 

You take it, sleepily rubbing at your eyes as you step out of the car. A yawn bursts from your chest and Changbin snickers. 

"I guess you had fun tonight?" 

Leaning all of your weight into him you nod tiredly. "Loads." 

The double entendre wasn't lost on either of you and you could practically see Minho's reaction to it if he'd heard you. Changbin snorts and leads you into the apartment building that many of the gang members called home. The lower levels were filled with mostly foot soldiers but Changbin had the top level penthouse suite all to himself before he met you. He was hardly ever in it though so it had been up to you to decorate it. It was pleasantly homey and lived in now and it was something you were happy to share with him. 

Posted guards in the entryway nod in greeting to Changbin as the two of you pass by towards the elevator. You still look a hot mess if their lingering eyes are any indication. But it was nice to be paraded around like this sometimes, letting everyone know and see that you were his. They could look and they could touch but they'd have to have the balls to try it first. 

Seungmin was around somewhere, too. He usually held night guard duty but as you cast a cursory glance around, you didn't see him. Weird. 

"Where's Seungmin?" You wonder aloud as the two of you step into the elevator. Changbin enters the key to unlock the button to your floor and pushes it. If it were anyone else, you'd be more careful to ask since it was possible you were getting them into trouble by ratting them out, but Seungmin was so dedicated to his job that he'd probably still hold his post even if he had a gunshot wound. 

"He's doing me a favor. There's a deal tonight I needed him to oversee." 

Ah, that made sense. Despite how cute he could be, Seungmin was a different person altogether when he was working. He was smart, intelligent, and knew a lot about a variety of different things. Lately Changbin had been putting him on more and more deals with Felix, trusting his opinion and ability. If something were to go wrong, he clearly trusted Seungmin to take care of it. 

It was a long ride up to the top of the building. You were still leaning heavily against Changbin and if you weren't so committed to your plan you probably would have asked him to carry you. But you had to keep a bit of distance for this to work. Otherwise, it was pointless. 

"Why are you asking?" He asks after a long moment passes. His tone was both accusatory and incredulous. "Planning on getting in his pants, too?" 

"Hmm," You lean further back on his shoulder to meet his eyes and wink. "What if I am?" 

Changbin scoffs. "I'd be impressed if you did. He might as well be gay for as much interest as he has in women." 

"Oh, should I be watching out for you then?" You tease, stepping away from him once the elevator finally opens on your floor. 

"Maybe." He responds lowly, walking slowly behind you. "He's a brat just like you are. Apparently I have a thing for that." 

You laugh a little in shock and wonder just how much he'd had to drink to be making jokes like that. He had not been nearly as entertaining after Jisung told you about a threesome the two had together and you teased him about it for months. 

"Come on, Binnie, tell me! I know you got a look at it." 

He sighed, entirely fed up, and continued to ignore you. 

"I've seen a tiny bit of it one time when he was in the gym! I know Jisung has a tramp stamp! What is it!?"

"I didn't fucking see it, stop asking." 

You'd been asking him for so long that it would have been believable but you weren't imagining the slight flush on his cheeks everytime you posed the question. He'd fucking seen it alright. 

"Well, I'm way more entertaining than Seungmin." 

You open the door to the apartment, letting yourself in and holding it open for Changbin behind you. Another yawn escapes from you and you languidly stretch your arms over your head as you make a beeline for the bedroom. Before you can get very far though, a hand wraps around your arm, spinning you back around. 

Changbin pulls you in close and kisses you hard. It makes your heart race and you have to restrain yourself from holding him in response. You can't stop yourself from kissing him back though, and lick into his mouth teasingly.  His hand on your arm squeezes in warning and he draws back, getting a good look at you for the first time tonight. His gaze is scalding and you practically feel the trail it makes on your skin as he studies your messy clothes, hickey littered skin, and tangled hair. Something in his jaw tightens a little and some evil part of you wonders what you'd have to do to make him frown. 

"Remind me…" He starts, voice raspy with barely concealed irritation. "That the next time I fight Minho I should knock his teeth out." 

"Binnie, that's not very nice." You chide, pouting at him. 

He gestures toward you with narrowed eyes. "Neither is this." 

You glance down at yourself, feigning confusion and then surprise when you see the bruises littering your collarbone. It's a little less shocking that Jisung reacted the way he did when you finally see it yourself. You'd seen it back in the room of course, but the bruises hadn't been as visible as they were now. It looked like you were attacked by a swarm of mosquitos and you fought hard not to laugh at that thought. 

Apparently, you don't do a good job of hiding your amusement. "It's funny to you?" 

You shrug noncommittally with a smile. 

"Why don't you tell me about whatever game it is you're playing?" He asks instead, reaching out to press gingerly at the worst of the hickies right on your collarbone. You flinch at the sting but let him do it. There's something in his expression that seems mildly impressed, but his eyes are still dark as they meet yours when you don't immediately respond. 

You smile sweetly and sling both of your arms around his neck. 

"What game, baby? I was just having some fun." 

Changbin raises an eyebrow. "Anyone with eyes can see that you're doing a little more than having some fun . But fine, just make sure I-"

"Make sure you know." You interrupt with a grin, kissing him softly. "I will, promise." 

In fact, you were planning on making him regret saying that. You wanted him to be intimately aware of everything you were getting up to. Changbin's eyes narrow, clearly sensing something mischievous in your answer. Rather than pressing the issue though, he settles his hands on your waist. He grips your ass and pulls you closer as he leans in to kiss you again. It's hungrier than before, greedy and consuming and you fall into it, letting him turn you and walk with you into the kitchen. He helps you up onto a clear space on the counter and crowds your space as he settles in between your legs. He growls when you meet his kiss with equal ferocity like he's been starving for you all night and starts to force your skirt up on your hips. You remember a little belatedly that you'd thrown your panties at Minho and were currently going commando, something Changbin discovers very quickly given the shaky exhale that he leaves his mouth when his fingers trail high up the curve of your hip and continue to find nothing there. 

He breaks away from the kiss and when he looks down to see it with his own eyes, you brazenly spread your legs further to give him a better view. Although Minho hadn't finished inside of you, you're sure that your earlier activities are obvious. Changbin swallows hard at the sight and the smirk on your face widens when you realize you definitely hadn't been imagining his previous reactions whenever he knew you'd just been fucking someone else before spending time with him. Whether he admitted it or not he definitely thought it was hot. Interesting . You'd have to keep that in mind. 

When Changbin gets tired of staring and takes a harder grip on your thighs to lean you backward, you suddenly stretch with a yawn, one that you don't have to force, to grab his attention. He glances up at you questioningly and rather than letting him fuck you into the kitchen counter the way he clearly wants to, you smile apologetically and shift your balance until you slide down onto your feet again. 

It takes everything within you to fight against the urge to let him have his way with you. But another part of your plan was abstinence. If you were having sex with him just as much as everyone else what would he have to be jealous about? You wanted him to push him, prod him, poke the bear , have him lose his tightly gripped control and have him remind you of who you belonged to. He'd never do it if not provoked but you knew he had it in him. Hell, even you could only resist him for so long without losing your mind. 

"Babe, I'm pretty tired actually. I think I'm just gonna get some sleep." You feel a little guilty when you glance down and see how much he's straining against the fabric of his pants. 

Your boyfriend blinks in shock. His eyes widen and his mouth goes a little slack as if he actually can't believe you're blue-balling him like this. You can't believe it either and half of you wishes he'd call you on your bluff or something and pull you back to him rather than taking a step back and letting you walk away but you know he'd never do that. It takes a few steps for your boyfriend to regain his senses. 

"I'll be out of town with Chan for a few days. Something came up, so I'll be gone in the morning." He casually informs. It feels more like a warning. Here's your last chance to change your mind . 

You turn and smile cruelly, "Oh okay. I'll miss you. Hurry back, alright? I get lonely without you." 

Changbin shakes his head incredulously. 

"I'm sure you'll find someone to keep you company in the meantime." 

It's not a biting comment or even one with a hint of resentment in it. Instead, it sounds a little like a challenge as if he knows that's exactly what you'll do. So, when your smile stretches lopsidedly into a smirk as you say, 

"Maybe I will." 

It's no surprise when he smirks back in response. 

~`

Chapter Text

You can't resist it

A few days pass by as usual. You absolutely loved your job as hostess of the club and were grateful both to Minho and to Chan for letting you have the position. You didn't own it of course, it was Chan's building at the end of the day, but it was yours to run and yours to manage. All fourteen stories, two casinos, club, bar, and a pool were all yours to oversee. When the various members of the gang referred to it, they called it Y/N's club and it made you proud. It had previously belonged to the previous gang you were with on a different side of town than you were familiar with and you'd been allowed to redecorate it as you pleased, hire the bartenders, choose the guards, interview your girls. Chan had the final say in all of it but he'd mostly let you do what you wanted. Over time it had become one of the more popular hang out spots for the top brass of the gang to gather. Chan's inner circle . 

With whatever it was that was going on all of a sudden, though, most of your regulars were nowhere to be seen. You had to assume that they were also helping with the same thing that Changbin left with Chan to take care of. It was hard but you tried not to ask too many questions about the gang's activities. It wasn't your place after all. Your job was to take care of the gang territory that was given to you and keep a close eye on everyone that entered and exited. Sex and alcohol made people chatty though and you made sure to use that to your advantage, gossiping with your girls at every opportunity and chatting up your patrons under the guise of performing your duties as a hostess and reported anything interesting to Changbin who relayed it to Chan. It was incredible to have a place to belong. 

Unfortunately for your plans, Jisung - your next target, hadn't been around much. You'd barely seen him since the other night and you were wondering if he was avoiding you. With how much the two of them talked, you were sure Minho had already told him about your plans. He wouldn't get away from you that easily, though. 

"Free drink for your favorite sunshine?" A voice calls from behind you. You'd been making your rounds around the club, refilling drinks and refreshing champagne bottles, thinking of a plan to catch Jisung the entire time. You're startled but you'd recognize that deep tone anywhere. 

You turn back to the bar with a smile. "Felix! Hey, how are you? Long time no see." 

The man in question grins at you, looking too good with freshly bleached hair and a jean jacket to be true. Besides Jisung, Felix was the only other member of Chan's inner circle that you saw on a regular basis. In Jisung's case, he managed the casinos and even though he had his own office in the main building the gang used along with Chan, he preferred to do his accounting here. Though, with how much time he spent goofing off or procrastinating by shooting the shit with you, you doubted how much work he actually got done here. But Felix could do business anywhere, from what you understood he pushed and dealt drugs and there were much seedier places than your club to sell. Maybe that's why you hadn't seen him in a while. 

Felix pouted. "Boss has been keeping me busy. And Seungmin doesn't know how to do anything but work." 

At the name, you curiously cast a glance around to see if Seungmin followed along. He'd only been to your club twice from what you could remember and both were times where he had to deliver a message urgently and he'd left without much else than a nod in your direction. 

"You don't seriously think he came along with me, right?" Felix laughs. "I had to shake him off just to sneak away and come see you. So… that free drink?" 

You roll your eyes but make him his usual with little complaint. On any other day you would have laughed in his face for asking but if Jisung wasn't going to show, you could start with someone else instead. Felix was cute, silly, and fun and hanging out with him always guaranteed you a good time. He was adamant about not using what he sold but sometimes you'd let him pay for some of your time with something more interesting than money. It was nothing as deep as your relationship with Minho but Felix was so cuddly and affectionate sometimes that you couldn't help meeting him when he leaned towards you playfully and kissing him when he didn't expect it. 

"Your freckles are so cute, how are you so pretty? It doesn't make any sense." You muttered, more to yourself than to him in dazed astonishment. 

Felix chuckled under you and the deep bass reverberated through your chest. You'd climbed on top of him like a koala and were tracing his freckles like you were trying to map the constellations on his cheeks. He kept laughing and swatting your hands away but you were persistent about it so your hands kept coming back. 

"I told you that was way too much! You're high as fuck right now." 

"And what are you gonna do about it?" You challenged, momentarily forgetting your mission in favor of looking at him directly. Your bra strap was slipping down your shoulder and most of what you'd been wearing was strewn about Felix's apartment after you'd complained of being too hot. 

He smiled softly, bumping your nose with his own. " Nothing . Because as I just said, you're high as fuck right now."

You giggled, knowing it was true. 

"You wouldn't do anything even if I wasn't." 

"Be nice while I'm babysitting you. Otherwise, I'll call Changbin and have him pick you up." 

You gasped dramatically. "You wouldn't . Your threats are empty!" 

"Try me." 

Yeah, the two of you were pretty good friends. You set the glass down in front of him and rested your weight against the bar counter. Felix thanked you and tried the drink, smiling brightly at you when he realized that he hadn't even needed to tell you what he wanted. 

"So, how have you been?" He asks conversationally, leaning across the bar a little and surreptitiously moving closer to you as if drawn by gravity. "Changbin treating you well?" 

You giggle at the question and nod. "Of course he is. I don't know who else would put up with me as much as he does." 

"You are kind of annoying…" Felix teases and you reach out to flick him. He just barely dodges it, laughing all the while, and puts his hands up in surrender. 

"Sorry, sorry! What I meant was you're so hot that I don't know how he can manage to look at you all day without combusting into flames."

"Better answer." You laugh, resting against the counter again. 

Felix laughs along with you and sips at his drink. 

"Is he around? I haven't seen him since he sent Seungmin to be my guard dog. I was gonna try begging him to get me someone else. Even Hyunjin would be fine." 

"No," You shake your head and pout. "He's off doing business. He left me all alone." 

"Ah, well that's too bad. For both of us really. You doing anything after you get off work?" 

"Nope." You say, popping the p and smirking at him. 

Felix has the nerve to look a little bashful asking and the most adorable blush you've ever seen spreads under his freckles as he runs a nervous finger around the edge of his glass. 

"Then do you want to come back to mine? We can watch that movie you mentioned wanting to see before." 

You raise a challenging eyebrow at him. "Lix are you hitting on me?"

He laughs adorably, covering his mouth shyly and looking all over the place like he can't bear to meet your eyes and your heart melts a little. 

"Come on, Y/N, give me a break here! If you're gonna be like this all night I'll take back my offer."

You gasp dramatically. "You are ! What else is a girl supposed to think when you invite her back to your place in the middle of the night under the pretense of watching a movie?" 

Felix sighs loudly and starts to slide off the chair. "That's it, I'm going." 

Cackling loudly at your victory, you grab hold of his arm before he can go anywhere and pull him back. He relents, letting you tug him and sits down again this time with a pout and an even brighter blush on his cheeks. 

"Sorry, sorry, I'll stop. You're too fun to tease."

Felix mutters to himself and takes another sip of his drink. 

"Besides, we both know you'd be the one to make a move on me, anyway." 

You shrug. He's not wrong. That's kinda exactly what your plan is. "Anyway, sure, I have nothing else going on after work and I hate being in that huge apartment by myself. I still have to close though so will you be alright waiting a while?" 

"Yeah, that's fine." Felix nods, finishing off his drink. "I've got a few guys I need to talk to while I'm here anyway. I'll swing back around to the bar in a while." 

"Sounds good. See you, cutie." You wiggle your fingers at him playfully as he makes his escape. 

~` 

Felix, true to his word, disappears for a few hours although you see him in different corners of different rooms talking to a variety of people as the night progresses. There was a reason you called him your little sunshine. Clearly you weren't the only one that was affected by it. There was something about him that pulled everyone into his orbit. It was your club and it seemed like Felix knew more people in it than you did. 

When you finally closed, it was a little earlier than usual and you'd dare anyone to call you out on it. Felix didn't drive so you caught a cab back to his place. Coincidentally, he was one of the few members you knew that didn't live in the tower with everyone else. He lived in a modest little place just outside of downtown that was so cute it was hard to believe that it even belonged to a known gang member.

It reflected Felix's personality well and you loved being there and much as you loved spending time with him. You always sought refuge with him when you wanted to get away from the gang and spend a little time pretending to live a normal life. You wouldn't trade what you had now for the world but, in another life, you couldn't help but think that it would have been nice to meet Felix as two broke college kids whose biggest concern was passing midterms and juggling school work with part-time jobs. 

"So…" Felix begins, rounding the corner of the entryway into the kitchen. You're busy toeing out of your heels and sigh in relief when you finally get the damn things off. When you finally enter the kitchen he has a large bag of candy on the counter along with an even bigger bag of popcorn. "Do you still want to watch that movie? I know it's really late now." 

You chew on your lip in thought and drum your fingertips on the counter. The clock on the stove catches your attention and you realize that it's getting close to the time where Changbin usually calls you. You'd have to be quick if you were going to go through with your plan. 

"And if I wanted to make a move on you instead?" 

Felix pauses, staring at you in shock for a second before he shakes his head and puts the candy and popcorn away. 

"I'd say thank you for at least telling me that upfront so I don't have to deal with you pretending you were watching the movie when you were actually watching me the entire time, again ." 

You pout. "I said I was sorry!" 

Felix pouts right back at you. "Yeah and you didn't mean it at all!" 

The two of you laugh and he migrates over to the side of the kitchen you're on. You make grabby hands for him and he lets you hold easily with a huff of amusement. For a moment, you make him wait as you stare adoringly at his pretty face and play with a strand of his bright blonde hair. He groans, impatient, and you giggle before finally leaning in to kiss him. He kisses you back, butterfly light and soft, letting you control the pace of things. You kiss him a second time and then a third before pulling away and dropping your grip to hold his hands. Even though it wasn't the first time you've messed around with him in the time that you've been dating Changbin it would feel wrong to not let him know your intentions this time.

"I have to tell you something first."

"Yeah?" He blinks, glancing down at your joined hands. "What?" 

"Well, I guess it's more a question. I'm kind of on a mission right now to make Changbin jealous…" 

Felix frowns immediately and leans away slightly. Your hands grip his tighter and you rush to finish explaining. 

"No! Not in a bad way. I'm not trying to actually hurt him or anything. Just mess with him a little. He's hot when he's mad." 

The gears turning in Felix's head are practically visible as he takes a moment to think about it. It was understandable and a big reason why he hadn't been your first choice for this. Out of everyone you had on your list, Felix knew Changbin the least. They talked for business purposes and hung out around the same circles but from what you knew they weren't really close . Felix was much closer to Chan though, through some distant relation that didn't make any sense to you. He'd tried to explain it once but you'd been out by the pool at the time and you'd been a little… distracted to say the least. In any event, from outward appearances you were sure it was shocking that Changbin let you fuck around with people the way that you did. It would be harder to believe that he'd be at all okay with actually knowing any of the details. 

"I mean he already knows that we mess around together sometimes, though, right?" Felix asks, confusion evident in his voice.

You nod. "He does." 

"So… why would he be jealous now if he wasn't before? Besides, he's made it pretty clear that you're spoken for." 

You don't understand what he means by the comment at first until he glances pointedly at your chest. Right, the hickies. Now that you thought about it, you could see how it may look like the work of a jealous boyfriend. You'd briefly considered trying to cover them but it seemed like too much effort when you could instead wear the obscene sight proudly on your chest like a banner. You were sure Minho would be proud of you. 

"Oh! No that's… Minho did that. Part of the plan." 

Felix's eyes widen into saucers as he studies the bruises once again with that new information. They'd started to heal most of the way already but even in pale pink hues what they were was obvious. 

"W-what do you want me to do?" 

You smile and swing your joined hands between each other. "Bin is going to call me in a little while. He always does when he's away. I wanted to ask if you'd be okay with me answering my phone?" 

"I-what?" Felix sputters. "Of course, you should answer your phone. I'm not going to tell you not to when it's your boyfriend." 

" Felix ." You press, hoping that he'll get the point eventually. 

It takes a moment of frowning on his part, but thankfully his face does eventually light up in realization. He even has the nerve to blush. 

"Oh. Oh . You want to answer while we're… oh." 

"You don't have to!" You rush, suddenly realizing that he may be uncomfortable with that even for reasons that have nothing at all to do with Changbin. "It was just an idea I had but if you don't want to, then I'll drop it and we'll just do what we normally do. We can even put on the movie if you want." 

He considers it for a moment. "I don't have to talk to him, right?" 

"No, I'll do all the talking." 

As he thinks, he studies your hands in his, rubbing his thumb over your fingers. The ring on it is cold and heavy. 

"... Alright. Fine. I'll do it, if Minho can do that to you and get away with it I should be fine. But just for the record, I think this is crazy."

Excited, you lean in to kiss him again. "I know. But thank you for playing along." 

He nods, clearly embarrassed, and you take pity on him deciding not to say anything else and instead keep hold of his hands as you walk him into the bedroom. When you've walked him close enough to the bed, you playfully push him so that he falls back onto it, yelping a little in surprise. 

"Y/N!"

He laughs as if surprised by his own reaction and you step into the space between his legs. He looks up at you when regains his composure and you reach out with a hand to brush a stray strand of hair behind his ear then lean in to kiss him again, again, and again. You could probably kiss Felix for hours. Oh wait, you have before. Well, you could probably do it several more times but your sights were set on something a little better than kissing. 

As you lick into his mouth, pressing hard against him, he meets you in turn raising his hands to rest on your hips. He groans when your tongue meets his and he groans louder when you crowd further into his space, thigh brushing against his crotch. While you're still thinking about it, you take your phone out of your back pocket, blindly pressing the volume button to make sure you hear it, and then throw it on the bed next to him. Then you get busy trying to slip out of the tight pants you were wearing. They're the kind that are not cute to take off no matter the situation so you'd rather do it without Felix looking. You nearly fall into him in the process and he giggles into your mouth, making sure to hold you up straight. 

Once you finally get them off, you pull away a little to look him in the eyes. "Are you laughing at me, Lix?" 

"Noooo," He grins, smile bright as the flush on his cheeks. "Why would I do that?" 

"I don't know, maybe you want to make me mad." You tease, tapping him on the nose with a fingertip. 

He laughs again, not even trying to hide it this time. "No, that's something you would do because you're a brat and everyone knows it. I am a certified good boy, thank you very much." 

The startled laugh that comes out of your throat is not a noise you think you've ever made before. 

"Who have you been hanging out with!? Oh my god. Certified , holy shit." 

"What? It's true!" 

You laugh harder as what he said sinks in further and bend down to kneel on the carpeted floor so that you can get to work on getting his pants off as well. Felix laughs along with you, lifting his hips to help after you've gotten the button and zipper undone. His pants are far easier than yours to take off and you realized that if you were planning on spontaneously falling into bed with people like this you were going to need to start wearing outfits with easier access. More skirts for sure. 

Once his pants are off you reach out with a hand to stroke his hardening member through the fabric of his boxers. Unlike the black silk material of whatever expensive name brand Minho wore, Felix usually wore regular cotton, and you vaguely wondered how much money he actually kept from his deals. Or, maybe it wasn't the money at all and he preferred to live a simpler life. For as close to Chan as he was, Felix was one of the few in the inner circle that didn't live the same lavish life as everyone else. Maybe you'd ask him about it sometime. Not now, though, now all of your attention was on his expression as your hand slid under the elastic band of his boxers to grip him directly. He groans lowly and his hips rock up into your hand sharply. 

"Ah ah," You chide, and reach up to slide a hand into the hair on his nape. You pull at the strands, just enough to sting. "I thought you were good, Felix? What happened to that?" 

"S-sorry. You know I'm sensitive." He huffs, squeezing his eyes closed at the grip on his hair. 

"That sounds like an excuse to me. Be a good boy and stay still." 

He nods and fists his hands in his duvet. When you run your fingers lightly, teasingly, down the shaft of his hardening cock you're delighted to see that he stays still this time although he does breathe heavily through his nose. You reward him with a closed fist and stop teasing, jerking him off seriously. Your hand drops from his hair to slide his boxers further down until they pool around his ankles and you have full access to him. He's so pretty, perfectly trimmed, and his thighs twitch every time your fist squeezes over the head of his cock. It's not nearly wet enough to actually feel that good, a fact you want to correct immediately. 

"Can I suck you off?" You ask coyly, purposefully tightening your fist. Felix chokes on his response and you smile pleasantly in response, as if you had nothing to do with that. 

"W-why are you even, ugh , a-asking?" 

Instead of answering him immediately, you let go of him in favor of gripping the hem of his shirt. He'd ditched the jean jacket in the kitchen and you had half a mind to steal it and return it to him later, it was a cute jacket. Your thoughts were derailed when the shirt was finally off and over his head, exposing the surprisingly ripped body under it. Felix assured you that he didn't but you really, truly believed that he spent all of his free time in the gym. Probably along with everyone else Chan knew. I mean seriously , you didn't understand why these men were so athletically fit. 

But your mind would end up thinking very dirty thoughts about the thickness of your boyfriend's thighs if you continued down that path and this was about Felix right now. 

"What is that?" You ask, pointing at the flash of black that you'd seen on his hip. It was just a brief glimpse as he reached up a hand to fix his hair but you had seen it for sure. 

"What?" Felix wondered, eyes wide in confusion. 

You point to his hip. "On your side. Do you have a tattoo ?" 

"Oh," He blushes and you kind of want to hit him for being so ridiculously cute. "Yeah. It's… everyone has one. Shows who we're with and all that." 

You blink in shock and step closer to him. 

"Can I see it?" 

He hesitates but obliges, lifting up the corner of his shirt to show off his side all the way to the top of his ribs. Your fingers reach out to trace it and he twitches under your touch. It's an especially intricate tattoo, all black shapes and elegant lines in the pattern of scales and the snake coils up from his hip all the way to just under his armpit. It's a fierce looking creature but not an unfamiliar one. You'd seen it before on other gang members as well. 

"Can I get one of these?" You ask, finally pulling your hand away. From what you'd seen you thought only high ranking members were allowed to have them but Felix, despite his relation to Chan, wasn't one. 

"Um…" Felix nervously ruffled his hair again. "Probably? You'd have to ask Chan, I guess. He's the only one that can approve it, Hyunjin does them though." 

You have to stretch up to meet his mouth but kiss him openly, sloppily, loudly in the relative silence of the room. He meets your lips like he was starving for you and you were making him wait so long that he might have actually been. So, you reluctantly move on from his mouth and kiss down his jaw, the column of his neck, his collar bones, his chest, a nipple - which makes him gasp sharply, and down his stupidly toned abs, until you finally arrive back at the base of him. Your eyes flick back up to his patiently. 

"...I find explicit consent sexy." 

He licks his lips and nearly rolls his eyes but stops himself at the last second. Which was good for him, because if he had you would have had no choice but to edge him the rest of the night. 

"Fuckin'... oh god , please just blow me already!" 

"Well, since you asked so nicely." You smile, open your mouth wide and swallow him down. You're impressed by his restraint when he manages to keep his hips in place on the bed as you slowly work your throat around the length and width of him. You'd worked in the sex industry for enough time that you had a decent grasp on your gag reflex but giving head had never been your strength. Still, judging by the strained grunts and pleasured sighs falling out of Felix's mouth, you guessed you were doing an alright job. 

Although, you didn't have much time to spend on foreplay. You pulled off him with a slick pop and stood, quickly pulling off the rest of your clothes. 

Felix watches you with dazed eyes, looking absolutely enraptured by the sight of you. Once you were standing in front of him fully nude, you rummaged inside his nightstand for lube and condoms. Finding them easily you open a condom packet with your teeth, throw the wrapper onto the bed, and smoothly roll it onto him. 

You push him back onto the bed by his shoulders and he goes down easily. You follow after him, setting one knee and then the other on the bed, effectively straddling him, and then lean down to press your lips to his again - mostly because you couldn't help yourself, before maneuvering to squeeze a bit of lube into your hands. He shudders and moans hotly into your mouth when your hand touches him again and you can't help but giggle a little. He really was sensitive, the poor thing. 

When you set the lube bottle down and adjust yourself to a better position in his lap, he breaks away from the kiss panting. 

"W-wait. Wait. Don't you need…?" 

You smile and kiss him again before taking him in hand and lining the head of his cock up with your entrance. 

"That's sweet. But I'm fine. Does it seem like I need any help here?" 

You bend your knees to sink down a little, letting him slip inside slightly, just enough so that he can feel how wet and ready for him you already are. Perhaps… you weren't doing very well with the abstinence thing with Changbin and perhaps you'd spent the better part of the morning fucking yourself on one your favorite toys in your shared bed. You'd even been a little evil and took a video of it to send to your boyfriend. He hadn't responded but the read receipt said all you needed to hear. 

Felix whines needily as he puts the pieces together for himself and some part of you wonders what kind of fantasies his mind is playing as an explanation for your current state. Whatever it is clearly turns him on because his hips buck up just the slightest bit towards you. You indulge him this time, rolling your hips forward and sinking down further. You bite your lip to hold in the moan threatening to spill from your lips and lean all the way forward until you're practically smothering Felix with your chest. He kisses at your sternum and you roll your hips again starting to find a good rhythm. It's a little hard at this angle with how near the edge of the bed you are. 

Frustrated, you slide off him and he grunts in response. 

"Ugh, w-wha…?" He mutters, clearly confused. 

You jerk your chin up towards the headboard. "Move your butt over there." 

After a moment of confused hesitation, he finally scoots up the bed, propping himself up against the pillows and you follow after him. You crawl over him, kissing up a trail from his tensing abs all the way back up to his mouth and reach down to guide him back into you. You two moan in sync, mixing and mingling the breath between your mouths. It's easier for you to get your footing now so you can balance easier as you bounce in his lap. 

" Fuck , Felix." You whine, grinding down harder. "You feel so fucking good , oh my god. Touch me, touch me…" 

He'd been so good for you, keeping his hips still and you did what you wanted with him up until that point. He liked it better when you took control but you were feeling a little more needy than usual and didn't feel like holding the reins. Now, with permission, his feet slid up on the bed giving him leverage to piston his hips up hard and fast. His hands, once fisting the duvet, slide up to your waist to hold your hips down and in place. You toss your head back and lose yourself in pleasure, moaning openly into the quiet of the room. 

One of Felix's hands slides up the curve of your arched spine until it reaches around a breast and squeezes, drawing a breathy sigh from your mouth. The pace he's fucking you at seems like it would be unsustainable for anyone else but you still weren't convinced that he didn't anything else for fun besides working out. It was certainly showing now. 

You leaned back in his lap, adjusting the position a little and putting out your hands near his knees to keep balance. Felix adjusted as well and then ground his hips into you slowly, hitting the new angle deeply inside of you. You practically choked on the moan that flew from your mouth at the feeling. Immediately, your fingers were flying to your clit, rubbing furiously at the bundle at the nerves. 

"Fuck! F-fuck, just like that. Oh holy shit, don't stop." You babbled, your focus entirely on chasing after the mounting pleasure. 

Felix groaned in response, never that talkative during sex, and hit that same spot again and again. You squealed, tensing and thighs spasming as you got closer to the edge. 

A sudden sound rang out in the room startling the both of you. It took a long moment to swim out of the haze of lust that had engulfed you to realize what the sound was. Your phone. It was ringing. It takes you another few seconds to put two and two together and realize that it was probably Changbin. Right… your plan. You'd nearly forgotten about it entirely. You briefly meet eyes with Felix, who'd tragically slowed his hips, and find him watching you curiously- as if he still can't believe that you'd actually answer the phone right now. 

You smirk at him and turn around, looking for the ringing device. You find it easily and take a look at the contact. Binnie . In a swift movement, you answer the call before you miss it and lean forward again so you're sitting in Felix's lap more comfortably. 

 " There you are, baby. I was starting to think you'd gone to sleep already." 

At the sound of voice, your mind goes a little haywire, short circuiting at the very real reality that is talking to your boyfriend while having someone else's cock inside you. It makes you feel a little short for breath. 

"H-hey Binnie." You greet as best as you can, looking directly at Felix who is still watching you with widening eyes. "Sorry, I was a little busy." 

"Are you still at the club?" He asks and you can hear some shuffling and other noises in the background like he's walking somewhere. 

"No. I… I left a little early." 

It's a task to try to keep your voice even as you lift your hips and continue riding Felix slowly, though you aren't really trying to be subtle. Judging by the long silence on the phone you guess that you hadn't done a good job regardless. 

"What did you say you were doing?" 

You giggle a little, more breath than sound into the phone and roll your hips as you lift yourself up and back down again, feeling the shape of him against your walls. The very clear moan that leaves your mouth is unintentional but it gets the point across. 

"I didn't." You correct, and squeeze at Felix's hip to get him to start moving again. He does after a few seconds of hesitation, still looking up at you with wide eyes like he can't believe this is happening. "I'm just having a little fun." 

"Fun." Changbin echoes, somehow managing to sound impressed and unimpressed at the same time. The sounds on his end of the line have stopped. 

You clench around Felix suddenly as you drop down hard onto him and he makes a strangled grunting sound as if he tried to hold back at the last second. It was definitely loud enough to be heard through the phone. Playfully, you lower a hand onto Felix's mouth. 

"Shh, hun. I'm on the phone." 

"Fun with Felix?" Your boyfriend deduces and you grind down hard again, nearly panting into the phone. 

"Oh good guess, Binnie. How could you tell?" 

"I'd know that deep ass voice anywhere." A part of you wonders if he'll let you hang up now, tell him to call you back when you're done but he doesn't. Just sighs and stays on the line listening to the quickening pace of your thighs smacking into Felix's pelvis over and over. You aren't even trying to hold back anymore and little moans and broken cries of pleasure keep tumbling from your mouth. "You missed me that badly, baby? Had to get the first cock you could find to fill you?" 

You moan loudly at that, breath catching in your throat as you desperately try to reach your peak. Somehow you manage to get your brain and body working well enough to turn the volume down on your phone so that Changbin's words were only for you. When you close your eyes its like he's here with you, just behind your shoulder, whispering into your ear as you get fucked by someone that's not him. It shouldn't be as hot as it is and it shouldn't have you involuntarily clenching, thighs spasming, fingers barely keeping a grip on the phone. This isn't about Changbin though. 

"Ah, fuck! Lix … Felix I'm gonna come." 

To your surprise, your boyfriend actually chuckles under his breath. " It sounds like you're busy, baby. I'll let you go for now. We'll be talking about this when I get back, though ." 

When the phone beeps and the sound of Changbin's voice stops, you're not mentally aware enough to think about it and instead drop it in favor of changing to the position you were in before - once again using your hands to hold your balance. Felix chases after you, holding your hips up at an angle as he also appears to be chasing his release. His cock hits even deeper inside you at this angle and tears prick at your eyes from how absolutely fucking turned on you are as he snaps his hips at a rapid pace. You can practically feel each groan from him vibrate through your bones. With a hand you reach around to once again toy with your clit, desperate to get there. 

When your orgasm finally hits, it's like a string snapping and all the tension is released from your body at the same time. If it weren't for Felix still holding up your hips you would have fallen limply to the bed. The aftershocks surge through you viciously only made more intense because he's still going, still thrusting faster by the second, and you clench around him a few times to help him out. Tiredly, you study his face watching as it adorably scrunches up with pleasure with his release and then goes slack when he finally finishes. 

He collapses on top of you but he's cute so you don't really mind all that much. You lay there, panting and basking in the afterglow for a while until Felix finally rolls off you with a grunt, sliding off the bed and stumbling into the bathroom. You watch him with heavily lidded eyes when he comes back a few minutes later, sans the used condom, with a damp towel in hand. He laughs at how you're still lying sprawled upside down on his bed and helps you rearrange your limbs so that your head is comfortably on a pillow and graciously cleans you up. 

It's a while later when the cloud of lust finally dissipates. The both of you are cleaned up and cuddling under the duvet now. Felix had insisted on putting on a clean pair of boxers and when you fought him, engaging in a tickling fight that you predictably lost, he'd thrown a pair of boxers and a t-shirt at you as well. Apparently, he didn't trust you to keep your hands to yourself if even one of you was nude. Fair enough.  

"Was he pissed?" Felix asks, as he clicks through pages on the tv with the remote trying to find the movie that you wanted to watch. 

You were feeling warm and fuzzy and getting sleepier by the second. "Hmm?" 

"Changbin."

"Oh…" Blinking, you think back to the conversation you'd had with your boyfriend. "Yeah." 

"You sound way too relaxed about that." 

"I mean…" You yawn and snuggle closer against him. "He was annoyed at best but even that's probably only because I've been cockblocking him too." 

Felix scoffs incredulously. "You're crazy. Actually insane." 

"I know. That's why he loves me." 

Felix scoffs again but holds you closer when he finally turns the movie on. You're beat though and only make it through the first five minutes until you drift off into peaceful slumber. 

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Chapter Text

Too much attention, oh, it's focused on me

It's a while until anything else interesting happens again. Not to say that your day to day life was monotonous, but the recent challenge you'd taken on was adding… extra spice. Your boyfriend is out of town now, limiting your options for your various plans and despite appearances you actually do stay pretty busy during the day. The club didn't exactly run itself . 

Changbin still called you the next night after the fiasco with Felix although there's an edge to his voice that wasn't there before and the silences in the pauses in conversation seem more charged than normal. He doesn't really seem angry about it from what you can tell, a little annoyed with your antics and clearly horny but definitely not angry . He let you know that he and Chan were coming back tonight and you were almost immediately putting together a plan. 

Luckily, someone owed you a favor and you cashed it in to have the night off. It felt weird to not be in the club but you were already a workaholic as is, one night off wouldn't kill you and you had someone you trusted fully looking over the place. 

Jisung, that asshole, was still making a point to avoid you so you were thinking of paying him a visit. Unfortunately for him you knew exactly where he lived, in the same building as you in room 4419. The only problem was actually getting him to answer the door. It was a problem you already had an answer to as well in the form of one very adorable Jeongin. Which was why rather than heading to the 4th floor once you'd gotten yourself ready, revisiting the smoky eye makeup and red lip combo along with a ease of access skirt and lacy undergarments, you headed down to the first floor instead. 

It was your job to know as much as possible about as many people as possible and one thing that you knew about Jeongin is that he was always in the snack area in the lobby at night. Whether alone, playing some game on his phone, or with a few of the other rookies shooting the shit, he was nothing but consistent and you smiled victoriously when you rounded the corner and saw him there with a few of the other younger members playing some heated game of rock paper scissors or something. You stand in the entryway, watching them for a moment, waiting patiently for someone to notice you. You outrank them all in a weird way, even though they were the ones combat trained, and issued guns and other weapons. You'd been an official member longer. 

"So you understand the responsibilities you'll have as the host of this building now, yes?" Chan asked, even though you'd already gone over all of it three times. It had been daunting at first, to go from sex work to actual serious responsibility, but after meeting with him a few times on the subject you were beginning to grow used to the idea. Minho thought you could do it and his belief in you meant everything. You'd be sad to lose some of your customers, even though you were mostly thinking about Jisung who could barely even be considered a customer anymore, but it was a chance to branch out and make something of yourself. You were grateful for it, too grateful to let it pass you by. 

"Yes, I understand." 

Chan studied you for a moment and his eyes flicked above your shoulder to the marble statue standing behind you, posted at the door. Changbin. Of course, he was an actual man, a very good looking man that might as well have been cut from stone, but from what you'd seen he seemed to serve as Chan's bodyguard. You'd had passive conversations with him outside this office and usually in the company of others. He'd been in here talking with Chan when you arrived and instead of waiting outside like he usually did, this time he remained in the room watching the two of you silently. You could feel his eyes on you though. 

Not for the first time. 

He didn't shy away either. Each time you felt someone watching you lately, you'd look up to meet his stare. You'd smile and he'd smirk and then it would happen again. 

For whatever reason, Chan seemed unsettled by Changbin's presence in the room judging by how often they kept exchanging glances. 

"Then you also understand that there is no more Minho in the equation if you accept? You don't answer to him. You'll be made an official member. One of mine, so you'll answer to me ."

Another pointed look in Changbin's direction. Interesting. 

You nod. "I understand." 

"Everyone will know that I put you on this job specifically so if anyone gives you any trouble let Changbin know." 

You take the opportunity to swivel in your chair and glance at the mentioned party. Predictably he's already looking at you with an amused expression on his face. You turn around. 

"And what if Changbin gives me trouble?"

Chan blinks at you as if that was the last thing he expected to come out of your mouth. Then he laughs and his professional, business, demeanor drops as he relaxes into his chair. 

"Then you can come to me." 

"And what will you do?" You press, hoping that you're reading the room right. 

Chan grins. "I'll spank him for you." 

"I guess he'd better be on his best behavior then, right?" You muse, turning around once again to glance at him. He shakes his head, snorting quietly as if the whole thing is ridiculous. 

"He'd better." Chan agrees. 

It takes a while longer for Chan to go over some of the processes and expectations with you as well as laying out some of the important people within the gang and outside of it to pay attention to. It's late in the evening when he finally lets you go.

When you pass by Changbin on the way out, he falls into step behind you and closes the door to Chan's office. You raise an eyebrow and look at him curiously. 

"Congratulations." He says, holding out a hand. 

After a second of hesitation you take it and you feel proud that when he grasps your forearm rather than your hand and pulls you closer to him you barely flinch. 

"You're officially one of us now." 

"What do you say we get drinks to celebrate?" 

It takes a while because the boys are so focused on their game but eventually one of them glances up and sees you. You wave, wiggling your fingers at him with a smile and a flush creeps up his neck immediately. When he stares at you with wide eyes you take some pity on him and mouth Jeongin's name. The slap on Jeongin's leg is audible even from a distance and he squawks in surprise, nearly hitting the boy back before several of the others gesture intensely in your direction. He turns around then and his jaw drops open when he sees you. He fumbles out of his chair, nearly tripping himself and eating shit in the process which makes the others around him snicker. 

"Hey Jeongin." 

He stands in front of you looking a little awe struck like he's still a little unsure if you were really calling him . 

"Y-Y-Y/N! Hi! What are you, um… what are you doing here? I mean- you live here! But, you know… here ?" 

His stuttering is so freaking adorable you have half a mind to ditch your plans with Jisung and spend the night with him instead. But that wouldn't work as well and you had a very specific plan for Jeongin that you'd have to try later. Still, you grin and reach out a hand, fixing a lock of hair that had fallen out of place from his close brush with the floor. 

"I was looking for you, actually." His eyes widen further and you have to bite your lip to keep from laughing. "I was hoping you could do me a favor." 

"Sure! Of course, anything." He agrees swiftly, even going so far as to lower his voice a little so that all of his friends behind him that are definitely listening in can't hear him as well. 

You reach for his arm, pulling him a few steps away from them. 

"Do you know if Jisung is in his room?" 

Jeongin frowns and thinks for a minute. "Um… yeah. I think so! I definitely saw him come in earlier."

"Great." You smile. "Do you think you could help me, then? I need to talk to him but he's been avoiding me." 

The notion of it seems completely unacceptable to Jeongin, who scowls and glances toward the elevators like he's thinking of going to confront Jisung about the issue with or without you. 

"What do you want me to do?" 

You start walking with him in the direction of the elevators and as you slide your hand into the crook of his elbow, you look up and see Seungmin a distance away watching the two of you. He nods in acknowledgement when you meet eyes and you wonder how you didn't see him when you'd initially come down. He must have seen you, though. He was going to be a challenge for sure. Both him and Changbin were fairly similar, both had somewhat rigid exteriors and icy countenances that made most people give them a wide berth but their icy shells could be melted with the right kind of approach. You'd figured out how to melt Changbin but Seungmin was still a mystery. Sometimes, you got the distinct feeling that he hated you or something. 

"This is Seungmin." Minho said, gesturing towards the young looking man standing straight as a drill sergeant next to him. You'd seen him a few times in passing already but with your transition from the old gang that you were in to this one you'd seen far too many new faces to keep up with them all. But you remembered his face. He held himself differently from every else like he took a special sense of pride in his position. He seemed like the kind of person you didn't want to be on the bad side of. 

At the introduction, Seungmin nodded his head, nearly bowing, at the four of you. This tour was both to get you to know the layout of the place as well as know the proper security measures and people to turn to if you needed help. It was a luxury you didn't have the pleasure of before and you'd had to rely solely on your fellow coworkers for all the help you needed. This guy, Seungmin, was apparently the security guard and bouncer for the place. He looked unassuming enough and you were sure that people underestimated him all the time. But you could tell, even just by his wide stance and straightened posture, that he would let someone have only one warning before he lost patience. 

Minho continued introducing all of you, making sure that Seungmin knew who each of you were specifically. When it was your turn, Minho reached over to fix the strap of your top from where it had been falling off your shoulder. It was strangely intimate, the feeling of his fingers ghosting along your shoulder and down to your exposed collarbone. Something about it seemed more than casual. It wasn't the first time that Minho's touch had lingered on you either, although you'd had lingering touches before - the kind that made you cringe and had bile rushing up to your throat, this touch seemed unconscious and unmotivated. You doubted Minho even realized he kept doing it over the past few weeks that you'd been getting to know him. Seungmin's eyes followed the movement like a hawk.

"It's nice to meet you." You say, meaning it genuinely. It would be nice to have someone else to depend on here besides Minho. 

Seungmin was quiet for a moment, still staring at where Minho's hands had been seconds before and his expression had changed into something that looked a little like contempt. 

"You seem like trouble. I'll be keeping a close eye on you." He said, finally, meeting your eyes again. 

You laugh a little in shock and Minho clicks his tongue with an eye roll, herding the four of you away from him. 

"Don't be rude to my new girls, Seungmin."

As the group walks away, you glance over your shoulder to glance at Seungmin again who's still staring you down. 

"Don't mind him. I'd say he's not always like that but… well, it would be a lie. He's dependable though. Trustworthy and reliable." 

Seungmin drops his gaze first although rather than feeling like you'd won whatever staring contest you just entered, you feel more like he'd just gotten bored of looking at you.

Pulling your gaze away from Seungmin, you let your focus drift back to Jeongin. He presses the button for the elevator without even looking away from you once. 

"I'm going to meet him at his room. I just think he won't answer since he's avoiding me. If he sees you then he'll probably open the door, right? So I just need you to knock for me."  

The elevator comes quickly and the two of you step inside.

"I can do that," Jeongin nods. 

You grin and turn to face him fully. "Good. Then after you do this for me I guess I'll owe you?" 

"W-what?" Predictably his mouth falls open and he stammers quietly for a second before getting a sentence together. "No, you don't need to owe me. It's… it's nothing really." 

You pout and step a little closer to him, crowding his space. 

"No? But you'd really be helping me out and I always repay a favor." 

The flush that creeps up his neck is visible even in the low light of the elevator and you reach out to stroke his jaw. 

"Y-y-you don't… have to… uh-" He swallows nervously, adam's apple bobbing in his throat. 

The elevator dings and the doors slide open so you retract, internally celebrating that you'd timed that so well. 

"Oh well, I guess I'll have to pay you back later. Don't let me forget, okay?" 

Jeongin stands rigidly still, blinking slowly like he's in some sort of haze even when you step out of the elevator. 

"Innie?" You call, curiously. 

He snaps out of it and shakes his head a few times, clearing the fog and finally steps out behind you. He doesn't stop next to you and instead passes by, on a direct route to Jisung's room as if he can't get there fast enough. You have to stifle a giggle at that and follow along behind him. When you finally get to the room a few moments later, Jeongin knocks immediately and you stand off to the side out of the way of the peephole. There's no immediate response. 

After waiting a while, you cross your arms and gesture towards the door again when Jeongin glances at you. He knocks a second time, louder and more succinct. If Jisung had somehow managed to slip by and escape tonight you were going to actually kill him the next time you saw him. Jump him, tie him up, and leave him in a room by himself or something equally maniacal. When another long stretch of nothing happening passes, Jeongin knocks one last time, actually calling out this time. 

" Jisung !" 

When that doesn't get you an answer either, Jeongin turns to you looking defeated.

"I'm pretty sure he's in there… I can go back down and ask the guys if they saw him or if anyone knows where a spare key might-" 

The door opens suddenly, startling the both of you. Even more surprising is that the person peeking their head out through the crack in the door isn't even Jisung . It's Minho who looks downright irritated when he sees Jeongin but his face softens a little when he notices you. 

"What the fuck do you want?" He asks, directing the question at Jeongin. 

Your lip quirks up into a smirk when you take in the sight of him. Disheveled hair, robe tied haphazardly around his waist and already falling off his shoulder. Opposite to your reaction, at the sight of Minho, Jeongin balks, looking with wide eyes between the two of you like he'd just been roped into some sort of crime. 

"Uh!" He rushes, fumbling over his words in his hurry to get them out. "Y-Y/N… did Changbin tell you that he was coming back with Chan tonight?" 

That was random. "Yeah, why?" 

"Well," He shoots a glance at Minho and then looks back at you imploringly. "If you were going to- uh… if you and Minho wanted to… well, if you…" 

"If we wanted to fuck ?" Minho finishes for him looking both exasperated and amused. 

Jeongin flushes bright red and glances between the two of you again. "W-well, yeah… Changbin…" 

It dawns on you then, why Jeongin is freaking out so much. It had been a long time since the incident between Changbin and Minho and while the three of you had long since moved past it, it was something that had happened in front of a lot of people. You hadn't realized that there were still some people out there that thought the two had some beef between them. Besides the other night at the club where you'd made your activities with Minho obvious, the two of you hadn't really been seen in public together like that with Changbin around. You felt a little bad for putting Jeongin in the position he was in now but it's not like you'd expected Minho to be in Jisung's room. 

"Where is your loyalty?" Minho laughs incredulously. "Changbin is your boss . Shouldn't you be running to tell on us rather than protecting his girl?" 

Jeongin frowns. "But if she and Changbin are together then I should be looking out for her too. I just don't want there to be a fight."

True to his word, even before you were with Changbin, Jeongin had been looking out for you since the very beginning. He was the very first member that you'd met way back when after your previous bosses had been overrun. 

The shots were still ringing in your ears hours after they'd stopped. You had no idea what was going on. It wasn't the first time that there had been gunshots inside the club, it was run by gangsters after all but it was the first time that it had been something this big. There were so many shots, too many. And it had gotten far too still in the aftermath. You and one of your friends had hidden under one of the rickety old beds in the back. The air was heavy with the scent of blood and gun powder. 

When the door finally opened, it was with so much force that you weren't sure if it was even on its hinges anymore. You had to put your hand over your mouth to keep from shouting out in terror. There were two sets of black boots that entered the room and you could hear the very distinct sound of a gun clicking as it pushed another bullet into the chamber. You didn't think you'd ever been so terrified in your life. 

"I know there are two of you in here. Your friends told us already." One of the voices spoke. 

You and your friend shared a horrified glance. 

The second voice spoke up after a pause. "We're not here to kill any of the workers. Our business is with your bosses only. I really don't want to hurt you, even on accident, so please don't get any big ideas. Just come out with your hands up."

"If we can't see you, we can't clear this room to make sure one of those assholes isn't back here hiding with you." 

One of them was walking around now, slowly taking small steps around the room and you could hear them opening and closing the wardrobes and checking behind other doors. Under the bed wasn't a brilliant hiding place, it'd only be a matter of time before they checked there as well. The problem was that it was hard to tell if being found or coming out willingly would be a smarter idea. You knew from personal experience that these types had little patience and hot tempers. 

The shoes near the door still hadn't moved. It wasn't clear if he was keeping watch or what but his lack of movement was making you nervous. Their stance shifted and then they were squatting. You couldn't tell if he was low enough to actually see the two of you but your heart leapt nervously into your chest. He paused for a moment and then you could clearly see him put the safety back on the gun and tuck it in the back of his pants. 

"Come on out." 

He reaches out a hand directly towards the bed and it becomes startlingly apparent that you've been seen. Your friend hesitates but you aren't one to press your luck too far. If they want to play nice then you'll play nice with them before the opportunity to passes. 

You nudge your friend and start to shuffle out from under the bed, against your better judgment you take the offered hand and stand up. The other man in the room is waiting a few steps away, gun still in hand but thankfully not pointed toward either of you. He approaches your friend while the man holding your hand looks you over quickly. 

"Are you hurt anywhere?" 

You shake your head and avoid eye contact. He pauses and you see him glance around again out of the corner of your eyes. He was probably studying the bullet holes in the walls. You'd been lucky to think to get down when you did. You already knew that there were a few girls who weren't so lucky. 

"They both seem fine." The other man nods and the two share a look. "Let's get them to Minho." 

The one still holding onto your hand nods in return. "Yeah. One second. You go on first."

The man huffs and guides your friend past the two and out of the room. You'd be lying if you said you felt good about being left in the room alone with him. But he was unarmed at the moment and didn't appear to be that strong. Plus you knew this place like the back of your hand. You could get away from him if you needed to. 

"Are you sure you're okay? You're shaking." He asks, and you bite your lip. He's staring at you so intensely that you have no choice but to actually look at him. The sight is shocking and you can't help but scoff out loud. 

"You're like seventeen. Aren't you a little young to be a gangster?" 

Immediately you regret the words and wish more than anything that you could pull them back into your mouth. The last thing you needed to do in this situation was bruise the ego of an already dangerous teenager with a gun. To your surprise, rather than punching you in the face, he snorts in amusement and squeezes your hand. 

When you build up the courage to look at him again he's grinning and you see that he even has braces , good god. It's a frightful juxtaposition against the smudge of drying blood on his cheek. 

"Kinda. But I guess you don't have any reason to be afraid of me then, right?" 

You shrug, unsure of how to answer now that you were so knocked off guard. He continues talking though, not letting your silence bother him. 

"I'm Jeongin, by the way. Don't worry. I promise none of you will be hurt. We just have to take you into our custody to make sure the friends of the people who used to run this place don't try to take you back."

The vagueness of that statement makes you tense all over again. "Will we be able to leave?" 

Jeongin hesitates. "Yes, but not until it's safe. We have to check with Minho first. He'll let you know for sure. Um… and don't worry. He's also not scary! I mean he's not- he's not the nicest but he's not mean! I'll be there too so you can count on me." 

And it was so earnest, so awkward and fumbling that if it's a ruse you have no choice but to fall for it. 

"Okay." 

"Stop bullying him, Minho." You frown and pull Jeongin aside. "I know. It'll be okay, but thanks for looking out for me. If you see Changbin and he asks where I am or who I'm with you can tell him. It's not a secret. Don't get yourself in trouble for no reason." 

Jeongin still seemed troubled but nodded curtly. "Okay." 

"Thanks again." You smile and reach around to pat him on the butt playfully. "I'll take it from here you can go back downstairs." 

Somehow the blush on his face grows even hotter and he mutters something entirely incomprehensible before skittering away. You wait until he disappears around the corner to focus your attention on Minho again. Like you, he'd also been watching Jeongin leave.

"Whipped." He snickers, shaking his head. "Absolutely whipped." 

You roll your eyes. "Whatever, you're just mad because he's cuter than you. What the hell are you doing here anyways? Is Jisung in there?" 

Minho leans against the door frame, clearly more comfortable now that it's just the two of you in the hallway. He looks a little like the picture of sex appeal with his damp, messy hair and red lips and you fight to not get distracted by it. He's quiet for a moment, studying you as if he's trying to make some sort of decision and you stare back at him impatiently. 

"You seem like you're looking for trouble tonight." He notes passively. 

 You shrug. "Either I look for it or it finds me." 

He scoffs and finally looks away. "Yeah, Jisung is here." 

"Can I come in, then? Or are you going to have me stand in the hallway the whole night?" 

Minho hesitates for only a second before he sighs and opens the door wider. He doesn't move out of the way though, forcing you to squeeze past him. As soon as you're inside he closes and locks the door behind you. You pause at the entryway, taking in the sight of the apartment. Minho slips by you, walking into the kitchen. It smells like food in here and you see a few candles lit around the place like the two had been having dinner. Given the lack of the plates, you'd assume that had been a while ago. 

"Babe?" Jisung calls from the other side of the apartment. "Who was at the door?"  

You have only a second to widen your eyes at the endearment before the man himself appears from an open door off to the side of the living room, holding a sheet around his nude body. His hair looks like a rats nest, his cheeks are flushed bright, and you can see the beginnings of several hickies on his shoulders. His gaze, initially on Minho in the kitchen who had started to pour himself a glass of wine, swiftly moves over to you in the entryway and you can see the very moment he puts the pieces together in his wide eyes. 

"O-oh! Y/N… I didn't…" He self-consciously pulls the sheet closer around him quickly as if you hadn't already seen most of his body already. "I didn't know you were coming over." 

You look between them slowly. 

Minho seems to be completely at peace, enjoying the glass of wine he'd poured and not looking at either of you. Jisung is flushing brighter and brighter with each second that passes and he keeps shooting panicked glances at Minho. 

"Are you two…" You start, unsure of how exactly to phrase it. 

There's a loud sigh from the kitchen. "Cut the shit, Y/N. You've known for a while and if you haven't then I'm telling Chan he should get someone else to do your job because you suck at it." 

Jisung shuffles forward in shock and nearly trips over the fabric of the sheet. "Hey! What the fu-" 

"Okay," You concede, laughing a little at Jisung's reaction. "Fine. You got me. Just to be clear, I wasn't sure but I had my suspicions. Not like either of you, my close friends, even bothered to tell me that this was a thing." 

Unfortunately, Jisung still seems to be struggling to keep up with the conversation. He watches with an open mouth as you join Minho in his kitchen and steal his glass of wine. It's not like he'd offered to pour you one and you were the guest here. 

"You knew !?" He cries, still not over that fact apparently. 

Minho sighs again. "How could she not? You're not exactly subtle, Ji." 

"I hope that's not why you've been avoiding me." You pout. 

Jisung blinks again, shaking his head and blowing out a breath like he still can't quite understand what just happened. He shuffles over to the kitchen with the two of you standing on the other side of the counter and when he's close enough, Minho offers the glass of wine that you'd been sharing. Jisung takes it and empties it before speaking. 

"No, I'm not avoiding you because of that. I'm avoiding you because Minho told me what you were doing with Changbin and unlike the two of you , I'm not crazy . Changbin is literally terrifying when he's pissed." 

You frown in confusion. "I mean… you don't have to help me. You could just say no and I'll leave it alone." 

Jisung sighs in frustration, tossing his head back and making an awful sound in his throat. " No , I can't. Because you're-" 

He stops mid sentence and you see that he's looking at Minho now. The older takes the empty glass back and refills it. He rolls his eyes and grins at you over the rim before taking a sip. "Because he can't say no to you." 

You giggle a little in surprise but it doesn't really make you feel any better. Glancing between them, you suddenly realize that maybe you'd intruded more than you thought. It had been obvious enough with the way Minho looked when he opened the door but the dinner and candles… maybe their relationship wasn't as casual as you expected. Sighing, you reach out to pull up the robe slipping off Minho's shoulders and put some space in between the three of you. 

"Um… sorry this is a little awkward." You apologize. "I didn't know that you two were…?" 

"Figuring it out." 

"Literally in the middle of sex." 

Jisung shoots Minho a scandalized look. He shrugs, nearly spilling the wine in the process. 

"Sure. Well, I didn't know that you were busy tonight first of all but I also didn't know that you were seeing each other and that kind of thing. So… sorry for the other night, Jisung." 

He frowns in confusion at your apology and smiles. "No need. I was just shocked because of Changbin, honestly. Otherwise, it was pretty hot actually. The two of you were a mess ." 

"Right, well… I guess I just don't want to overstep whatever it is that the two of you have going on here." You babble, not sure how to find the right words to express what you were feeling. The entire intention you had for coming here tonight was to have sex with Jisung. You hadn't anticipated the third party and you definitely hadn't expected the fucking dinner and candles. Sure you could be an asshole sometimes but these were your friends and if they wanted to have a quiet night to themselves, they deserved it. But they also hadn't told you to get lost yet. 

The matching stares you get in response is not helpful. You sigh in frustration. 

"I'm trying to say that if you two want to be alone and want me to leave, please say so. I won't be offended, I promise." 

Minho puts the glass down and shares a look with Jisung then his sharp eyes are back on you. "If I was just going to ask you to get out, why would I even bother letting you in to begin with?"

The total lack of a clear answer makes your jaw drop a little in disbelief. 

"He can't really say no to you either," Jisung adds with a snort. "What a hypocrite." 

Now you're scowling. "Yeah, that's not exactly an answer. It's not a sexy form of consent either." 

Minho picks up the glass again, downing it quickly while Jisung rounds the counter. He stops in front of you, still feebly clutching the sheet to his body and grins. 

"Stay? Please."  

It's just the sort of smile that made you bend to his will back when you'd been working with Minho. 

"I can't just let you do that." You argued, frowning wildly in confusion. 

Jisung pouted. "Why not!? I'm still paying so what difference does it make?" 

Honestly, you weren't really sure. Something about it just didn't feel right. How exactly were you supposed to feel when one of your highest paying customers offered to pay you only for your time. And not just some of your time but to play a phone game with him. He'd been trying to convince you to play it with him for weeks and apparently he'd hit his last resort. Truthfully, if it were anyone else you wouldn't have really thought twice about it. But you enjoyed hanging out with Jisung, you liked spending time with him outside of sex. He was fun and silly and as hot as he was cute. 

You couldn't even remember the last time you'd only fucked him in a session, lately you'd been talking for hours before and after and the time you spent naked and sweating with each other was dwarfed by the time you spent laughing and telling stories. 

It just didn't feel right to make him keep paying like this. 

"Are you sure you're not getting in trouble for this? Aren't you using group funds?" You ask again, even though he'd assured you he wasn't several times. He'd explained that although he handled all the big money for the gang, he also made decent money gambling and had a lot of pocket cash and even more free time. It sounded as ridiculous as it did the first time as him explaining it to you yet again now. 

"Please? Come on." He prodded, nudging you repeatedly with his knee like a toddler. 

You sighed. "I seriously can't accept money for this, Jisung. I'll talk to Minho or something." 

Jisung's eyes lit up and he was already smiling although you'd agreed to nothing. "What, really? Is that the only problem? Listen, don't worry about it. I'll pull some money from somewhere else and make sure it ends up in his pocket. Nothing too shady, don't worry. But you'll play it with me?" 

Rolling your eyes you took your phone out of your pocket. 

"What is it called again?" 

When he leans in towards you, you glare at him but angle your head to meet his kiss. His lips are soft against yours, slightly swollen, and he wraps his arms around your waist. He's still holding on tightly to the sheet so the two of you end up wrapped up in it. Jisung pulls away from the kiss and leans in close to whisper in your ear. 

"Min's been trying to convince me all week to go through with it. Whatever your plan is. And between you and me, if he'd said that it included a threesome I would have agreed a long time ago." 

He laughs breathily against the shell of your ear and you smile and hold him closer. As if reading Jisung's mind, Minho speaks up from behind the two of you. 

"So, Y/N. What was the plan this time? I know you had one." 

You shrug and reach out with your free hand for Minho to take it. He does, but doesn't move any closer when you tug him, clearly waiting for an answer first. Honestly, you didn't have that much of a plan. You knew that Changbin would be looking for you as soon as he got back and you were tired of Jisung avoiding you. 

"Nothing much. Bin will be looking for me when he gets back and I wanted to make sure he knew where to find me." 

Jisung swings his limbs around like a whining toddler, shaking you in the process. " What? And you want him to find you here ?" 

Unphased, Minho lifts an eyebrow. He finally takes a few steps closer to you and ducks down to get his kiss as well. Briefly he glances at Jisung and there's a renewed hunger in his eyes. It looks like it takes some effort for him to pull his gaze away. 

"You get anyone else on your list yet?" 

You grin wickedly. "Felix. Changbin called while we were busy. What was I supposed to do, ignore him?" 

Jisung's gasp is as dramatic as it is loud. "You're joking ." 

"You know she's not." Minho scoffs, rolling his eyes. He's smiling though, like the whole thing is hilarious to him and maybe it is. He raises a hand to your chin, raising your head to him and kisses you open mouthed and filthily. When you push against him, he pushes back even harder, until you start feeling dizzy and lightheaded. It sends shivers down your spine and you let out a pleasured sigh. When you part, Minho turns to Jisung and you follow his gaze. Your audience had been watching the two of you with rapt attention, wide eyes, and was practically drooling. Without missing a beat Minho leans over, nearly suffocating you with his shoulder, and grabs a fistful of hair at Jisung's nape before kissing him equally as hotly. Even though you could breathe freely now, it was still hard to catch your breath watching the two of them. You'd have your suspicions about them for a while now but you'd never really thought about what that reality would look like. And the reality was that it was hot, like… really hot. 

Jisung whined lowly in the back of his throat and it completely changed the atmosphere in the apartment. Minho pulled away with a strangled groan and suddenly his hand was on your shoulder, pushing you against Jisung's torso and making the both of you stumble backward. His eyes were pitch black, completely clouded with lust, and the expression on his face left no room for questions. 

"If you two don't get into the bedroom, now , I'm fucking you both right here on the motherfucking counter." He hisses and the tone sends your heart swooping down into your stomach. 

"Don't threaten me with a good time." You challenge in response and the way that Minho's eyebrow lifts as his tongue presses against his cheek in irritation makes you think that he isn't bluffing. 

Jisung groans and grabs your shoulders, spinning you around and herding you into the bedroom. "Yeah, no . These are my kitchen counters." 

"So what?" You laugh. Although you hadn't been opposed to the idea, the bedroom logistically seems like the better idea so you let him lead you. You don't have to look behind you to know that Minho is following closely.

"I don't feel like cleaning them first of all, and second of all getting fucked into counters is hot and everything but it hurts like a bitch." 

The two of you enter the bedroom, which still smells of sex even with the few candles that are burning. There's music playing softly in here, something that definitely sounds like it'd be on a baby making playlist. The bed is a wreck, sheets, blankets, and pillows are strewn all over the place and you can see both clothes and underwear mixed in here and there. The squeeze bottle of lube is uncapped on the bed next to a small crushed box of condoms and you can see one of the discarded wrappers a few feet away. Maybe Minho hadn't been exaggerating when he said that they'd been right in the middle of sex, he'd certainly taken long enough to answer the door. Jisung hesitates at the foot of the bed with the sheet, like he'd just realized he'd need to let go of it but he was definitely completely nude under it. 

"Well, maybe you're just a bitch." You tease, and shove him onto the bed. He falls with an undignified squawk and you snatch the sheet away from him, getting your revenge at the earliest opportunity. 

When the sheet is out of the way and tossed onto the floor somewhere you raise a leg to climb towards Jisung but pause at the ghost of a hand on your shoulder. You'd been so focused that you hadn't taken into account that Minho was behind you. His hair tickles your neck as he leaned in, pressing searing kisses to your pulse. He's close then, practically gluing himself to your back and you can feel the body heat emanating from him like a furnace. He tilts his head up, lips tickling the shell of your ear as he whispers, 

"Let's give him a show."  

You grin immediately, and rather than pay attention to the man sneaking a hand under the sleeve of your top, you lock eyes with Jisung. He'd been watching you already of course and had made himself comfortable at the edge of the bed. The shyness had disappeared and your smile grew as you watched him hesitate for only a second before his hand gravitated towards his dick. He was already half-hard, probably from his earlier activities with Minho and as he watched the two of you, he slowly worked his hand up and down his length. His eyes were flickering around as if he wasn't sure where to focus but when Minho knocked the sleeve off your shoulder his gaze zeroed in on the spot. 

"S-shit." Jisung gasped. 

Of course, you'd gotten a little smarter with your outfit ideas and had forgone a bra tonight in favor of a tight long sleeve top and a skirt with a zipper. Minho's hand followed the curve of your arm, dragging the fabric of the top along with it until it fell freely off your hand. When the curve of your breast was revealed, he squeezed it tightly, making you inhale a sharp breath. He pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder and then repeated the process on your other arm. Minho nibbled at the spot just under your ear sending a shudder through your entire body just as he toyed with your other breast, pinching at the nipple. 

" Ah… " You moan, breath shaking in your lungs. 

Suddenly, your center of gravity is knocked forward and it's all you can do to find purchase on the bed before you headbutt Jisung on accident. He gasps in surprise and the fact that you're now only a few inches apart. You hadn't fallen over all the way and your hips were now pushed out obscenely in Minho's direction. He slaps your ass playfully once before finding the zipper on your skirt. Jisung, seizes his own opportunity and tips his head up to capture your lips. You whine a little into his mouth when Minho pulls both your thong and skirt down in one swift motion. Clearly, he wasn't in a mood to appreciate nice lingerie tonight. The whine turns into a full blown moan when you feel the full surface of Minho's hand sneak between your legs and rub a trail directly over your center before he slaps your ass again. Your thighs shake with desire and you have to reorganize your balance so you don't fall directly into Jisung's lap. 

You step out of your heels when Minho's hands leave you and press a final kiss against Jisung's mouth before pulling away. 

Minho is untying his robe when you look at him, a few feet away, standing on the side of the bed and frowning a little as if he was thinking about something. He's so distracted that he doesn't see the glare you throw at him. 

"Y/N." He calls, lifting his head and throwing the robe to the floor. "Lay here." 

You glance at Jisung, a little hesitant to leave him when he looks so nice with his flushed cheeks and hand still working restlessly between his legs. But you acquiesce and crawl past him, arranging yourself at the head of the bed. It wasn't like it was your first time having a threesome but there was a reason why you didn't have them often, it took so much choreographing. So many moving parts, limbs, and needs to take care of. You were secretly a little glad that Minho was so impatient he'd immediately taken the lead. 

While you got in position, Minho walked back over to the foot of the bed and stood in front of Jisung. You could tell from the sharp intake of breath that Minho had replaced Jisung's hand with own when he leaned forward. The two shared another kiss that was so lewd you could hear the wet sounds of their tongues over the music and from your place on the other end of the bed. You feel a little neglected but try to not take it personally and idly bring a hand to your center, rubbing leisurely at your clit. When they separate, Minho kisses a trail up Jisung's collarbone up to his ear. He says something filthy. You can't hear him, but you can tell by the hungry look in Minho's eyes when he looks at you as he says it and then tensing in Jisung's back. 

Jisung turns around almost immediately and grabs the lube and condoms in his journey to reach you. His cock swings between his legs, fully hard and leaking. He knocks your legs open with his knees and shuffles in between them. You smile at him and rub against yourself harder, waiting to see what he'd do. He watches as if stunned for a moment before he adjusts his stance, rising on his knees and pushing his hips out behind him. 

"Good, you've already got that covered." 

You squint in confusion. "What?" 

"Min asked me to prep you." He whispers, squeezing lube onto his fingers. "He thought it would be fun if you weren't able to walk when we send you back to your boyfriend." 

Laughing a little in equal parts confusion and shock, you don't question him any further. Sometimes it was nice to be surprised. So, when he reaches out his lubed fingers towards your center, you start to move your own hand away but pause when the pads of his fingertips skim past the flesh of your sex and dive lower. You gasp audibly and chuckle in disbelief when you finally get the meaning of Jisung's words. His fingers trace around the rim of your other entrance, pressing teasingly at the ready hole of your ass. Now that you've got a better idea of the plan here, your own fingers continue their assault on your clit subconsciously keeping a similar rhythm with the other touch toying at you. Jisung looks back up at you after a moment, as if he'd suddenly remembered something and was too focused on his task to think clearly. 

"Wait. Is this… okay? Did you- you probably didn't, right?" He babbles with wide eyes. "That's alright we can probably-" 

When he continues to mutter about it without even giving you room to respond you kick at him with a foot to get his attention. His mouth closes so fast it's almost audible and you know it's because of the smirk on your face. 

You wink at him too. "Did you forget who you're talking to, Sungie? I always come prepared." 

Minho laughs and his voice is much closer than you'd expected. Somehow, you'd lost track of him in the last few minutes and while whatever he was doing was a mystery to you, you see him now - minus the robe- behind Jisung. He reaches over Jisung's shoulder to hand you a pillow and you thank him, adjusting a bit to slide it under your tailbone. 

"I know you too well." He scoffs, and disappears once again behind Jisung who gasps a little at something you can't see and shifts his hips down so his face is closer to your elevated center. 

You smirk and make yourself comfortable. "Old habits d-die hard." 

Your words come out hitched and breathy as Jisung leans down and gets to work, slipping a finger into your ass at the same time that his tongue pokes out to lap at your pussy. When he sighs, practically moaning into your folds, you can tell that he's getting a similar treatment. From what you knew, it seemed like Jisung preferred threesomes. He'd never asked for one back when you used to work for Minho but then again maybe he'd just liked your company. Plus you had no problem spoiling him. Where Minho was always more of a giver, Jisung was exactly the opposite and happily took as much pleasure as he could. It made sense that he'd like having two partners at once. 

You'd had your fair share of threesomes too but you were usually in charge of organization and it had never been with two people you actually cared about like this. Hell, you hadn't even been with two men like this either. But Minho was good with his mouth and Jisung had always been one of the chattiest people you knew during sex. 

"Oh, fuck , Min." He was mumbling, half talking against your cunt and half actually pleasuring you. His fingers were still working deftly to open you up but his entire body was trembling, making his actions jerky and unstable. "Yeah, yeah like that, holy shit. Oh-! "

His whole body shook again and he sucked at your clit more intensely and he added another finger frantically. It was clear his focus was less on getting you off and more on getting you ready as quickly as possible so that things could progress. Normally, you'd wave him off and skirt by on just a little prep but you'd need a few fingers to take either of them that way comfortably. Plus, even though you were considering Jisung in that equation too, you had no doubt that Minho was planning on taking you there. He might not have been as much of an ass man as you'd first thought but that didn't mean he wasn't an ass man. 

Jisung tongued at your entrance suddenly, making you gasp and you reached down to toy with your clit again. 

"Alright." Minho rasped, startling both you and Jisung. He sounded pissed and the resounding smack again Jisung's ass, sent him face planting into your cunt. He sputtered and struggled to regain his balance. "I'm out of patience. Y/N, I hope you're ready enough." 

You laugh a little in surprise. "What crawled up your ass?" 

" You ." Minho growls, grabbing Jisung's shoulders to help him adjust and crawl up the bed so his torso was parallel to yours. "I was close before you decided to pop up and interrupt us." 

Jisung giggles meanly and leans down to kiss you now that he can in the new position. You moan at the taste of yourself on his tongue. He pulls away just slightly to whisper,

" Someone's grumpy. "  

You can't help but agree. Minho appears above his shoulders in this angle and you watch as he focuses on quickly getting a new condom on and slides into Jisung without much hesitation. The younger of the two moans loudly at the feeling, and you stroke his hair tenderly and kiss at his jaw as he takes it from behind.  

"... This damn tattoo." Minho mutters, clearly trying to sound annoyed but failing. For a moment, distracted as you are, you think he's talking about the small snake resting just below Jisung's ear. 

Jisung snickers. "You know you love it." 

And then you remember the other tattoo he has. 

" Ahh!!! " He screeched, darting away from you with his shirt held tightly in his hands. 

"Let me see it!" You demanded, lunging at him again. 

Since Changbin refused to actually tell you about the tramp stamp, you'd decided to take matters into your own hands the next time you saw Jisung. It had been a while in between him booking time with you but since it was coming up, you were going to find out exactly what it was that you had seen before. It had only been a glimpse as he was joking around on the pull up bars - predictably making fun of Changbin's big biceps with Felix. He could do just about as many as you could which was more than one but still not many. 

But still, you'd seen the curved lines on either side of his hips just above his gym shorts and hadn't stopped thinking about them since. He was a regular customer, regular enough that you were hanging out with him casually at the gym but he usually kept his back away from you and threw on a shirt before getting up so you had never actually seen his full back before. 

"What the fuck are you doing?! What are you talking about?!" He cried, leaning this way and that way before dodging around you like he was playing for the final 10 seconds in an NBA game. You whirled around too slow to see his back but you saw the curved lines again and doubled down your efforts. 

"Why are you hiding it!? Let me see!" 

"No, it's embarrassing!" 

"You've been paying me to have sex with you and now you're worried about being embarassed?!" 

"HEY! Low blow, dude! You're worth it, this definitely wasn't!" You'd said it on purpose to distract him, picking something easy that he would get riled up by, and moved again when he was distracted. Rather than pushing him towards the bed like he was probably expecting, you reached out again and grabbed his arm this time, pulling him with all your strength toward you and then grabbed his shoulders to hold him so he faced away from you. 

Finally able to see the full stretch of his back, you studied the ink at his hips. "Oh my-" 

" Ugh! I said it was embarrassing." He whines, defeated. 

With wide eyes your hands fall from his shoulders down the planes of his shoulder blades, further and further down until they rest perfectly in line with the tattooed hands holding his hips . The thumbs splay wide over his spine, possessively, sexually, and just above his ass. Where someone would likely hold if they were fu-

It wasn't just a trashy tattoo, it was hot , suggestive, and way sexier of a tattoo than someone like Han Jisung would ever be expected to have. His embarrassment wasn't even about the tattoo in the end, he was much more worried about you discovering that he liked to be fucked by men. Of course, you'd then realigned your hands with the tattoo, stepping closer to him, and then asked if it was only men he liked to be fucked by. 

The answer had been no , not surprising since Jisung was essentially the definition of a pillow princess. So you'd gotten to experience first-hand a la very useful strap-on , what it was like to be in Minho's position now and you highly doubted the man had any ill feelings whatsoever about the tattoo. He probably just hated how much he liked it. 

Minho huffed, avoiding your mocking gaze, and began to fuck him in earnest. He wasted so little time on foreplay and messing around that you were really beginning to realize how close he must have been before to be this impatient now. You almost felt sorry about interrupting. Almost. Jisung keens, always the loud one, and pants into your cheek. You're content just to watch and enjoy the experience for a few moments as they fall into a rhythm but you hadn't stayed just to be left out. It takes some doing to get the angle right as you spread your legs further apart around Jisung's knees but eventually you get there. 

And even then, once you're in a better position you suddenly realize that there's a severe lack of condoms anywhere near you and start reaching out blindly to see if you can find a spare one lying around. Your hand is stopped though by warm fingers meeting it and a foil wrapper is placed directly into your wandering hand. Looking up, you meet the hot gaze of Minho who had clearly seen your distress and come to your aid. You stretch up, bending your neck a bit awkwardly to reach up and kiss him in thanks just over Jisung's shoulder. 

"Ah…" The middle-man sighs. "Wow, that's hot."

You giggle and strain your neck further to push hard against Minho meeting his lips in an even filthier display now that you have a captive audience. It's hard to keep up though in your current position so you lay back down and work on getting the condom open and onto Jisung's cock. He's not really helping at all, too distracted by Minho - who'd gone out of his way to slow the pace so you weren't playing catch the dick trying to get the condom on. You grin triumphantly when it's finally rolled on and guide Jisung into your waiting center. 

At the stretch, your eyes close of their own volition. Minho gives the two of you a moment to adjust and then slowly starts the pace again, rocking his hips into Jisung who then moans and rocks into you creating a domino effect of pleasure that makes you sigh involuntarily at how good it feels. As you all balance the weight and swing of it, like a pendulum the pleasure sweeps over each of you before you grind your hips down into it and it swings back making Jisung cry out and Minho groan. Like that, the pace slowly builds again and Jisung's fingers lace in yours as he buries his head into the crook of your neck, too lost in it to focus on anything else. 

It's not the most comfortable position to keep for too long and eventually the youngest in the room, the one actually spoiled here now that you think about it, shifts a few times before huffing in irritation. 

"Hey, ah… " Jisung grumbles, practically talking directly into your throat. Minho stops immediately to hear him and once again you're forced to applaud his patience. He sounded like he was getting close. "Can you uh- could you maybe turn and get on your knees?" 

Rolling your eyes you nod and let him shift to slip out of you before straining to work yourself over and onto your knees with the limited space you'd been provided. If you kicked Jisung in the face a little, it seemed like it was his fault rather than yours. Once you settled into the new position and worked him into you again, you sighed and tried to make yourself as comfortable as possible on your elbows and knees. Normally you weren't really against the position but normally someone was attentive, and spanking your ass, and fucking you like your life depended on it so you didn't have time to focus on the strain on your joints. And normally there were less legs in the way. 

"Comfortable now?" Minho asks, perfectly voicing your care for Jisung's comfort and frustration at the sudden and jarring pause. 

"At least until my knees start killing me." 

You can't see it but you know Minho rolls his eyes. "Just let me finish already, for fucks sake. I'm not into edging." 

"Could have fooled me." You add, just to be sparky and nearly get your face smothered into the pillows at the force of the next thrust. Jisung mewls at it, fingers scrambling for purchase at the tops of your hips. The new few are equally fast and rough thrusts that make you feel a bit like a ship on choppy water and less like the easily flowing pendulum as Minho clearly has had enough and is only focusing on his own pleasure. You figure you owe him at least that much and let the uneven pace slide even as you have to strain further to avoid being crushed into the pillows. You wish you could see him because he sounds delightful. His skin smacks hard onto Jisungs ass as his hips snap quickly in a rapidly building staccato and his voice takes on a breathy quality that he usually reserved specifically for thigh fucking.

"Yeah…" Jisung sigh, voice high with delirium.  "Y-yeah… you close?"

"Oh. Fu- uck ." Minho swears in return. His hips snap noticeably harder. "Shit. Close . Fuck. Fuck. " 

Doing your best to throw back as much as you're getting, you decide to help him along. "Come on, Minnie. Give it to us. God, you're fucking Ji so hard he doesn't even have to move and I can feel it." 

" Ah, " He grunts. "I'm… I'm… ugh. "

Even if you didn't know him well enough to tell by his voice alone that he'd finally fallen off the edge, the noise Jisung makes whining high in the back of his throat makes it obvious. Hips roll a few more times behind you, squeezing out the remnants of his orgasm and then he sighs heavily and all goes still again. 

Minho pulls out slowly, hissing under his breath at the overstimulation and shifts to sit at the side of the bed so he can get the condom off. Now it's you and Jisung and by the way his hands roam your sides, squeezing and gripping as his cock jumps inside you, you're pretty sure he's ready for his turn. 

"Do you want to get under me?" You ask, wiggling your hips enticingly. Jisung gasps and moans lowly, as his hips jerk and spasm at the offer. 

" Yeah. Fuck yeah, let me..." He hisses, always such a damn pillow princess, and begins to adjust. Once again you let him pull out and maneuver into a better position. He takes his place among the pillows sighing in relief now that he's not on his knees anymore and you smirk down at him as you swing a leg over his stomach and bend down to kiss him. His teeth catch your lower lip and he bites at it teasingly before you adjust your balance again, getting a hand up near his shoulder and scooting down further on the bed. Your other hand takes hold of him and guides him back inside and as he sighs you lick into his mouth and drop your weight down onto him taking in the full length of him. 

And god this position is so much better. You moan into his mouth, tits pressing against his chest as he gains purchase on the bed and ruts upward into you. 

" Ah, fuck, Ji ." You breathe, grinding down into him. It's hitting just right and he's so soft and warm against you, fingers tangling in your hair as he bucks up again. "That feels so good…" 

"Yeah?" He sighs, kissing at your jaw. "You're so fucking tight like this, can't wait until Min-" 

The wet fingers touching where the two of you met at your entrance startles you and you gasp, body twitching involuntarily as the touch presses teasingly against the stretched skin of your walls. 

"So pretty. " Minho says, clearly admiring the view. He's close again, body heat resonating from him like a stove as he settles behind you. His hands roam your ass and on instinct you raise your lower back toward him. "Oh, and so well trained too. Look at that." 

Jisung snickers and you flush with embarrassment. Your ass stays up though, presenting yourself for him. 

"Let me finish prepping you and then I'll be ready to go again." 

"Okay." You nod, gasping again when his fingers trail lovingly up the round fat of your ass cheeks, and then the force of his full hand smacks at it leaving a resounding sound in the relative quiet of the room.

Jisung swears under his breath and the two of you develop a slower, deeper, rhythm as Minho's lubed finger finds its way to your second entrance. He plays around with you for a moment, teasing at your rim and letting your body suck in his fingertips occasionally and you can't help but think that if the position were a little better and it didn't mean Jisung waiting longer he would probably have eaten you out instead. 

The mental image of you falling apart on his tongue there is a bit too strong and you moan a little louder on accident. Unfortunately, you're with two people who know you a little too well in bed and they both pick up on it immediately.  

You can feel Jisung smile against your jaw. "You're thinking something dirty aren't you? What is it?" 

Minho adjusts again behind you, letting a finger slip into you up until the first knuckle. "I think I know. It's a shame we aren't in a better position so we can both eat you out isn't it? I guess you'll have to deal with just me then." 

And without giving you any time to process the words themselves or the very hot image of both of them having their mouths on you at the same time, Minho surges forward. The finger he has inside of you pulls down to hold you open and his tongue is there in an instant licking and lapping teasingly at your rim before pushing inside along the finger. 

" Oh-! F-fuck, fuck !" You cry out, more surprised than you should be that he had guessed what you wanted so quickly. But nothing made you orgasm as hard as oral did. Jisung helpfully moves his hands to tease at your chest since he can't be at two places at once and the further stimulation makes your back arc and your body feel antsy like you weren't sure where you needed to move to feel more pleasure since it was coming from all directions. 

Minho worked quickly in the extremely awkward position, managing to keep it even though you started grinding down hard into Jisungs lap again. He worked in a second finger before he could no longer keep his mouth on you and groaned raggedly when he pulled away, stopping for a moment to lick at the base Jisungs cock and then down to his balls from the high pitched whine you got for it in your ear. 

And then he was adding a third and positioning himself with hips flush against yours. He wasn't entirely hard again yet but you could feel his cock stirring to life against your thigh as he kissed down your spine and spread the fingers wide within you. You choked on a moan, hips stuttering and fucking desperate for it. 

"M-Minho, please, come on I can take it now, promise. Fuck me already."

Jisung moaned in unison with you as the fingers thrusted harder and you clenched around him in anticipation. 

"Oh, fuck . Babe, hurry up and fuck her already you're making her clench so fucking hard around me I'm getting close." 

"I'm going to need the two of you to be a little more patient after making me wait so god damn long earlier." Minho snaps. "And if you come early that's on you. You'd better hold it or I'll just turn y/n around and fuck her right on top of you." 

You moan deliriously at both the words and the fingers relentlessly working on opening you. 

"I feel like Changbin would like that more than I would." Jisung grumbles. 

"You'd still like it." You tease, leaning down to kiss at his pouty lips. "And fuck, Minnie, I didn't know you talked so dirty when you were mad." 

"I'm not mad." He argues simply, and then removes his fingers without any warning.

" Grumpy." Jisung reminds you, giggling quietly as he kisses you back. 

Minho busies himself for a few moments, likely getting on a condom and more lube. When his hand touches your body again it's hot and sticky and he moves to be flush with your backside again, free hand adoringly trailing down your thighs before its gone and you finally, finally, feel the press of him against your ass. 

It punches a deep and drawn out moan to spill from your chest as your body adjusts to accommodate the stretch, every nerve in your entire pelvis sparking hot with pleasure. You tangle your fingers into the sheets already damp with sweat and clutch them tightly, trying to force your body to stay as the two men get acquainted once again inside you and between the thin wall separating them. Jisung's hip buck hard upward and he draws in a deep, shuddering breath as Minho fully seats the length of his cock in your ass. 

" Ahhhhh ," Jisung moans, somehow still the loudest one in the room. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, that's so- jesus that's fucking tight." 

His head rolls back into the pillows as he continues to mutter obscenities. You're not much better yourself, your head has gone entirely cloudy at not just the stretch but the weight of both of them inside you. If you were with anyone else you'd probably have panicked a little going into subspace so quickly but you trusted them to take care of you so you surrendered yourself to it, focusing on nothing but the feeling of them and the hot and sweaty touches burning your skin like fire. Minho rolls his hips slowly, clearly testing how ready you were, and the broken moan that you nearly choke on must signal something to him because he readjusts in an instant. Suddenly he's closer to you, draping his whole chest along your back and almost crushing you in between his and Jisung's body. He kisses at your shoulder, nibbling there for a moment like he can't help himself as his hips move again, rocking into you hard and forcing you down onto Jisung's cock even further. 

" Holy -!" Jisung gasps, frantically rutting back against you. "Fucking fuck, I'm getting close." 

"Hear that?" Minho whispers near your ear, sounding all the part of the devil on your shoulder and your entire body shudders at the dark husk in his voice. He rocks his hips again, establishing a pace that Jisung seems dead set on breaking since he can't seem to keep his hips still anymore. You're being loud again, and you can tell, but can't do anything to stop yourself. Words escape you and all you can do is wail brokenly as you're absolutely shattered to pieces by how fucking full and good you feel. 

"Gonna make Ji come aren't you? He gets to be the brat that doesn't listen for once, hmm?" Minho continues, even when you don't give him any sign that you're even slightly listening to him. You are, though, hanging on every word to ground you before your mind eludes you entirely. He's going out of his way to talk to you, he was normally the quiet one with sex and wasn't much into talking to much during it. Maybe because his mouth was usually busy with other things. 

"But you're being such a good girl for us, aren't you? Taking us both in so well, making us feel so good." He murmurs, biting another hickey above your shoulder blade. "Talk to me. Are you okay, do you want more?" 

You hear the words clearly and understand them fine as well but it still takes a few moments to work your understanding of the words into realizing you were being asked a question you needed to answer. 

"Fuck. She's gone totally out of it." Jisung moans, turning to where your face had become buried in the pillows above his head and chest and kissing at your collarbones messily. "Don't go mute on us, hot stuff, you want it harder or do you need us to slow down?" 

Your mouth feels like it's made entirely of cotton. But you still manage to force the words out, gasping around another desperate moan as you do. "H-harder. Oh… fuck. More. Give me more." 

"The princess has, ugh , s-spoken." 

Without saying anything else, Minho kisses over the hickey he'd just formed on your shoulder and then adjusts a bit. A hand slaps harshly against your ass before he pushes you up a bit further onto Jisung, scooting along with you to get a better angle. Like this, there's a bit more room to move under you and your head spins again when Jisung gets the message loud and clear and puts his feet down in the bed to piston his hips up toward you in short jerky thrusts so that he doesn't slip out accident. That hurdle crossed, Minho grabs hold of your hips again, slapping the same spot on your ass so hard that it has you crying out and surges forward fucking you as best he can now that your in an angle where you can bounch on both of them at the same time and they aren't working directly against each other.  putting a little room for air between your back and his chest and then starts fucking into you. 

The pace is brutal , giving you exactly what you'd asked for and you can do little more than murmur cries of yes, yes, yes, yes, and drool into the pillow beneath you. Jisung goes the extra mile of kissing and sucking at your tits, rolling the hardened tips of your nipples between his mouth when he can manage to close it for long enough. Then, in a way that's not meant for your benefit at all you can feel the two of them simultaneously lace their hands together on your hips, caging you between them. 

After a few more short, frenzied thrusts, Jisung cries out again and orgasms without any warning, thrusting so hard inside you as he rides the aftershocks that it makes you see stars too. He pants heavily as he comes down from it and hisses every time you bounce on him from the continued momentum of Minho's hips. 

" Ji ." Minho snaps, irritation evident in his voice but your head is too far up in the clouds to really register why. 

Jisung groans and shifts restlessly below you. "I was trying! I couldn't hold it anymore. She kept fucking fluttering around me like the walls of her pussy were trying to sing a song or something."

Something about that seems amusing to you but before you can think anymore about it, Minho huffs and suddenly manhandles you. He pulls out for a moment, making you gasp, and then his hands are hard on your hips as he all but throws you over, knocking the wind out of Jisung's lungs as you back lands a little violently on his chest. He grumbles and snuggles underneath you, ghosting fingers down your thigh until he catches the underside of them and spreads them apart obscenely. 

Minho wastes no time crawling over you and pushing back inside picking up where Jisung had left off with the pace and you'd already been close to the edge so it doesn't take much to have you crying out, tears building up in your eyes, as your orgasm hits like a brick to the face. It has your thighs shaking, breathing ragged, and drool dripping off your chin as Minho only fucks into you faster and faster chasing his own release with punctuating gasps and groans. 

" AH! " You squeal, entire body moving to escape the overstimulation but Jisung just swears when your elbow hits him somewhere in the ribs and holds you tighter. " M - Minho ! FUCK! Minho, Minho, Minho, Minho, please ! Please! Ah-!" 

He groans, practically a growl because of how low in his throat it is and suddenly pulls out. You watch with watery eyes as he rips the condom off and quickly works a hand around himself, jerking himself off furiously. He groans again, and then tosses his head back as he spills his load all over your stomach and still shaking thighs. 

" Holy shit ." Jisung swears, sounding stupefied and in awe. "That was so fucking hot. That's gonna be burned into my eyelids for the next week at least."

Minho chuckles and sighs again as he wrings out every last drop of his orgasm onto you. You feel a bit like you've reached some level of heaven, spaced out and content like you could just lay in Jisung's arms forever even though he's bony and uncomfortable and is way too hot. 

"You alright?" Someone asks so you smile dazedly and nod, not wanting to open your eyes anymore. 

"Good, because someone's at the door. Again ." 

"What? Really?! Right now ?!?" The distinct tone of panic in the voice makes your eyes crack open in confusion. Jisung shifts under you again, hurriedly and you all but fall off him and onto the bed as he makes his escape out from under you. 

"Relax, I'll get it." Minho says, and you suddenly realized that he was a lot further from you than you thought. He's not even on the bed anymore and when you manage to find him he's already pulling back on the black silk robe he was wearing earlier. He looks a mess. Like… totally fucked out. You probably don't look much better. 

"But…" Jisung starts nervously, practically running over to his closet to grab a t-shirt as he tries to pull up his boxers at the same time. "It's my apartment. I should probably answer right? I should." 

Minho stares at him. 

"A-Actually you can get it." He backtracks immediately. "I wasn't joking before, he is so scary when he's mad."

You sigh and flop back over from the haphazard pile of limbs Jisung had left you in, stretching out comfortably on his bed like a starfish. There's a very clear set of knocks that echo from somewhere and suddenly you're very confused about what's happening. "Wait. What… the fuck is going on? Where are my post-sex cuddles?" 

At the sound of your voice Jisung's gaze darts over to you and he also looks a complete mess and his hair looks less like a bird's nest and more like he was attacked by a bird in the back. His eyes widen to the size of saucers as his eyes roam over your nude body and he quickly turns back to Minho who was already starting to walk out of the room. 

"Woah! Wait! Are you just- are you just going to leave her like that!? Shouldn't we at least get a towel and…" 

You don't hear the rest of the conversation as Jisung follows Minho out of the room and pout to yourself since none of your questions were answered and now you're all alone. The upset feeling intensifies by the second and you feel overwhelmed by the sudden urge to cry. If someone didn't get back in here this moment and cuddle with you, you were going to fucking lose it . Sub-drop was a real thing and even though you hadn't gone that far out of it you still felt way too emotionally vulnerable. Like a layer of your skin had been revealed to the elements and that needed to be fixed ASAP. 

Voices could be heard from the living room but you couldn't make out anything that was said. Then it got quiet. 

You waited to hear something else, like the sound of the door closing and the two of them coming back to you but it was just… quiet. Which was odd. You frowned and then sat up, wondering if they were really going to force you to get up and see what was going on but you froze the moment your eyes settled on the bedroom door. 

He was hard to see in the relative darkness of the room since he was wearing all black and the baseball cap slung over his head sat low, just barely revealing his eyes. He was leaning in the doorway with his arms crossed and you weren't sure how long he'd actually been looking at you. His expression was as dark as the god damn room was. 

"Bin…" You gasped, slowly sitting up. Somehow even though this was more or less your plan you hadn't been expecting him to just show up like this. You were thinking maybe you'd go answer the door, fully clothed and reeking of sex and he'd have to ask you about it. This… this was catching you by surprise. But if you didn't roll with it, you lost the entire point of all of it. The problem was that you really, really had missed him the few days he was away and the lack of aftercare was still stinging at your eyes. You know Minho nor Jisung meant anything by it and if anything just figured your boyfriend would be best for the job but it was putting you in a weird position. 

Run to him or continue to act aloof, that really was the question.

Still, Changbin didn't acknowledge you in any further away besides tilting his head in intrigue, eyes so dark they were almost black as they studied the state you'd been left in. You glanced down to see for yourself and knew now that Jisung had been talking about the spend currently drying all over your waist and the shiny lube glossening your thighs and hips. You looked… like a second rate whore. Which was saying a lot because you were paid top dollar when you were working with Minho, definitely first rate at least. 

God, you'd really missed him. 

"Hi." You tried, swinging your legs over the bed. "I didn't expect to see you here…" 

"No?" He retorts calmly, cocking his head as his eyes roamed over the expanse of your skin again. "That's funny, because Jeongin made it seem like you asked him to tell me exactly where you were." 

You try to smile and put on a sheepish act, but it doesn't feel right on your face. Your skin feels too cold now and you're shivering a little but you make an attempt to stand and swear when your legs absolutely refuse to hold your weight and you nearly go crashing back down to the floor. Managing to steady yourself and not openly congratulate the two dickheads in the other room for actually fucking you so hard you couldn't walk, you make another attempt only to be stopped immediately. 

" Sit ." Changbin demands. It's not any more incensed than his tone was previously but it's very obviously not a request. You sit on the side of the bed instantly, before your mind can even really register it. 

He idles by the door another moment before walking over to Jisung's closet. He rummages around for a few seconds as you watch and then he pulls out a t-shirt that's oversized even for Jisung's body. You're still watching him with wide eyes as he steps over to you. 

"Arms up." 

Again, you do as he says and raise your arms, only mildly surprised when the fabric in his hands immediately goes over them. Once a modicum of your decency is established, he bends down low, takes your head between his hands and kisses you full on the mouth without a hint of hesitation. You whine, high pitched and needy, into it completely abandoning any self control you thought you had. When he pulls away, having to practically hold you down from chasing after his lips, it's just long enough for him to say, 

"You love riling me up way too much, baby. If you weren't in such a sorry state right now, I'd fuck you again right here on Jisung's bed and make them listen. I oughta take you out there and make that fucker Minho clean his cum off you with his mouth and then break his fucking jaw. I don't even have to ask if it's his. Come on."

You aren't given even a second to digest any of that before he stoops down, gathers your legs in his arms and tucks his neck under your armpit, and then lifts you like it was nothing. Which it probably was to him, he probably lifted three hundred pounds for fun in the gym. You snuggled into his neck, content to finally be held. 

When you emerged into the living room, Changbin's steps didn't slow at all as he made his way to the still open door. You glanced up, curious as to whether the other two were even still in the apartment at all or if they'd scurried away but they were both watching you leave from the kitchen, finishing off the bottle of wine you'd started earlier. Waving at them cheekily, you figure you might as well put the nail in the coffin and drive it home. 

"Bye boys! Thanks for playing with me!" 

Changbin slammed the door closed behind the two of you before either of them could respond. 

Chapter Text

You'll dance to my spell

There were times during this challenge that you'd taken upon yourself where you weren't sure if you were testing Changbin's limits or your own. Lately, it had increasingly felt like the latter. 

After the fiasco that your plan with Jisung had turned into, Changbin had whisked you away back to your shared penthouse suite and had doted on you with a bath, a glass of wine, and some much needed tlc. You'd wanted to resist, really , but you were desperate for his touch in both a sexual and nonsexual way and you were too weak to build up much of a defense. And like… okay , maybe you shouldn't have let him fuck you the next morning, waking you up with sleepy morning sex that your tired brain had went along with immediately. But you really did feel a little bad about the way that things had played out so far. Not because of the way he'd found you in Jisung's apartment but because you know you'd worried him. And despite everything, making Changbin worry about your wellbeing was not something you wanted. 

So, somehow, you were left feeling like you'd backtracked and undone some of your progress. Which just wouldn't do. 

It wasn't exactly helping that even a week after Changbin had returned from the trip with Chan, there was still a definitive and rising tension among the members of the gang. Your club had been sparsely packed and everyone seemed oddly on edge. Whatever had been going on had clearly not been cleared up by the trip. It sort of seemed like it had gotten worse if anything. But that also meant that your list of prospects for the challenge weren't as readily available. 

Of course you were focused on Chan. 

You'd been thinking about the best way to approach him over the last few days, knowing that you'd really need to bring out the big guns if you were going to get back on course with your plan. Changbin had been busy with meetings and seemed equally as tense as everyone else but seemed to be making an effort to spend as much time with you as possible even if he could only stay for less than an hour before rushing off to a meeting. 

Even now,  he was unknowingly distracting you from your careful planning by sitting at the bar while you worked. It was admittedly a little hard to think of anyone else with him around but you had to come up with some sort of plan for Chan because the opportunity wouldn't just fall in your lap. You couldn't even freely go to see him if you wanted, his place was located away from everyone else in a completely different building across town from the main converted hotel and heavily protected. Even though you knew him personally, a luxury not many members of the gang aside from the guards actually had, even you couldn't get in to see him without personally being escorted by a member of his inner guard.

And, yes, you were absolutely going to do everything in your power to get Changbin to take you. But the problem was you didn't want to waste Chan's time on something so trivial and pointless when he was so busy. You were still stuck trying to figure that part out. His number was saved in your phone but it was an emergency line, not to be used for booty calls. 

Your train of thought was derailed as you looked up from greeting one of your regulars and making sure their order got to the bartender and saw an unfamiliar face in one of the booths. They were sitting alone with an open binder full of pages in front of them. 

Frowning slightly, you migrated back over to the bar quickly giving the bartender the order and then migrating back over to your boyfriend. Once you were within range, his arm lifted immediately from where it had been resting on the bar to land around your waist. You glanced back over to the stranger. 

"Hey, babe…" You called to Changbin, turning away from the woman to nuzzle into your boyfriend's neck. 

"Hmm?" 

"Do you know that girl in the booth next to Hoseok? I've never seen her before." 

Changbin holds you tighter to move you out of the way a little so he can glance behind you and then lets you go. You step away a fraction. 

"Yeah." He nods. "New blood. Sorry for not warning you ahead of time. Hasty decision." 

Quizzically, you glance at the woman again. New blood? Chan wasn't the type to let new people in that easily. He usually vetted them for at least a year or two before officially making them members. And you were always made well aware of prospective new members. Especially if there was a new girl, women were rare in the ranks but not entirely out of the ordinary. Still, you tried to make yourself readily available to them if they needed anything. Even if it was a fellow woman to talk to after being surrounded by boys all day.

"Why?" You ask, treading lightly. It wasn't your business to know about the group's activities and it was safer for you to know as little as possible. Normally you wouldn't pry but that was a little too weird to ignore. 

Changbin sighs. "Don't worry about it. There are five of them. All relatives of people we already have. Chan wants a little more security in some of the outlying businesses." 

Now that makes you pause. "More security here ?" 

You wouldn't exactly call your club an outlying business. It wasn't that far from the main building and it regularly had high ranking members of the gang in and out of it. 

"Don't worry about it." Changbin repeats. But you can't help but think of the time when the club you'd worked at had been attacked and shot up, making Swiss cheese out of the building's infrastructure. You really didn't like guns around you and you had a bad feeling you were going to be seeing a lot more of them around. 

You glanced once again at the girl in the booth as she thumbed to the next page in the binder. She was probably trying to memorize important names and faces. Not of the members within the gang but of people outside of it. Enemies, those that precariously stood on the balance, allies. 

A nudge at your hip made you tear your gaze away. 

"I've got to head out." 

You pout. "Already?" 

Changbin smiles, just slightly and tilts his face up to you for a kiss. You meet him halfway and have to physically restrain yourself from climbing into his lap to kiss him harder and prevent him from leaving. Even though he'd been distracting you from your plans he really had been busy lately and you barely saw him. It was obvious he was missing you as much as you were missing him. But you only teasingly lick at the seam of his lips and pull away. 

His gaze lingers on your mouth but he lets you move away without complaint. "Yeah. I gotta drive across town to check on something and then I have a meeting later. I'll probably be back late." 

You try not to pout even more but you're pretty sure you don't do a good job of masking your disappointment.  Changbin snorts as he slides off the stool and stands, crowding into your space. 

"If you get too lonely, you can always call me." You suddenly remember the last time you'd called him and it's clear by the narrowing of his eyes that he's thinking of the same thing. "Although, I would… prefer if you weren't sitting on someone else's cock when you do." 

You open your mouth to shoot something snarky at him but he beats you to it, wandering fingers playing with the hem of your tight shorts. "I won't complain though if it ends up that way. You sound so adorable when you're getting fucked silly." 

The words force you to suck in a much needed breath as all the oxygen in your lungs seems to have evaporated into thin air. Fuck . Fuck you knew he'd liked it. You knew- 

All too quickly, leaving you absolutely reeling, Changbin presses a kiss to your forehead and steps away. 

"I'll see you later, baby." 

"Love you. Be safe." You manage to get out before he's too far away. He nods and then turns around and then he's gone. 

And shit you were suddenly really horny. Nobody you'd ever met before in life said things to you that made you so fucking wet as fucking quickly as Changbin. He had a master's degree in dirty talk and could probably talk you into an orgasm if he tried hard enough. 

You took a deep, steadying breath and squeezed your legs together just slightly before shaking off the haze of arousal and getting your brain back to work. And decidedly not on the mental image of your boyfriend jerking off to the sound of you fucking someone else. 

Nope. 

No. 

You glanced at the new girl again, figuring that you might as well introduce yourself and get acquainted with her if you were going to be seeing her often. Maybe you'd offer her a drink on the house. And maybe steal one for yourself while you were at it. 

~`

Late into the night, the club became a bit more full but still nowhere near as packed as it usually was. You usually amused yourself by chatting with regulars to pass the time in between actual work, but you'd already made your rounds twice and were tired of walking around. The night was dragging on and you couldn't think of any good plans for getting to Chan. There were times when you didn't see him for weeks at a time and with how busy things were it wouldn't be entirely unexpected to not see him for a while. So you'd started thinking of backup plans. Seungmin and Jeongin were next up in your list but Seungmin might be harder to crack than your own boyfriend. Still, they were the only guards that you and Changbin were both close with. He'd personally trained Jeongin and Seungmin was one of his best. There were others that Changbin guarded Chan with but they were higher ranking and less impactful than aiming for his juniors. Also some of them were scared to even make eye contact with you. They'd seen what Changbin was capable of first hand a few too many times to ever try messing with him. 

Most importantly, the younger members of the group tended to gossip like teenage girls. Especially when sex was involved. You'd overheard way too many conversations of them shouting about what girls they'd had sex with lately and which was the best at your club. You'd smacked one of them in the back of the head for that. 

The point was, the guards were the tightest knit part of the group. It wasn't even that surprising that the newest recruits were all relatives of current members. Chan went out of his way to get to know all of them and even spent time with their families and threw big holiday parties and sponsored vacations when time permitted. They were all like siblings in a way but they talked. And if you messed around with Seungmin or Jeongin it would spread like wildfire through word of mouth so fast you wouldn't even need to tell Changbin. It would help you press his buttons for sure, nothing said she belongs to the gang like fucking around with several of the guards. 

There was a sudden flurry of noise as the club doors opened and closed that drew your attention, once again distracting you from your meticulous planning. Although you aren't particularly bothered by this interruption. Actually, it looks like the answer to your prayers has arrived in the flesh. 

It's a surprise visit from Chan. 

A smile immediately forms on your mouth at the sight of him. Now you don't have to figure out a way to get to him, you'll just ask him tonight! He's not alone either, although he rarely ever is, but still he's flanked on both sides by familiar faces. Felix on his left and on his right… Hyunjin . 

Now that was surprising. If Chan made occasional appearances here and there then Hyunjin was like a hermit in comparison. You couldn't even remember the last time you'd seen him. And even then it had only really been around the main building. He hadn't visited your club in months. For good reason because you were constantly throwing him out of it.

" Hyunjin ! " You shout, completely over it and out of patience. This was the third time this month you'd heard a commotion and looked over just to see him starting a fight yet again. From what you could gather from the scene Hyunjin had poured out some guys drink over his head, inciting a violent response and he looked… crazy. He must have gotten hit at some point because his lip was split wide and blood was pouring into his mouth, staining his teeth in a macabre way. He didn't even glance in your direction. 

Huffing, you call over another one of your guards and walk over. One of them was already standing between the two men, trying and failing to hold Hyunjin back when he tried to throw another punch. It connected with the man's jaw, sending him reeling and the look in his eyes was murderous when he pulled himself back up. 

Shit. 

" Hyunjin! " You call again, louder this time. He does glance at you then, dark brown eyes afire with bloodthirst. It's bad timing, the man he'd been fighting manages to get around the single guard holding them apart and the corner of his elbow catches Hyunjin's nose. The injury adds to the blood pouring down his face, but Hyunjin doesn't even react, just takes the hit in stride even though the hit was hard enough to break his nose and spits out a mouthful of blood as he dodges another stray punch. 

"Hey! Calm it the fuck down before I really get pissed. And one of you fuckers is paying to get this carpet cleaned after spilling blood all over it." You spit, finally within distance. The guard you'd called over pulls the raging man away and the one that had already been trying to deescalate the situation moves to restrain Hyunjin as well. He lets it happen, cackling drunkenly even though you're pretty sure he hadn't really been drinking. 

"I'll fucking kill you!" The man shouts, still furious. "Crazy motherfucker! Should put you down like a rabid fucking dog!!" 

You sigh, feeling a migraine build between your temples. You nod to the guard restraining the man and gesture to the door. "Get him out of here." 

The man is pulled away and Hyunjin roughly shrugs off the guard holding him but thankfully doesn't go after the man. 

"Are you fucking kidding me, Hyunjin?" You demand. Stepping forward to break his line of sight with the man in case he was getting any ideas about finishing what he'd started. "Do you want me to permanently ban you or what? This is your third fucking brawl this month." 

He levels you with an oddly bland look considering how intense he'd looked just moments ago. 

"Sorry."

You scoff, planting your hands on your hips. "That's all you have to say?" 

"I'll pay for the cleaning. Have Bin send me the bill." He didn't wait for you to say anything and instead, turned and walked away without another word. He always did shit like that. Caused a scene, made a mess, and then apologized politely only to do it all fucking over again. 

He was like a tornado incarnate. But still… sometimes you felt like you could understand that. Sometimes you felt like a tornado too. 

Hopefully he'd be on his best behavior with Chan here as well. The last thing you needed was a fight tonight to put everyone even more on edge. 

Felix was laughing loudly at something though Hyunjin didn't look equally amused. Chan had a little smile playing at his lips and he glanced around the club before his eyes landed on you. The smile grew slightly and he turned, saying something quickly to the other two before making his way over to you. He looked good tonight, well he always did, but the white t-shirt he was wearing was just slightly too small and highlighted how muscular his arms were. In the early days when you were still practically stunned speechless whenever you saw him you used to joke with your friends about wanting him to bench press you. Still, his appearance has taken you by surprise and mixed with the arousal from earlier you feel a little dizzy when he makes a beeline for you. 

"Y/N." He calls when he's close enough. 

"Chan." You call back, smiling. 

He comes to a stop beside you at the bar, where you'd been returning some empty glasses. "Nice night so far?" 

"Eh, it's alright. It was just getting boring, so perfect timing really." 

Snickering, one of his obscenely cute dimples pops out. "Oh? I didn't realize I was so entertaining." 

You lean in towards him conspiratorially, glad that you'd opted for a stapless top today that barely contained your chest. "I was talking about Felix ." 

Chan chuckles and you grin at him, happy to be able to make him laugh. 

"Yeah, well, I just finished up a meeting with those two and, between you and me, I'm exhausted . Join us for a bit? Oh and can we get a few drinks brought over?" 

"Sure thing." You nod. And then, suddenly remembering the new blood, you glance over to check if she was still here. You'd talked to her briefly earlier in the evening and given her a few helpful tips about some of the people she was studying. Sure enough, she was still sitting, highlighting a page in the binder with a yellow highlighter. "Oh, and one of your new bloods is over in a booth over there. Nice girl." 

Chan raises an eyebrow and looks over in the direction you pointed out. His face lights up with recognition and he starts walking over there immediately. "Thanks! I'll go stop by and see how she's doing." 

You glanced back over in the direction you'd last seen Felix and Hyunjin and see that they'd taken a seat in Chan's regular corner booth. It looks a bit ridiculous with just the two of them sitting across from each other at the huge booth but usually there were a lot more than three members there at a time. Feeling weirdly nervous for some reason, you hurry to flag down your bartender and order their drinks. You'd already had one for yourself and don't want to drink with your boss on the clock so pass on getting a second. Still, the order is surprisingly difficult. You knew Felix loved daiquiris but didn't like drinking one around the rest of the members who razzed him for it everytime so you ordered a rum and coke for him, a straight gin for Chan - the only thing he ever drank- and then debated for a good thirty seconds before ordering a mule for Hyunjin and a water for you. 

Truth be told, you didn't actually know him that well. You'd met here and there and had your run ins at the club but it's not like you'd ever really ever sat down and had a conversation with him. Honestly, he seemed the type to shamelessly order a martini or a god damn vesper but you didn't want to be that presumptuous. Still, you couldn't help but anxiously nibble on your bottom lip anxiously as the drinks were made. 

Once they were all meticulously placed on a tray you picked it up carefully and headed towards the table. Chan suddenly caught up to you, announcing himself a few feet away so he wouldn't startle you by accident and fell into step beside you as you walked to their booth. 

Felix looked up at you with a bright smile as you approached, interrupting himself in the middle of whatever he'd been talking with Hyunjin about. "Y/N! Hey, how's it going?" 

"It's going. My night's better with you here as always." You smile and set the tray down on the table. 

Automatically, Felix scoots in toward the middle of the booth toward Hyunjin giving you and Chan space to sit. Your boss sits first, likely leaving you on the end so you could get up easily again if you needed to. He looks at the drinks you'd brought for a moment, studying them, before you start to pass them around. Thankfully he seems content by your choice for him, Felix nods in approval and thanks you as he takes his and Hyunjin just stares at his glass when you sit it in front of him. He raised a finely arched eyebrow and looked at you curiously. 

He had apparently been growing his hair out recently because it was a lot longer than it was when you last saw him. So long that it falls just past his shoulders and he has to reach up and knock the dark strands back from where they had fallen forward to see you properly. 

"I didn't know what you wanted so I guessed." You shrug, hesitating before sitting in case you need to head back to the bar and grab something else for him. 

Hyunjin takes a casual sip of the drink, more confident than you'd ever be drinking a mystery concoction. He makes a face you can't decipher and then takes another sip, seeming content. You finally take your water and sit. 

"I usually drink tequila." He adds, taking another sip of the drink. 

And now that's just the most chaotic thing you've ever heard. 

"What have you got?" Felix questions, gesturing toward you with his own glass. 

You hold up your glass with a smile, "Water. I am still on the clock." 

"Could have fooled me." He teases back, making you roll your eyes. You watch as he looks around, seemingly searching the room for something and his eyes land back on you when they don't find whatever he was looking for. "Changbin around?" 

Felix takes a clearly nervous sip of his drink and you commend him for going along so easily with you before when he was this nervous to see your boyfriend again. They'd been having a bunch of meetings though, so maybe he was just nervous to be around both of you at the same time. 

"Nope, just missed him sorry." 

Visibly relaxing, Felix makes himself comfortable in the booth and nods. Chan shifts next to you, catching your attention. 

"I'll tell him about the change later, Felix. All Hyunjin does is lie around and avoid work anyway, let's give him something to do." You glance between the three and remember what Felix had been complaining about before, something about being partnered with Seungmin and wanting to ask Changbin to assign someone else. It seemed like he'd gotten his way after all. Though, Felix did have a way of doing that. 

"Excuse you," Hyunjin snaps, glaring at them both. "I run a fucking business. But whatever, I don't mind standing around doing nothing while Lix does all the work."  

Felix squawks at that, turning around in his seat to face Hyunjin directly as they launch into some sort of argument about what exactly Hyunjin has been assigned to do. You intend to listen but your attention is stolen by Chan turning to you. 

"Sorry for keeping Bin so busy lately." He apologizes, sounding oddly sincere. "I'm probably the only one that knows him well enough to notice but he gets so mopey when he can't see you. It's adorable seeing him be so miserable, really. It can't be helped right now, though." 

"It's alright, I get it." You shrug, sipping at your water just to have something to busy your hands with. You're not usually so nervous around Chan but then again, you rarely ever see him without Changbin as a buffer. 

He chuckles under his breath a little, leaning in a bit closer and lowering his voice. "You know actually, now that I'm thinking about it again, whatever you did last time we left town made him lose it a little." 

Now you were a little glad that Felix was otherwise distracted because he'd probably end up choking on his drink when he realized what his boss was referring to. 

"Oh? Really?" You ask, purposefully acting coy. 

Something in Chan's jaw shifts and you can tell immediately that he doesn't appreciate the innocent act one bit. You bat your eyelashes at him. " Yeah . He was on the edge the rest of the trip and kept laughing under his breath like he was in shock or something. If he hadn't specifically said he was going to call you I would have been concerned. I assume that was the reaction you were expecting given what you did with Minho a few weeks ago." 

"What I did with Minho…?" You question, pressing further into that little annoyance you'd found. It rewards you with a long hard stare from him and he casually drinks his gin as he waits, clearly content to drop the conversation entirely if you keep it up. Dramatically you lightly smack the side of your head and gasp. "Oh! You mean that . I totally forgot that you were there that night. Yeah, well, I do have a bit of a bet going with Binnie right now." 

Chan keeps hold of his drink and leans back in the booth, making himself more comfortable as he rests an arm on the back on the seat behind you further tightening the distance between you. It's surprisingly hard to ignore when you can smell his cologne with the movement and fuck he smells good. Briefly, your mind goes haywire thinking of all the ways he could completely envelop you in it with how tall and built he is. Benchpressing. Standing sex. Bending you over that big ass desk in his office- 

"Trying to test your limits with him?" He asks, casually, as if he's talking about the difference between middle and top shelf gin and not the fact that he's clearly noticed you're trying to get Changbin to fuck you within an inch of your life. It makes you choke on air a little but you fuss with your hair and do your best to act like it didn't. 

"So observant ." 

Cutting the rising tension, Chan chuckles again and some of the intensity has left his face. 

"Well, I do make it my job to know as much about the people who work for me as possible. That's what I have you helping me out with, right?"

"I guess." You shrug. That list of people that it's his job to know about does include you as well. At least it would make asking easier. "Could I ask you for a favor, then?" 

"... What kind of favor?" 

You smile and lean in closer to him, doing your best to keep from drowning in the scent of his cologne. "The kind that has to do with pushing Bin's limits." 

It's a bold move really, and you know that. Unlike everyone else you'd already looped into this plan, you'd never actually hooked up with Chan before and you were sure there was a reason for that. You just hoped the reason wasn't that he was uninterested. And that he wouldn't be offended by the request and give you a shit ton more work to do or something. Not that either seemed particularly likely, but still. You wouldn't be shooting your shot if you didn't think you had a possibility of making it. But the fucking silence from Chan immediately after wasn't helping your nerves at all. 

Now you were regretting not having that second drink. 

He seemed to be thinking about it, studying your face as he continued to slowly drink, leaving you to wait mercilessly on the edge with no safety harness or any indication of which way you'd land. You stare back at him, bracing yourself for anything . 

When he does finally say something it's neither to accept or deny. 

"... You mean your limits, right?" 

The response completely catches you off guard and you laugh a little nervously, finally letting out the breath you've been holding. "Um… no. It's all in good fun, I promise. I'm just trying to see how far I can push him before he-"

Chan's eyes are suddenly very, very dark. 

"Before he puts you back in your place. So…" He takes another swig of his drink. " Your limits. Not his." 

The previous breath you'd been trying to take in vanishes and your entire chest feels tight when his arm that had been resting on the seat behind you moves and he twirls a lock of your hair around his fingers. 

"W-well…-" 

" Shh ." He shushes, cutting you off, entirely focused on the lock of hair. Your mouth snaps shut audibly. "You want to test how far your leash goes. See how much it stretches before it's pulled back." 

His fingers which had been softly toying with the lock of hair suddenly pull it so hard it startles a pained gasp out of you and you're surprised when it doesn't fall away from your head into his grasp. He lets go, letting his arm drop and put some space between you again. Felix laughs hysterically at something Hyunjin says, always the lightweight, and you blink owlishly at Chan. 

"D-do you… then will y-you, um…" The words get jumbled up and stuck in your throat.

Chan laughs but it doesn't sound genuine at all. " Stop stuttering. You don't have a speech impediment. If you can't get the words out it's better to just stay silent, hm? Otherwise you sound like a babbling idiot. And you're not a babbling idiot are you, Y/N? I wouldn't hire someone that's stupid would I?" 

"No." You fight hard, very fucking hard to not finish that sentence the way you wanted to. But it's not appropriate. Not here, not now when he still hasn't answered your question. And yet, it hangs unsaid in the silence between you. Chan's gaze burns with it. 

"It's busy right now so it'll be hard to fit you in. But sure, I'll do you this favor . Tomorrow night at eight will work. Come to my place." 

You blink at him. You're about to ask how , because you couldn't just go to Chan's place. Nobody could. You'd have to be escorted by a member of his inner guards. 

Like your boyfriend, for example. 

Chan seems to see the puzzle pieces click into place in your mind and he grins, giving you whiplash from how much his demeanor keeps changing. "Pretty devious, right?" 

You're about to try to force some kind of response but you get saved from doing so by a familiar voice calling your name. Finally, you're released from the trap of Chan's gaze and turn towards the club, surprised to see Jeongin rushing over with a wide grin. 

"Y/N!" He calls again when you notice him, waving enthusiastically. You smile and wave back. When Jeongin's eyes fall on the rest of your table, he tones down his response a bit and tries to wipe the smile from his face. It's not very successful but he's not grinning like a little kid anymore. 

"Boss. Felix. Hyunjin." Jeongin greets, nodding to each of them in turn. 

You're actually glad to see him, his cheerful smile felt like a breath of fresh air and you were finally able to breathe normally again.  

"Innie! What are you doing here? You never come visit me." You pout, mostly to get a rise out of him. You knew very well that he wasn't allowed in any of the gang owned property that sold alcohol, not for work and certainly not for pleasure. The poor thing wasn't at legal drinking age yet. Chan was very serious about that rule. 

As expected, Jeongin immediately grows flustered and rushes for an explanation. "Oh! I… I can't. I'm not allowed. I'm sorry. I actually needed to talk to Hyunjin. It's urgent." 

His eyes darted nervously to Chan, who doesn't seem bothered by the younger's presence at all, and then to Hyunjin.

" Ugh ," He whines. "I'm not working right now. What is it? Is something on fire? Someone dead?" 

"Um…" Jeongin shifts nervously and you aren't even sure who at the table he's most nervous to be standing in front of. "No. It's about the shipment that arrived a little while ago." 

"What the hell? That's here already? I wasn't expecting those guns to get here until next week at least. That's so much work…" You watch with widening eyes as he continues to complain, slumping over in the booth and grumpily finishing off his drink. "So much sorting… so much paperwork… can't you do it for me, In?" 

"Well, yes. But you said that I didn't do a good job last time and you had to redo the intake forms again." 

" Ugh !" Hyunjin wails, looking all the part of a fussy toddler. "I'll do it in the morning, I'm so tired. I need a stronger drink. And you're helping me so I can show you and you can just do it next time." 

Without another word he slides out of the booth, forcing Jeongin out of the way and brushing by him on a straight course for the bar. 

"Don't let him make you do all that on your own." Felix speaks up. "It's literally his job." 

 Chan laughs. "Hyunjin's just saying that. He's a total perfectionist and can't stand other people to do his work." 

"I really don't mind." Jeongin smiles, with a shrug. "I help him out sometimes and he helps me in return." 

"Oh!" You gasp, suddenly realizing that if you couldn't get Chan tonight there was another option standing right here in front of you. "Speaking of which, I still owe you from before Innie!" 

He looks at you with wide eyes, entire face growing more and more red by the second. "Uh… you don't have to. It was n-nothing." 

"But I'm afraid I do ." You grin and stand up from the booth. "Will you be free for a bit later? I could swing by your room." 

Someone snorts and though Jeongin is the only one who could actually answer that question, he stiffens up like a board and looks to your table companions as if he'd be offending them if he accepted your offer. You're trying to play your cards right though, so you keep your attention entirely on him, waiting for a response. Chan must shift or gesture beside you because you feel a slight gust of air and then Jeongin sucks his bottom lip into his mouth to nibble on the skin and meets your eyes again. 

"Well, if Hyunjin wants to wait until tomorrow then I guess I will be. I'm used to taking the evening rotations so I won't fall asleep, I promise. You can take your time getting back after work." He smiles a little, clearly excited by the way his eyes light up but it's obvious he's trying to hold back. "I'm room number-" 

"1101. I know. I'll see you later then!" You grin at him, giggling when he seems startled that you know that and mutters a garbled, quick reply nodding to the rest of the table before he scurries away. 

"He's so cute." Felix comments happily, watching Jeongin leave. 

"I know, right?" 

"I know, right?"

You turn with wide eyes to Chan who you'd somehow managed to echo accidentally. He laughs and raises his eyebrows at you. 

"Jinx!" He raises his empty glass at you. "I guess you owe me another drink now." 

You balk at him. "Hey! Not fair, I totally said it first!" 

"No, you totally didn't." 

"Right well, I'm going to escape while I can…" Felix says, already sliding out of the booth. You look at him with wide eyes, completely surprised by his sudden exit and then realize why he's trying to leave. Truthfully, you had been flirting with Chan a bit obviously and it was clear you weren't exactly going to invite yourself over to Felix's place tonight even if it was just to finish that movie he wanted to watch. 

Hyunjin still hadn't returned from grabbing his drink at the bar either so it was pretty safe to assume he wouldn't be coming back, which also meant you'd need to keep a close eye on him to make sure he wouldn't end up permanently banned from your club, which you had half a mind to do after the last fight. But they'd all arrived together and you're sure that Felix was trying to give you space to talk to Chan and avoid becoming a third wheel. So, quicker than he could, you escape first. 

"Actually! I'm going to get back to work so no need to escape. Someone needs to keep an eye on Hyunjin too. I'll get you both refills."

Felix stops, hesitates, glancing between you and Chan again and then relaxes back into his seat. You gather all of the empty glasses back onto the tray you'd served them on but as you go to grab Chan's he catches your arm instead, pulling you towards him. He ducks over to the side of your head that's away from Felix far too quickly for you to see what expression he has on his face so you aren't really sure what to expect. 

"Wear white tomorrow." 

And then he lets you go, turning his attention to Felix and launching into some conversation you can't hear over the rushing in your ears. You manage to get the glasses onto the tray without doing something stupid like dropping them and walk with hasty steps back over to the bar before anyone can point out the flush in your cheeks. 

You were beginning to feel a little like you were in over your head with Chan. Tomorrow night would be interesting for sure. 

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Surprisingly, Hyunjin was on his best behavior with Chan around so you could actually focus on doing your job rather than putting out all of the fires he was causing. The night went by fast, considering, and soon enough you were heading back to your apartment with some plans for the evening. You stopped by your own room first, trying to ignore the little heartache you felt seeing it empty, it really was way too big of a space to be alone in. Quickly, you freshened up a bit, and then debated entirely too long about whether or not you should change clothes. 

You hadn't had a plan for the day when you'd gotten dressed so you were wearing your normal work attire - pants, a cute comfortable top, and heels that wouldn't kill you standing in them all night. It was an alright look but Jeongin had been pining for you for years now and given that you were mostly doing this to annoy Changbin, it wasn't entirely likely that you'd make a thing out of sex with him like you had with Felix. So, it sort of felt like this should be special, like you should go all out for him and make it something to remember. It was the least you could do, really. 

A series of coughs wracked your chest making you hack openly into the cold air. You'd meant to turn the heat up when you got out of the shower earlier but you couldn't find the strength. It was all you could do to crawl back into your bed, cold, alone, and feeling awful. You were never very good with being sick, it made you clingy and sad and whiny and it's not like you had any friends to call and take care of you. 

It was a weekend and weekend night for that matter so all of the girls that worked with you were out and covering for you. One of them that you'd grown close with had left you with some medicine, water, and crackers earlier in the day so you wouldn't wither away into nothing but that did nothing to help with your incessant need to cuddle someone or for someone to play with your hair with your head on their lap and tell you that you were going to be okay. It was making you sad, really sad and the tears that kept trailing slowly down your cheek as you shivered at the cold temperature and longed for someone else's body heat only made you feel more pathetic. 

There was a succinct knock that echoed through the apartment. You waited, wondering if it was one of your roommates announcing themselves before entering but then there was another knock and you realized that you were going to have to drag yourself to the front door to get it. With a huff and an exhausted sigh, you gripped the blanket wrapped around you and slowly made your way to the door. By the time you got there, you already felt tired enough to collapse and had to lean yourself on the doorframe as you opened it so you didn't have to support your own weight. 

"Hi! I heard you were sick. I can't believe nobody stayed with you to make sure you were okay. I called in a favor so I could have the night off. How are you feeling?" 

The relief you feel makes you even weaker and you automatically let go of the door to throw your arms around Jeongin. 

"Woah!" He gasps, just barely keeping the two of you from falling into the hallway. There's a rustle of plastic and you look down to see a store bag in his grip. "Careful. You look worse than I expected, let's get you back to bed. I brought soup and tea." 

"T-thank you." You manage to gasp out, through the burst of coughs that force their way up your throat. All of the movement makes you feel weak again and it's all you can really do to keep hanging on to him as the rest of your strength leaves you. 

The rest of that night was a fever induced blur but you remembered enough of it to know that you probably owed Jeongin a lot more than for just helping you out with Jisung. And so, with that in mind, you walk with decisive steps to your dresser and dig around in the drawer specifically for lingerie and pull out the bright red pair you only wore for special occasions. It was made almost entirely of lace and left very, very little to the imagination. 

"This'll do." 

…

The rest of your outfit was haphazardly chosen, something cute enough to not make it look like you were trying too hard, and keep the lingerie covered, but revealing enough that everyone that had seen you on the way to Jeongin's room would be able to form some sort of idea about what you were doing there. You did have to walk past the main lobby to get to his floor on the ground level after all. 

And you had felt the stares on you from halfway across the lobby too. 

Now, finally at his door in the early hours of the morning before the sun had even started to rise, you knock succinctly and loudly call for him. If anyone overheard you it was purely coincidental. The door opened quickly, so quickly that it made you raise an eyebrow and wonder if he'd been pacing in front of it waiting or something. 

"Y/n! Hi." He breathed, already seeming a little high strung. Maybe you shouldn't have made him wait so long while you changed. Did he think you weren't going to show or something? "Good… um… good morning?" 

You give him your best smile to try to put him at ease. "Hey, Innie. Sorry to keep you waiting. I had to change out of my work clothes first." 

"N-no, that's…" He trails off, eyes raking over your change of outfit clearly taking in the little silk slip you'd put on that fell right at the tops of your thighs. His eyes shot back up when they lingered a beat too long and his gazy stayed rigidly locked on your face afterward. "That's okay. I also changed so…"

And so he had. You'd rarely seen him out of uniform, so it was a bit strange to see him now without the tie and crisp shirt in just a soft tee and sweatpants. It was a bit like Felix and his fucking fuzzy sweaters. Disarming and adorable enough to be illegal. 

"Can I come in?" You ask, smiling again when you realize he was just standing in the doorway with the door half open with seemingly no intention of inviting you in on his own. His eyes widen at the request and he scrambles backwards, opening the door wider. 

"Oh! Yeah, yes, y-you can! Come in." 

You step past him into the small apartment. It's one of those that's really just a studio and you can see the entirety of his place in one glance. Even though he'd been with the gang nearly as long as you had, his apartment was mostly barren and empty of personal belongings. There were a few of his things sitting here and there but it definitely didn't look as lived in as Jisung's. Maybe because he barely spent any time in the room. It's pretty clean too for a kid in his early twenties living alone but you wouldn't put it past him to have cleaned before you got here. 

"Um… so…" Jeongin starts and then trails off, hands fluttering useless by his side as he vaguely gestures to his place and then back to you. "Did you… are you, um, thirsty? Do you want something to drink? I have some-" 

Interrupting him at this point is purely to save him from further suffering. "Oh, no, that's okay. I don't have that much time, really. Let's focus on you, yeah?" 

"M-m-me?" 

"Yes, you ." You repeat, rounding on him suddenly. Since neither of you had moved far from the door you use it to your advantage, trapping him in between yourself and the wood. "I've been thinking lately and you've really done a lot for me over the years but I don't think I've ever done anything for you in return. And that's just not fair is it?" 

"Um…" Jeongin stares at you wide eyed like he can't quite put together what's happening and it's clear you're going to have to be direct to get the message across. 

There's still plenty of space between you, a good couple of feet, so he could move if he wanted to and you could give up and cook him dinner or something instead. You're watching him closely still, looking for any signs that he'll bolt like a startled rabbit. 

Direct but not too direct seems like the best move, so you put a hand on your hip theatrically and cock your head to the side. "I've been hearing a lot of rumors lately that you have a little crush on me. Have for a while apparently… is that true?" 

Clearly startled, Jeongin sputters like a fish and makes a series of panicked expressions before he ends somewhere between confused and horrified. 

"Um-! That's… that's not… I mean you're with Changbin and I respect you both and I'd never do anything to come between that. So, that's just… you don't need to worry about it, I just care about you is all. So…" 

"That's all ?" You ask, taking a very small step closer. "Well, I do appreciate you for not lying to me. You've never been much for lying, Innie. I can always trust you to tell the truth and do the right thing. Changbin knows that too."

"T-thank you." 

"And… well, I'm not sure if you know- considering what happened with Minho before- but Changbin and I have an understanding in our relationship and he doesn't mind me doing what, or who , I want from time to time." Another step. Jeongin's eyes shoot nervously toward the movement and then back up.  

He doesn't say anything but his eyes grow wider. 

"So, I was thinking that since you've been so kind to me ever since the day we met and I absolutely adore you that I could make some of your dreams come true. What would you say to that?" 

Jeongin swallows, audible in the silence of the room. "Um… b-but… what about Changbin? I don't want to-" 

"Oh, if you're feeling unsure about it because of Changbin you really shouldn't. I promise you he doesn't mind and won't be upset with you but you're welcome to ask him. I can even call him and put him on speakerphone so you can hear what he says if you want me to ask instead." You were kind of tempted to do it regardless but you wouldn't bring your boyfriend physically into this space unless Jeongin wanted to. 

He takes a moment to think about it and you maintain the careful distance, not willing to get any closer without clear consent. 

"If you don't want to, that's okay too, we can just hang out and I can give you a massage or something. I'm good at those. It's whatever you want." 

Biting his lip, his expression starts to shift. "No, I-I trust you. Um… whatever I want ? Like… like what?"

Smirking, you take a tentative step forward and finally crowd his space. "Well, I said I wanted to make your dreams come true. You ever have any dirty ones about me? Dreams that have you waking up rutting into your sheets, close , chasing after the peak you almost reached…"

Jeongin goes about red as the delicate lace beneath the silk of your dress. "Uh… w-well, um, well…" 

Stepping even closer you can feel the heat radiating from his body and the smell of his deodorant. Your fingers skim up the length of his arm raising goosebumps in their wake until they reach his jaw. Holding it in your grasp, you step even closer, leaving just a few inches between your mouths. Surprisingly, he doesn't stumble back away from you and into the door, he just goes straight as a rod and tenses. 

"What was I doing in that dream? Taking your cock down my throat? Fingering myself while you watched? What do you want, Jeongin?" 

He swallows again, struggling to meet your eyes at this proximity but he's damn sure trying to. 

"C-can I kiss you?" 

Your eyes flicker down to his mouth and he nervously pulls his lip back in between his teeth. You duck down to him, having to lean a little further in your heels and just when his eyes rapidly flutter shut you pull away and run a hand through his hair instead. 

The confusion in his eyes is devastatingly adorable when he opens them again. "Sure, you could. We could sit around and kiss for an hour if you want but is that really what you want? All that you want? If this is a once in a lifetime opportunity would you be happy with that?"

His breath comes out a little shaky at the question and the only reason you'd pressed him a little harder was because it was obvious he was holding back. He tended to be a little nervous around you, that was true, but he wasn't hired on because he was a blushing schoolboy. You'd heard him bark orders at some of the younger guards before and you knew that he wasn't typically a shy person.

"T-then…" Jeongin whispers, resting into your grasp on his chin. "Can I really make a request?" 

"Anything." 

He sucks in a breath. "C-could you sit on my face?" 

The startled laugh sneaks up on you too quickly for you to catch it and you let go of his face momentarily to let it rack through you. Then, before his expression falls too far you surge forward to briefly press your lips against his and grin. 

"Yeah, I could. I'd love to." He blinks a little in shock, clearly a little shell shocked by the kiss and you have to stop yourself from laughing again. "Gonna eat me out, Innie? That's what you've been thinking about? Been wanting to drown in my pussy?" 

This time his eyes glaze over. " Yeah ." 

You laugh again loud in the room and take a step back to give yourself room to get the hem of your slip into your hands. In one smooth motion, you tug it up and off your head, letting it land somewhere nearby. "I guess I'll need to get this off first though right?" 

"No!" He rushes, eyes finally roaming at their own leisure at the expanse of skin now visible to him. You politely ignore how much he's visibly tenting in his sweatpants. "L-leave them on. That's so pretty on you. You look-" 

He shakes his head and you giggle at him, taking hold of his arm to lead him over to the bed in the room.  "Come on, then! Ugh , I can't believe this, there are few things that turn me on more than someone with their head between my legs. You would pick something that's more for me than you, wouldn't you? I was all prepared to blow you and everything." 

Jeongin shuffles behind you, seemingly in a bit of a daze that any of this was actually happening now that it was happening . When you turn to him, wondering exactly how to start - you don't exactly have time for too much foreplay, you suddenly realize that you'd never really given any thought to whether or not Jeongin would be dominant in bed. It was easy enough to let him take the lead or decide not to if you were just giving him head like you expected but this was a little trickier. He'd liked the dirty talk though, clearly, so you figure it would be best to play into that and see what other fun things you could uncover. 

"Where was I in this dream of yours?" He hadn't specifically said that this was an actual dream he'd had before but it would probably be less pressure to say it was a dream than make him tell you exactly how he wanted you right here, right now . He still seemed to be struggling with that last part and blinked slowly at the question in a complete daze. 

"Um… sit… sitting?" 

Okay, well maybe considering that he might be kneeling on the floor was a little ambitious. He did seem a little vanilla and a little… inexperienced . A little too much work and a little too much porn. Which was fine! First times were better with someone who knew what they were doing anyway. 

Making a snap decision, you decide to take the lead here since he's still standing a few feet away not even trying to touch you. You grab for him and he comes along easily so when you use the momentum to throw him onto the bed and he falls onto it with a surprised gasp, you give chase. God, you were still so fucking horny from earlier that the lips of your pussy are practically fluttering with excitement at what was to come. You, that's fucking what. 

"W-whoa!" Innie gasps, quickly righting himself and turning onto his back as you slip off your heels and crawl onto the bed after him. 

"Too much?" You wonder, still hoping you're doing a good job of reading him. The immediate shake of his head is answer enough, but you don't move again until he speaks. 

"No, just surprised… is all." He mutters, still watching you climb onto the bed with wide eyes. "I didn't realize you were so strong." 

Hmm. 

"I'm not that strong." You purr, caging his legs in with your thighs. "You're just small, Innie. Easy to push around."

He swallows hard again and his gaze jumps around like he isn't sure where he wants to look most. You sit back on your heels on his legs to give him a better view. 

"What was it that you wanted me to do again?" 

"What? I just… I just told you…" 

He's still wearing that soft t-shirt and sweatpants and you make no effort to start taking either off. It's hard to tell if he even realizes he's still fully dressed. 

"And?" 

Jeongin fidgets, jostling his legs under you and then flushes even brighter. You note the reaction carefully. Not much of a talker, then. That's alright - you can do the talking. 

"I… I-I asked if you could sit on my face." 

"Right, that was it." You say conversationally, "You want me to cum all over your face, then? Is that enough to get you off, Innie? Do I not even have to touch you?"

At that, his cock jumps very obviously in his pants and he takes in a strangled breath. There it is. 

Smirking like a siren about to lure an unsuspecting fisherman out to sea, you start slowly creeping up the length of his body. "I think that's something I want to test, so I'm going to keep my hands to myself. Ready?" 

"Y-yeah…" He breathes before adding a stunned, "Oh my god ."  

You plant your knees just above his shoulders and hold your weight a little higher so that your pelvis is just a few inches away from his chin. "Get my panties off at least, will you?" 

Thankfully, you'd changed underwear earlier but you already feel soaked through again and you know that he can see the damp patch in the lacy red fabric because he gasps again, sounding strangled and ragged. He hesitates for only a second, lifting his hands and letting them hover a few inches away from your skin before they land on the tops of your hips and then Jeongin moans - promptly throwing away any reservations he had and letting himself give in to the dream you're offering him, the fantasy, the desires that he's had to force down in his mind. Still, he's gentle when he tries to figure out his way under the garters to the strappy panty and then careful when he takes hold of the fabric and slides it down, down, down. 

It's a bit of a balancing game since you're only on your knees and don't want to accidentally knee him in the jaw but eventually the lacy garment is off and your cunt is exposed to him. The lace in Jeongin's hand falls limply out of his grip as he lays eyes on you and he moans again, hips jerking up oddly behind you. 

" Fuck ." He swears, surprising you. "Can I? Can I, please, Y/N ? L-let me.. Let me …" 

Snickering at his desperation, you shuffle forward a little on your knees. He grips unsurely at your thighs, like he isn't exactly sure where his hands should go and stares up at you like you're an angel and not the demon about to drag him into the depths of hell. 

"Sure, honey, go on. Make me cum right on that tongue of yours, okay?" 

"Ah, fuck ." He swears again, a little more intensely this time, and then you're rocking forward to plant your hands flat on the bed for balance as he opens his mouth and presses little open mouth kisses up the insides of your thighs. It makes you shiver each time, immediately impatient, but you let him have his fun. Besides, it isn't long until he works his way up to the lips of your pussy, kissing there too soft and polite. A sort of greeting, you think, which is hilarious - until he opens his mouth further and opens your folds with his tongue and it's suddenly not funny at all. You sigh, pushing your hips down into his mouth as his tongue trails up to your clit. 

The sudden hot and wet heat drags a moan from your throat. "I-Innie, do you want me to stay still or can I move?" 

You'd wanted to figure out the answer yourself, but you just can't. You don't possess the kind of patience or self control to keep the focus on him and think about it anymore. There was a reason you weren't usually dominant in bed and a lot of that had to do with how little you wanted to think when pleasure entered the equation. Really, you'd rather just lose yourself entirely and trust someone else to get you both where you needed to go. Not that you were complaining about the current situation of course. 

The man underneath you pulled back just slightly and his warm breath fanned over the wet skin he'd just left behind when he spoke. " Fuck , y/n. Fuck . You can… y-you can move. Please just… ride my face, smother me, I don't care!" 

And what kind of person would you be to ignore such a sincere request? Besides, although you weren't usually dominant in bed, you loved enthusiastic consent and begging definitely counted.

Taking a steadying breath, you adjusted your hands on the bed, and rolled your hips slowly back down onto his open and waiting mouth. His tongue was held out flat above his bottom lip and chin and felt fucking incredibly as you made a show of sliding yourself over it. Your breath hitched on on a moan when his tongue curled up to tease at your entrance and all self control you thought you had flew out of the god damn motherfucking window. 

" God ," You cry, quickly rutting your hips back and across the expanse of his tongue again and again. "That feels so fucking good, Innie. So fucking good. "

His hands squeezed tighter on your thighs and you quickly shifted your weight, leaning back onto your ankles and letting more of your weight rest on his mouth, properly smothering him now. He groaned lowly and then practically whimpered when you reached up to squeeze at your breasts as you rode his face. Your nipples were hard and poking at the lace containing them and as much as you wanted to take them off, you kept them on at his request. It was the least you could do, really. 

Strangely, for as wet behind the ears Jeongin seemed , you were expecting him to kind of struggle with getting you off this way and be too preoccupied with putting his mouth everywhere else but where it needed to be like most inexperienced men. But… there was no ridiculous letter spelling with his tongue or sloppy suckling at the top of your cunt. He was focused and clearly had every intention of getting you to come apart all over his mouth like this. When your hips had started to move he had at first let you rut against the flat plane of his tongue but when you slowed, he started to follow you like a man starved for water. He lapped at you, collecting every drop of wetness and coaxing out more and when he had room he would angle his jaw up a little and lick, suckle, and nip right at your clit driving you absolutely mad . 

It had your hips stuttering frantically, pleasure arching up your spine and numbing your thighs so sharply that you could hardly control them. 

"Oh fuck ," You choke, grinding down harder against him even as the sound of his ragged breathing as he struggles to take in air becomes even more audible. You'd almost be concerned about it but his hands are still gripped tightly around your thighs, holding you down, and in between the ragged breaths he's whining and moaning like this is the hottest thing that's ever happened to him. "I-Innie… Innie, just like that. Fuck, I'm gonna cum..."

At the increasing volume of the moans spilling out of your open mouth, Jeongin renewed his efforts, sucking harder at your clit, pushing insistently against all of the sensitive flesh of your cunt and practically smothering himself as he drove you closer and closer to the edge and then your thighs were shaking and you practically went limp above him as your orgasm finally crashed through you. It lit every nerve from the tips of your toes all the way up to your head making you feel dizzy and lightheaded. Jeongin slows a bit at your erratic twitching but groans deeply and doesn't let up for a second, taking you all the way through until the numbness in your legs returns to a tingle and the wet lapping against your clit makes you sigh rather than moan. You look down feeling oddly proud of him and card your fingers through his messy hair affectionately. When you find your voice you shuffle back from his mouth a bit and rest your weight on his chest. 

" Shit, Innie that was good. You're not half bad at that." 

" T-thanks …"

His eyes are wet and teary from strain as he looks up at you and he looks as much of a fucking wreck as he sounds . His cheeks are red from the high blush on them and his mouth, lips, and chin are still slick from you. The sight makes your inner thighs twitch with want but you figure it's about time to focus on him now. 

"Well," You breathe, catching your breath. "I could still return the favor, like I offered before. Sorry I didn't-"

"Uh!" He gasps, clutching at your hips when you start to try to reach behind you and turn so you could give his cock the attention it probably desperately needed. You raise an eyebrow at him. "I-I don't… It's fine. I…" 

You stare down at him for a moment, waiting for him to finish his sentence but some of the lust clouding your brain clears and you realize what he's trying to say. The grin that stretches across your face is insidious. 

" No ." You murmur, partially in disbelief and partially in pure awe. "You came untouched , Innie? Made a mess of yourself in your pants?" 

Somehow the bright flush on his cheeks goes even darker but he seems too out of it to really react. There's a glazed over look in his eyes like he's still in a daze. Awkwardly, because you were still sitting on his fucking collarbones, you ease off him and flop over to the side on his bed.

"That's cute. And kind of hot, honestly. Have you done that before?" 

"Um…" He says. 

"Not the… the spilling in your pants thing." You clarify. "You eat a girl out like that before?" 

"Um…" He says, again. Then, he seems to pull himself together a little and moves for the first time since you'd gotten off him. Though he only pulls himself up to the pillows on his bed and does nothing about the trail of drool and cum drying on his chin. "Not… like that exactly but I'm not a virgin, you know? Why does everyone think I'm a virgin?" 

You don't really think he'd like it if you answered that honestly, so you respond with a different question. "How many girls have you slept with then? Besides me." 

"Who keeps count of that sort of thing?" 

" Jeongin ." 

He sighs and clears his throat a little. "Nine." 

You whistle lowly and slowly sit up and start looking for your discarded panties. Jeongin hands them to you and you graciously take them back. 

"Well, shit , Innie." Now the innocent, doe-eyed little demeanor of his was starting to feel like an act. What the fuck? Good for him, though, it had certainly worked on you and you weren't even mad about it. He was still much cuter than Minho after all. It takes some effort but you manage to stand up again, albeit a bit shakily, and pull the panties back on.  

"H-how many people have you slept with?" He asks after a beat of silence, like he was debating whether or not to ask. 

You roll your eyes and throw your slip back on. "Today? Just you, sweetheart." 

Once your heels are back on, you wander back over to him and lean over the bed so you can reach his mouth. Despite all the drying mess on his lips you kiss him gently, chastely, and reach up to smooth his hair out again. 

"This was nice, thank you. I don't really think it entirely makes up for all that you've done for me all these years, but I really do appreciate you, Jeongin." You smile and lean away. "And go clean yourself up, you're a mess. I'll see myself out. Have a good night." 

"Uh… g-good night." He manages, sounding a little shell shocked. 

You wave at him and make your exit, swinging your hips a little more than you need to despite how shaky and tired your legs still are. Walking properly in heels quickly becomes a challenge. Part of you wonders if you could convince Changbin to come down here and pick you up again but his friends were on the upper floors and his subordinates were on the lower floors. You wanted them to start whispering among themselves about you and they certainly wouldn't do it if they knew Changbin was directly involved. 

So, you'd just have to force your legs to work for now. 

You opened the door, stepping out, and immediately had to shift your balance to keep from walking directly into Seungmin and also from falling onto your ass because your heels were not meant for sudden stops. 

" Jesus -!" You cry in surprise, holding a hand over your heart. 

Seungmin looks about as amused as you would expect - which is not at all. 

He stares at you for a moment, clearly taking in your messy appearance, and you regain your composure and recover from the sudden jump scare his presence had brought. 

"Y/N." He greets. Well it's less of a greeting and more of an acknowledgement tied into a particularly irritated tone. 

"Do you plan on moving out of my way anytime soon?" 

You blink, startled, and then finally get a grip and lean against the frame of the door so that you're no longer blocking it. 

"A visit to Innie's room in the middle of the night?" You purr, fixating him with a salacious smirk. He was definitely on your list, forget Hyunjin- Seungmin was the real challenge. "How scandalous." 

Seungmin takes a step forward, crowding your space. "Unlike you , some of us don't make it a habit to be in someone else's bed every other night. Stop corrupting Jeongin, he's a good kid whenever he's not around you." 

Then, before you can think of something witty to say he pushes forward into the room checking your shoulder and making you scramble for balance. You huff, glaring at his back. Big talk for someone that was barely a year older than Jeongin. 

"Jeongin!" He calls, voice loud but still much kinder than it ever was when he spoke to you. "Get the fuck up, there's an emergency." 

Jeongin squawked in surprise, scrambling to cover himself even though he was already dressed and you smartly left before you heard something you weren't supposed to. 

…

When you make your way back up to your shared suite with your boyfriend, you're exhausted and more than ready to get some sleep. More than one of the guards you passed as you made your way back to your room had rested lingering gazes on you as you walked, and it was clear that whether by your skimpy dress, messy hair, or sweaty and tired disposition that it wouldn't take a genius to know what you were just doing. And with how gossipy they were they would probably know who by the time the sun rose too. 

You let yourself into the apartment with a sigh and then pause when you see a dark jacket slung over the back of the couch. 

Changbin was home. Good, you hated sleeping alone. 

With a newly relieved smile, you creep into the bedroom peering in quietly to check if he was asleep or not. The bright blue light of his phone illuminates his tired face and his eyes meet yours from his place in the sheets. 

"Hi baby," You coo warmly, happy to see that he'd waited up for you. Quickly slipping your heels off you crawl onto the bed. 

Changbin yawns and puts his phone down, lifting the sheets for you to crawl under. "Hey." 

Body drawn to his like a magnet, you waste no time in getting underneath and latching onto him like a koala to a tree. His body is warm and solid under yours and although you'd felt awake earlier, now you feel half conscious. 

"Where've you been?" He mutters into your hair, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. 

You sigh, utterly content. "With Innie." 

He hums in response, making his chest rumble and yours vibrate in response. The question in the noise is clear. You could be nice about it of course, answer him cutely and tell him that it was for a favor you owed Jeongin but instead you sigh again and wedge your legs between the meat of his thighs pressing the still damp fabric of your panties onto the naked skin. 

"I think that innocent face of his is an act." You hum into Changbin's collarbone, not missing the way his arms tighten just a fraction around you. "I went there to blow him and he asked me to sit on his face. How cute is that?" 

Changbin is silent for a long time, tense and still like a python getting ready to strike. Then all of sudden, he relaxes, pulling you tighter against him but not grinding against you like you'd expected. 

"Fucking adorable. Go to sleep." 

Chuckling quietly to yourself, you relax into his arms and let sleep take you. You had a feeling you were going to need to get some rest before tomorrow. 

~`

"We're really sorry." 

You sighed, still struggling to choose between the two outfit options for the night. One was a cuter, frilly outfit that would go well with the lace and fluff of the white lingerie you'd dug out from the back out of your underwear drawer. The other was a deep wine and black combination that would look sinful with the black scrap of fabric Changbin had bought you for your birthday last year. It was of the sort that you'd warned Minho about when he'd asked about the green pair. It was a cupless bra and crotchless panty combination that suggested lingerie rather than coyly showing off anything. 

It was a tough decision. 

"I know, you've said it a hundred times already, Minho." You sigh, grabbing the burgundy outfit and starting to change into it. Your phone was on speakerphone a few feet away. 

"Yeah, and when you say my full name like that it makes me feel like I need to apologize a hundred more times."  

" Minnie . It's fine, really."

He sighs, frustration clear even through the poor audio quality. "No, it's not. I was rough with you on purpose and we both know taking me and Ji like that was already a lot. I've never let you get anywhere near subdrop before. I don't know what the fuck I was thinking and I'm sorry." 

You'd already had this conversation three times now since it had happened. Yes , you were initially pissed off at both him and Jisung and had ignored them both for two days but as Minho's voicemails became more and more desperate you'd decided to cut him some slack. Besides, Changbin had been upset with all three of you for not being safer, aside from how irritated he'd been at the situation, and you'd had to crawl out of your own guilt and make up with him first. 

You struggle for a second to get your skirt zipped up in the back and then grab your phone. You were not going to have this conversation a 4th time. 

"Is Jisung with you?" 

" Yeah! I'm here, you're on speakerphone." Comes the slightly guilty reply. 

Rather than being annoyed that hadn't been mentioned first , you just sigh and continue. 

"Good. Fine. I'll tell you what you were thinking Minnie- you were thinking about Changbin and how pissed he would be that you were handing me over to him exhausted, spent, and covered in cum and you weren't thinking about me . And that's fine, that's what I asked and none of us considered that I might need a few minutes between being with you and going back to my boyfriend and we all made a mistake. But I forgive you and I'm not upset and I don't want to keep talking about this, it's not that serious so stop giving yourself the third degree about it." 

There's a long pause as they both take that in. Then there's the sound of a smack and a grunt followed by an expletive and some irritated hushed whispers that you can't make out. 

" You're so fucking stubborn ." Jisung huffs and then there's a shuffling sound as he gets closer to the phone. You can only assume he'd snatched it away from Minho. "We're still really sorry. That wasn't handled the best. But you know we love you, right, Y/N?"

The grin that stretches across your face is instantaneous. 

"I don't know. Do I? I know you love me Sungie but it's been so long since Minho last told me that maybe he doesn't anymore." 

Jisung chuckles and you can hear the very distinct expletives from the third party on the call. 

"Well Min? You gonna tell her or not?" 

There's some more shuffling and a hysterical sounding shriek and laugh from Jisung and you snicker to yourself. When the noises quiet there's some more shuffling and then Minho is closer to the phone. 

"I'm glad you're feeling better. Stay out of trouble." 

"Babe!" 

You narrow your eyes. "I'll take back my acceptance of your apology, Minnie." 

An exhausted sigh. "Yeah fuckin', whatever. You know I love you, shut up." 

Jisung started laughing loudly and the call disconnected immediately without giving you any room to gloat. 

You finished getting changed quickly and touched up your makeup before finally walking out of the bedroom. It was early in the evening for you, so early that you'd usually still be busy opening the club and making your first rounds of the night. But when you'd realized you weren't going to be able to go to Chan's place at eight and be at the club at the same time you'd called one of your friends that covered for you occasionally to ask her for the favor but she had just laughed and told you that Chan had already called her. She'd heard you talk in passing about your plan with Changbin but didn't know that Chan was your next target. The personal call to let you off for the night spoke volumes as to what was going on. 

Speaking of your boyfriend, he was currently in the same place you'd left him when Minho had called you earlier and you'd taken the opportunity to start getting ready for the night while you spoke to him. It was a rare sight to see and one you would cherish because Changbin was absolutely sulking today. His pride was much too large for him to actually say anything but it was clear to anyone that had eyes that he wasn't very happy about his boss asking for his girlfriend to visit him out of nowhere. Especially when it was paired with pulling you out of work for the evening. 

But if he wasn't going to address or ask you anything about it then you weren't going to say anything either. 

You stepped closer to him, walking around the couch to get his attention. "I'm ready, let's go." 

And his attention you did get. He glanced away from the show he'd been watching with little interest on the tv and looked at you. His eyes went a little wide before narrowing. 

"What the fuck are you so dressed up for?" He questions, standing from the couch and giving you another very obvious once over. 

You shrug. "Chan invited me over for dinner. Shouldn't I dress up a little for my boss?"

Your boyfriend quirks an eyebrow up at you but doesn't say anything else and gathers his stuff to leave. 

"Actually…" He starts, once he's stuffed his phone into the pocket of his pants. You'd been following him to the door so when he turns around to face you, he's suddenly very close. Close enough to see the dark look in his eyes. "It's a rare night where I'm free. Maybe after your meeting we could…"

The fingers that dance across the skin of your collarbone send a furious shiver down your spine. 

"Changbin!" You giggled, blissfully, half-heartedly trying to disentangle your limbs from him. "Let me go, I'm gonna be late!" 

"Don't wanna." He grinned back, recapturing all of your escaped limbs and holding you closer so you had less leverage to push him off. He was warm and solid around you and if it was up to you you'd stay here in his bed for the whole day. But you had to get up and get ready for work and all of your shit was in your own apartment which was down the street.

"Binnie, I'm gonna be late!" You whine, squirming in his grasp. It wasn't doing you any favors, squirming like that against him, the both of you were still naked and sweaty from the evening, night, and early morning of lovemaking and if you weren't careful you'd end up having yet another round before he let you go. And then Chan would really fucking kill you. 

"And?" 

You push harder against him when he shifts to get closer to your mouth obviously hoping to kiss you breathless again and knock the notion of leaving from your head. 

"I don't think Chan will take too kindly to me being late . I have to get back to my place before leaving, Changbin! Stop latching onto me like an octopus!!" 

He sighs but his grip loosens a bit not quite letting you go just yet. 

"Chan can suck my dick." 

You huff and roll your eyes. "Don't be rude now, you wouldn't want to end up getting spanked when I rat you out to him after I show up late for work."

To your surprise, he let go of you completely then and flopped over onto his back on the bed. The fun, playful mood had vanished like a puff of smoke and now there was nothing but the suffocating silence left behind. Somehow you'd managed to say the wrong thing but you weren't exactly sure what it was. Talking about Chan to Changbin was always like navigating a minefield and even though you'd done it before and knew what was causing the sudden shift you hadn't actually learned how to avoid it or better yet why it was a minefield in the first place. 

You'd been dating for months now, though it was hard to tell exactly what day the two of you became a thing . You'd pretty much been smitten with him the very same night he'd asked you to get drinks to celebrate your recent promotion to club manager and he'd clearly been smitten with you far before that. At some point you'd started calling him your boyfriend and at some point he'd started calling you his girlfriend and the rest was history. But still, you'd initially made the mistake of thinking that Chan was a good topic of discussion since your shared relationship with him was how you'd become close in the first place. 

You'd been wrong though. And despite how warmly Changbin talked about Chan he never spoke warmly of the man with you . 

And though you weren't exactly sure what went on between them when you weren't around, you weren't the only one that noticed the tension. Even Minho had noticed and pointed it out a few times. 

"... That afraid of getting spanked?" You try weakly, finally taking your chance to get off the bed while you can. 

"Say that again and I'll spank you ." Changbin warns sourly as you collect your clothes from where they'd been scattered around the room. "You should just move in with me." 

That makes you pause and you freeze with one leg in your rumpled jeans. He's watching you from his place on the bed with an arm behind his head. Despite the sudden question he no longer looks rattled in the slightest and there's an easy smile on his face. 

"This place is even further from the club, Binnie." You state slowly. 

"It's closer to me ." 

"Wha-" 

"You could wake up here , next to me and get ready just over there in the bathroom and take that other closet that I don't even use and fill the freezer with those ice cream cups you like so much and… live with me." 

You're shaking, just slightly, but your heart is beating so thunderously in your chest that it's hard to believe it isn't audible in all the silence of the room. 

"B-Bin… that's a big step. I mean that's… this is really great and I really like you. I mean, fuck, I would even say I love you at this point I'm not scared to say that but I'm not very good at commitment. I like to sleep with more than just one person at a time, maybe I'm a sex addict maybe I have issues but that's- that's how it is and I don't want to hurt you but I don't intend to change that part of myself anytime soon." 

He still has that same easy smile on his face. 

"Okay." 

You blink. "Okay? What do you mean by okay?" 

"I mean that's okay with me. Especially if I'm the one you come home to at the end of the day. I don't really care." 

"It doesn't bother you." You echo completely dumbfounded. You'd been mentally preparing to have to break things off with him a second ago and now you were experiencing an extreme mental whiplash. 

"No. It doesn't." He shrugs. "You'd know if it did, you've seen me angry before."

Well he had a point there. 

"So… will you move in?"  

"Okay." 

"... Spend some time together?" Changbin finishes, voice lowering into that register that he could practically convince you into anything with. You have half a mind to blow Chan off entirely and take your boyfriend up on his offer but no , that would only set you back further, piss off Chan, and make this whole thing go on way longer than it needed to. You had a pretty strong feeling that Chan would be the ammo you needed anyway. 

You let Changbin draw closer, making your heart thud in anticipation in your chest and then kiss his cheek instead. 

"Mmm, I'm not sure how long Chan is planning on keeping me. I'll probably want to relax when I get back." 

You're still close to him, not pulling away after the kiss on his cheek and though his face doesn't exactly fall at the rejection - he studies you with a slightly sharper look in his eye. Irritation . Good.

His fingers that had been glancing along your exposed collarbones raised to dance along your jaw instead. Your eyes follow their movement before they meet his again. 

"Why have you been so mean to me lately, baby?"

You pout at him, innocently. "I haven't been. I'm just tired. I'll make it up to you later, okay? I can't have my Binnie being so sulky!"

Taking your chance, you reach up to squeeze at his cheeks - something you know he loves despite how much he claims to hate it and coo at him until he smacks your hands away and rolls his eyes. Quickly, he makes his escape away from your grabby hands and slips out into the hallway. Snickering to yourself, you follow behind him. 

…

Although you'd attempted to lighten the mood a little before leaving, the drive to Chan's place was still tense. From the tight squaring of Changbin's shoulders as he drove you got the distinct feeling that he was likening this to taking his lamb directly into the wolves den and were incredibly glad that you weren't wearing something white and frilly or he might have just turned the car around entirely.

The drive wasn't even long and yet it felt like hours. You could finally breathe a sigh of relief as Changbin greeted the guards posted outside the massive gate to Chan's miniature mansion. It was the best word for it though even mini felt like an understatement. It was a huge house situated on a bluff with a view out of the back walls of the house that was spectacular at any part of the day. The gate opened letting you through and Changbin parked in the large round driveway. He walked around to open your door and you stepped out glancing around, it had been a while since you'd been here last. You didn't know many of Chan's circle of inner guards but you saw a few familiar faces as you looked around. Some of them glanced at you curiously, clearly only expecting your boyfriend and not you as a plus one. 

Changbin spoke to the guards at the door as you were looking around and then the two of you were herded inside. There were a few more guards in the actual house itself though they seemed to be conversing amongst themselves and hanging out rather than posted at guard positions. They looked up as the two of you entered in mild interest and waved to Changbin, greeting him easily. Your boyfriend was brief in his replies only having grown more tense since you'd actually arrived. 

"Chan?" He questioned once pleasantries had been exchanged. 

One of the female guards gestured up with her head toward the second floor of the house, the section of the house that was considered Chan's private quarters. Changbin nodded and started walking that direction so you followed after him quickly. Even though you'd been here plenty of times, you were starting to grow increasingly nervous. You'd never been here for the reasons you were coming here tonight. 

Oddly, as you walked up the stairs that led to the upper floor of the house you noticed that although there were guards in their usual stations everywhere else there was nobody posted here. The usual spot at the door was markedly empty. 

Changbin seemed to notice it too and made an odd sort of irritated sound in his throat as he knocked on the door. 

The door opened a few seconds later revealing a smiling Chan and even though you'd known him years now it always caught you off guard to see how handsome he was. He'd dressed up a little tonight too, even spent time doing his hair and smearing a touch of brown under his eyes. You probably shouldn't feel like he'd make the gesture for you specifically but you do feel a little special. The way that he very obviously checks you out, warm brown eyes roving over your body like hot coals, doesn't help. 

"Fashionably late, hmm?" He says, not even acknowledging Changbin. "I said eight. It's ten past." 

"Sorry. Binnie was taking forever." 

Finally, Chan's gaze moves to the left and he looks directly at his bodyguard. "Was he? Well that's no good at all. Anyway, come on in, I ordered dinner and it's getting cold." 

You take a step forward when Chan opens the door a little wider but when Changbin also takes a step forward you pause and look at him. Chan looks at him too. 

"Oh." He gasps, clearly acting like he'd just remembered something from the slightly sadistic smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "Sorry, Bin, I thought I told you Younghyun took a personal day. I figured since you were coming anyway, you could stand guard for a few hours while I have Y/N." 

The double entendre is lost on no one and you carefully watch your boyfriend's reaction to make sure this isn't pushing him too far. You'd both passed the few guards clearly not working downstairs and any one of them could have easily taken over guard instead. He stares blankly at Chan and then glances at you. Something in his eyebrow twitches. He must have just realized that the two of you had planned for it to work out this way. 

"... Fine."  

The word is spoken quietly, so quietly that you would have missed it if you hadn't been entirely focused on him but his expression doesn't change as he turns around and steps to the right of the door taking up the guard position as he stares distantly in the direction of the stairs. 

"Come on then." Chan calls when another beat of silence pauses. You turn your attention back to him and the nervous feeling in your gut intensifies when you obediently step into his living space and he closes the door behind you. Once it's closed and the two of you are alone, Chan walks around you and leads you further into the living room where you can see a few takeout boxes sitting on the coffee table. You take the opportunity to ogle him a bit, admiring the way his ass looks in those black slacks and the expanse of his back, barely contained within the white button-up he has on. Jesus . 

"I wasn't sure what you liked to be honest," He starts, sounding the most at ease that you'd maybe ever heard him. "So, I went with pasta. Can't go wrong with that, right? Do you like red sauce or white sauce better?" 

The upper floor of the house had always seemed like an apartment that had just been placed here to you. It had a kitchen, living and dining space, bedroom, and office. The decor was a lot warmer up here, actual framed photos, plants and color gave life to the space compared to how stark and clinical it looked downstairs. It felt like Chan's place here, and he always seemed most comfortable here too, usually dropping the stoic boss personally more easily unless he was in his office.

You slowly follow behind him, though he's already sitting and spreading the boxes of food out on the table. "Um… white sauce. I don't really like tomatoes that much." 

"Got it. Take this one then." He says, setting down one of the boxes to the left of him. Chan looks up when you still haven't sat down with raised eyebrows. "What are you doing? I wasn't joking about it getting cold, come on sit, sit, sit!" 

You glanced back at the closed door, still feeling a little concerned, but walk around the coffee table to take a seat on the couch next to Chan. The food smells and looks delicious so it isn't too hard to pick up the one he'd offered you and start eating. 

"Are you sure Binnie's going to be okay?" You can't help but ask. After all Chan had known him for longer, maybe there was something in his reaction that you'd missed. 

Chan changes his position on the couch a little so that he can look directly at you and finishes chewing the bite of food in his mouth before speaking. 

"I mean… he might ruin his pants I guess but that seems like an issue for him to figure out." 

You laugh a little, startled by the answer. "I meant he doesn't seem upset by this or anything?" 

"Oh." Chan shakes his head. "He's pissed. But I'm pretty sure he's got a voyeurism kink so I wouldn't worry too much. I wasn't thinking about that initially, I'll admit, I was worried about everyone else so I thought it would be a good idea if he stood guard while we're in here." 

For whatever reason, as usual, you were having a hard time following this conversation with him. 

It takes you a moment to say anything since you'd also decided to start eating. "What do you mean? Why were you worried about everyone else?"  

Chan shrugs. "I figured they'd be concerned if they suddenly heard screaming and might come up to check. But I hate being interrupted."

You promptly sputter and choke on alfredo sauce. 

Ignoring you entirely, Chan continues without a care in the world. "So, if Changbin is out there, he can just send them away. I assumed you wouldn't care either way, you don't seem particularly modest or shy about things like that - especially lately. But if I'm wrong about that and you do want the house cleared I could have everyone sent outside for a while."

"O-Oh." You manage, still coughing. "No… that's okay. I don't care." 

"Thought so. I didn't really want to have to do that. Everyone is so on edge lately with the shit going on, changing the schedule like that randomly would have made it worse. Has Bin told you much about the situation?"  

You shake your head, "Not at all… We don't talk about stuff like that. I don't really want to know and he thinks it's safer if I don't." 

Chan eats some more of the pasta and quirks up an eyebrow at you. "Really? Because he was the one that insisted we up the security at your club. I figured he would have told you why." 

"He did?" You echo with confusion. Changbin had made it seem like that was Chan's idea. 

"Yeah, the old gang you used to be part of is getting organized again. They're having stupid thoughts about taking back what was theirs and have attacked a few places we took from them." 

Well… that was fucking concerning . Not that you doubted Chan or the ability of the gang to protect you but you thought that part of your past was well behind you. 

"Sorry to be the one to deliver the bad news." He apologizes, actually sounding a little somber. "We'll take care of it though. They're getting on my nerves, too." 

Right. Because the entire reason that you'd even been liberated from them in the first place was because they'd killed Chan's father. It was definitely not a fun subject for either of you. Seemingly realizing that, Chan shifted again and set down the now empty container of food in favor of the neatly poured drink that had been neglected on the table. You didn't even have to ask, you knew it was gin. He hadn't offered you any.

"Enough about all that though. It's ruining the mood. I've been meaning to ask you something actually." 

All of a sudden his full attention is on you again and though you hadn't completely finished your food, the nervous swoop your stomach gave at his gaze makes you close the container and set it down on the table. 

"Ask away." You say, sounding a lot more confident than you feel. 

Chan runs a hand through his air, messing it up a little and then leans toward you conspiratorially before grinning adorably as he laughs. "Why is it… that you always seem so nervous around me? I hope it's not because I scare you or anything like that." 

Who could he fucking scare with a smile like that ? 

"No," You say immediately, shaking your head. "I'm not scared of you, I promise. I trust you, too, you've been nothing but kind to me since I joined and I know you'll take care of the… situation ." 

"Great to hear. So… you're nervous around me because…?" 

You swallow and steel your nerves so you can finally say this out loud. You've never told anyone before, closely guarding the secret to your heart, but since he's asking so directly you can't exactly avoid the question. 

"Um…" You start, pausing again so that you don't start stuttering. "Don't take this the wrong way, I wouldn't trade Binnie for the world- but if I had a type it would be you. You're like… the hottest guy I've ever seen and I get nervous around you like a fucking schoolgirl and it's incredibly embarrassing. Don't let it inflate your ego too much." 

Chan, at the very least, seems a little shocked by the admission but then he has to bite his lip to keep from smiling too widely. 

"You probably shouldn't have told me that." He snickers. "I think I'm fucking blushing ." 

You are too and you look anywhere but at him for a few moments as he keeps laughing but eventually his snickers calm and your embarrassment has subsided enough that you can look at him again. When you do, you find that he's got an odd look in his eye that you can't read. He'd been studying you while you weren't looking, that was for sure, but you aren't sure what he was hoping to discover.  

"Let's talk about tonight, then." He offers, and yes the subject of having sex with him is a lot easier than the subject of how hot you think he is so you accept it eagerly. 

"Sure. I'm asking you the favor so what we actually do or how much we do is up to you. I almost won with Jisung and Minho but I went a little too far and it backfired a bit." 

"Backfired?" Chan questions, sounding more curious than you'd expected. He'd acted so indifferent about the favor back at the club that you weren't sure he was all that interested outside of potentially getting his dick wet. 

"Yeah." You nod, unsure of how much to tell him. "I pushed myself too far and got Bin all worried about me and even though I've been blue balling him with the challenge I lost a little ground after that." 

"Ah." 

The little noise does absolutely nothing to help you understand if Chan got any of the nuance of what you were trying to say. Actually, now that you think about it, you weren't even sure what exactly you were getting yourself into here. You had a feeling of course, the way Chan had acted when you asked him had said a lot but maybe you'd been reading too far into it. You'd misjudged Jeongin after all, maybe you'd also misjudged Chan. But… he did make that comment about making you scream.

"What did you… want to say about tonight?" 

"Oh," Chan breathes, relaxing into the couch. You curl your legs up onto the cushion and turn to fully face him. "Just what's off limits and if you want to use a safe word. Stuff like that. Anything come to mind?" 

Well, yes, a lot of things were coming to mind. But they were all things you wanted him to do to you - not things that were off limits. Not to mention that you still weren't sure if he was vanilla or not. You didn't want to say that watersports was off your list and have him say he expected you to say something like no kissing . 

You shift a little, nervous all over again and slightly uncomfortable. "Uh... it's hard to say. I'm kind of intense with sex, whatever you're into is probably fine. Was there anything you wanted?" 

"I want a lot of things." Chan smirks. "But I get what you're saying. I'm not some sweet summer child, I think it's pretty obvious that you and Changbin both are kinky as hell. You know, given that he's willingly standing right outside that door over there knowing damn well that I'm about to fuck you and everything." 

The way that your throat convulses hard on its own as you swallow involuntarily catches his eye and he stares at your neck for a second of charged silence before continuing.

"Personally, I've always thought that Changbin and I get along so well because we're cut from the same cloth. I'm one of the few that actually understands him and he understands me. That's why I made him my bodyguard and head of all my other guards. We think similarly. So, I have a pretty good sense of what your relationship with him is like. We're not the same , of course, Changbin is way more hotheaded than I am."

Somehow, even though you'd seen Changbin's anger firsthand and had never seen Chan truly angry, you weren't sure that was true. The glimpses you'd seen of Chan's irritation, while very different from your boyfriend's in its manifestation, was enough to tell you that his anger was something you didn't want to see. 

"And I tend to look at the little details, the small things, when he sees the bigger picture." He continues, conversationally, though you aren't exactly sure where he's going with the comparison. "It's why you can do stuff like this with him and you'd never be able to get away with it with me. I guess I'm not really all that upset about how things worked out when I think about it like that. You two are clearly made for each other."

" What ?" It slips out of your mouth before you can even fully process what he just said. "What do you mean by that?" 

Chan shifts, indulging himself in another sip of his drink. 

"Well, I actually wanted you for myself way back when." 

You aren't sure what sort of face you're making but your eyes have widened to saucers and your jaw has dropped open in disbelief. It must be ridiculous because Chan laughs out loud, his eyes cutely crinkling in the corners and dimple popping out shamelessly. 

"That unbelievable?"

"It is!" You shriek, louder than you mean to. "You did!? No, you didn't." 

Chan laughs again, smiling so warmly at you it just might melt your heart. "Believe it or not. Minho couldn't handle you, that much was obvious even to him. So, when the two of you didn't become a thing I did have my eye on you… but so did Changbin. To tell you the truth, I've never seen him so interested. I didn't want to start a useless fight over it when he clearly felt stronger than I did so I backed off." 

Then you hadn't been imagining that weird alpha male shit they were pulling with you before. The tension you kept feeling between them whenever you were around was them fighting over you. And the way that Changbin hated to talk about Chan with you suddenly made sense. But still… he'd taken you here himself and he was standing just outside of the door. If he wanted to kick up a fuss he could. But he hadn't. And he was surely pissed off. 

"That's definitely interesting . I had no idea." You sigh, still coming to terms with the new information. "But what does that have to do with what we were talking about?

This time when Chan smiles, it's reminiscent of the cold and cruel smiles he'd given you yesterday night.

"Like I just said, Changbin and I have a lot in common. And I'm not sure that you want to leave tonight purely in my hands since I can't guarantee that I'll feel like letting a brat like you cum after I spank you until your ass is red and bruised because I could have sworn I specifically asked you to wear white ." 

Just like that, the blood in your veins runs cold and you shudder. You'd agonized for hours over which outfit to pick earlier, going back and forth with the choice for hours before deciding that the best way to test the waters and get what you wanted from him was to be yourself. A shameless fucking brat. 

It had felt like a test from him anyway. Why else would he tell you to wear a specific color? The only explanation was that he'd wanted to see what you would do. Honestly, he hadn't even seemed surprised when he'd opened the door. 

"So, let's make this easy and use the streetlight system. Green, yellow, red to stop. I'm going to do what I want with you because you're taking my time for your stupid game with Changbin and if you don't like something, you tell me, and I'll adjust. But if you don't give me something to work with, even if it's something you want me to do to you, then I'm not letting you cum. At all." 

"Okay…" You mutter, biting your lip as you try to both wrap your head around this version of Chan and also think of what you'd want. You'd never really considered it as a possibility before and had gone into this completely ready for him to do what he wanted to you. "Then c-can you…" 

At the hint of the returning nervous stutter his eyes narrow sharply and you take a breath to compose yourself before trying again. 

"Can you fuck me over the desk in your office?" 

A raised eyebrow. "You want me, your boss , to fuck you over my desk?" 

"You asked me! I'm just saying, we don't have to but-" The words fall out of your mouth like cans from a broken shopping bag and you can't do anything to stop them as you nervously backpedal. 

Chan stands though, and the words evaporate into thin air. "Then I think you know how you should be addressing me right now." 

Something in your brain crashes, truly absolutely blue screen of death, hard drive screech, trojan malware from sketchy porn sites - crashes . 

" Fuck." You swear quietly, feeling dazed and out of it already. The subspace hits you so hard and suddenly that it immediately gives you a headache. 

"I certainly hope you aren't calling me a fuck , pretty girl." He drawls, drawing closer. He stoops down to crouch like a father getting down to his child's level and the look on his face is expectant and impatient. 

"N-No… sir ." 

Chan's smile returns at the title and he stands up again to extend a hand to you. You take it and he pulls you up to your feet, you're close now, so close that you can smell the sharp scent of alcohol on his tongue when he breathes. 

" Good girl ," He murmurs. It sends a diabolical arc of pleasure down your spine and the large hand he sets on your waist as he pulls you even closer against him makes your step forward feel like your own idea. 

He kisses you then, soft but demanding and you melt into it, letting him set the tone, the pace, everything. His tongue presses into your mouth, deepening the kiss, and his hands grip tighter at your waist. You don't even realize that you'd been keeping your hands to yourself until you're overcome with the need to touch him. So as you let him lick further into your mouth, stealing your breath, your own hands travel up from where his hands rest on your hips and over his shoulders to the expanse of his back. He's so big , so muscular and tall that he'd absolutely engulf you with his own body if he were to lay on top of you. You press closer, smushing your chest against his and stepping between his legs. But as you push for more he steps back. As much as you want to chase after Chan and as new as this is, it's not an unfamiliar dance. You let him back away, panting a little and watch carefully. There's a difference between brattiness and disobedience and it's in your best interest to toe the line not cross it. 

Chan regards you with a smirk that would be endearing in any other circumstance but his eyes are harsh and the smile feels cold. 

"I have half a mind to make you crawl to the office. How does that idea sound to you?" He sneers, dropping eye contact and crossing the space to pick up his abandoned drink. He takes a leisurely sip from it, clearly taking his time on purpose, and when he meets your eyes again the smirk is entirely gone. 

Okay , you note a little breathlessly, definitely not a soft dom . 

It's not really what you'd been expecting but it makes your heart beat even harder with anticipation. It was unexpected but certainly not disappointing, you'll give him that. 

"Whatever you'd like, sir." You reply calmly and drop your gaze to a spot on the floor by his feet with a practiced ease. 

"So, the dumb slut does know how to behave." Chan observes bitterly. There's something about his entire demeanor that's changed and put you on a very precarious edge. You trusted him though, knew the scathing words were testing the water and he'd stop if you seemed obviously bothered by it, knew that he wouldn't actually let you fall. 

"Yes, sir." 

The dark chuckle you get in response is absolutely damning . 

He steps forward then and you carefully keep your eyes downward. "But… the dumb slut is still a dumb slut. If you actually wanted to behave you would have done as you were told but you're only kissing my ass now because you want me to fuck you stupid. And I will." 

He's close again. His shiny black shoes stop just inches from your own heels. It takes a lot of effort not to look up especially when you can feel his gaze burning a hole into your face. 

"But I'm going to punish you first. It's what you deserve after all. It's what you wanted coming here dressed like such a fucking whore." When his fingers grab harshly at your chin, yanking your gaze up to meet his, you're briefly brought back to when you'd first met him in his office and you barely repress a shudder. Chan's eyes are dark but you steadfastly hold his gaze and keep your hands obediently down at your sides. "How many should I give you?" 

It's a trap of a question without knowing what the hell he's talking about but you already know you should shoot for a low number. 

"Five." 

" Ten ." Chan counters, and that dark little smirk makes a ghostly return on his lips. "I think a brat like you should be able to handle that easily. And you're going to thank me after each one, too. Go ." 

He suddenly lets go of your chin and reaches around to your back to shove you forward with a large hand and you stumble forward in surprise. Your mind races quickly, trying to work out if you should actually crawl or if he didn't really mean that. 

"You can walk." Chan growls from behind you and it's suddenly very disconcerting that he's no longer in your eyesight. "I doubt that would be any punishment for you at all, a slut like you probably spends more time on her knees than her feet anyway." 

You walk forward slowly, feeling a bit like you're being led to the guillotine with Chan purposefully following close right behind you. Thankfully, you've been here enough times that you know exactly where the office is and can walk directly to it. Something told you that you'd most likely end up crawling if you went the wrong direction.

"Especially lately," He adds. "You know all the guards have been talking. My personal staff included. You just spent last night with Jeongin and already everyone knows and like the gossiping little girls that they are - they've been placing bets on who you're going to go for next." 

You can't help but snicker. "I wonder how many of them just won." 

Crossing over the threshold of the office, you stop a few feet away from the two chairs sitting opposite the large desk in the room. Chan continues, walking back into your line of vision and clears some items from the wood either brushing them to the side or stacking them on the vacant chairs. You stand there, watching him with a barely contained smile. He catches the expression on your face before you can hide it when he clears a wide enough space on the desk that's not too close to his computer.

A bit of the Chan you're used to returns and he grins, revealing that stupidly cute dimple. "I still have to work when we finish here. Besides I'm not going to ruin my files or let you crush my keyboard just because you're a pervert who wants to get fucked on her boss's desk." 

And just like that, the tense mood that had been set returns and you shift in place a little nervously.  

Chan, who had still not set down his drink, suddenly downs the rest of it and rests the empty glass on the far corner of the desk. You watch him, taking care to avoid his eyes, doing your best to appear subservient without actually kneeling on the floor. The punishment you were going to receive was still up in the air and though you'd been bratty on purpose you weren't exactly sure what you had willingly signed yourself up for and until you did you wanted to play it safe. But you'd wanted to make sure that Chan knew what he was dealing with.

Still, the anticipation lights your nerves on fire as he approaches yet again. He stands even closer than before this time, leveraging his height against you and making it so you have no choice but to stare directly at his chest. Which you aren't complaining about, the top two buttons of his finely pressed white shirt are unfastened and reveal the tan skin underneath and that's enough to have you drooling by itself. 

This time though, his hands land lower than your chin and large fingers rest just under the bone of your jaw. It sends such a furious jolt of anxiety tightly coiled with arousal that you forget yourself for a moment, gasping and instinctively look up at him. Your reaction must have been what he intended because as soon as you open your mouth, he parts his own lips and lets the remaining gin that he'd just sipped spill over his plush bottom lip and into your mouth. There's not much else you can do but let him and swallow it down. Spitting isn't very high on your list of kinks but… if Chan wants to spit in your mouth you're going to let him spit in your mouth. Besides, he hadn't been holding it long anyway. 

He doesn't take his hand away from your neck until you swallow and when you do he smiles at you and pats your cheek condescendingly. 

"Good." He praises. "Relax a bit, you're too tense." 

So he says but when you lower your eyes again you see that his hands are at the leather belt fastened around his hips. And he's unfastening it.

"Walk to the other side of the desk." 

You swallow thickly and your feet have turned to lead in your heels, but you do as you're told and round the desk with slow, unsteady steps. He'd already tugged his huge black leather chair out of the way so you stand in its place. The belt is loose and in his hands when you look at him again. He doesn't move though and you force yourself to meet his eyes again. There's a question there, a silent one so as not to ruin the mood but it's written plain on his face - is this okay?  

Well… 

Really, you'd prefer a riding crop or a paddle and spreader bars if this was how your night was going to go but you didn't want to tell him that and seem ungrateful. Plus you were starting to suspect that he was purposefully going easier on you than he could have because of your boyfriend's presence less than fifty feet away. 

You chewed at your lip, glancing once again at the thick and sturdy material of the belt. It looked expensive. Probably even real leather. It wasn't a usual belt either, rather than the usual thin metal of the buckle it was the kind that didn't have holes and instead fit into a smooth metal rectangular piece at the end to fasten it. A ratchet belt. 

Maybe he wasn't going easy on you. 

That was fine. 

You nod once, decidedly, and expect him to round the desk. He doesn't. He doesn't move at all actually, and just continues to stare at you. If that wasn't what he wanted then you're admittedly a bit lost. 

"Well?" Chan prompts, impatiently. 

Your lips open but you aren't exactly sure what he wants to hear. It doesn't seem like he's just waiting for your consent anymore. He sighs and toys with the material in his hands. 

"You really are dumb aren't you?" 

Suddenly as though you've let him down somehow, you rush to apologize. "Sorr-" 

"No," He sighs. "It's my fault really for expecting you to actually use the brain in that head of yours. A pretty girl like you shouldn't have to do that, it's probably why you got into sex work anyway. You don't like to think, you like for your head to be empty and your pussy stuffed full of cock." 

You narrow your eyes. "Chan-!"

" Sir . I don't know if you realized but I haven't agreed to anything yet, Y/N. I would have given in if you'd asked me for what you wanted but now I'm annoyed so you're going to beg." 

That was hardly fair ! How were you supposed to figure that out just from him looking at you? 

"That's not-" You start to argue but his grip tightens on the leather in his hands and you close your mouth. 

" Beg for it ." He repeats, and none of the amusement or warmth is left on his face. "I'll spell it out for you to make sure you understand. You're going to beg for me to spank you like the little fucking brat that you are because if you don't then I'm going to do what I said before and I'll fuck you over this desk and use that pretty cunt of yours to get what I want from you and then I'll hand you right over to Changbin who I'm sure will be more than happy to get my sloppy seconds. Don't you think?" 

He wouldn't. They both know that. If Chan wouldn't let you cum from acting like a brat there was no way in hell your boyfriend would after this. 

A moment of charged silence passes as the two of you stare challengingly at each other. Eventually, you huff and drop your gaze to the wood in front of you. Chan wasn't going to give an inch unless you fully backed out and you could recognize when you were fighting a losing battle. 

Besides you'd be lying if you said you weren't so turned on that it was making you dizzy. 

" Please ." It comes out as little more than a whisper and you're too horrifically, mind numbingly humiliated to raise your head as the word slips from your mouth. 

"Louder than that." 

You squeeze your eyes shut. " Please, sir . Please spank me. Teach me a lesson. Make it so I can't sit for a week. Just… I-I need it, please." 

There's no movement. No sound. No shuffling of clothing. Still, when Chan speaks again he sounds impossibly closer. 

"And why should I bother doing that? It's a lot of work to spank naughty brats, you know. I have better things to do." 

It makes you want to cry, it really does. Though you aren't sure if the tears burning at your eyes are from humiliation, desperation, frustration, or some mix of all three. 

" Please-! " You have to stop for a second to catch your breath from where it had gotten thick in your throat. "I-I've been bad. I deserve to be punished. I didn't wear white like you asked just to piss you off. I'm… fuck , I'm a dumb slut, you're right. If you wanted all the guards downstairs to have a turn with me while my boyfriend stands outside, I'd let them. I-I-I'd just a be a-" 

The warmth of the hand brushing against the back of your leg makes you pause, gasping around the rest of the unspoken sentence.

"That's enough," Chan murmurs into your ear from behind you. His fingers roam upward, dragging the hem of your skirt along until it's bunched up above your waist and then the back of your bare thighs rub against his clothed legs as he presses you against the desk. "I don't find that idea nearly as hot as Bin would, but it's nice to hear that you know your place. You belong… to me . And if I tell you to do something, that means you do it ." 

His fingers return to just below your hips likely with the intention of pulling your panties down so they wouldn't get in the way but as he touches the fabric and realizes the lack of it he pauses. 

The chilly air raises goosebumps on your mostly bare ass and thighs when he steps back and takes the warmth of his body heat with him. If your hips push out a bit more toward him to give him a better view, it's entirely by accident. Your body chasing its lost heat, nothing more. 

Chan actually chuckles, an unsettling sound based on his current demeanor and you have to bite your lip hard to keep from smiling even if he can't see your face from this angle. 

"Fucking hell . Does that even count as underwear? It's covering absolutely nothing. Christ ." He spits, actually sounding a little incredulous. He leans over you again, forcing you to bend at the waist over his desk. This time a rough hand slips under the light fabric of your top. Its ascent along your belly and ribs makes you shudder but when the full width of his palm rubs directly over a nipple a moan falls from your lips before you can stop it. Chan laughs again, still sounding a little too unamused to put you at ease and pinches hard at the nipple before pulling away. His other hand is on your back now, pressing down to keep you in the same position bent in half over his desk and face pressed into the cool wood.

The rattle of the metal piece on the belt is deafeningly loud in the quiet and all once it becomes a very singular focus. Not even the feeling of Chan's large hand kneading teasingly at the fat of your ass is enough to distract you from it. You take a deep, steadying, breath to prepare yourself and do your best to relax rather than tense in anticipation. From experience, you knew that would only make it hurt more. 

You get a test slap from the palm of Chan's hand which makes you jolt in surprise and it's all the warning you're given before the belt quickly follows behind. It hits fucking hard , so hard that you cry out at the suddenness and whimper at the dull throb and stinging that it leaves behind. The metal part hadn't been used, but he'd worn the belt for a reason and you doubted it was only because it was fashionable. Still, you'd been anticipating a lighter hit for him to test the strength but for as much as he was hesitating and testing your reactions, he definitely had no intention of being soft with you. But it was mostly the surprise that made you yell, the pain was… delicious and you'd bet that Chan was still holding back a bit. 

" Y/N ." He called, shaking you from your thoughts and basking in the lingering throb. "You know that I hate to repeat myself." 

What? 

Your mind raced suddenly, trying to figure out if you'd missed something that he just said to you but then you remember what he'd wanted and try your best to relax again after the burst of panic. 

" Thank… " Your voice comes out shakier than you want it to so you frown and try again. "Thank you, sir." 

"You're welcome." 

The air moves behind you and it's the only warning you have before he strikes you again. Fuck . The shout that rips from your throat hurts but dulls completely in comparison to the feel of that metal piece slamming right under the cheeks of your ass and landing in the meat of your upper thigh. Your entire body shudders hard against the wood of the desk and you press your forehead down onto the surface as you try to focus your breathing. 

"T-thank you, sir." It comes out as a harsh whisper but it's thankfully loud enough to be heard. 

Chan takes a breath and seems to absent-mindedly run his fingers over the area he'd just struck. "... color?" 

You wonder if he can see how wet this is making you from his angle. 

" Green ." 

His fingers slip away and he mutters something under his breath that you can't quite make out. The crack in the air is loud and makes you flinch but thankfully the metal piece of the belt doesn't hit you again, it still hurts like hell - even worse than the first strike - but you lean into it and huff out another thank you, sir . 

It continues like that for the next three strikes of the belt. Chan continues to hit a carefully measured balance of harder and harder and hits places all over the skin of your ass and you fall blissfully into the world of pleasure-pain digging your nails into the hardwood of the desk. After the sixth strike your skin is burning and radiating heat from where it's definitely turning a deep red. Your boss is quiet as he works, occasionally muttering things under his breath, a heady combination of swears, encouragement, and beratement. He rubs over each spot that he strikes, spreading the pain and easing the sting into a fuller ache that has you quivering between your legs with need. God , you really want him to hurry up with this and fuck you already. 

" Ah! " The shout is out of your mouth and bellowing into the open air before your mind can keep up with what just happened. Arousal always makes it a bit sluggish, but you still register the agony of pain from your backside before putting the pieces together. The metal piece had returned and this time it was aiming specifically at places that were already bruising. "F-fuck, Chan. Jesus , that fucking hu-

The second slam comes out of nowhere, cutting you off midsentence and nearly making you bite your own tongue with the force of it. It wasn't like you had a low pain tolerance or like this was the first time you'd been spanked for your own, and maybe someone else's pleasure, but that one in particular made your eyes well with tears. You grit your teeth and clenched your fists, distantly wondering if that counted or if it was your penance for talking out of turn. If you'd been counting right, and god you hope you had been, there should only be one more- 

" Mmph-! Fuck!! " The tears that had been gathering in your eyes fall freely and you feel so overwhelmed already that it's hard to keep standing. If the desk wasn't so sturdy underneath you it would have been easy to just fall to the floor. A sob forces its way up despite your best efforts to keep it down but the pain was so intense and just radiated from each spot until it soaked into your very muscles. He'd hit you three times in a row with the metal part of the belt, all meticulously placed over areas he'd already hit you so it hurt even more. Nothing happens for a moment and you're left to catch your breath. There are noises sure, but you can't see what's happening or make any sense of it when every fiber of your being is focused on the pain and your desperate need to stop crying. 

"Color?" Chan murmurs from behind you, softly and gently as if he hadn't literally just beaten your ass black and blue. He, at least, has the decency to sound a little winded. 

You swallow, sniffling quietly. The surprise was the worst part of it, you'd really just been startled is all. Maybe comparing his anger to Changbin's wasn't that much of a stretch. If he liked you, you'd hate to see how the man treated people he didn't like. 

Or maybe it would turn you on as much as seeing Changbin angry did. It was hard to tell, really. 

"...G-Green." 

Chan hums and his hands are heavy like weights where they rest just at the sides of your ass. A thumb brushes hard against one of the newly forming bruises that are surely there and you gasp at the sting. 

"Don't start being ungrateful now. What happened to being a good girl for me?" 

It takes a moment to understand and when you do you almost want to laugh. Three spanks. 

"Thank you, thank y-you, thank you… sir ." You manage, just barely able to form the words without stuttering. The motherfucker had pressed harder into the bruise as you spoke and the brush of his pants against the back of your bare thighs was already making your brain go haywire. 

"You took that pretty well. I'm almost impressed." He notes, suddenly draping his chest against your back. You aren't sure what he's doing but he grabs for your arms until he gets both of your wrists clenched in his hands. With nothing else to brace yourself against, you have no choice but to rest your cheek against the wood as your balance is redistributed. The jingle of metal is the only clue you're given but it's already too late at that point. Chan wraps the material of the belt around your captured wrists and pulls so tight that you can't move them and after more seconds of the metal clasp jingling he lets go. You pull at your wrists curiously. They don't move apart at all. The belt must have been pulled as tight as it could possibly go to hold you.

They're pulled back so they rest neatly behind you by the long part of the belt hanging from where it's clasped and you are powerless against the whimper that escapes your throat from the action. 

The belt is pulled tighter, just enough to be slightly uncomfortable before Chan speaks again. "You're not going to cum unless I say you can." 

"Wh-" You want to question it but words suddenly leave you when thick fingers finally trail over your dripping center. The touch makes your head spin after so much buildup, so much fucking foreplay , shit that had started yesterday when you'd been talking to him in the club. The tension had been building up for over a day and now that release is on the horizon you practically go limp and push out your hips further to give him better access. 

His resounding laugh would have embarrassed you in any other circumstance but you were very quickly becoming too desperate for it to care. 

Still despite the cruelty of his laugh, he doesn't just rush forward and plunge into you. Instead, to your surprise, he takes his time working at your clit until you start whining and even then he only starts painstakingly fingering you open. By the time he gets up to three fingers, your patience is dangling on a dangerous precipice. He'd ignored your futile attempts at wiggling your hips and huffing impatiently so there was nothing else to do but be blunt about it. 

" Chan ." You snap. "I'm fine , I don't need this much prep." 

"If you talk to me like that again I'll gag you and get the cane I save for special occasions. That's your only warning." 

It takes every last ounce of your patience to bite down your immediate response and take a deep breath instead. " Sir . Please, just fuck me already." 

"I'll get to it when I think you're ready." He huffs, still keeping the same agonizingly slow pace as he drags the pads of his fingers against the stretched walls of your sex. "I'm not being a dick on purpose. Well, not entirely. I've never met a woman who didn't need at least three fingers for me. Masochistic little shit or not." 

You roll your eyes, glad that you're facing away from him so you aren't punished for it. Men and their gigantic, fucking stupid, ridiculously … 

Big…

Egos…

As if he could hear your thoughts and to prove his point, Chan moves until his crotch - which is mysteriously bare though he was definitely still wearing his pants - presses close against the back of your thigh. He must have released his cock from where it had been straining in the inside of his boxers because you can clearly feel the heat, velvety texture, and wet head of it against your skin. And is he the biggest that you'd ever had? No. You'd worked in the sex industry for years and had plenty of well endowed men but like… fuck was it even fair that someone as hot as him was hung like a god damn horse? 

He wasn't going to win any awards for it but he definitely had the right to brag about it. 

Holy shit. If he was trying to let you feel the size of him in hopes of keeping you patient that had absolutely backfired and now you were practically drooling for it, head completely empty save for the thought of that cock getting inside you - now . 

"S-sir, please , please! Oh my god ." You pant. "Please!" 

"You're lucky I have things to do or I could listen to you beg all night." Chan teases, finally retracting his fingers. He slaps your ass for good measure, making you whine loudly and you hear the glorious sound of a condom wrapper crinkling in his hands. "Make sure to be extra loud for your boyfriend." 

Then, finally, finally he shifts and starts to enter you. Did he maybe have a point about the three fingers? Sure. But as your body adjusted to the weight, length, and girth of him even the slight burn felt sinfully good. 

" Ah , fuck, god ." You moan, delirious already. 

The first thrust is a firm roll of the hips that slots your hips more firmly against the edge of the desk and without any way to gain purchase on the surface with your hands tied behind your back you end up feeling a lot more like a sex doll than a person with the way you slide against the surface. That, unfortunately, turns you on even more and knocks the wind from your chest leaving you slightly breathless, a little achy from the strain on your shoulders, and a little out of your head from the harsh treatment. It's a wonderful mixture, expertly crafted even. 

When Chan's hips move again, he's undoubtedly over the games and has every intention of following through on his promise tonight. You can only hope it's the one where he makes you scream and not the one where he leaves you high and dry. He sets an immediately brutal pace, and not the kind where someone is obviously just trying to fuck as hard and as fast as he can, he sets an experienced pace. He's big, bigger than most of your partners so he doesn't have to do that much to make you start shaking underneath him. Still, he focuses on your reactions and when you moan louder at a different angle he adjusts immediately and slams his hips into the spot with the ease of someone that works out too much in their freetime and actually has the stamina for rough sex like this. But there's a finesse to it, not just him thrusting wildly, he's meticulous about a lot of things so it makes sense that he'd be a perfectionist with this too. He builds a rhythm that you can follow even at the fast pace. In fact, it reminds you a bit of a sex machine with how cyclical it is and you'd find it pretty funny if it wasn't currently making a complete wreck out of you. 

" Aaaah, f-fuck! Chan! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" You wail incoherently. With not even your hands at your disposal to have some semblance of control, you're forced to submit entirely to him and give him the full reigns. He's holding the belt around your hands still, tugging on them like a leash and keeping you from being fucked across the whole surface of the desk from how brutally he's fucking into you. 

The growling noises you can hear from behind you at his exertion makes you long for his face desperate to see his expression. But he reaches around with his free hand to toy with your clit again and thoughts of everything else blur again in your head. 

You're definitely being loud, you know that, but you're also getting close. Really close. So close, you can't help the spasms of your inner walls as the release approaches like a steam train. 

Though, you don't scream until Chan pinches at your clit. Hard . So hard it brings tears to your eyes all over again and the pleasure-pain wracks through you like a seismic event. It gives you a headache trying to sort the sensations, because he's still fucking you like his life depends on it and it's so much , completely overwhelming. Your tears gather until they fall with an unheard splatter onto the grain of the wood. 

Your entire body shudders when he slowly releases the pinch and returns to rubbing ruthlessly at it, throwing you in further chaos. 

"I can still leave you like this, Y/N." Chan threatens darkly. "I told you not to cum until I say you can." 

Did he? You can't even remember anymore. Your brain had short circuited what feels like ages ago now. Still, the last thing you want is for any of this to stop so you take your best bet and start begging. 

It's difficult to manage your mouth feeling like cotton and not biting your tongue due to an ill timed thrust but eventually you get the hang of it again. " S-sir! I can't! I can't hold it, please , let me cum. Please, please, please !" 

"Hmm." Chan hums, somehow managing to sound so unaffected you could be led to believe that he was lifting weights casually rather than fucking someone over his desk. Your open mouth is creating a pool of drools that's mixing with your tears on the surface. His hand is still insistently working over your pussy, drawing you closer to the edge again unfairly despite his warning of what would happen if you got there too early. 

" Sir is getting a little boring. How about you scream Chris… and I'll think about it?" 

Chris . Something about that felt important but nothing was more important than finally reaching the edge you'd been dangling off of. 

"Chris!" You echo immediately. " Chris! F-fuck me, come on please! I've been good haven't I? Let me cum, please! " 

Something about his demeanor changes at the name and the distant way that he'd been holding you softens. His grip on the belt eases and he leans down further to smother your back, pressing kisses through your clothes and up your back until he reaches the nape of your neck. The pace of his thrusts slow but he toys even more fervently at your clit as you're somewhat embraced by him. He's still fucking you within an inch of your life but the circular movement of his hips is deeper now more like he's trying to coax every last drop of pleasure that he can from you. For you. It doesn't really matter, the point is that the shift makes pleasure burn down your nerves and you have to bite your lip to keep from toppling over before he says so but it's torturous how deeply he's fucking into you. 

" Chris…" You weep again, desperately. 

" Yeah ," He groans, voice cracking just a little at the vowel. "You can cum pretty girl. Just for me." 

Like a rubber band that's been stretched too tight, it's all the confirmation your body needs really and you snap, plummeting right off the edge a few seconds later. It's so fast and so sudden and so intense that you shake and sob and yell into it as you're completely engulfed in the waves of pleasure that spark and ignite like a roaring inferno all the way down your spine. 

~` 

When you open your eyes again you're still bent over the desk and the front of your pelvis aches with fresh bruises from how hard you'd been pounded against it. Something's changed though, like time has passed or something but you can't quite put your finger on it. You shift, trying to stand straight again with a hiss of discomfort but a widely splayed hand at the center of your back keeps you still. 

"Do you always pass out like that after sex or should I feel special?" Chan questions, smile obvious in his tone. Now that you're more aware of your surroundings you suddenly realize that he's sitting in his chair behind you and rubbing something that smells loudly of eucalyptus over the bruised skin of your ass with shocking gentleness. 

You scoff, but it comes out too weak to be believable. "I only fall asleep during sex if I'm bored." 

"Oh ho," Chan mocks, applying a cold glob of whatever he was using to the area on your upper thigh that hurts like a bitch when he touches it. "So I should be offended, understood." 

"What are you doing?" You ask instead of continuing the fake insults. 

"Applying some ointment so these don't bruise too badly. Wouldn't want you to not be able to sit for a week. But maybe you'd be into that and it would just be distracting. Either way." He snickers and you roll your eyes. It hadn't been that bad. "I put some on your wrists too, they were chaffing a little." 

Now that he mentions it, you realize your wrists had been unbound. You flex your fingers and stretch your arms in front of you as you stand, forcing him to stop applying the cream. Without looking directly at him, you pull your skirt back up to regain a little bit of decency and sigh as you stretch out the stiffness in your back. 

"You alright?" Chan asks, a bit too much concern in his voice for your liking as though he'd suddenly realized that you might be more fragile than he expected. You only barely stop yourself from rolling your eyes. 

" Chris? " You ask instead, fixing him with a bewildered stare. That had kind of come out of nowhere. 

He grins as if he knows that cute fucking dimple will disarm you. It does, but you'd rather die than tell him that. "It's my English name. I only let people that are really close to me use it. I thought it would help with Changbin." 

You stare at him for a moment, unable to keep from recalling how much his demeanor had changed when you called him that. Given what you'd learned about Chan's feelings regarding you tonight, you were suddenly able to put your finger on why it had always felt like such a bad idea to approach your boss like this after you got together with Changbin. He might have left in the past and he might have no intention of doing anything about it… but he had feelings for you. That much was obvious and as the silence continued it became more apparent to both of you that you weren't buying his bullshit.

It would probably be for the best if this was a one time thing.  

Dropping his gaze, Chan stands and screws the lid closed on an expensive looking jar of ointment before setting it down on his desk. You do wonder how often he actually needs to use that he keeps it accessible here. No matter how much bullshit he was trying to sell you, you definitely weren't going to be led to believe that he didn't fuck around any less than time permitted. 

"It's getting late, let's get you back so I can clean up in here and finish my work for the night." He says, walking past you and leading you back into the main living space. You follow him on slightly wobbly legs but you can walk so you're counting that as a win. Though, you have no idea of how long you've even been here. 

He pauses a few feet away from the door, just far enough that if you talk quietly it probably wouldn't be heard. That fact doesn't go unnoticed by you. 

"Thank you for tonight, Chan." You say, taking care to use the name that he'd told you to use when he'd introduced himself as your new boss. 

If it bothers him it doesn't show and he smiles easily. "Sure. Good luck with Changbin. Like I said before, I couldn't imagine being in his shoes right now. If the roles were reversed I'd probably break all his fingers and then feed him his dick." 

You snort and the silence that descends is a little heavier than before. Chan clears his throat and walks the last few steps to the door, opening it for you and effortlessly slipping back into the role of Bang Chan, your boss who had always put you on edge to be around. The amiable warmth from earlier was gone and though he still had an easy smile on his face it seemed a bit more forced than it had before. 

"Goodnight, Y/N." He smirks and you pass by him back out into the staircase. 

"Goodnight." You echo in response, catching sight of Changbin who looked every bit like a stone structure in the same place you'd left him. 

Chan glances at him too. "You can go for the night, Bin, thanks. I'll have someone else come up." 

Released from his duty, the stone status comes slowly back to life and he moves stiffly as he comes to stand by you. The hand he snakes around your waist is tight on your hip. 

With a final wave, Chan nods to you both with a carefully crafted smirk and then turns back inside and closes the door behind him. 

"Hey Binnie!" You coo, leaning into him. It hadn't even been that long since you'd seen him last and you genuinely already missed him. "I hope we didn't take too long. I don't even know what time it is." 

Yes, Chan was right about one thing, Changbin is definitely pissed off. You get a grunt in response before he starts walking downstairs, forcing you to either let him lead you or have to struggle to get out of his grasp. You don't mind it though, you could use the steadying touch, and let him walk you across the living room where there are still guards loitering about not nearly as much as before. A few give you coy looks as you pass, a few look utterly bewildered and you know in that moment that everyone down here had heard you. 

You smirk back at the stares and bask in the attention as you leave. 

~`

The car ride back to your shared apartment with Changbin had been… tense to say the least. 

He was definitely upset but you couldn't tell where he was on the anger scale enough to figure if you were close to winning or not. You'd thought that he would snap the moment you got back home but even with the guards you passed whispering and staring, he hadn't said a word and instead got settled in on the couch and continued watching he was watching before you'd left earlier. 

Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on who you asked, you looked about as much of a mess as you felt. 

If Changbin wasn't going to do anything immediately then the least you could do is get in a shower as quickly as possible. So you did, and now you were basking in the cleansing warmth of the steam and hot water as it washed the night's events from you. Even with the cream the shower still stung horribly against the bruising on your ass and you vaguely wondered - too late - if it should have been washed off this early. 

You weren't given much time to think about it though because the shower stall door suddenly opened and in a cool breeze of air your boyfriend appeared with it. 

"I wasn't sure at first but tonight made it crystal clear." He announced, as if you were somehow supposed to understand what the hell he was talking about. You wanted to turn to look at him but he'd already stepped too close to you to actually look at him properly. 

You frowned. "Wha-"

"You're trying to fuck with me aren't you?" Changbin concludes, and though he sounds calm there's an intensity in his voice that you've never heard before. "You've been doing nothing but trying to rile me up and act like a total brat for the past few weeks. I thought I was fucking imagining it but Chan? Crystal fucking clear now."

He was hard. You could feel the bulge of him brushing just against the outside of your thigh.

"Guilty." You admit easily. It's not like you'd been trying to be discreet. "What are you gonna do about it Binnie?"

"What am I… gonna do?" He echoes and there's something so dark about the way he says it like he's on the precipice of losing his temper completely that you can't help but shudder.

He moves closer, letting the nude length of him rub more fully against the wet skin of your thigh. 

"You're not fooling me, I know how much you love daddy's cock. So, I'm gonna make you beg for it. When you get tired of playing around and have had your fun and get desperate for me again like I know you will."

His words are dripping with sin and spilling the dark, sticky tar of desire right into your ear. He's got a hand on himself now, so close to you that it makes saliva gather and thicken right in your throat, making it hard to breathe. The slippery slapping of skin on skin is blasphemous loud in the confines of the shower stall where it echoes like a heavenly choir. 

"And I'm gonna make you fucking beg on your hands and knees for it. And …"

He grunts, tugging harder at his length. You want to move, see his expression, look down at what's happening just millimeters away from your leg but you're frozen - trapped in the web of lust he's spun around you and waiting for the final venomous sting. 

"I sure hope you've been keeping track of how many orgasms you've let Minho, Jisung, Felix, Jeongin, and Chan steal from me. Because after you've begged for forgiveness for being such an annoying fucking brat to me," He pauses to let a moan slip from his lips, and you can tell he's getting close. 

"I'm going to take every single fucking one back. And that's already at least five , baby, do you really think you can take more than that?"

You were glad the question was rhetorical because you still couldn't find any words to respond with. Your thoughts were going fuzzy at the edges, especially when he groaned again and his hand, rapidly moving up and down the length of his hard cock knocked several times into your leg as he brought himself to completion. He groaned again and his hips stuttered once and then once more and his breath caught- 

And then he was spilling his load all over the skin of your leg, painting you with it like an original Pollock piece. He hadn't even touched you and you already felt close from the circumstances alone. 

When he caught his breath again and stopped rubbing the wet head of his cock against your leg, he delivered the final blow. 

"Don't play games you can't win, baby. I'm a patient man, you are not a patient woman. So, we'll see just how long you keep this shit up."

He leaves then, opening and closing the shower door behind him with a resolute thud and you're alone in the space once again. You gasp for breath once he's gone, blinking rapidly and trying to shake off the hazy cloud of lust that he'd left behind. 

That was… not how you were expecting that to go. Still, patience had never been your best virtue but you were way more stubborn than him. He would crack first, you could guarantee it.

Chapter Text

I stand out right, I know

"Baby." 

"Baby, wake up." 

You're roused from your sleep by a strong hand shaking you awake and the soft voice of your boyfriend. It takes a minute to even recognize your surroundings and understand who you're looking at - Binnie, of course - but you'd been sleeping so hard that you hadn't even been dreaming, just unconscious. Yesterday had truly worn you the fuck out. 

Yawning, you open your eyes fully and sit up in the bed. You look at Chanbin again and suddenly find yourself very confused. It's still dark in the room and outside too from the looks of it yet Changbin is completely dressed head to toe in black. Something was going on, you could see it on his face, you just wished that your brain could shake off the hazy fog of sleep so you could put the clues together faster. He didn't normally wake you if he had to get up early and go somewhere, he'd just leave you a text and call you later in the day. This was weird and you didn't like it one bit. 

"Bin? What's… what's going on?" You ask instead, fighting back another yawn as you rub at the crust that had built up on your eyes. 

"It's Felix." He states gravely. "I have to go." 

Now that shakes the fog off and makes your heart jump painfully in your chest. Terror grips you so suddenly that you can barely get your mouth to work right as you lean forward and grab at Changbin's arm. 

"W-what?! What happened to Felix? Bin, what the fuck is going on?" 

Changbin sighs and it's clear that although he isn't as panicked as you, he was just as worried. "There was a deal last night. Felix ran it with Seungmin and some fuckers got the drop on them. It was a trap. Lix caught a stray bullet and he's not dead, but I don't know any more than that." 

The dread that sinks low in your gut is enough to make you nauseated and light headed. The thought of someone hurting Felix felt like some kind of fucked up war crime. He was too bright, too sweet, too caring to ever be hurt. It made rage burn in your chest too and you hoped that Bin was rushing off to go show whoever hurt Felix what happened when you messed with their little sunshine. Although, that did beg another question. 

You narrow your eyes. "Do you know who it was? Chan told me that those assholes from my old gang are out and about again trying to get revenge. Why didn't you tell me?" 

Changbin sighs heavily and leans in close to press a kiss to your forehead, lingering in a way that makes you wonder just how worried about this whole situation he was. When he finally pulls away he gathers your hands in his own and kneels down to look you in the eye. 

"I didn't want you to worry. Clearly I overestimated their survival instincts. Chan is already losing his shit… Listen, I have to go. I know you were planning to do your shopping for the club today and I don't want to tell you not to go and keep you locked up in here. I'm going to be busy and although you usually take Jisung when I can't come with you, I want to take Seungmin instead. He said he got a good look at these dipshits, he can tell me if he sees any of them today." 

You blink owlishly at him. "You think they're going to target me?" 

The extra security at the club had been one thing but assigning you a body guard was something else entirely. When you brought Jisung with you, it was for safety - sure, but it was also to make him carry the heavy shit that you bought. He wasn't there to guard you. 

Changbin sighs again and stands. 

"I don't know. I think they're acting too stupid to be predictable right now. Better safe than sorry. I gotta get going, I love you."

"I love you too." You mutter, not meaning it any less than usual, but distracted by your past literally coming to haunt your present. 

Bin nods and slips out the door with a final warning, "Stay close to Seungmin." 

Shit . This was not good. 

~`

If you thought that things were tense before , now the atmosphere was so stiff with anger and stress that it was thick in the air like humidity. You hadn't even left your apartment yet and you could feel that everyone in the building was just waiting for the other shoe to drop. It was quieter than normal, eerily still like winter, even in the middle of the summer. 

You'd gotten ready for the day slowly, hating the way that the dread continued to sit like dead weight in your gut making you feel sick and honestly - in no mood to go out at all. You wanted to just crawl back into bed and fall back asleep and wake up again so all this could just be one bad dream. But if there was one thing that you'd learned, it was that running and hiding from your problems did nothing but make you feel worse. So, you put on a cute outfit - one that showed a little more skin that usual, and did your best to act like it was any other day. And like you weren ' t terrified of your phone ringing and hearing that Felix had died on the other end of it. 

Your hand trembles at the thought, smudging the lipstick you were putting on. Swearing, you fix it quickly, and shove the thought away from your mind. Felix would be fine. He had to be. 

A knock at the door was a welcomed distraction and you rush to put your shoes on as you head toward it. 

Seungmin was standing there when you opened the door, looking more like a rock formation than normal. Somehow you'd completely forgotten that he was supposed to be going with you today. Which meant that you'd be alone with him most of the day. Which… meant that the perfect distraction had presented itself on your doorstep like Santa himself was delivering presents early. 

"Let's get this over with." He sighs, already seeming exhausted. You hadn't even said a word to him yet. Poor thing. 

You pout. "What? Not even a good morning? That's not cute at all." 

He sighs again. You give him an indiscrete once over and realize that you could probably count the amount of times you'd seen him out of uniform on one hand. He was clearly intending to not draw any attention to himself but you were going to end up staring at him all day. Who knew he could look so good in a jean jacket with his hair pushed back out of his face? It was a far cry from the usual suit he usually wore.

"Stop ogling me like I'm a piece of meat." He snaps. "I haven't slept in two days and I'm not in the mood for your antics today. You may have everyone else wrapped around your finger, but not me. I don't want anything to do with you and I don't want any part in whatever messed up shit you're doing with Changbin. I'm doing my job and that's it. Let's go ." 

You raise an eyebrow. Someone was feeling very grumpy today. "Yes, sir ." 

Seungmin rolls his eyes at the clear teasing in your voice and sets off down the hallway. You snicker and hurry to lock the door behind you on your way out before following behind him. 

"Have you eaten yet?" You wonder, falling into step beside him. He presses the button and then turns to you with a scowl. 

"Is that some kind of euphemism? Are you about to tell me you need to get laid ? Save it." 

With a smile, you shake your head. "Nope, honest question. I'm starving, but we can grab something on the way if you've eaten already." 

He grunts then, turning back to the elevator as it opens. He steps inside without answering and you step in beside him. If he hadn't slept in two days and had been busy with whatever shit had unfolded last night before coming to get you, it didn't seem like he'd had a lot of opportunity to grab something to eat. You huff, his silence as clear of an answer as you're going to get. 

"You've got to take better care of yourself, Seungie-" 

You paused, realizing that the nickname was a little too close to what you called Jisung. 

"Min-" 

Nope, Minnie wouldn't do either. What the hell? Why had it never occurred to you to give Seungmin a nickname before? You gave everyone a nickname. 

"Knock it off. We'll stop to get breakfast first. I'm choosing where." 

You bite your lip, thinking quickly. Ah! "Okay, sweetie!" 

He groans and you resist the urge to tease him further with the nickname. For as mean as he was to you, you'd just treat him twice as kindly. Though you still had no idea why he was always so annoyed with you in the first place. Maybe you'd find out today. 

The elevator doors opened, revealing the busier than usual lobby. As you expected, that same cloying dread filled the air down here too and even though there was a hum of conversation in the air it was low and quiet as if speaking too loudly would cause something terrible to happen. It made you far too aware of the pit that had opened in your gut. 

Seungmin led you to the parking garage, taking you to one of the black cars that you knew was usually used to chauffeur Changbin and Chan around. It was a discrete car, expensive enough without screaming opulence unlike the cars in Chan's personal garage at his house. The garage was full of similar vehicles for company use. It was dangerous to drive personal cars too often, too much association with your face and the car you drove was a recipe for disaster. 

You should have been less surprised when Seungmin didn't even open the door for you before sliding into the driver's seat. Still you snorted at the blatant lack of chivalry and got in by yourself. It's not that you expected it, you did have two functioning arms and legs and could let yourself into the car on your own but you'd gotten a little used to Changbin treating you like a princess. Whatever. At this point it seemed like you were just lucky Seungmin had shown up in the first place. 

He drove out of the parking lot, leaving the radio off, and plunged the two of you into a silence that wasn't entirely uncomfortable but you felt the urge to break it nonetheless. 

"Do you know how Felix is doing? What happened?" 

Seungmin shifts uneasily in his seat. Everyone was protective of Felix. He just had that effect on people, though it was nice to see that Seungmin wasn't immune to it either. 

"He was shot in the shoulder. If I hadn't seen it coming he'd probably be dead. If Hyunjin was there instead they'd probably both be dead." 

Huh, you didn't know that Seungmin could talk about anyone else besides you with that much disdain in his voice. 

"What's your problem with Hyunjin?" You ask, trying not to sound nearly as curious about it as you are. From the glare Seungmin sends you, you aren't sure that you were successful.  

"None of your business." He snaps and that's the end of that. At least you were a little less worried about Felix. A gunshot wound was nothing to ignore but at least he hadn't been hit in any vital organs. Maybe if he was doing alright you could stop by to see him tomorrow. 

The car is silent once again and you entertain yourself by watching Seungmin drive. You didn't know much about his role in the gang other than his guard duties. Though, whenever people mentioned anything about cars Seungmin's name did tend to pop up, plus you knew from Felix that they usually worked together for drug deals and other black market sales. But expectedly, he was hyper focused and vigilant on his task as usual. He keeps his head on a swivel and glances all over the road, checking the rear view mirrors constantly. It's kind of attractive actually how diligent he is. You can't help but wonder if he's like that in every aspect of his life - focused and competent. He's probably good in bed. It'd be a real shame if he wasn't. 

"Then what's your problem with me?" You ask instead, still unabashedly staring at him. "That's my business." 

He doesn't miss a beat. "No. Actually it's not. Because nothing about me is your business." 

"I think I deserve to know why someone doesn't like me." 

"You don't deserve anything," He retorts cruelly. "Everything just gets handed to you." 

Ignoring the jab, since it was nothing you hadn't heard before, you read further into it and smirk. 

"Ah, I see. So you want me to work for you, sweetie. I can do that!" 

"Oh my god ." He groans and shakes his head, clearly deciding that he was done talking to you. That was fine. He'd given you the tiniest centimeter. You could work with that. He was about to be very, very annoyed with you. 

~`

After a little while longer of driving, he turns into the parking lot of what looks to be a cozy diner. Which was great, because you were seriously starving. You didn't eat much of the food Chan had bought the night before and you were starting to think that the nauseous pit in your stomach was hunger. Maybe eating would make you feel better. Seungmin parks, backing in meticulously. Probably so that you could leave quickly if you needed to and got out of the car, heading to the restaurant entrance immediately without a single regard for you. That was fine. He was going to be stuck with you all day whether he liked it or not. You were like a shark with the scent of blood in the water, there was a way to crack him - you were sure of it. 

When you finally did get out of the car and into the restaurant, Seungmin was waiting in a short line to be seated. He didn't so much as glance in your direction when you came to a stop beside him, so in retaliation you squished into his side and grabbed for his hand. He went still as a board at the touch. 

"Have you been here before, sweetie?" You wonder, blinking up innocently at him. He fixes you with a look so scathing it could curdle milk. 

"Yes. Get off of me. " He hisses. 

You release him easily, not wanting to actually piss him off on accident, and busy yourself with looking around while you wait. Eventually the server leads you to an empty booth next to a window. Surprisingly though, when the server asks what you wanted to drink Seungmin speaks up instead. 

"Water. And can we order now if that's alright?"

You look between him and the server in confusion. The server nods though and flips a page on their tablet to write the order down. 

"We'll have two breakfast specials. No pancakes, replace it with toast, please. Thanks." 

You manage to hold your tongue until the server walks away and then finally voice your confusion. 

"Ordering for me? That's oddly presumptuous of you."

Seungmin fixes you with an unimpressed stare. "So is you thinking that you can manipulate whoever you want by spreading your legs." 

"Ouch," You grin. "Kitty has claws." 

"I don't have all day to babysit you. I've been here before, I know the menu, and I'm paying for it. If you don't like what I got you - don't eat it." 

The snickers come out of your mouth before you can stop them. "Aww, sweetie, you're so kind for taking care of me. How could I ever just assume you'd pay for me when you know I make my own money?" 

Seungmin rolls his eyes. "Sure, and what did Chan promise to give you this time now that you finally slept with him? Another club?" 

Was Seungmin always this much of a bitch to you or was he just in that bad of a mood today? It was hard to tell right now. 

"Actually," You start, forcing the easygoing smile to stay on your face so he couldn't tell he was upsetting you. "Minnie talked Chan into letting me have the club. And I didn't even have to suck him off first. Because, you know, some people just care about me, no sex required. It's not such a far-fetched concept." 

As if on cue, your phone rings from your back pocket. You quickly abandon the conversation and hurry to grab it thinking that it might be your boyfriend checking in on you or giving you some important update. It wasn't though, actually it was Jisung. Still, you picked up quickly just in case. 

"Hi Sungie," You greet, and nearly laugh out loud at the immediately pissed expression on Seungmin's face.  

"Hey Y/N! I assume Bin filled you in but-"

The server approached with your food and drinks, distracting Seungmin, and you struggled to focus on what Jisung was saying. 

"-got shot? I mean that's crazy! They're nuts. Anyway, what time do you want me to come pick you up?" There was odd babbling in the background that you couldn't really make out although the voice definitely sounded familiar. 

"Pick me up?" You echo in confusion. 

"Yeah! For shopping since Bin's busy. If he thinks it's a good idea for you to go. You're not on house arrest are you? I could bring by some movies to pass the time instead." 

" -movie!? She promised… with me… but we never get to it… always… hand in my pants-" 

"Sungie? Who is that in the background?"

"Oh!" There was some commotion and shuffling on the line before he spoke again. "I was stopping by to see how Lix was doing! He's good, by the way, they got him all stitched up. Don't know how well his arm will work when it heals but it's still attached. He's just super high on pain meds." 

You scoff, forcing yourself to laugh rather than cry. "Can you put him on the phone for a sec?" 

"Yeah, sure!" Jisung agrees easily. "Don't say I didn't warn you though."

The conversation between the two of them was muttered and too far away from the phone to make out any words so you turned your attention to your food instead. Well… Seungmin did say he wanted breakfast. You weren't expecting that to mean a huge omelet with hashbrowns and bacon and sausage and two huge pieces of toast on the side paired with a little bowl full of cutely cut pieces of fruit that seemed strangely disproportionate, but you didn't want to be ungrateful. Seungmin was already digging in, double fisting a fork full of eggs on one hand and a piece of toast in the other. He was watching you with a curious tilt of his eyebrow. 

"Jisung's with Felix." You explain and he nods but continues to watch you with the same curious expression. So you add, "He's fine apparently. Don't worry." 

Apparently that had been what he was waiting for because he nods again and continues eating like he was training for a contest. 

" -where is she!? You said she was here!" 

"Felix, oh my god, she's here on the phone, take the phone." 

"What?" 

"Just! Here. Speak." 

"He… hello?" 

To hear his voice was like sunshine on a rainy day. You immediately smile even as tears burn at your eyes. "Hey Lixxie. How are you?" 

"Oh, Y/N you're here! I almost- I almost died! My shoulder hurts so bad. Jisung promised you'd kiss it better. When are you going to? It hurts." 

"Um, I have some business today but I can come see you tomorrow morning? How's that? Can you make it til then?" 

"C-can I have more than a kiss?" 

"I wish I was recording this so I could use it as blackmail later."

Ignoring Jisung, your smile stretches. "Of course, Lixxie. You can have whatever you want." 

"Good. Because… Because they shot me in my good arm, my right arm. If I can't use it how am I supposed to jerk off? And your hand… feels so good wrapped around me. Can you do it for me?" 

Jisung outright cackles far too close to the phone and you couldn't help giggling quietly yourself. This was exactly why 'Felix the lightweight', didn't drink very often. 

"Of course." You promise."But why are you thinking about that when you almost died?" 

"Because I almost died!" 

There's more movement on the phone and Felix's voice gets quieter and Jisung takes it from him.

"We get it, Lix. He's been talking about you for like an hour. You really probably should come see him tomorrow." 

"I will." You nod and start eating when you notice that Seungmin is already halfway done with his own food already. Was he even swallowing? 

"So what time? Do you want me to come now?" 

"Huh?" It takes a moment to remember what he'd been talking about a minute ago. "Oh! No. Bin didn't tell you? I'm out already with Seungmin. He thought it'd be safer." 

" Eugh ," Jisung mock groans. "You want me to come save you?"  

The gesture is sweet. "No, I don't need any saving from Seungmin." 

At the mention of his name, Seungmin looks up from his plate with a glare. 

"Okay, well don't let him get-"

"Sungie, I have to go. Sweetie gets grumpy when I don't give him my full attention." 

"Wha-?"

You hung up quickly, not wanting to spend too much time talking to Jisung at this very moment. It could ruin your plans. You'd give him a call back later on when you were free. Probably when you got back home tonight because there was no doubt in your mind that you'd be lucky if you saw your boyfriend at all in the next few days. They weren't going to rest until they got vengeance for Felix and while they were at it they'd probably put this whole resurgence business to bed as well. None of that was going to happen overnight. 

You shovel some of the omelet into your mouth and nod in approval. 

"This is good, sweetie, thanks." 

~` 

"Is this really necessary?" Seungmin asks yet again as he huffs behind you, carrying a full shop palette of items. 

Breakfast had gone decently well once you both knew for certain that Felix was going to be fine. Seungmin had stopped being so on edge and took most of your probing and teasing comments in stride without the need to insult you at every turn so you took that as a good sign. He was still a little snippy but… well to be honest, he was right before, you did think he needed to get laid. 

" Extremely ." You answer, grinning at him in response. He huffs and opens the trunk to set the palette down with the rest of the treasures you'd collected so far in your shopping adventure. Fifty boxes of individual lube packets in four different flavors were taking up the backseat, but the twenty boxes of dental dams, an entire rack of edible underwear, five pairs of fuzzy cuffs, eighteen packages of douche solution because it was all the store had, and of course a new vibrator just for you were stuffed into the trunk. 

"What on earth do you need this many condoms for?" Seungmin demands, heaving the huge pallet into the car. "I have never been so embarrassed in my life. The woman at the counter wouldn't stop laughing." 

You snort, lightly smacking him on the ass as you pass to get into the passenger seat. "She's an old friend. She was laughing at you, sweetie. Because you were blushing like a high school boy. Let's make one more stop by the mall to grab Felix something as a get well soon gift." 

Seungmin swore and slammed the trunk down. He was still blushing when he got into the driver's seat and pointedly avoided looking at you. 

"I sure hope you don't actually think that all of those are for me. " You can't help but tease him more when he's this flustered. He's rivaling Innie for cuteness right about now and you're not about to sit idly by and let the moment pass. 

Seungmin clears his throat and throws the car into drive. "How should I know?"

"Nope! I prefer a condomless experience. It's messier that way and I love when I can feel cum dripping out of me and I can just reach down and-" 

" Okay!" Seungmin cries. "I fucking get it. Stop it already." 

You smirk and let him sit in his embarrassment for a little while longer.  

"It's for the club." You correct, finally. "You do know there's a part of it that's a sex club right? I manage the ladies and make sure they have everything that they need." 

You're half expecting him to shut you down again but you're met with total silence. Turning your gaze away from the road, you sneak a glance at him. He's not paying you any mind and is instead staring hard at the rear view mirror. 

"Sweetie, what is it?" 

Nothing. Another beat passes and your anxiety rises. 

" Seungmin. What is it?" 

At that, he rubs a hand across his jaw and relaxes a little. "There's a car. I feel like I keep seeing it… I'm probably imagining that though. We've been driving all over the city. What are the odds… nevermind. It's nothing." 

"... Okay." You mutter, glancing around at the cars that you can see behind you. "You sure?"

"Yeah." Seungmin nods. "Where are we going? The mall you said? I'm about to miss the turn."

He maneuvered across the lanes of the road to the right to make the turn but you couldn't stop looking behind you to try to figure out what it was that had put him on edge. You didn't see anything though but something told you not to be comforted by that. 

~`

"What do you mean you don't know what to get him?" Seungmin demands, sounding so exhausted you almost feel bad that you'd kept him so long. But your shopping trips took time. What were you supposed to do about it? You'd visited several stores in the mall already and had finally found a promising kids store with a decent selection of stuffed animals. "Just get him a card or something and let's get going."

"I can't just get him a card. I want to get him something special." You sigh, inspecting a stuffed fox. It wasn't nearly cute enough though so you put it back on the shelf. Thankfully, it was still pretty early on a weekday and the store wasn't crowded with children so you could look at your leisure. "Like a plushie or something delicious to eat, although he honestly sounded too high to even taste food. Oh, actually, sorry. I know you get jealous easily. Did you want anything? Do you like plushies?" 

The look of disgust on his face made your smile wobble as you fought to hold back a laugh. 

"I bet you do," You say, poking at his cheek. "I bet you like all kinds of cute things. I wouldn't be surprised if you're even cuter than Felix when you stop being such a grump."

He rolls his eyes. "What is there to be jealous about? You'll have sex with anyone." 

"Sure." You shrug. "I mean it was my job for a time, sweetie. But I don't enjoy sex with everyone. Those people are special. You could be special too." 

"Does it even count as being special when the list is twenty people long?" He snaps, eyes blazing with fury. "I mean I really don't get it. Everyone just drools over you and worships at your feet because you give them a little attention. What's so special about you ? Nothing. It pisses me off. Half the time you don't even have to try and someone's willing to sell their kidney for a kiss."

Your eyes widen. It's the most he's said to you all day. He genuinely seemed upset about this. All this time you've been trying to figure out why he was always so annoyed by you and this was why? When you'd first met him Minho had already been smitten with you and he'd witnessed first hand as you crept into the hearts of all of his friends and then his boss and his boss's boss on top of that. Though, it was true, he didn't seem to be outright jealous when you were talking about Felix or even earlier when you were talking to Jisung. He wasn't monopolizing them, it wasn't a "they're my friends, not yours " situation. But if that wasn't it then what the fuck was he so pissy about? 

"Come on, Seungmin! You never drink with us. It's my birthday ! Please?" Jisung was begging, barely holding onto his sixth drink of the night and slurring his words. 

Minho looked on fondly, still sipping on a glass of wine. The venue was one of the lounges owned by the gang, closed for the night by Chan as a gift for Jisung. Well, part of the gift, the rest of the gift was you and some of the other girls you worked with and full access to the bar. Felix was here too and you had no doubts that it was him that had brought along the weed that he and Changbin were smoking, the line of cocaine that Jisung had just bumped, and the molly that a few of the other guests were passing around. 

It was an inclusive party, full of Chan's close inner circle and a few of his best guards that had shrugged out of uniform for the night. You'd been honored to be invited and had happily been glued to Jisung's lap as the rest of the girls sidled up to some of the other members. There were only two of you at Chan's table. You and one of the other girls that had been squished between Changbin and Chan. You were happy with Jisung, since the two of you were unlikely friends, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't at least a little jealous of her. 

Seungmin had appeared to deliver some message to Changbin but once he'd tried to leave, Jisung had started throwing a fit. You wished he'd just leave it alone. Seungmin had hated you since the moment he met you and usually glared openly at you and tonight was no different. Though you got the feeling that he was upset by more than just you tonight. 

"No, I'm leaving." Seungmin said with a roll of his eyes. 

Jisung launched into further hysterics, bouncing you around in his lap as he sulked. "But it's my birthday ! And I want you to let loose for once. You're so fucking uptight all the time! Would it kill you to just relax?" 

You didn't even know the man that well but you could tell that Seungmin had just gone from annoyed to actually becoming angry. His fists clenched. 

"Hey," Chan interjected, suddenly scowling. "Lay off, Ji. You know this isn't Seungmin's scene. Don't make him suffer just for your amusement." 

"But-" Jisung started, still whining. 

Seungmin seemed to deflate a little when he spoke again. "I don't enjoy losing control of myself with drugs and alcohol and, frankly, I think sex is a dangerous distraction. Sorry to be a wet blanket. Happy birthday, Jisung. Have fun." 

Then he turned on his heel and left the way he came leaving an awkward air behind him. 

"Well shit." Jisung swore. 

"You know Seungmin is like a total control freak, right? He'd probably have a panic attack if he got high." Changbin chided, finally speaking up. "Just leave him be." 

Minho snickered. "He desperately needs to get laid."

"Right!?!" Jisung agreed wholeheartedly, jostling you again in the process.

"I sent him someone once and she came back ten minutes later crying." Minho continues, still sipping at his wine. Somehow it's remained full the whole night despite how often he's been bringing it to his mouth. You can't help but wonder how many discreet refills he's had. He's not usually so talkative. 

"Do you think he's gay?" Jisung asks immediately and you have to take a drag from the joint in your hands to keep from laughing out loud. 

Changbin raises an eyebrow. "You sound way too excited about that, is what I think." 

The party erupts into a fit of laughter at that and Jisung blushes, hiding his face in your shoulder.  

It clicked then, what the issue was. It had nothing to do with anyone else, you realized, it was so painfully obvious that you had no clue how you hadn't seen it before. Seungmin was a control freak but it didn't stop at controlling what others did. He wanted to control himself too, he wanted to have discipline . It was why he was one of the best guards in the gang. But he hated the things that he couldn't control about himself… like his sexual attraction to women. It wasn't that he hated sex , it was that he hated that he couldn't control his want for it. He probably got furious at himself for sporting morning wood when he woke up. And as far as you , well it was crystal fucking clear now, he wanted you and it pissed him off like nothing else that he wanted you just as much as all the people he looked down on for obsessing over things like sex did. You almost gasped out loud at the realization. 

"Oh my god. You-" 

Seungmin's hand on your hip startled you so much that you immediately shut up. It wasn't a flirtatious touch. His fingers were digging into your skin as he held you tight and drew you close into his side. Immediately you were on edge and stilled. He leaned down to your ear to speak. 

"Listen to me carefully," He whispered, and his tone alone told you that something bad was happening. "We need to leave. There are three of them. One in the store with us and two watching the exits just outside. Don't panic."

Well that was fucking hard not to do. Immediately panic gripped your chest and you bit down hard into the flesh of your lip to keep from looking around nervously. If members of your old gang were here then their intent was clear. They were either going to try to take you back or kill you. Seungmin didn't mean anything to them. If anything they'd only shot Felix as a warning, killing him would have been an extra bonus. The message was clear - they wanted back what was theirs and they didn't care if they needed to shed blood to get it. 

Seungmin was still talking, voice tight and words spilling fast from his mouth with urgency. 

"I'm not going to let them so much as lay a hand on you, Y/N, okay? But they've been following us all day. Probably waiting to make sure it's just the two of us before making a move. They aren't going to let us leave without a fight but they picked the wrong fucker to mess with. I need you to signal an SOS to whoever you can. Don't make it obvious. Then we're going to make a break for it. Follow my lead." 

Without waiting to make sure you understood him, Seungmin let you go and took a few steps away with the guise of looking at some of the other store items. "I have no clue what his favorite animal is. How should I know? Call and ask someone. Just hurry it up, I'm tired." 

You nod jerkily, seeing the cover for what it was, and fumble for your phone. Your breath is coming out in short gasps and you feel dizzy with fear. Shit. Shit . Eventually your phone is in your hands again and you stare at it blankly, wondering who in the world you should call. Changbin was the immediate choice but you had no idea what he was doing and he hadn't called you all day so you could only assume he was too preoccupied to be looking at his phone. The same went for Chan. But you needed someone who knew you well enough to understand your distress call without much question. 

Decision made, you quickly dial the number and held the phone up to your ear. Thankfully it only rang twice before it was picked up. 

"Hi darling. How are you? I assume you heard about Felix." Even hearing his voice right now was a welcome comfort. 

"H-hey Minnie. I'm alright. I talked to him earlier. I actually just wanted to ask you a quick question - do you know what his favorite animal is?" 

Minho laughs incredulously. "What? No fucking clue. Why?" 

"Uh," You think quickly, wondering how to get the message across as quickly and obviously as possible. "Well I'm with Seungmin at the mall just by the freeway, you know the one? Across from the park. And I'm trying to figure out what to get him. I'm stuck between three different ones. I can't go back empty handed, the boys would kill me. But I don't have much time to decide. What do you think?" 

You glance around a little, trying to discreetly look at Seungmin. He catches your eye and widens his own eyes a little with a glare. Hurry up .

Minho is quiet for a moment and you could hear the background noise on his end of the line quiet. 

"Maybe Hyunjin would know? I would ask Binnie but he's busy." You add quickly. 

"... I'll call Hyunjin and see if he knows. Maybe some of the other guards too." Minho says and the seriousness in his tone nearly makes you sigh in relief. 

You groan and make a big show of grabbing the fox that you were just looking at before making your way over to Seungmin. "No time! I'll just get him a fox!" 

"Alright." Minho agrees tentatively. "Was there anything else you needed help with?" 

Seungmin leads you to the counter and takes over paying for the stuffed animal while you finish the call. "No, that was it. Thanks! We're heading back now."

"Be careful." Minho adds with urgency. "I heard there are some guys from your old gang moving around." 

The question is clear and not for the first time, you're incredibly glad that Minho is good at intuitively reading through your words. "Yeah, I know. I heard that too. I'll call you back later. Bye!" 

"Bye." 

You're shaking when you slip your phone back into your pocket. The cashier is handing Seungmin the receipt which he throws into the bag with the stuffed animal before handing it to you. You grab it from him and he takes your hand tightly in his own as he leads the two of you to the exit. You try to study your surroundings as casually as you can but your heart still seizes in your chest when you see them. One in front of you now in the store, pretending to glance over the action figure section but he's covered head to toe in tattoos and has a nasty scar across his cheek. He was built like a truck and you could already tell he was in charge of not letting the two of you get away. You spot another leaning against the door to the store seemingly without a care in the world with a cap pulled low over his head. He looks far more normal and you wouldn't have really questioned his presence if not for Seungmin mentioning the men. The third you don't see and assume he's further outside of the store with a way to watch the two of you. There's nobody else around really, which is equal parts good and bad news. 

It's not escaping you, though, that you're walking directly toward the tattooed man. Just like the gun not so discreetly tucked into the waistband of his pants isn't escaping you either. You do trust Seungmin though and trust that he has some sort of plan that doesn't involve the two of you running away on foot from potentially three men with guns that want you dead. But the closer you get to the guy the more you wonder exactly what the fuck the plan is exactly. 

So, you're a little thrown for a loop when Seungmin walks right up to the guy and swings forward with so much force you'd have lost your grip on him if he weren't holding you. The butt of a sleek gun that'd been pulled out of nowhere crashes into the guys face as he turns toward the two of you and the sound of bone crunching under the force is deafening loud in the silence. The man cries out in outrage and pain and reaches for the gun with the free hand that isn't holding his clearly broken nose. Seungmin, apparently expecting the move, stomps right into the guys ankle and elbows the gun from his hand. It chatters onto the floor and it's only then that you register the other two men shouting and the store clerk screaming in surprise. 

Seungmin doesn't hesitate for a second once the man is disarmed and yanks you so hard that it nearly dislocated your shoulder as he starts running. Your brain might be lagging behind a little but your body recognizes the danger you're in and instinctively you start moving, running along after him. The problem is that you're really far from the car in the parking lot, like on the second floor and on the other side of the mall far. 

The mall isn't crowded but there's a fair amount of people milling about. Seungmin pays them absolutely no mind as he barrels down a path only known to him. You can hear the men giving chase behind you and push your legs to run faster. The two of you need to get downstairs and quickly. You scan your surroundings as best as you can while you run, searching for some kind of emergency exit or something. An elevator is out of the question and even the escalator isn't a great choice, it's too exposed if they start shooting. You can tell that Seungmin is thinking the same as you rush past the escalators and he grunts in frustration. 

The men behind the two of you are getting louder and you can hear more people screaming in fright. 

Come on… come on… there ! 

"Seungmin!" You shout, pointing at the glowing exit sign shining from a corner next to a vending machine. He glances at you, a dark and deathly serious look in face, and then at where you're pointing. You're immediately yanked again as he pivots and sprints towards the door. When you get close enough, Seungmin slams the door open causing a cacophony of noise to echo in the enclosed space. 

The two of you start running so quickly down the stairs that the steps blur in your vision and you have to trust in your feet to feel for the steps before bouncing onto the next one. At the landing where the stairs turn to lead to the next floor the door slams open again. 

"Get the fuck back here!" One of the men roars. "You know this only ends one way!" 

The aggression in the man's voice only makes you run faster. Yes, if they caught you it only ended one way. Because you were determined never to go back to them. You'd die first. And as a loud boom sounded in the closed staircase, Seungmin swore loudly, and you started to think that you might actually die. That was a gunshot. You'd never forget the sound for as long as you lived. 

Eventually, the door that opened to the first floor of the mall was right in front of you. You couldn't get to it fast enough. Seungmin continued to sprint and you did your best to keep up with him though you were finding it difficult to breathe. He burst through the open door and just when you were starting to think that you might actually be in the clear, his hand was ripped from yours. 

You stumble forward, unbalanced suddenly, and can barely put together what just happened. Seungmin had been struck as soon as he stepped outside of the exit corridor and had been sent flying to the floor. The gun you see held to his head makes your entire body cold with terror. Terror that only multiplies when you follow the gun to the hand holding it, to the outstretched arm and directly into the face of someone you'd once thought actually cared about you. 

Mingi smiles at you, sending a shudder through your spine. "Long time no see, Y/N." 

His finger flexes on the trigger of the gun and you were moving before you could think. You knew better than to take any threat made by these psychos lightly. Seungmin meant nothing to him and these days you probably didn't mean much either. In a matter of seconds, you'd crossed the space between the two of you and flew into him with as much force as you could muster. The gun went off, rattling your brain and causing a ripple effect of frenzied chaos within the mall. Fuck. You hated guns, you really hated guns. 

There was no time for a fight though. It would be two on one for a short time before it became a two on three skirmish with guns. 

Someone grabbed for your arm and you fought off the touch immediately, without thinking. But when you looked to see who it was, you were instantly relieved. 

"Come on!" Seungmin shouts, reaching for your arm again. You let him haul you to your feet. There was only a matter of time before the guys that had been following you down the stairs emerged behind you. 

You let him pull you along again, but can't stop from looking back at Mingi who was standing up behind you with a deranged smirk on his face. 

"Where are you going?" He goads, laughing as if he was having the time of his life. "We're just getting started!" 

The exit door a few feet away from him was thrown open revealing the other two goons who were still chasing you down and you turned back around to focus on getting your feet to move as fast as possible. Another loud crack of a bullet being released echoed through the mall and even more people started screaming and running causing a full frenzy. Seungmin used it to your advantage, mixing in with other frightened pedestrians making for the exits. His hand around your arm was the only thing keeping you grounded, because you were sure you would have succumbed to your own panic and fallen to the floor by now. 

When you finally burst through the doors of the mall and were out in fresh air again you nearly collapsed yet again. But Seungmin's hold was steady and he kept on running all the way to where he'd parked earlier. Although this time when you got to the car, he quickly unlocked the passenger side door, pushed you into the seat and somehow managed to close the door and climb over you without kicking you in the face. He started the car immediately, glancing furtively at the mall entrance every few seconds as he pulled out of the parking space. The men hadn't emerged but that didn't mean they weren't still after you. 

" God damn it. " Seungmin swore as he cut several people off in an attempt to get out of the parking lot faster. He was driving like a lunatic and you hurried to put your seat belt on before you got thrown all over the car. "Fuck! Call Chan." 

"O-okay," You mutter quietly too shell-shocked to really react. It seems like a miracle that your phone is even still in your back pocket after all that just happened. The car swerved to the right as you open your contacts making you accidentally dial the wrong number and you quickly hang up before trying harder to get to the right number. The one given only for emergency use. You supposed this counted as an emergency. You hit the call button and as the phone began ringing, snuck a look at Seungmin. There was a nasty bruise forming on his jaw presumably from where Mingi had hit him and his cheek was spattered with blood. 

"Are… are you okay?" You ask suddenly, realizing that far too many bullets had been shot for comfort. "You didn't get shot or anything right?" 

"I'm fine!" Seungmin snapped, braking hard and swerving a line of cars that honked loudly at him. "Are you calling Chan!?" 

"Yes! He just hasn't-" 

" Hello ?" You hurry to put the call on speakerphone. 

"Hi Chan, it's-" 

Seungmin interrupts you loudly and with so much authority your jaw nearly snaps shut as you close it. 

"Chan! It's Seungmin. We have a- fucking move! A situation!" 

You held on for dear life as he hooked a nasty right turn to dodge a red light and then swung back into the nearest turning lane and swung another left turn that left you feeling like you'd inadvertently gotten on a carnival ride. You didn't get why he was driving like such a crazy person until you caught a glance in the mirror of a car that drove blatantly over the center road divide to run the red light. And then another car followed close behind. 

"Yes, I heard something about it from Hyunjin. What the fuck is going on?" 

"I've got Y/N with me. They cornered us in the mall, I had no choice but to run. We got out but currently pursued by at least two… fucking hell three of them." 

What? You glanced out of the rear view mirror again and saw another car join the other two. But unlike the others this one was a bright cherry red. Oh fuck. You knew exactly whose car that was. A true psychopath, way worse than Mingi. 

"I need some backup here! We should have some on the way, give me a rendezvous point!" 

"Hold." Was all that Chan said, and even with that single word he sounded more pissed than you'd ever heard him, and then the line went quiet. Seungmin growled impatiently and stepped hard on the gas pedal as the other three cars pursuing you closed in. 

When Chan spoke again you were surprised that it was actually Changbin. "Y/N are you okay?"

"I'm okay." You assured him, knowing that your name only came out when he was deadly serious. 

"Either of you hurt?" He questions next, further irritating Seungmin by the deepening scowl on his face. One of the cars tried to ram you but Seungmin whipped the wheel to the left, just barely making it through a light and nearly clipping the front end of another car in the process.  

"We're fine. Where am I going?" Seungmin asks through gritted teeth. 

Changbin began rattling off street names and important landmarks until he was sure that the spot he was mentioning was understood. Once he got confirmation, he hung up immediately. 

Seungmin continued to drive like he'd gotten his license from a drift racer, pressing his luck with red lights so that he wasn't outright running them or busting u-turns that left tread marks in the street when he had no choice - all while trying to avoid causing a car accident that would get the two of you killed. Of course, the police had gotten involved and there was an all out street racing scene playing out in front of you. It was a lot less fun than it looked in movies. Your gut seized with every near miss of traffic and with all of the spinning, hard turns, braking, and actual threat of death coming for you at eighty miles an hour you were going to actually be sick if you couldn't get out of this car soon. 

" Almost there …" Seungmin muttered, cutting yet another turn too close for comfort. 

You groan. "Sweetie, if you keep making turns like that I'm gonna hurl." 

"And if I don't, we're both going to be dead so do me a favor and shut up so I can concentrate." 

Closing your eyes to it only made you more nauseous so you returned your focus to the cars still following behind you to ignore the horror happening in front of you. They weren't nearly as close anymore and you knew to commend Seungmin's driving for that one. Still, you wished they'd just give up already - this was getting ridiculous. Was it really that important that you were dead? Maybe this didn't have anything to do with you at all and was purely that psycho 's- 

Before your eyes, two black vehicles - not unsimilar to the one you were currently in sped up almost in unison on the street. Two more appeared behind them and all four vehicles formed a line across the lanes behind you.   

"Finally! " Seungmin shouted, scaring you with his loudness. He really stepped on the gas then as the cars behind you played a nasty game of keepaway. You could hear the screeching of metal as they rammed into each other. And finally, finally the three vehicles that had appeared like the horsemen of the apocalypse finally faded out of view. It wasn't nearly the end of this you knew. If they were this serious then it was only a matter of time before the actual horseman of the apocalypse showed himself. You weren't looking forward to that. This situation was absolutely going to get worse before it got better. 

At least for now you could unclench your fucking ass and take a deep breath. 

~` 

The rest of the ride back home was thankfully uneventful. Seungmin was a way better driver than you ever could have imagined and still drove as fast as he could and as safely as he could all the way back - just in case. You'd both been quiet after shaking off your attackers, coming down from the crazy adrenaline rush and properly processing how close you'd both been to death. Unfortunately, for you, that also included trying to process how seeing Mingi again made you feel. There weren't really any words coming to mind except - bad. Seeing him again made you feel bad, horrible, anxious, hurt, angry, upset, a whole slew of things that you didn't want to think about right now. 

Right now, you'd just about to kill for a distraction. Any distraction . 

It was only when Seungmin pulled into the familiar garage and threw the car into park that you felt allowed to breathe a sigh of relief. You both just sat there for a moment, each catching your breath in the silence. 

Seungmin moves first, reaching into his pocket to grab for his phone. He calls someone, Chan, probably but you don't feel like listening to anything that he's saying. It had been easier when you didn't know about any of this shit going on in the background. You'd about had your fill of gang activity today. As long as you were safe and nobody else was in any immediate danger, that's all you cared about. Well that and the fact that you really, really hoped that someone was around to keep both Chan and Changbin from absolutely losing it and doing something stupid. 

Then, Seungmin hissed and rubbed at his jaw, drawing your attention. Apparently he was done with whatever phone call he'd been making.

"Fucker throws a mean left hook." He snarls. "Nearly dislocated it." 

"I'm just glad you weren't shot," You say earnestly, and you really do mean it. It draws his attention to you fully for the first time since you'd gotten into the car and made your getaway. 

But you can hear the cogs working in his brain and see the question coming a mile away. "He knew you. Who is he?" 

Now there's a subject you don't want to talk about. 

"Song Mingi." You reply simply and don't waste any time opening the door and setting your feet on solid ground again. It takes a moment to get your balance since your legs feel like jelly. Seungmin gets out immediately after you and rounds the car to your side. His face pinches in concern as he looks you over. 

"Are you okay?" 

"Never better." You smile. He continues to study you for a long moment as if he's carefully checking for any wounds that you maybe hadn't noticed due to adrenaline or shock, but it seems you have a clean bill of health because when he looks at you again the pinch is gone. 

"Who is he to you ?" He asks again, stressing the rephrasing of the question. 

With a smirk, you take a step toward him and poke at his shoulder. " Oh ? Is that jealousy I detect? Only you can treat me as badly as you want to?" 

Distraction successfully found - unfortunately for Seungmin because you refused to think about anything else that happened today right now - you saunter away, knowing that you've got him hooked whether he knows it or not. You'd gotten him to admit something very important earlier before everything had come crashing down, something that could turn this whole game around. It was funny to think that you'd really had doubts about whether he was actually interested at all or genuinely hated you. Maybe he did hate you, actually. But the truth was that he wanted you and, yeah, maybe he hated you for it. But he did want you. He stomps after you petulantly, which you expect, and you only slow once you're back in the lobby. 

"This isn't a game," He hisses. "That's the enemy. They just tried to kill us. If you have helpful information you're betraying us by not sharing it." 

That makes you laugh and turn to him. "You are so dramatic, sweetie. I don't see what my dating history has to do with anything. Like you just said, they still want to kill me regardless." 

Seungmin frowns. "What? He's your ex ? Are you-"

He was cut off by his phone ringing and rolled his eyes as he fished it from his pocket and answered. 

"Seungmin." 

Whoever was on the other side of the line was somehow pissing him off even more than you. Which was impressive but, at the same time, probably not good news in the grand scheme of things. 

"You lost them?" He echoed incredulously. "How could you lose them? There were three different cars and one of them was bright fucking red! Are you kidding me? Chan wants them found . Do you not want me to sleep at all? Because at this point I'm going to have to do everything myself." 

"Shut up. Don't call me again unless you find them." At that, he huffed and shoved his phone back into his pocket. When his eyes fell on you again, you could tell that whatever moment the two of you were having was gone. He was back to being tired, cranky, and over your bullshit. 

"Alright, let's get you up to your room." He stepped toward you, putting his hands on your shoulders, and began to steer you in the direction of the elevators. 

You, on the other hand, were nowhere near done. " Oh , are we going to talk about your jealousy there? I promise I'll make you feel so good about it by the time we're done." 

"No." He snapped, pushing you harder when you started to resist. "I'm done babysitting you. I'm dropping you off." 

"But we were just getting to know each other, sweetie! You were so charming earlier when you promised me you wouldn't let them lay a hand on me. When you act like this it's so hard for me to understand that you like me. Couldn't you be nice like that all the time?" 

He stilled. Just for a second, a fraction of time so small you would have missed it if you weren't specifically looking for it. After all, all of your conclusions about his behavior was just conjecture and speculation without evidence to back it up. 

"I don't like you. I thought I made that obvious. Though, considering how much you insist on bothering me, maybe not as obvious as I thought." 

With renewed confidence, you reached up to rest your hands over his and leaned back to rest your head against his chest so you could look up at him. The disdain in his eyes was almost endearing from this angle. 

"Maybe like is too far. But somewhere deep in that head of yours, you do care about me. Just a little." 

His fingers relaxed on your shoulders like he was about to shove you away, so you quickly let go and turned around before reaching to loop your arms around his neck. "Aww, do I make you angry ? Are you upset by me? Or are you upset by how much you want to fuck me ?" 

For a second, you're genuinely scared that you may have pushed him a bit too far because his expression becomes bitterly cold. But then rather than pushing you away, he leans in so close that his nose bumps yours. 

" Stop . I don't want to play this game with you." He backs away a little and you get the feeling that it's taking everything in him to hold on tight to his control. It's unclear if that means getting violent with you or fucking you here in front of everyone. You'll take your chances, though. You were rarely wrong about these things. "Go to your room." 

The grin that stretches across your mouth is made of the stuff people get sent to hell for. 

" Make… me ." You retort, carefully enunciating each syllable. The brat in you has officially come out to play. 

"I mean let's be honest, sweetie. How many times have you jerked off thinking about me? Or do you keep all that sexual tension wrapped up tight under lock and key? God forbid you let such a weak thing like sex define you, you're better than that."

" Stop. It ." He growls and you'd be lying if you said it didn't turn you on.

You lean into his space this time, letting your hands drop from behind his neck to rest on either side of his jaw. If you squeeze purposefully at the wounded side, it's a total accident. It doesn't faze you that you're kind of making a scene in the middle of the lobby either. It wasn't the first time and it probably wouldn't be the last either. 

"Just admit that you want me, sweetie. It's not that hard. And I'll give you what you want. Easy." 

A muscle in Seungmin's jaw twitches hard. He glares hatefully into your eyes for a long moment. Then his expression changes entirely, revealing the barely hidden rage behind the layers of ice and he growls again. All of a sudden, his hand is wrapped around yours and you cry out in surprise as he half drags you behind him. You can barely keep up, tired from the day and far too surprised to get your legs working right. 

You're dragged to a nearby door, which is odd because there are no bedrooms this close to the entrance, and for a second expect it to be some kind of side entrance and for him to throw you outside before locking the door. But it's not a door that leads outside. Instead, it looks to be some kind of storage closet or broom closet with cleaning materials from what you can see before your back is slammed up against the door. 

"You are," Seungmin spits as he crowds into your space. "The most fucking annoying person I've ever met. I can't stand you. You drive me insane and then have the nerve to laugh in my face like you're doing it solely for your own entertainment." 

You smirk at him against your better judgment. "Well, I am entertained." 

He sneers. "Good. No, that's fucking great. I'm so glad you find all this so amusing. All of your distracting, and flirting, and stupid garters, and that god damn smirk you always have on your face." 

Seungmin looks away from the mentioned smirk on your face as if he can't bear to look at it for another second and instead looks down at your clothes. Unfortunately, you hadn't put on any heels today with how much walking you'd expected to do so he was able to loom over you. His hand catches on the hem of your top and he rolls the material between his fingers for a few seconds before he grabs it fully and yanks it up until it bunches up at your neck. He inhales harshly at the sight. 

"Fucking… stupid …" He mutters, mostly to himself though his words have lost their bite. 

You decide to give your hands, which had been hanging loosely at your sides, something to do and reach behind your back to open the snap on your bra before you snatch both of them over your head and let them fall to the floor. 

" Fuck ." He breathes again, sounding immensely more wrecked looking at your bare chest than he had a few seconds ago. 

Like a predator watching its prey, you stare up at him with lust freely clouding your expression and wait for him to make the first move. 

His eyes finally flick up to yours, dark and troubled, and you can see the very second his resolve breaks. 

He surges forward, kissing you hard with no shred of doubt, but not entirely practiced. You don't really care, though, and kiss him back just as hard. It's kind of like a fight when he kisses you again, slotting his lips between yours and pushing even harder so that your chest is pressed to the material of his shirt. He's let you win but he's not going to let you feel like any of this is your victory. It's clear he's going to do what he wants because he wants to, not because you want it. 

So, when he guides your mouth open you just relax and let him lick across your bottom lip, nip at it, and then are rewarded with him losing a few more locks on his tightly guarded self control. His hands are everywhere all of a sudden, roaming all over your ass, your hips, your ribs, and squeezing at your breasts. He's hard, too. You can feel him press into the meat of your thigh once on accident and then once again as he pushes the whole of his body against you like he's trying to meld you into the door. His tongue swipes against your own in your distraction and you turn your head a bit more to get a better angle. Then he's kissing you like his life depends on it, focusing on licking across the surface of your tongue again and again until you shudder against him. 

Seungmin parts for breath then, muttering almost drunkenly into your skin as he mouths openly at the closest skin exposed to him. " God … you're like a virus … like some kind of disease making everyone go crazy." 

Not the highest praise you've had during sex but you'll take it. He shrugs out of his jean jacket, letting it fall to the floor with the rest of your things and you reach for his waist when it's off. At your touch, though, he becomes infuriated all over again. He shoves your hands away from him with renewed venom. 

"I don't have time for this." He hissed. "Fine, you win." 

So, he says, but he's noticeably less desperate for you when his hands migrate lower. He makes quick work of the button and zipper of your shorts and then shoves them down in tandem with your underwear - a thong, not that he takes even a second to appreciate it. 

" Oh ," You gasp, when his fingers slip between your thighs without any further pretense. You're already as embarrassingly wet as he is hard, partially due to all the foreplay that had led to this moment and partially due to the leftover adrenaline from the day. He doesn't kiss you again but leans to the left of you to balance his weight on the door so he has a better angle for his hand. 

Which is apparently his main focus now. His warm breath fans across your cheek as you both look down to watch his fingers work quickly at your cunt. He's insistent about getting you off, wholly focused on it and you can't help but pant quietly into the space as his fingers deftly circle between your wet hole and rapidly swelling clit. 

"Oh fuck…" You sigh when he presses the pads of his fingers into your clit and just rubs over the nub over and over until your thighs clench. Without missing a beat, Seungmin sticks those very same fingers into his mouth, lathing over them with spit until they're dripping with it when he pulls them out. 

Unconsciously, you spread your legs a little wider for him to give him better access. He capitalizes on it and draws the slick fingers over your clit again before one of them presses up against the dripping entrance of your cunt. There's little resistance since you'd just been fucked silly last night and rather than carefully starting with one he quickly adds the second finger along with the first. 

" Ah ," You moan. "Fuck, sweetie. That's-"

"Stop calling me that." He stresses, easing his fingers further into you. The digits scissor apart and stretch you open and it's a task to not reach out to touch him again. You weren't usually so laissez-faire but it didn't seem like such a bad thing to sit back and let him do what he wanted with you. Besides, even though he'd given in he still seemed pissed about this whole situation. 

" S-Seungmin ," You try instead. "Fuck. Your fingers feel so-" 

" Shut the fuck up ." He hisses, sounding so furious that you actually stop but not without laughing at him first. It's a little like he wants as few reminders as possible that he's here doing this with you. 

In retaliation, he pumps his fingers harder and faster inside of you. The sound in the quiet space of the closet of his hand slamming against the wet skin of your swollen lips is straight out of a porno. Absolutely obscene. He's not taking his time at all, practically shoving you toward an abrupt orgasm. You do try to keep from any needless talking but the ability to control your mouth wanes and you do babble a little in between moans of pleasure. 

Seungmin grunts, well no, he growls again and the pad of his thumb is suddenly sweeping across your swolen clit just as intently. It's probably no surprise to either of you when your orgasm hits, but it makes you slam your head against the door from the suddenness of it. Your eyes close on their own to it, basking in the waves of pleasure, even as the fingers that had brought you there slip away and leave cold air in their wake. You shudder as the intensity ebbs and have to rest more of your weight against the door to not slide all the way down it. 

" Fuck ." You mutter in amazement. The post coital haze has already taken over your brain. It's so incredible that you kind of want to laugh but a voice stops you before you can revel too much. 

"Move." 

You crack an eye open. Seungmin is standing in front of you, mostly back to being a stone statue but now that you can see the cracks it's not nearly as intimidating. Just a front, like a facade to a house. And if you blew hard enough like one certain big bad wolf maybe you could actually knock it down. Still, it does admittedly take you a moment to piece together what the fuck he's trying to say. 

"Leaving so soon?" You coo at him, and raise a hand to hold his jaw. He slaps it away so hard that it stings and the pain manages to bring you back down to the earth a little. 

" Move ." He repeats, rage coating his voice in vitriol. "Before I make you move. You got what you wanted. Let me do my job now." 

You withdraw your hand and study him closely. His jean jacket is already back on although the lapel is folded and tucked oddly, his hair is still just as effortlessly styled as before though maybe a little more tousled from earlier in the day, and there in his pants is a tent worth camping in. 

He's scowling even harder when your eyes meet his once again. His predicament is clear but he's acting like an angry cat about it. Which was fine, he could be as upset as he wanted. 

"Your job?" You echo in disbelief. "The only job you're about to go do is a hand job."

"I don't jerk off." 

"Well that explains why you're so pissy all the time." 

"I'm not pissy. I'm focused. Which is why things actually get done when I'm working." 

"And what about me, sweetie? I haven't been done yet." 

" Yes . You have. You got what you wanted so move out of my way before I-" 

"Before you what ? Shove me away and walk past the lobby with a boner trying to jump out of your pants?" You press. He'd been inching closer with a promise of following through and now the two of you were practically hissing in each other's faces. "Fine. Nobody would call you out on it, of course. Nobody calls you out on anything because they respect you. But they would know . And they would know that you're just like them really but worse because you won't even do anything about it-" 

A hand was slapped harshly over your mouth and you were forcibly turned until your head was slammed into the door. 

"Do you ever shut up ?!" Seungmin hissed, sounding so absolutely livid that you could barely make out the words. The texture of his jean jacket against your skin was rough and scratchy as he crowded close to you and fumbled to shove at his pants with his free hand. "Are you really that desperate to hear me say that I'm attracted to you? That you turn me on? That you're fucking gorgeous and it's not fair and I hate you for it? What does it even matter to you!? It's not like you like me." 

He's ranting now, panting against the nape of your neck and you feel the wet head of him rub once and twice over the flesh of your ass before it falls to rub between your thighs. You want to say something but he's still got his free hand pressed hard over your mouth and it's not like he's taken a breath for you to interject even if you could. 

"So, you just want to bother me like this for your entertainment? That's what you said, right? Then I guess I should just do whatever the fuck feel like. That's what you want, isn't it? For me to fuck you so can tell Changbin all about it later? This isn't even about me, is the funny part, just like this isn't even about you because I don't like you either." 

He guided his cock inside of you without hesitation, clearly finished with his rant, and his free hand lifted your right knee up high so he could get a better angle and fuck was it a better angle. At some point in the far future, whenever his walls were stacked up high and he buried the memory of this under concrete to save his pride, you were going to have to find out who the hell he'd been having sex with before now. At first, you'd thought he was a little inexperienced because of his determination to not touch a woman but now that wasn't even slightly possible. Either that or he'd gotten his master's degree in sex from watching heinous amounts of porn. He wasn't as experienced or intentful as Chan had been and of course nobody could hold a flame to your boyfriend but you really hadn't expected Seungmin of all people to fuck your brains out against a door in a storage closet. 

He wasn't gentle or tender at all, but it didn't seem like he was purposefully trying to be rough with you either. Honestly, it really just seemed like he was chasing his own pleasure without any other thought and everything else happened by chance. The lid that had once been tightly containing all of his restraint and decorum had been blown off and allowed his lust to run free in an epic display. Like one of those stupid science projects with the baking soda and vinegar. 

It was an unexpected eruption, but not an unwelcome one. You didn't know he had it in him, honestly. 

With his hand still held tightly around your mouth, none of your delirious pleasure-induced babbling was manifesting into any actual words and you were muted but still loud in the otherwise quiet space. Seungmin didn't seem to really care that much because he was grunting near animalistically against the nape of your neck with every powerful thrust. And between you, the slapping of skin on skin, his grunting, and the shifting of the door you were being fucked against in his hinges… well there was no way that it wasn't being heard beyond the door. 

And fuck did you love an audience. 

You shifted your weight to rest more of it against the door and braced one of your arms against it so you could rock back onto Seungmin's cock. Your other free hand rose to rest over his on your mouth. It took some effort to get him to move it but he seemed too distracted to put up much of a fight. That or he realized that the two of you were still being loud even with his hand covering your mouth and gave up. Either way, you guided his fingers down from your mouth, to your chin, and your neck until they finally rested on your breast. He squeezed at the flesh without much prompting and tugged harshly at a nipple as he rutted his hips even harder into you, letting out an absolutely wrecked sounding moan behind you. 

" Aaah, fuck. Fuck ! You feel so fucking good. Of course you do. God damn it." He swore. 

Suddenly he was shifting, pulling away from your back and dropping the leg he was holding so suddenly you nearly fell into the door. 

"Woah! W-wha-" You tried but couldn't get your brain to work fast enough to get the words out right. Plus Seungmin was shoving down at your back, forcing you to bend over at a deep angle. His hand remained on your chest to hold you up but his other hand smacked onto the door in front of you and with the angle change he had briefly slipped out so he fucked his way back into you making you keen loudly. Without having to hold you up by the leg he could entirely focus on grinding his hips into yours and snapping them hard. He was getting close, that much was obvious. And as good as it felt, he wasn't doing nearly enough to get you there a second time, not that it seemed like he really cared about that. You were honestly surprised he'd lasted this long with such unhealthy sex habits. Why deny the body something it wanted this badly? The least you could do for being such a pain in his ass and for likely being the only woman he'd have sex with for the next year or something was make it good for him. 

So you, as the saying went, put your back into it . You squeezed around him, swirled your hips back at him, and tried your best to keep from too much sex talk. Eventually, his moans increased in pitch and volume and his hand around your breast tightened like he was using it as a rein. He tensed, going silent, and to your surprise - didn't even bother to pull out and came inside of you with another breathy groan. 

The closet was quiet except for the sound of your labored breathing for nearly a full minute before Seungmin quietly pulled out with a sigh and stepped away from you. The sudden absence of his hold around your chest was jarring and nearly caused your balance to fail entirely. As it was, you managed to sink to your knees and rest your entire weight against the door to avoid crashing to the floor. You normally wouldn't be so exhausted after sex like that but the near death experience earlier in the day had sapped the majority of your energy already. Distantly, you could hear the rustle and shuffle of Seungmin fixing his clothes and making himself presentable again. With a smirk you couldn't hold back, you pulled up your shorts and underwear and turned so you could face him. 

He wasn't looking at you. You weren't expecting him to be. 

"Good?" You ask, breathless. 

He grunts, glances at you, and then rolls his eyes. "I hate you." 

"So it was great, then?" You grin. 

"Are you going to keep holding me hostage here or are you going to stop blocking the door?" 

"You dragged me in here." You argue, still a little too tired to move but a little too stubborn to admit it. "And I didn't make you do anything." 

He sighs again, exhausted. "Fine. Now that we've had sex that we clearly both enjoyed, would you please move aside and kindly never speak to me again?" 

"No can do." 

" Move- " 

With a huff, you finally relent. "You're gonna have to help me up, sweetie."  

Seungmin scowls but once he finishes fixing his hair, he outstretches a hand to you. 

"Nice to know that chivalry isn't dead after all." You say with a smile and take his hand. 

Surprisingly, he does wait patiently while you fix your own appearance - wiping the drool from your chin, fixing your hair, adjusting your clothes, and wincing at how messy your panties are now - all while glaring at you openly. 

When you're finally done, deeming yourself presentable enough, you make a big show out of stepping away from the door with a flourish. Your legs are still burning and your back hurts for some reason but the thrill of victory overshadows all of your aches and pains. Seungmin takes a step forward and then pauses, not leaving immediately. After a moment of hesitation he glances at you again. 

"If you say a single word more to me…" He warns, fixing you with a glare icy enough to reverse global warming. You raise an eyebrow at him curiously. "I said I was taking you back to your room. I'm going to make sure you get back there safely and don't make any detours. I don't want to hear your voice anymore so if you say anything I'm out, consequences be damned." 

You can't help the smirk that pulls at the corners of your mouth but you can keep it shut. You mimic zipping your lips closed and throwing away the key. Seungmin doesn't look impressed by your expression but finally opens the door with a sigh and the two of you rejoin reality. A few curious heads are already turned your way when the door is opened but they hasten to look away immediately when Seungmin walks out behind you. The muted conversations in the lobby have stopped and have been replaced with a tense, anxious silence. It's obvious that everyone out here either saw or heard what just happened. You'd been half expected applause. 

Seungmin gets a grip on your arm like he's worried you're going to try running away just to make his life harder but you hadn't been lying - you're exhausted and out of energy to try anything else with him. So the two of you walk quickly and silently to the elevators and maintain the silence all the way up and to your floor. Vaguely you wonder if Changbin will be back tonight or if you'll be cursed to sleep alone in a cold bed today. Everyone was surely busy looking into what happened earlier so you didn't want to bother anyone with something so stupid. 

As you approach your door you dig for your keys and Seungmin finally let's go of you as you unlock the door and let yourself in. He's still standing there when you turn around on the threshold and look at him, probably making sure he sees the door close with his own eyes before leaving and you watch him for a few seconds. He'd surprised you today in more ways than one and it could be argued that he'd even saved your life. But you knew that you'd saved his life too. The gun that had been pointed at him hadn't been a warning it had been a promise. A promise you could only hope wouldn't be kept. Conveying your concern to Seungmin seemed like it would fall on deaf ears so you weren't going to bother but you did want to get the last word in. 

"By the way," You start and hurry to speak at the way Seungmin's face pinches in irritation and his mouth opens. " Mingi ." 

His mouth closes. 

"He wasn't my boyfriend. No need to be jealous, although it was cute." You reach out to tap at his nose, dodging out of the way quickly when he tries to slap it away with bruising force. "Goodnight, sweetie."

You close the door quickly, smirking yet again in amusement and turn to face the big dark and empty space of your home behind you with a heavy sigh. 

You could do this alone. No big deal. 

~` 

"You think I don't see what you're doing Y/N?" He spits, that wicked grin still on his face despite the anger in his tone and the force of his fingers on your jaw. 

"You've got them both wrapped around your finger, playing them like a marionette on a string, dancing to your every fucking whim and ignoring everything else. They've got work to do and you're distracting them. I don't like distractions, I like focus. So I need you to listen to me when I say this. okay?" 

He grips your jaw harder at the lack of reply and his eyes burn with rage. 

"Answer me when I'm fucking speaking to you." 

"O-o-okay." You gasp out. Fear is making your entire body shake and you're completely lightheaded with it. You can see the gun tucked into the waistband of his pants and can practically feel the butt of it pressing against your temple like it did before. He could kill you so easily. And it's not just that he could, it's that he would and he wouldn't lose a second of sleep over it. 

"The boss is upset. And when the boss is upset - me, his right hand, gets upset too. We're like a part of the same body you see? So I want you to focus on your own fucking job. Because if this problem continues I am going to get rid of the source of the problem and that's you. And it would be a shame because you make us a lot of money. Alright? Understand?" 

"Y-yes." Your teeth are chattering because of how much you're shaking and it's hard to talk. "I'll… I'll stop talking to them." 

"No. No. That's not good enough because they're already too distracted. I need you to break it off completely. Make it clear to them that you aren't interested." 

Your heart seized in fear again. There was no way that you'd be able to convince either of them of that. They were stubborn and hard headed and most importantly were used to getting what they wanted, something you'd once found charming. It was too much to ask, you couldn't do it and then  - and then you'd be killed for it! Just like that- 

"Baby. Baby, wake up." 

"No. No. No. No. No. No. I can't! I can't do it!" 

"Baby!" 

Your eyes shot open and you gasped, throwing a hand over your racing heart as you sat up. You were drenched in sweat and a nauseating fear swept low in your stomach. It took a few seconds of blinking into space and not registering what you were looking at to realize you were in your bedroom. Hands rested at your cheeks and squeezed, pulling your gaze up to meet… Changbin. He was here. 

"Binnie…?" You mutter, at first testing the word and then saying it again with more purpose as you lifted your own hands to rest over his. 

He ducked down to wrap you in a tight and safe hug, the muscles in his body a reminder that anyone out there would have to go through him first to get to you. It was a comforting thought, one that put you at ease almost immediately and erased the horrible feelings of the nightmare you'd been having. Still, you noticed that your boyfriend smelled like sweat and gunpowder and the clothes he was wearing weren't the same clothes that he'd been wearing the last time you'd seen him. 

"Hi baby." He greets, holding you so tight he nearly crushes you before littering your forehead with kisses. You have to tilt your head up to catch his mouth and kiss him properly, unable to hide just how relieved you are to see him. 

"Hi." You smile when you pull away. You scoot over a bit to make space on the bed for him and he sits immediately, wrapping an arm around you to keep you close. 

"Are you alright?" He asks, eyebrows lowering in concern. 

You shrug. "Just a nightmare."

Changbin nods and you find that you can't stop staring at him out of some strange fear that if you do he'll disappear and you'll wake up alone in your bed again. 

"I would have thought you'd be having a drink and celebrating to tell you the truth." He snorts. 

"What? Why?" 

" Seungmin ." He stresses and you understand immediately. " Congratulations." 

With a roll of your eyes, you settle into his arm behind your back and snicker. Maybe you'd been louder in that closet than you thought.  "That was fast."

"The guards are so gossipy these days it's getting annoying. Maybe I should drill them harder."

"Let them have their fun."

He shifts and suddenly his hold around you tightens just a little. 

"Is that another to add to the list then or did he not bother?"

You chuckle and smack his chest. "He might be an asshole but he is a gentleman. Don't slander his name. It's definitely another to add to the list." 

"I would commend you on your honesty but I'm not convinced you aren't just saying that to piss me off." Bin comments and there's something in his voice that has gone dark, letting you know that it wasn't entirely said as a joke. 

"Is it working?"

Changbin grins but there's a clear challenge in it. "I guess you'll find out one way or another, won't you? I will say that I'm impressed . I didn't think you'd be able to wear him down." 

You sigh and finally feel the weight of the day come to rest on your shoulders. Sooner or later you'd have to face what happened. You couldn't run from it anymore than you could run from them. 

"Me neither. I guess him almost dying twice in twenty fours might have had something to do with it."

Changbin's entire body language changes at the mention of it, returning to the impenetrable stone that he was when you first met him. It was always jarring because he was so soft with you, so tender and caring, but when he was truly angry or entirely in work mode he would return to this without fail. It ruined the mood but there was an elephant in the room and you hated when things felt left unsaid. 

"Yeah. Maybe." Bin grits out, sounding so emotionless about it that you wonder just how furious he'd been earlier. "Fuckers must have gone insane."

You don't want to say it but you have to. "… Mingi was there." 

Changbin goes silent for a beat too long. He knew the entire story of what happened with the last gang you were with backwards and forward. He knew all about Mingi and all about the horrible love triangle you managed to find yourself in the middle of. He also knew just how much you wanted to never see any of them again. 

"He was? Did you talk to him?"

"Well, he was aiming a gun at Seungmin so we didn't really have time to catch up. There was another one of them chasing us too. The one driving the red car." 

"San?" Changbin guesses. 

"I think so. It was his car at least."

Your boyfriend goes quiet again, taking all of this in and you can tell even without asking him that he's getting worked up over it. 

"Why do you smell like gun powder?" You ask instead as a distraction. 

Changbin sighs and relaxes a little like he's forcing himself to calm down. 

"Do you really want to know?" 

You shift around uncomfortably. "Is it good news? Is one of them dead?" 

"No." 

"Then no."

"Chan and I are taking care of it. But these bastards are acting like they've finally fucking lost it. We can't just smother them this time. We have to get rid of them completely." He huffs in irritation. "Two random attacks back to back like that is bad news. I'll be away for a bit. I've got shit to do tonight so I can't stay but I wanted to check on you and make sure you were really alright. I need Seungmin so I can't have him guard you all day when I'm gone but if you leave don't go anywhere alone and go with someone high ranking if you can. I trust all my guards, especially Jeongin, but you would have died today if it hadn't been for Seungmin's skill." 

It had definitely been too close for comfort.

"I will. I promise. I'm going to visit Felix tomorrow. I'll have Jisung take me." 

"Sure. If you can, I might not answer, but check in with me every now and then through the day. I really don't like that they're targeting you and other people close to Chan. With Felix, clearly there was a rat involved with the deal but they must have been watching you for a long time to know where you'd be today. You didn't go with Jisung in his car or in mine like you normally would so that's the only conclusion. Did Mingi say anything to you that stood out?"

You take a minute to try and recall everything that had been said to you earlier in the day but none of it really stands out. 

"No. Just something like we're just getting started which is ominous but I'm not sure if they were trying to kill me or take me back. They weren't shooting in the car chase." 

Changbin hums and rubs his hand on your shoulder soothingly. "I've never seen Chan so angry before in my life when you called him earlier. If they want you or anyone else of ours they're going to have to go through me and him first. Plus you've got a fanclub here - nobody is going to let them take you back without a fight." 

He didn't need to tell you that. You'd seen it yourself first hand today. Really, you were more worried about someone you loved getting hurt in the crossfire. These were insane and desperate people you were dealing with but most importantly they were stubborn and that made them even more dangerous. You doubted that they would stop anytime soon. 

So, without having anything better to say, you cuddled into Bin's side and closed your eyes. "I know." 

But it didn't make you feel any less worried. 

Chapter Text

Go a bit crazy and see the stars

"That's crazy. " Jisung gasps for the fifth time since you started to give him a recap of all that had happened the day before. 

He'd been begging to know what the hell happened ever since randomly appearing outside your apartment in the morning. You could only assume that Changbin had sent him because you'd only managed to text Minho that you were back home safely with a bunch of heart emojis before passing out for the night and your morning had been a haze filled only with thoughts of your boyfriend and the look on Mingi's face in the mall. You'd saved the harrowing tale until the two of you were in his car on the way to Felix's place because you could use every distraction you could possibly get from Jisung's driving. You were buckled in and discreetly holding onto the interior door handle for dear life, and not because you were being chased by people who wanted you dead today. 

"Yeah," You sigh, gripping especially hard as he nearly turned into the oncoming lane and quickly corrected his course. "Even if they're playing games, there's nothing funny about it. You should be-" 

"What?" Jisung laughs incredulously and glances at you as if you're the one who's lost it. "No! I'm not talking about that. I mean yes what they did is crazy but after all that you managed to bag Seungmin ? What the hell? How does your brain work that you even had sex on your mind after something like that?" 

"Oh." You choke, startled by the sudden call out. "Well, I mean-" 

"You're a fiend , Y/N." Jisung snorts, pressing on the brakes a little too hard at a stop and making you lurch forward. "A sex fiend ! I can't believe Changbin hasn't snapped yet. I still get goosebumps when I think about the look on his face when he came to get you from my place. I almost peed myself, I swear. My life flashed before my eyes." 

Somehow the old and familiar bantering with him releases some deep tension in your chest and you laugh out loud freely. 

"Oh, he was pissed . Believe me. I could have probably won that same night if things hadn't gotten out of hand with the whole… yeah. But even I surprised myself with Seungmin to be honest. He can be cute if he tries." 

"Yeah right." 

"He can!" You argue, still smiling. It hadn't hit you until you had gotten into the shower after Seungmin dropped you off and cleaned up that you realized how cute he could be though. In the moment, you'd been shocked when he came inside of you and had brushed it off as him doing whatever he wanted even though it seemed uncharacteristic of him. But then you'd thought about it. Earlier in the day when he'd been asking about the condoms you had told him that you preferred a creampie experience. It probably was just a coincidence really but… maybe it wasn't. 

You still stood behind the idea that he could be just as cute as Felix if he tried. In fact, you were thinking to get him a little something like a stuffed animal as well for taking such good care of you. Maybe a… 

Wait. 

Your eyes widened. " Shit! " 

"Oh my god!" Jisung cried, jumping so hard the car swerved a little and he nearly hit a trash can sitting out on the curb. "What?!! Don't just do that out of nowhere!" 

You groaned and slumped into your seat. "Shit. I literally have no idea what happened to the stuffed animal I bought for Felix. I don't think I even got it out of the mall." 

"Is that all?" Jisung demands, still sounding breathless. "I thought you saw one of their cars or something." 

"No. Sorry." 

"Don't sweat it. Felix is still high as balls, I doubt he'll care as long as you're there." He runs a hand through his hair and turns down the familiar street that Felix's place is on. "Oh! Right. Speaking of which, I can't stay, I'm just dropping you off." 

"Oh. Why? Did something come up?" 

"Yeah kinda. There's a lot of money being moved around right now because… well shit I don't even know why. Big purchases or something. It probably has to do with the situation with your old gang. Anyway, I have to go meet someone." 

You pout, a little bit of that anxiety returning. The last time someone had gone to meet someone it was Felix and he'd ended up with a gunshot wound. "You can't do it later? I probably won't be that long." 

Jisung shakes his head resolutely. "Nope. And if you're going to get up to no good with Felix I make a shit voyeur because I'd want to get involved." 

"What if I promise not to? Can you stay then?"  

"You already promised Lix and this meeting is really important. I can't even be late. I'll be fine, promise. I'll text you as soon as I'm done and come back to pick you up. Actually! I was supposed to ask earlier, damn it, did you check in with Bin already?" 

You nod and try not to pout too obviously. You really wished he could just stay. Seungmin had been luckily unscathed for the most part but you couldn't stand the thought of anyone else getting hurt because of those assholes. 

"I did. And fine, but if anything happens to you I'm gonna kick your ass." 

Jisung grins wildly as he throws the car into park and leans over the center console toward you. "Can you eat it instead?" 

Fighting hard to keep the smile from forming on your mouth, you push his face away and open your door. 

"That's only cute when Felix does it." 

Jisung squawks in offense but you close your door with a warm, "Be safe. Bye!", before walking up to Felix's front door. Behind you, Jisung honks the horn at you then backs up and drives away and you snicker to yourself as you knock on the door. 

It takes a few moments, long enough for you to consider knocking again but the door opens just as you lift your hand. 

Felix appears behind it, looking a little pale and with his right arm in a fitted sling and you can see the hint of bandages near his neck underneath the big sweater he was wearing. He'd looked half asleep when he opened the door but when his eyes focus on you they light up like the fourth of July. 

"Y/N." He smiles. And you can tell immediately that he's still high, the pungent smell of weed that wafts out from behind him only solidifies the suspicion. "You came." 

The smile, as dopey as it is, is contagious and you grin back at him. He doesn't look as bad as you expected but something in your chest still aches seeing him injured. 

"You called, didn't you?" 

"Did I…?" Felix asks, smiling even wider until his eyes are little crescents above his star speckled cheeks. God, he's cute. It isn't clear if he's humoring you or genuinely doesn't remember talking to you on the phone yesterday but you giggle and nod anyway. 

"Yes! You did. And so here I am. Can I come in?" 

"Oh. Yeah. Yeah. Come in." He mutters and shuffles back to open the door wider and let you in with his good arm. You step inside and Felix locks the door behind you with a grunt and a swear under his breath.  

" Ugh . Hurts." 

"Are you on pain medicine or is that why it reeks of weed in here?" You wonder aloud, following behind him as he slowly makes his way to the living room. Judging by the mess of blankets, empty snack bags and bottles, and the old movie playing on the tv it seemed like he'd been practically living out here for some reason. Maybe sleeping in his bed was uncomfortable. 

Felix snorts and turns around before he reaches the couch to face you. 

"Both. People in the movies make it look so easy like oh ow I was just shot but it hurts so bad I can't even think straight and I kept getting light headed even after taking an oxy. At least it stopped bleeding. All of my sheets are fucked." 

You chew on the inside of your lip and try to not let your emotions about this get the best of you. 

"So you started smoking too?"

Felix shakes his head. "No. The oxy didn't work and I don't like taking hard stuff so I just started smoking instead. Yesterday… I don't even remember yesterday. Just Jisung yelling a lot mostly." 

"He tends to do that." You smirk. "Anyway, give me a hug, Lix. I've been worried about you ever since I heard what happened." 

Immediately, he extends his uninjured arm wide and you hurry to step into his embrace. Touching him helps to ground you. He's real. He's here. He's not dead. He still gives the best hugs even with just one arm.

"Same for you, you know. I heard something happened." He mutters into your shoulder. 

"I wasn't shot , Lix." 

"Just shot at then?" He grumbles and you laugh and hold him as tight as you can without crushing his shoulder. 

"You're right, I'm a mess. Can I get a bit of what you have or did you smoke it all?"

"Um…" He separates from the hug and meanders back over to the couch. You follow behind him and sit down as he continues to search through the mess  on the table. Eventually he seems to find what he was looking for and holds it out to you proudly. 

"Ah! Here." 

You raise an eyebrow at the baby joint offered to you but take it from him without complaint and hold it in your lips when he looks around more for his lighter. When he finds it he ignites a flame too close to his fingers and swears with a wince so you sigh and take it from him, content to light it yourself. He takes a seat next to you and you sit in relative peace and quiet for a while as you slowly puff at the joint and let the weed work its magic over your nervous system. 

It hadn't been your intention to come here and smoke but honestly - you deserved it after the last 24 hours you'd had as much as Felix did. This shit was fucking stressful. 

Still it wasn't nearly enough to get you anywhere past a nice lift but you were already to the butt end of the thing after a few minutes. With a sigh you took one last deep drag from it and then flicked it onto the ashtray that wasn't completely buried under trash on the coffee table. 

You'd been spacing out and staring at the movie on TV though you weren't really seeing or hearing it all, so it was a surprise to you when you turned to look at Felix again and he was already staring at you with a dreamy and dazed look in his eyes. 

"What?" You smirked, happy to be at the center of his attention. 

Felix smiled and shook his head. "Nothing. You're just pretty. I can see why Chan likes you." 

You snort. "Don't you mean Bin?" 

"No. I mean he likes you too obviously. But Chan is actually really picky. He doesn't go out of his way for women very often. I talked to him before the deal, he told me what happened with you." 

"Oh." You swallow. You'd been trying to forget about that night with Chan since it happened to be honest. It was rare that you regretted sleeping with someone, especially when it was good sex, but… it didn't seem like the smartest move in hindsight. Not that you expected Chan to be weird about it moving forward but still. It was weird. 

"You slept with him, right?" Felix asks, still looking at you though it seems like he's studying you now. 

"Yeah." 

"You're crazy. Does Changbin know?" 

"Yeah. He was there." 

"You're crazy." Felix says again but his eyes are strangely filled with awe. 

You laugh and reach out to tap his nose. "I thought I was pretty?" 

" Pretty crazy." Felix giggles. 

You giggle too. "Well you're crazy pretty." 

Good God, maybe that tiny little blunt was hitting you harder than you expected. It didn't matter. You felt good and at ease and relaxed and was around one of your favorite people in the world who was alive and well. 

Felix blushed like the pretty boy he was at the compliment and your fingers itched to touch him. You inched a little closer to him on the couch, facing him with your whole body. 

"Do you remember what you said to me yesterday?" You ask innocently, with the most devious of intentions. 

Felix blinks as if digging through the haze in his brain for the memory. He gets a pinch in between his brows as he thinks and eventually he shrugs and gives up. 

"No clue. I kinda vaguely remember talking to you on the phone but I have no clue what I said. Why? Did I say something mean?" 

It's hard to keep your face straight. "Yes. You did. It was really mean. And I was out with Seungmin so I was already having a hard time." 

Felix winces. "Oh no, what did I say? Did I hurt your feelings?" 

"You really don't remember?" You pout. "First, Jisung made me promise to kiss your wound better. And I don't want to break any promises, so…" 

You leaned forward, stretching forward so much that you were practically in Felix's lap and slipped his big sweater down his shoulder a little more to reveal the bandage under it. The kiss you pressed to it was tender and soft but lingered a beat too long to be a simple peck. 

Instead of leaning back when you pulled away you remained close and looked directly at Felix's confused stare. 

"Then you asked if you could have more than a kiss." 

Felix's eyes go wide as if he can't believe he said that and the dusting of pink on his cheeks darkens. It doesn't miss you that his eyes briefly slip from your own eyes to your mouth before darting back up. You dart your tongue out to wet your lips and nearly laugh when he tracks the movement. 

It's hard to resist the urge to kiss him so you don't bother and instead angle your head up to press your mouth to his. He melts into it and lets you lead without a shred of hesitation so you kiss him hard and nip at his lip before you pull away. 

"And I said of course you can." You continue, positively buzzing with amusement. Lix apparently still has no recollection of what he said, which is hilarious. 

He blinks. "Okay… but what did I-" 

"And I was having such a tough time because Seungmin was being so cute but then you had to go and start talking about how you couldn't jerk off with your shoulder injury." 

Felix's jaw dropped and the blush on his face developed into a full blown flush . Red was creeping up his neck, ears, cheeks and enveloping his entire head in the color of embarrassment. His bottom lip quivered as he tried to form words. 

"I… I didn't…" 

You sigh as if the very memory is tormenting you. " And your hand feels so good wrapped around me, Y/N. Could you do it for me? I mean really, Lix? It's like you just want me to eat you up. Too cute." 

Finally giving up the act, you laugh out loud and squish his red cheeks in your hands. He fights you off, squirming out of your grasp and pushing your hands away when they give chase. Somehow you end up losing your balance and fall on top of him and end up twisting your arm weird when you land so you don't slam onto his sling. You end up half resting on his chest and look up at him sprawled across the couch. His eyelashes are so long from this angle. Ugh . Pretty.

"I can't…" He huffs, catching his breath. "I can't believe I said that. Please just forget it. Spare me the humiliation, I'm blushing so hard I might pass out." 

You're still grinning, having the time of your life. "Yeah? I think you might have a humiliation kink in that case." 

Despite all of his whining and complaining about it, now that your position has changed, you can clearly feel the outline of him through his sweatpants. And you can feel that this is making him just as hard as he is embarrassed. 

" Oh god… " Felix whimpers. "I definitely don't. I just- you're just… I mean you can't just say all that and expect me not to react." 

"Lix, you're the one that said it to me and I was in the middle of a restaurant! That's why I said you were mean." 

He bites his lip and his eyes are nearly watering when he finally looks you in the eye again. "'Sorry." 

"I forgive you." You say immediately with a smile. "I like when you ask for what you want, you know that." 

Unsurprisingly, he shifts his legs underneath you and his eyes dart around the room before they hesitantly land on yours again. You give him your full attention and wait for him to work his way up to what you know is coming next. 

"Then…" He clears his throat. "Um… since I'm i-injured and worked up now and everything would you - well could you… touch me?" 

You grin like the chesire cat. "I'm already touching you."

His legs shift around again and his hips move up the smallest fraction. 

"Yeah. But could you touch m-my… my dick?"

Just to draw it out a little longer you stare at him for a beat in silence, careful to give nothing away in your face past an innocent smile. The uncertainty that crosses his expression is utterly adorable. 

"Please?" 

If you were standing that would have made you weak in the knees, but since you weren't it made you desperate to get your hands on him. You scoot up on the couch and accidentally bump his nose in your haste to kiss him again. He's even more pliable this time and his body molds like clay under your touch. You can't stop a hand from wandering up his exposed side where his shirt has ridden up and not for the first time, wonder how in the world someone like him is still single. It doesn't make any sense. 

Retracting from the kiss, you position your hips a little below and just above his own pelvis and snake your hand into his sweatpants. He hisses sharply when you fingers bump the length of him on accident and when you get the right angle you make sure to hold him gently as apology. But that's all you do. It's far too easy to do whatever you wanted to Felix and far too much fun to make him beg for every little thing. You may have forgiven him but that didn't mean he wouldn't have to work for it. 

"What… what are you doing?" He asks, staring at you in bewilderment. 

You fix him with a blank stare. "Touching your dick." 

He groans, nearly kicking his feet around like a toddler but he stops at the last second when he realizes that probably wouldn't play out well with your hand still wrapped around him like this. 

"Y/N…! Please." Felix whines. He can whine all he wants but given that you literally have your hand wrapped around his cock, you can tell just how much he likes it. "You know what I meant. Can you jerk me off, please?"

" Oh ." You gasp and obediently start moving your hand up and down his length. It's dry, too loose of a grip and in no sort of enjoyable rhythm and if you'd ever given such a shitty hand job while working for Minho you would have been fired on the spot. Felix seems to share the same sentiments and groans again. 

"Are you really going to - okay, fine. Fine." He sighs and rubs his hand over his face. "You want me to tell you exactly how I want it? Okay. I can do that." 

There's such determination in his eyes that you're almost scared by what's about to come out of his mouth. Felix swearing was a fun surprise but Felix talking dirty was like spotting a unicorn in the wild. Probably only induced by drugs. Still, it was something to look forward to. You watched him eagerly, waiting for instruction. 

"Lick your hand first, I don't have any lube nearby." 

You let go of him, making him hiss again, and brought your hand up to your mouth to make a big show out of licking every inch of your palm and staring directly at him as you did. His attention was divided between your eyes and your mouth as you worked and the rapid rise and fall of his chest betrayed his mostly calm demeanor. Once your hand was sufficiently lubricated enough, you carefully navigated it back to the inside of his sweatpants and gripped him again. 

"G-good girl." He complimented with a sarcastic tone, making it clear that he was making fun of you. 

Your grip tightened around him in return but you couldn't help but laugh a little under your breath. "Very funny, Lix." 

Ignoring you, Felix sighed at the now warm and slick touch. "A little too tight. And move your hand faster." 

"Oh?" You gasped. As instructed, you let your grip slacken a little and let your palm rub up and down his length in a slightly faster pace than before. 

" Oh ." Felix cried out. "Yeah. Yeah like that and run your hand over the tip when you get to the- unh. Mmm, yeah. Feels good like that." 

Wow, you could listen to this all day. You almost wished you were recording to listen to it later. 

You kept at it for a while trying your best to follow his direct instructions and not stray into doing whatever you wanted based on his reactions. Still, it was hard to hold back when his legs stretched out on the couch and he started rutting up gently into your touch.  

" Ah ! God. That feels really good. Can you… can you hold a little tighter at the base? Oh fuck . Fuck. Like that. Yeah." He moaned low in his throat, stumbling over his breath a little as he tried to suck in air. 

"Do that-" He paused as he moaned again, pushing his hips up against your wrist. "Do that thing where you play with my… oh Jesus , I'm so hard already. Play with my balls a little. Mmm -!" 

"You sound so pretty, Lixxie." You coo at him, carefully taking in all the sights and sounds. He does seem surprisingly close already but you still follow his direction and drop your hand lower to play with and squeeze at his balls for a bit before returning to his cock. 

" Ahhh… " He wails, thrashing his hips this way and that. "Ugh! I want to cum already. Can't you just take over? This is so embarrassing." 

You lean in to kiss at the corner of his jaw. "No. Tell me how to get you there. You're doing so good. Keep going." 

Felix groans, upset and whiny like a baby. He tries to jerk up into your hand to get off that way but your grip isn't right for it to actually feel that good and you're entirely focused on stroking him even as all his thrusting jostled his cock around in your grip. It's still not nearly wet enough to feel that great but he's leaking all over the place despite that. 

"Fine! Fine. Ugh , I want to cum so bad. Hold me tighter and stroke harder and faster." 

You do exactly that. He wails again, loudly and desperately, and it takes all your strength to not do anything else. This is turning you on as well, nearly to the point of getting desperate for some attention yourself, but you push that aside to deal with later. 

Tears are pricking at Felix's eyes making them big and watery when he opens them and looks at you again. 

"R-rub your thumb over the slit." 

Smirking, you do and make sure to press a little harder than you need to. 

"Fuck." Felix groans. "Oh my god. Come on, get me off already Y/N, this is torture." 

It probably is. The poor thing looks like he's really suffering. You sigh and decide to take it easy on him. He did tell you to after all. You let your hand drop back to the length of him and adjust your position above him a little so you can get the right angle and start to jerk him off hard and fast. 

Felix's eyes roll back into his head at the sudden change in pace and he practically falls into the couch cushions as he relaxes and lets you take the reins. 

" A-ah … AH! I'm close. Loosen… yeah, like that. And faster… and focus on the he- ahhh… head. I'm gonna-" He broke off his words mid sentence while his whole body tensed and a few seconds later of you following his instructions, he was spilling onto your hand and all over his stomach. Once the last few spurts were out, he finally relaxed with a drawn out sigh and went still. You couldn't help but smirk at him and used some nearby napkins that were crumpled up to soak up his spend on both his skin and your hand so it didn't end up everywhere. There wasn't really enough to properly clean him though so you tugged his sweatpants up higher instead. 

"Did I do good?" You ask teasingly. 

There's a beat of silence that stretches for too long and you glance at Felix's face to see what he was doing. His eyes were still closed though and his breathing had already evened out. Had he really fallen asleep that quickly? 

"Lix?" You call, shaking him slightly. 

He mumbles something and shifts, getting more comfortable. " 'S good. Thanks. " 

Jesus. You snicker under your breath and stretch with a sigh. The poor thing must have still been exhausted to have fallen asleep that quickly. It would probably be better to just let him sleep. Maybe you could watch a movie or something in the meantime. You shimmy off his lap back onto the couch and cover him with a nearby blanket. He doesn't stir other than to cuddle into the blanket and you know for sure that he's dead to the world now. 

Shaking your head, you glance at the tv to see if whatever was playing before was still on but your attention falls on the hallway leading to Felix's bedroom instead. And your heart leaps violently into your throat when you notice a figure there, partially hidden away by the shadows. You nearly scream in fright but then the figure moves, holding something up to their head and your brain starts putting together some of the pieces in front of you. The person, a man, isn't familiar because it's someone who wants to kill you. They're familiar because you know them, because it's Hyunjin. 

You stare at him with wide, still mildly horrified, eyes. "Hyunjin?! What the fuck are you doing here?"

He steps further into the light revealing that he's half naked with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist and another in his hands that he's using to dry his hair. You don't think you've ever seen him shirtless before. It seems like something you'd remember because he has a huge tattoo of the iconic snake that all the high ranking members have on the left side of his body. The tail curls low into his hip and the body stretches all the way up his torso wrapping a circle around his nipple and staring at you with an open jaw just below his collarbone. The detail on the ink is gorgeous but it's a little hard to focus on against Hyunjin's bare skin, still wet from the shower he must have just taken and the low sitting towel on his hip. It's a sight that makes you swallow and force your eyes north. Not that looking into Hyunjin's dark eyes sparkling with mirth is any easier. 

"Trying to get some sleep. Failing because of you. Good show, though." He smirks and it becomes glaringly obvious that he'd just heard everything that happened. You're almost embarrassed. But you're more curious about what in the world Hyunjin is doing at Felix's place walking around half naked without a care in the world as if he lived here. 

"Uh…" You start, frowning in confusion. Was Hyunjin the real reason that Felix had been on the couch? "Sorry. I didn't know you were here."

That makes him pause briefly but he continues drying his hair indifferently. "You didn't? And here I thought that show was special for me. Who dropped you off?"

"Jisung." 

Hyunjin scoffs. "Well that's fuckin weird considering I took over his watch last night so he could go back to his place. Whatever."

Knowing him, Jisung must have just completely forgotten to give you the heads up earlier. He'd seemed a little frazzled now that you were thinking about it - his driving was worse than usual. Mystery solved, a silence descended between you. Since Hyunjin had never really paid you much attention before, you were expecting him to walk back into the room without another word. But he hadn't. Instead, he was just lingering in the hallway staring at you with a sort of intensity that made you feel like you had a spotlight shining down on you. Which would have been fine if you were putting on a performance, but since you weren't you could only stare back and wonder just how long he'd been standing there. You'd thrown on an old shirt and joggers today, in no mood to put any more effort into your appearance than that and of course now you were living to regret that. 

"Why didn't you let Felix sleep in his room?" You ask for lack of anything better to say. 

Hyunjin deems his hair dry enough and lets the towel rest around his shoulders. "Jisung was gone by the time I got here and Felix was already asleep on the couch. It was the middle of the night so I didn't see the point in waking him. He seemed comfortable enough so I took his room." 

What? 

"Jisung left Lix here alone in the middle of the night with the door unlocked?" 

"No." Hyunjin corrects, lifting an eyebrow as if the very idea is absurd. "I have a key. I let myself in." 

What??

"You do?" You can't help but ask, incredulously. You don't have a key to Felix's place. 

Hyunjin seems to make that connection too because he smirks. "Don't take it personal. I have all the spare keys for anyone that doesn't live in the main building. Safety precaution." 

"Oh." You nod slowly. His position within the gang was even fuzzier than Felix's to you. From what you knew he handled the weapons and ammunition for the gang and was the go-to in an emergency situation if Changbin wasn't available but it wasn't like he was a part of the guards. He was like some sort of dark horse or something. To be honest, you didn't know what he was capable of and that along with multiple warnings from both Changbin and Minho to stay away from him was why you'd kept your distance so far. 

"So, it's true then?" He prompts, interrupting your train of thought, raising his eyebrows in intrigue.

You blink at him. "What is?" 

"This thing you've got going with Changbin." He elaborates. "I thought it must have been bullshit at first because I couldn't imagine Bin ever doing something like that but clearly he likes to keep his leash loose."

Rolling your eyes, you make yourself comfortable on the couch. This feels like a game to you all of a sudden. Not like the one you'd been playing with your boyfriend but a different one entirely. One you'd had far more practice with. And not one that was unfamiliar to play with Hyunjin either. 

"Hello?" You called out, stepping further into the tattoo shop and letting the door close behind you. One of the guards had dropped you off here and you were already wishing that you'd been able to take one of your friends with you instead. But unfortunately for you, your promotion to club owner meant that you'd been elevated to a level without them. 

You were about to be a fully initiated member. 

This day had been a long time coming, so while you were excited you were also equally nervous. It was your first tattoo and you didn't really want to get it alone. But you'd been bothering Minho, Changbin, Jisung, Felix and Chan about getting one for months now. They all had tattoos of their own, branding themselves as not just members of the gang but members of the same family. And even though you'd been with them for what felt like forever now, and had worked your way up to a position of importance you were just a piece to be used and moved at the gang's leisure until you were officially made one of them . 

Hwang Hyunjin was the official tattoo artist, though from what you'd seen of him it didn't seem like it was his main job. Though you weren't exactly sure what his job actually was. The few times you'd met him he'd seemed intense and strange. He was nice enough when he spoke to you or other people around you but there was a darkness around him that reminded you of Changbin. And considering you knew for a fact that Changbin's main job was to kill anyone who opposed Chan, it wasn't exactly a comforting resemblance. 

But none of that meant anything if Hyunjin didn't actually show up. 

"Hello!?" You called out again. The shop was empty which was strange considering it was the middle of the day. You walked further into the shop, looking around curiously at the single tattoo station in the room. Odd. The rest of the room was sparsely decorated except for several different corners of seating. It looked more like an entertainment space than one used for work. 

You heard noises behind you and looked back just as the door to the shop opened and the bell attached echoed in the empty space. 

"Stay out of trouble!?" The man who had opened the door called out in a mocking tone. You could see the woman he was talking to through the glass of the store. She was gorgeous, that much was obvious even at this distance. The dress she had on was tiny and left little to the imagination when paired with heels that revealed legs that could distract anyone. But your focus didn't fall on her legs, instead you curiously studied the bandages stretching over the plane of her shoulder blade. It was splotchy with what looked like blood and she seemed to be favoring it as she adjusted her bag over her other shoulder. 

"Do you even know me at all?" The man continued with a snort. The woman said something back to him that you couldn't make out and waved with her good arm before turning and walking away. 

The man closed the door behind him and you stilled when he finally faced you fully and you realized that it was Hyunjin. His hair was damp and messy on his head and you could distinctly see the shape of a hickey poking out from the collar of the barely buttoned shirt he had on. He looked like the picture of sex appeal and you half expected a photographer to pop out of nowhere to capture the image. At least you knew what had been keeping him. 

He didn't immediately notice you as he walked into the store so you cleared your throat to get his attention.  

"Wha-" He started, narrowing his eyes.  "Oh. You the appointment I have?" 

"Yeah." You nod, awkwardly hovering around the tattoo station, unsure if you should sit or not. 

Hyunjin studies you for a moment but doesn't say anything. Instead he huffs and continues walking toward you. 

"Sit." He instructs. You hesitate for only a moment before sitting down on the tattooing chair. He starts gathering equipment and rummaging through things at the station and you can smell the heady scent of his cologne whenever he passes by your seat. It's not overtly masculine like you'd expected, it's almost floral, and a bit disarming. You're in your first committed relationship in years so you aren't interested in Hyunjin exactly but you did have eyes and he was something to behold. He was beautiful and hot and sexy all in the same package but also quiet and graceful and had an air of danger that spoke a little too loudly to you. 

"Who are you again? I don't recognize you." He questions making you snap out of it and look at him in surprise. 

"You don't?" You echo incredulously. The two of you may not have had any in depth conversations before but you'd definitely met several times. 

"Would I ask if I did?" He says, raising an eyebrow and scooting a stool close to you to sit on. 

Well, okay. Rude. "I'm Y/N." You prompt only to receive a blank stare in return. 

"I used to work for Minho? The owner of the new club Chan opened? … Changbin's girlfriend?" 

"He has a girlfriend?" Hyunjin wondered aloud, lifting a highly arched eyebrow. He slips on black gloves as he thinks for a moment. "I guess I do remember someone saying something about that. You wanted it on the sternum right?" 

"Uh…" It takes you a second to keep up with the conversation. "Yeah, yeah, the sternum." 

He nods and gestures toward your top. "Off, then." 

You'd expected that and take your top off over your head. It's a little cold in the shop and it makes your exposed nipples pebble in the chilly air. A bra would have sat right where you wanted the tattoo to be so you'd opted to forego one. Clearly, it wasn't Hyunjin's first time seeing a woman in the nude. He barely paid you any mind other than a slightly long glance at your chest but that was probably because he was about to tell you to take your bra off too. 

The stifling quiet is a little uncomfortable so you try to find something to make conversation about. "Did you just finish doing a tattoo before I got here?" 

" What ?" Hyunjin questions, genuinely sounding confused as he douses a paper towel in some kind of soapy solution and starts to wipe at the spot where the tattoo will lay. 

You already regret asking. "The… the woman that just left. Did she get a tattoo? She had a bandage on her shoulder." 

"Oh." He laughs a little, fanning hot breath against your chest. "Sure. I guess I gave her a tattoo of sorts. After I fucked her." 

Of sorts?

The expression on your face must be ridiculous because he laughs again when he glances up at you. He throws the paper towel away and squirts another product that looks more like lotion into his hands. You're still watching him as he starts to rub in whatever it is over your skin. 

"Relax. I'm not trying to say I accept sex as payment. Chan pays for all these standard tattoos." 

That wasn't what you were confused about at all but it seemed like he knew that. You didn't know him well enough to push it though so you just went along with the sudden subject change. 

"Besides…" He continued and turned around to grab something else. This time it was an ovular cutout of something and as you watched the shape revealed itself to be a snake coiling upward in a sort of diamond shape. It was gorgeous and better than the original idea you'd discussed with Chan but you weren't really given much time to appreciate it. Hyunjin immediately got to work pressing it flat against your skin with another wet towel. "You're Bin's girl. I should keep my hands to myself." 

So he says with his fingers actively brushing against the underside of your tits without a care in the world. 

"I don't belong to him." You corrected. It was a constant conversation you were having lately ever since officially becoming Changbin's girlfriend. It was like you'd been wrapped in bright yellow caution tape instead of a yield sign. Understandable, of course, but you were getting a little tired of constantly spelling it out over and over again. 

"I bet he warned you to stay away from me." 

Your eyes narrow. "He did." 

Hyunjin snickered and finally peeled the stencil away. "He's funny… putting blood in the water and then telling the shark not to bite. Ha. Hilarious." 

He shook his head and turned away from you, getting the tattoo gun set up with a cartridge of black ink. He pushed his hair back with his free hand and then leaned in closer than you felt necessary. His eyes stayed on the stencil as if studying it but as you watched him with bated breath his eyes flicked up to meet yours. 

"I guess he's lucky I just ate. So, I'll be good. Now hold still." 

You roll your eyes at him. "I'm not a dog ." 

"No? My bad I must have mistaken you for a bitch." He grins. "A whore then?" 

Your tongue runs over your molars as as your irritation spikes. But your face is kept resolutely blank. "It's not for work. Nobody is paying me. So not that either." 

Hyunjin makes a big show of thinking of how to insult you next. 

"Ah, then a slut." 

"Hmm." You hum. "Probably." 

"I like that." Hyunjin comments offhandedly, still keeping a mysterious echo of a smirk on his face. "So how does it work? Is there a waiting list? An application to put in?"

"Why do you care? You've never been interested in a single thing about me before." 

There's a charged moment of silence in which the two of you hold each other's stare but you aren't going to back down like you had before. You weren't scared of him. Not at all. He was arrogant and blunt and generally disregarded anything that didn't hold his interest but the flipside was how much attention and intent he gave to things that did interest him. Then he was eccentric and intense and unpredictable. You hadn't seen for yourself why his name came with a warning sign so maybe it was naive of you to think that despite all that he was a decent guy. Not nice but not the scum of the earth either. 

You hadn't been able to think about your next move in this game with Changbin but it wasn't escaping your notice that an unlikely opportunity was presenting itself yet again. It was unexpected and surprising but besides fucking every single one of his guards, because even then Bin would probably laugh it off, the only person that could possibly get a rise out of him that you hadn't tried already was Hyunjin. He was the worst kind of fearless, the kind that smiled when people hit him and the kind that sought out the thrills that life had to offer. There was no doubt in your mind that, like Minho, Hyunjin wouldn't balk at the idea of provoking Changbin. He'd probably think it was fun. 

You felt sure that it would work and you'd win. What you weren ' t sure about was why Minho was so worried about you and Hyunjin. But you'd missed the opportunity to ask him when he'd brought it up. Then again, maybe he was just being overprotective because he'd also warned against Chan and so far Minho was the one that had pissed Bin off the most. 

Hyunjin moved first, pushing away from the wall he was leaning against and approaching you. He stopped a few feet away, standing just far enough away that you had to look up at him to meet his eyes. 

"You just became interesting , that's why." He grins and there's something feline in his movement like a cat messing with their prey before making their kill. 

You liked to think you knew yourself pretty well, you'd had to learn fast when you were going through some of the worst moments in your life. And what you knew was that when it came to your wellbeing and making good decisions in support of it… you were the absolute worst. You were stubborn and just like a bull - when you saw red flags you rushed headfirst at them. When you looked back on the choices you'd made to get here in your life it was easy to follow the trail of bad ideas, red flags, and stupid decisions you'd made. It was a character flaw you were working on, really . But it was also how you ended up with Changbin so it was hard to see it as an entirely bad thing. 

It's why you meet Hyunjin's cat-like eyes and devilish curl of his lips with a smirk of your own. 

"Then I guess you're in luck that I happen to be free right now." 

Hyunjin hums and nods and looks away from you for the first time since you'd noticed him in the hallway. His gaze falls on Felix who is still fast asleep next to you. 

"Not here." He states, though he hasn't asked anything and you haven't agreed to anything. "My place." 

You shrug, but your attention wanders to Felix as well. "Sure but should we really just leave Lix here alone? He-" 

"He'll be fine." Hyunjin interrupts, back to his usual tone of boredom and indifference. He's already turned around and is walking back to Felix's bedroom. "You're a target so it's worse for you to be here with him anyway. I'll call my driver." 

The bedroom door is closed behind him signaling the end of the conversation. You stare after it for a moment in shock at how quickly that had just happened. It definitely wasn't how you were expecting your day to go. A driver ? Was that given to him by Chan or did he just come from a rich family or something? You had no idea. Felix didn't have a personal driver as far as you knew. As the thought crossed your mind you happened to look at the blonde once again and realized that it was bad enough to leave him alone here, but you'd be a real jerk to leave him here with cum still drying on his hips. 

While Hyunjin was doing… whatever it was that he was doing, you got up off the couch and walked into the kitchen to get a napkin and wet it under water to clean Felix up. He didn't stir even as your hand gingerly found its way back into his pants to wipe off his skin. Once he was cleaned, you helped to get him in a better position on the couch that wouldn't make him wake up with a crick in his neck and positioned his injured shoulder more carefully across his chest. Then you tucked him in again and set to cleaning up the living room a little. The weed must have been giving him the munchies because most of the trash laying around was soda cans, water bottles, along with snack and candy wrappers. You were throwing the last of it away when Felix's bedroom door opened again. 

Now in the kitchen, you could clearly see Hyunjin emerge - now dressed in a graphic tee and jeans with a hat pulled over his still drying hair. He glanced at the phone in his hand and then slipped it into his back pocket as he noticed you. You stilled, watching him carefully as he walked closer. He came to a stop at the corner of the counter and rested his arms on the surface as he stared. 

"Change your mind?" He guesses. 

Immediately, you shake your head. 

"Then why are you acting so timid all of a sudden? You had no problem asking me what the fuck I was doing here a few minutes ago now you've got nothing to say." 

Maybe you were acting a little less confident than usual. But you didn't usually initiate things like this with people you didn't know well. And though you'd known Hyunjin for years it's not like the two of you were friends . You were barely even acquaintances, honestly. Coworkers at best. Plus… that tiny part of your brain that actually recognized danger was being particularly loud right now. This didn't feel like a good idea. But bad ideas usually had the best outcomes in your experience so you were a little torn. 

You decide to humor him rather than shrug it off. "I've been told very clearly to stay away from you." 

"Yeah?" Hyunjin grins, that same feline curl of his lips reappearing. He steps away from the counter and walks up to you, stopping just a few feet away, but close enough to definitely be considered too close. "Are you the kind of person that likes being told what to do?" 

That makes you laugh under your breath. 

"Actually, yes. But I don't like listening." 

He nods as if he understands exactly what you mean. "I see. Well I'm the kind of person that doesn't like indecisiveness. So decide . But I'll warn you-" 

Suddenly, he takes another step forward pressing his chest against yours and his hand reaches up to grip fiercely at the roots of your hair as he tugs your neck back. The immediate pain makes your eyes water and you can't help but cry out in surprise. The grin on his face is gone now and you have to make yourself breathe through the shock, and yes the heady spike of arousal that shoots through your spine, as you stare back at him. 

"If you want someone who will treat you nicely, you might want to stay here." He warns, and you can tell by the cold expression on his face that he's not joking. 

Blinking hard to steady yourself, you lick your lips and solidify your resolve. He was challenging you and you never backed down from a challenge. So, rather than averting your eyes from his like some scared little girl, you meet him directly and let the corner of your mouth lift into a smirk. 

"And what if I don't like being treated nicely?" 

Hyunjin leaned in even closer then and managed to keep eye contact as he licked up a stripe up the column of your neck. He seemed pleased by your answer, amused even, but it wasn't showing on his face as apparently as it had been before. In fact, his entire demeanor had changed in a heartbeat, morphing into something dark and intense. Hmm. He'd just gotten a lot more interesting too. 

"Then I guess we'll get along well." 

He lets go of your hair then, leaving behind a painful ache that makes you dizzy, and immediately heads for the front door. 

"Let's go. The car is here." 

When he's not looking, you huff and rub your scalp to relieve some of the ache and follow behind him. Outside, as he stated, there's a luxury car in pristine and shiny black waiting for you with the engine running. It's nicer than the one Seungmin had been driving you around in yesterday , though still as discrete as it can be in color. You'd been half expecting a bright yellow sports car.  Shockingly, when Hyunjin appears in the doorway to the house the driver hurries out of the car and opens the door to the backseat. You don't recognize him and he doesn't look even slightly familiar. Strange. You don't know all of Changbin's guards obviously but if he was important enough to be chauffeuring someone around you'd think you would have at least met him once. 

Hyunjin barely acknowledges the man and slides in to the back seat of the car. The man continues to wait, throwing a glance your way and you hurry to get into the car after him. The interior is as sleek as the outside with shiny dark leather and still has that new car smell. Hyunjin sits in a way that takes up two seats as he makes himself comfortable and you nearly scoff at the sight. Clearly, he didn't have guests very often. 

The driver pulls out of the driveway and back onto the street. There's a song playing on the radio at a volume you can barely hear and you try to relax into the drive. Yesterday was a lot and it's going to take a while for you to feel entirely comfortable in a car again without the lingering fear that you were being followed. As if on cue, your eyes find the rearview mirror and study the reflection looking but hoping to not actually see anything. 

"Don't like cars?" Hyunjin questions beside you. You hadn't realized he'd been watching you. 

You shrug and try to focus on him rather than the street around you. His place wasn't far from Felix's from what you remembered so hopefully the ride would be quick. "I don't mind them usually. I'm just still a little shaken from yesterday." 

"Ah." He nods. "Right. That was you, wasn't it? I've never heard of a gang being so hell bent on getting one of their hookers back. Are you special to them or something?" 

Shifting uncomfortably, you dodge his gaze. "Not really. They're just a bunch of psychos." 

"Seems like it." Hyunjin says, dropping the subject easily.

The interior of the car is plunged into a moderate silence with the hum of whatever was playing on the radio and the sound of the tires rolling over the road. You weren't in any hurry to break it and Hyunjin seemed perfectly comfortable with the silence as he watched the scenery pass by. 

~` 

"So this is my place." Hyunjin states as he leads you inside. 

It's bigger than it seems like it'd be considering it's basically a loft above the tattoo shop. Still, it's predictably industrial looking and decorated in an equally predictable masculine way. It's nice though, you'll give him that. Compared to how Bin's place had looked before you moved in this place felt like it had been designed by a professional. 

"It's nice." You compliment genuinely as you walk further into the space behind him. There's a tension here that hadn't been present in the car and it's making you feel nervous all over again. Hyunjin isn't really paying you any mind as he ducks into the kitchen and pours himself a glass of water. He hadn't even taken his shoes off first. 

"So, how's the tattoo business doing? You do good work, I'd imagine you get a lot of customers." 

He turns and stares at you over the glass of water and doesn't put it down until he's finished it. "How do you know how good my work is?" 

Raising an eyebrow at him, you lift your shirt to just under your bra to show off the snake sitting right on your sternum. He cocks his head as he looks at it with a frown on his face like he's never seen it before. 

"I guess that does look like my work. Don't remember doing it, though. I've done so many snakes they all blend together. Anyway," 

He puts the glass down. "I didn't take you to be someone who enjoyed small talk." 

You purse your lips and look around before fixing him with a stare of your own. "I didn't take you to be someone who knew anything about me. You barely know my name." 

"That's fair." He shrugs. "But I don't like small talk. Go ahead into my bedroom, I'll meet you there in a second. I have to grab something first." 

"Have to snort some viagra while I'm not looking?" You tease. 

"Please," He scoffs. "I've been hard since I woke up to Felix whimpering like he was going to die if he didn't cum." 

"He is cute, isn't he?" 

Hyunjin juts his chin in the direction of a door ahead of you to the left. "Go." 

Laughing, you shake your head and make your way to the door he'd indicated. It's a heavy door, at least heavier than you'd expected and it takes some force to push open. The room is pitch black and you run your hand over the wall to try and find the light switch. Once your fingers touch the raised button, you switch it on and your jaw drops in shock. 

" Jesus ." You scoff in equal parts surprise and amusement. 

It's a mostly normal room at first glance. Similar to the rest of the Hyunjin's place it's mostly white with black and red accents. You were expecting to see a dark dungeon with black out curtains when you'd first opened the door but it is inviting . But the stockade at the end of the higher than normal bed, the familiar shape of a giant lacquered X and what was definitely a sex swing in the corner made it clear what kind of extra-curricular activities Hyunjin got up to in his spare time. If he walked in with an NDA begging to let him hurt you, you were going to have to give Christian Grey a call and tell him someone stole his identity. A rich kid with anger issues and an impulse problem who conveniently had a play room installed in his home? Wow, it didn't get much more textbook than that. 

Entranced, you approached the bed with intrigue. The craftsmanship on the stockade was beautiful and it was in a similar shiny lacquer to other things in the room rather than the traditional wood. The door opened behind you and Hyunjin walked in now missing the hat he'd been wearing and his shirt and shoes. Your heart leapt into your chest at the sight of him but he'd already called you out on being nervous once. You weren't going to let him do it again. 

"Impressive set-" 

"Strip." He interrupted with little regard for what you were saying. He had an ornate box in his hands and a bundle of red rope balanced precariously on top of it. 

"I… uh-" The words fizzled like ash in your mouth. "Hyunjin this is…" 

He set the box down at the foot of the bed and that cold and intense look was back on his face with no trace of his previous amusement to be found.

" Strip ." He repeated, leaving no room for argument. "Unless you've changed your mind and want to leave."

The two of you stare at each other for a long moment, him waiting less than patiently and you trying to make up your mind. Eventually you sigh and kick off your shoes before untying your joggers and sliding them down your legs. 

"You have no etiquette for this." You chide. "What about safe words? Asking me what I'm okay with?" 

If Hyunjin is any way offended, he doesn't show it. 

"I don't use safe words. If you ask me to stop, we stop completely. I don't like indecision . If you want to fuck me we're doing it my way or we're not doing it. I told you already that I have no intention of treating you nicely. If you want someone to hold your hand and call you princess, go back to your boyfriend. Otherwise, shut the fuck up or I'll gag you." 

Glaring at him, you obediently keep your mouth shut and pull your shirt over you head before tossing it onto the pile of clothes forming at your feet. 

"I was getting to the important part." He huffs, stepping toward you with the coil of rope in his hands. "I should have realized how much of an impatient brat you'd be. This takes time to get set up." 

When his hand reaches to reach behind your back in search of your bra clasp, goosebumps raise on your skin. He's standing too close yet again and you wonder if he's been doing that on purpose. Despite the agreement of sex on the table you haven't kissed and he hasn't really touched you once besides the strip he'd licked up your neck. It was making you antsy and anxious with anticipation. 

The clasp comes away easily, evident of practice, and your bra is thrown onto the floor with the rest of your belongings. Hyunjin rests the bundle of rope around your shoulders as he slides large and nimble fingers down your sides until they hit the waistband of your panties. You were at least glad that the set matched today but you did regret not automatically reaching for something sexier this morning. The fabric is pulled down your thighs, making you swallow hard, and you carefully step out of them. 

Now fully nude, the situation is turning you on even more than before. You wouldn't have exactly pegged Hyunjin for a dom before now but jesus christ it was a hot surprise. Especially because he seemed to still be ignoring you though you were practically begging him with your eyes to kiss you, to touch you, to do something . But once you were undressed, he took the rope from around your shoulders and nodded toward the bed.

"Get up on the bed. Stay turned so your back is facing me and kneel." 

The bed looks comfortable and you aren't against being tied up or thrown around. Sure, whatever. But you were against blindly following direction. 

"And what do I get out of this?" 

Hyunjin laughs, startling you since he'd had that dark expression on his face since you arrived at his place. " A fantastic lay. God, this is why I don't fuck brats ." 

Well, you didn't doubt that but you still weren't entirely convinced.  Either way you did smirk at him before climbing onto the bed and sitting as he instructed. You hadn't been tied up in a while, it did sound fun. "What else?" 

"Didn't I tell you to stop talking?" He scoffs, sidling up so close behind you that you can feel the warmth of his chest against your skin. He takes your arms together in one hand and brings them behind your back. The rope is cool and gentle against your skin but you can feel its strength when he starts wrapping it around your wrists. It's clearly expensive and you vaguely wonder if he treats all his conquests like this or if you were getting special treatment. 

" What else ?" You ask again. 

"Tell me more about the Changbin thing and I'll decide." 

He's entirely focused now, thin fingers moving deftly to tie and loop the rope around your wrists and arms in an intricate pattern you can't see but can feel . "What about it? We're playing a game of who will give in first. He only has so much patience. If I make him lose first he'll probably fuck me stupid." 

"So is he upset that you're fucking his friends or not? I'm confused." 

"He doesn't normally mind, but I've been blue balling him and doing things on purpose to make him want to put me back in my place." 

"Ah." Hyunjin sighs as he ties a knot particularly tight just between your shoulder blades. He loops the lace around your neck and under your armpit before meeting it back in the middle and copying the same pattern on the other side of your chest. His fingers ghost over your breasts without actually touching them and you find yourself growing impatient once again. "So, he does have a loose leash. Then it seems you're in luck." 

"Why's that?" 

"This is the kind of leash that's made for sluts. And I even have a nice collar to go along with it." 

The words themselves make arousal light in your gut and you nearly squeeze your thighs together to get some kind of relief but freeze when one of Hyunjin's hands leave the rope he was working with and he shoves down at your nape making you fall face first into the bed. Before you can get a word of complaint out those same fingers wrap around your neck and squeeze. 

"See?" Hyunjin prods. "Isn't that pretty? Now I need you to nod if you agree or shake your head if you hate it. I have other collars to try." 

As much as the idea of him digging out an actual collar to put on you sends a certain thrill down your spine this is much, much better. Now that he's pushed you over, you can feel the full effect of the bondage and though you can rest your weight on your shoulders, you have no leverage to push yourself back up. And that paired with the restriction to your airway is intensely arousing. If he didn't do something soon you were going to lose your mind. 

Still, you nod firmly. 

"Right? I thought you'd like it." Hyunjin notes. "I'm not finished with the rope yet… but I guess you must be getting impatient, huh? We're not going to get Bin upset just because I tied you up and choked you a little are we?" 

He releases his grip around your airways and you suck in a much needed breath. It's already made you lightheaded and utterly dizzy with want. You'd entered subspace already which distantly you can only assume was his plan all along. The bed shifts as he moves to stand once again and you're left to balance a little uncomfortably with your face smashed into the bed. Likely noticing that, Hyunjin grabs your leg under the knee and pushes up until you shift along with the movement and rest more of your weight on your knees instead. 

"So, let me tell you what I have in mind." Hyunjin breathes. He's talking so low he's practically whispering, and you're no longer sure if there's a man behind you or the snake from the garden of Eden luring you into tasting the forbidden apple. "I'm not interested in kissing so don't take it personally. Now that you're all tied up and pretty, I think I'll eat you out for a bit since it looks like you're begging back here, practically sobbing you're so wet." 

His hand ghosts over the already swollen lips of your pussy as if to illustrate his point and you involuntary push towards the touch but it's gone too fast. 

"Then, I'm going to indulge myself a little, since I think you can handle it, and introduce you to my knife collection."

" K-knife collection ?" You echo, unsure if you'd actually heard him correctly. Your heart is pounding in your ears.  

Hyunjin hums and you see him return to the foot of the bed out of the corner of your eye and drag the ornate box he'd brought in a little closer to you. "Yes, my beautiful babies. I think they'll look gorgeous against your skin. Blood is one of my turn ons, but I promise I won't do anything too dangerous." 

"Um-" You start and falter, feeling anxiety spike in your gut for reasons you aren't exactly sure of. It's rare for you to have a new experience in the bedroom after all your years of sex work and even knives and blood kinks weren't the most surprising thing you've heard. But… Minho's words keep echoing in your head. He's a maniac . Why hadn't you asked him what the hell that meant?! 

"... Is that alright?" Hyunjin questions when you don't say anything after a long moment. His tone has changed, growing a little sharper from the smooth and low voice he'd been using a few seconds ago. 

You take in a deep breath and decide to trust your gut. He was asking first and you knew that if you said no he'd untie you and send you on your way home. It was a little more black and white than the shades of grey you were used to in the bedroom but that wasn't the behavior of someone that couldn't be trusted. 

"...Yes." 

" Good ." Hyunjin purrs. The rest of the rope is thrown onto the bed to your left and his hand lands hotly on your hip, pushing your back down a little further and forcing you to accommodate the stance change by spreading your legs further apart and lifting your ass. "After I have my fun, I'm going to finish tying you up to the fancy rig I have above the bed and I'm gonna fuck you." 

You do still feel a little dizzy but the mention of the knife had brought you back a little. "Big talk for someone who hasn't even touched me yet." 

"Well," Hyunjin begins, and the warmth behind you shifts lower like he's kneeling now. "You asked. "

Without wasting any more time, his hands spread you open at your center and he licks another stripe on your body, this time from your clit all the way to the puckering rim of your asshole. The sudden and frankly unexpected onslaught of pleasure makes your tremble. 

" F-Fuuuck…" You moan into the sheets. It becomes immediately apparent that the rope, while briefly set aside, still had a purpose because this position is by no means comfortable and somehow makes you feel even more exposed than you usually were while nude. With your arms restrained behind you, you could do little else than take what you were given. 

He laps at your clit again and again, slowly teasing your pussy open with a single finger at the same time. The comment about how wet you were hadn't exactly been an exaggeration and he met little resistance as he curled the finger inside of you. Finally , you get the relief you've been wanting and Hyunjin focuses solely on alternating between sucking your clit and licking at your folds. When he adds a second finger to the mix, lithe and nimble, you gasp at the way he pulls open your entrance with the digits and then pokes his tongue inside. It makes a tight line of pleasure arch down your spine and you struggle against the ropes suddenly wanting to hold on to something , anything. Hyunjin doesn't even laugh at your squirming and instead doubles down, pressing his tongue so far into your hole that his nose ends up pressed to your ass cheek. 

" Ooooh , fuck! Hyunjin- ah !" You whine, squirming even more and finding it deliciously perverse that the more you struggle the tighter the ropes feel against you. Somehow you're already getting close. You can feel the pull in your gut and the desperation for it even as Hyunjin stops fucking you with his tongue and returns to fucking those two digits inside of you as he makes a wet and sloppy mess of your pussy. Your toes curl and you hurtle towards it and, clearly sensing how much you're suddenly squeezing around his fingers, Hyunjin fucks them into you faster and draws his tongue up to suck hard at your clit. 

Shit. Shit. Shit. You're fucking close. 

"Ah!" You squeal, feeling the pleasure crescendo before the crash. "Oh fuck! Fuck, I'm close! Yes, yesssss- mmmn ." 

Your legs, now having a mind of their own, squeeze his head tight between your thighs to hold him there as your orgasm approaches like a runaway train. Your moans pick up in speed, volume, and pitch as you get closer and closer… and- 

"Hah," Hyunjin sighs, raggedly, withdrawing his fingers and leaving you open and clenching around nothing. The desperate cry that falls from your mouth is embarrassing. But you'd been so fucking close. "That's enough of that. This pussy of yours is gorgeous though, I could see how someone could get addicted. It's so… responsive." 

As if to illustrate his point and torture you further he leans in once again to flick his tongue against your clit making you shout and tense all over. 

" Unh!" You gasp when he pulls away again. "Wha… what are you-" 

The words get stuck in your throat when the cold press of metal is suddenly pressed to the side of your thigh. The touch makes you tense immediately and a rush of fear runs just as cold in your veins leaving you spaced out and confused. 

"Mmm, yeah. It's gorgeous." Hyunjin hums, running what you now realize to be the flat side of a blade against your skin. Its fucking sharp and you can tell because even while pressed flat you can feel the ghost of the edge knick your flesh as it glides down the shape of your thigh. 

You try to relax but without being able to see him it's an impossible task. " Hyun -" 

Once again his tongue, so evil it might as well have been forked, sticks out to lay a stripe of wet heat across your swollen lips. You cry out in surprise and buck towards it, still kept right on the precipice of falling over into what would have been a really great orgasm. For your trouble, the knife he'd been holding against you knicks your skin for real and you can feel a drop of blood, hot as lava, run down the inside of your leg. 

" Ah, ah ah." Hyunjin admonishes. "You might hurt yourself. Be still." 

This is a god damn mind game. A saw trap where struggling too much would be the end of you but everything in your bones is aching to chase that pleasure to crash over the edge into bliss but you can't . Frustrated, a whine leaves your mouth before you can stop it, but it's all you can do to keep absolutely still. 

"Look at that. You can be obedient if you want to. Is this when I call you a good girl and give you what you want?" 

He snorts meanly, and you know he has no intention of doing that. Not yet at least. 

" No . I don't want to. But you look so delicious like this, tied up and whimpering, that I think I'll give you a reward. Make sure you stay still, okay?" 

You have no idea whatsoever what he's planning to do next but your brain doesn't have any capacity to think about extra things like that. I want to cum and be still are taking up all available real estate. So, you don't question it when he pulls away for a few moments, only to return with fingers dripping with lube that lands all over your legs before finally getting to your center. The two fingers that he slides in enter with a lewd sound, but it's barely heard over the long drawn out moan it pulls from you. 

You're so fucking close again it's hard to keep your legs from shaking. For a second you forget why you were even supposed to be staying still but then you feel it - fire , burning shooting pain on your hip just above your ass. The pain is too sharp and too sudden that you're immediately in tears. The shock of it steals your breath and makes your fingers grasp desperately at the covers. Your hip and leg quickly become warm with freshly drawn blood and your brain goes completely fuzzy. 

Before you can get your bearings, Hyunjin fucks the fingers into you faster making the pleasure drown out the pain but just barely. Then he slides the knife through your skin in another line making you shriek. 

"AH! H-HYUNJIN!" Your throat is tight, too tight and it's hard to breathe. But you feel as if you're completely underwater, your own voice even sounds far away like you're hearing it through a filter. 

Hyunjin runs a finger through the blood running down your thigh almost in reverence. "Wow… you do sound hot screaming for me like that. I can see why Bin likes you." 

Be still be still be still . 

It's the only thing running on your mind in a loop. His fingers feel amazing, scissoring you open and reaching deep inside of you but the sensory overload is still keeping you on the edge just good enough to keep you from getting turned off but not enough to actually get you where you need to be. Another line is cut into your flesh, making you tense and scream again. Your face is wet with tears now and the adrenaline is making your entire body vibrate but you're staying as still as you can, singularly focused on your instruction repeating it like a mantra in your head even after you've long floated off into sub space. The blade cuts your skin once again making a similar vertical line next to the first. 

Hyunjin practically growls and doesn't give you any time for the pain to settle before he drags the tip of the blade horizontally causing another round of blood to spill over. You choke on a sob, overwhelmed beyond belief and unsure of what you're even feeling anymore. It's all a mess now, all tangled and twisted and indistinguishable. It's impossible to tell if your tears are from pain or from desperation. But still you hold on and grip the covers so tightly in your hands that you just might rip them. 

"Ah, you're doing so well." The sinful voice returns and the feeling of his breath hitting your sweaty, bloody, lube covered thighs makes them shake hard . "Just a little more."

You can't manage a response even if he'd asked for one. Drool is leaking from your mouth and between your running nose and moist eyes your face is just as wet as your thighs. He must feel more confidently about your ability to handle any more than you do because, as under it as you feel, the fear of bleeding to death or something else crazy is ticking up higher and higher and you're nearly at your limit. 

Even Hyunjin seems to be struggling to keep it together because though his fingers are still stroking the walls of your cunt, it's clear that keeping you on the edge has become a secondary focus. His breathing is labored and he moans aloud when he brings down the blade to cut at your skin again. All of the cuts have been centralized in the same area on your hip making the whole spot ache so badly you barely feel the blade the fourth time - just the initial burn that makes your vision unfocused and your whole body seize and the horrible ache. 

" God fucking damn it. " Hyunjin swears low and possessive. His hand leaves from inside of you and you can hear the clatter of the blade as it falls nearby. "That's fucking hot, that's so fucking hot - shit." 

He moans, making a sound so guttural that it resembles a wild animal. He's still panting and sounds about as wrecked as you feel. His hands are no longer on you at all but you can vaguely hear him hiss before the tell tale sound of a wet fist smacking against a pelvis can be heard. You can't move on your own since you're still tied up with your face down so you can't see it with your own eyes. But it really does sound like he's jerking off furiously. His breath hitches as he moans again and the stroking sound gets faster. 

"Can I tell you a secret?" Hyunjin whispers breathlessly. "I lied earlier." 

He laughs a little, sounding drunk and out of it. 

"I wasn't hard because of Felix. It was b-because… I slept in his room. His sheets were a fucking mess . They must have pulled the bullet out in there and s-stitched him up. They were so fucking bloody . I was jerking off all fu… fucking night, fuck! Fuck the fucking ropes. "

You aren't sure that you would understand what the hell he was talking about even if you were completely coherent. But since you weren't you continued to stay as still as possible even as the feeling of your own blood warm and hot pooled around your bent knees. It's also why when hands, stronger than you initially realized, pull at the base of the rope at your spine and flip you over. The sudden change in perspective makes you even dizzier and your eyes take a moment to refocus. 

Hyunjin is there, hair damp with sweat and eyes dark with a manic sort of look that would have disturbed you in any other context. He has a splotch of blood, likely yours, on his cheek and above his eyebrow and when he reaches out again to fix your legs and hold one up in his hand and let the other drop off the side of the bed you see that his hands are also tinged with red. He pulls and you slide across the bed, closer to him, and the covers rubbing raw over the new wound at your back makes you cry out in renewed pain. 

It doesn't even seem like the sound registers to him, because once you're positioned he just reaches down and guides his cock into you. You'd lost some momentum because of how much pain you were in but his cock spreading you open with little pretense and immediately seating the long length deep inside of you reignites the flame like gasoline. Hyunjin grabs your other leg and holds both out and up in his grasp and immediately starts fucking you slowly , not fast like you'd expected. He makes sure you feel the entire length of him against your walls and punctuates it with quick, short thrusts aimed right at your g-spot. 

In this position he can actually look at you and it's probably seeing your tear streaked face that makes the little sadist in him act. He hooks your legs over his shoulders, pulling you closer as he leans over the expanse of your nude body and reaches down to give you your collar back. His hand wraps around your neck tightly, squeezing intelligently at the sides so he doesn't crush your windpipe but you can barely breathe as it is so the short bursts of him squeezing hard and then releasing - fully in control of your air intake makes your brain peacefully float off into oblivion. You practically go limp on the bed and let him have his way with you totally and completely. 

He hits that spot inside you in this new angle a third, a fourth, a fifth time and you orgasm with a broken wail having little energy or throat quality after all of your earlier screaming. It doesn't make it any less intense and after being edged for so long it makes you spasm and shake before flopping back onto the bed - exhausted and completely spent. Thankfully, you don't have to suffer through the overstimulation for too long because Hyunjin lets go of your throat and thrusts a little faster for a moment before pulling out and spilling all over your stomach with a long, drawn out groan. 

" Ah ," He sighs, catching his breath and wringing every last drop out of his cock with his bloodstained hand. "That was good. Feel lightheaded now… shit." 

You can barely keep your eyes open but even with them closed your brain is blissfully blank and free of thought. 

Hyunjin starts shuffling around but you can't tell what he's doing. The warmth of his body leaves you briefly and though you long for its return, you can't bring yourself to ask for him to come back. Something about having to ask makes you terrified that he'll say no and in the state you're in you don't know how well you'd handle any kind of rejection. But thankfully he comes back to you of his own volition. 

"The cleanup is always the fucking worst part." He grumbles and you feel a warm towel wet with water start to wipe at your stomach. It instantly settles you and while you'd been tensing and your anxiety had been building, you calm at his touch. 

You hadn't expected him to be so good at aftercare, or even be interested in something so necessary and tedious, but he manages to keep surprising you. He meticulously cleans you up, leaving and returning a few times to get the job done. Once your face is wiped clean, along with your chest and stomach, thighs and in between them, he helps you turn over and cleans the back of your thighs as well. Then he takes his time untying you and humming a little song to himself as he does. Once the rope is off, he massages the feeling back into your wrist, shoulders, and back. The hands, nimble and firm, relax you to the point of nearly falling asleep but you still feel a little on edge for some reason and can't quite get to sleep. 

It probably has to do something with the area he still hasn't addressed. 

He gets up to put the rope away and when he returns he sets several things down on the bed next to you. You can't see them from your position but you pay attention when his hand hovers over your hip for a second. 

"This is going to hurt a little." He warns. But there's something odd in his voice now, he sounds unfocused like his brain is on something else entirely. 

You were warned of course but it still makes you cry out in pain when he pats the area around the wound clean with another wet towel. And then you cry out again, beating your fist against the bed when he wipes it with what is clearly some kind of alcohol or disinfectant. 

If you weren't still so out of it you'd probably swear at him - but you are, so you just huff and make yourself comfortable again. He rubs some kind of ointment into your skin and then tapes down a bandage before patting at your leg. 

"Are you against me holding you for a bit?" He asks. The question takes you by surprise but you can't tell if the bored tone he'd asked it in is for show or if he doesn't care either way. "It's just that I usually do that after… you know. It's routine." 

You scoff and swing your legs around so you can scoot up the bed to reach the pillows. "You just had your tongue in my vagina but you're asking if you can hold me?" 

Hyunjin rolls his eyes. Now that you can actually see him and hold a string of thought other than be still , you realize that he must have freshened himself up at some point because he was wearing different boxers and his hands were clean. There was still a smudge of red above his eyebrow though. 

"Well, I don't fucking know." He snaps, crawling into bed after you. "I'm not your god damn boyfriend."

Surprisingly, he even smells of cologne - one that's a little floral and probably very expensive. But you're grateful for the offer and easily let him slip in behind you and lay an arm over your side. He purposefully sits a little higher up on the bed than you so you're forced to spoon him and he busies himself with finger combing through your messy hair as the two of you simply sit and breathe quietly.

It's exactly what you need to be eased back into reality but you're so exhausted that rather than deal with any of the reality you promptly fall asleep instead. 

~` 

When you wake again it's to immediate disorientation. 

The smells are unfamiliar, the feeling of the body against yours is unfamiliar, the shapes you see in the dimly lit room are unfamiliar and you nearly panic before the hand on your waist squeezes you closer. You jostle against the touch making your nude lower back brushes up against warm skin and a sudden flash of pain makes you gasp. 

"Stop squirming." A voice deep from sleep mutters. 

Oh. It all comes rushing back to you and you relax again. You were at Hyunjin's place. Right. 

And that sudden pain was…

" Fuck , Hyunjin." You swear quietly. Anxiety rises high in your chest and settles like alka seltzer in a glass at the bottom of your gut. 

"What?" He groans in clear annoyance to be woken up already. 

You don't even know. It's just… this is bad. This is really, really fucking bad. But you can't even explain why in words, you're too overwhelmed and too shocked to make any sense of it. Distantly you can hear a phone ringing but it's not your ringtone. Where is your phone anyway? You haven't checked in with your boyfriend in hours.

"Ugh," Hyunjin grunts, pulling his arm from around you and flopping over onto his back. "Fucking phone keeps ringing. I'm trying to sleep ." 

The wound in your back throbs again and your focus dials into it. You suddenly can't help but think vividly back to when you'd come to Hyunjin's place to get your snake tattoo. "Is that what you did to that girl back then?" 

Hyunjin yawns and you sit up and face him ignoring how sore your entire body feels. "You're going to have to be more specific."

"When I first came to your place to get my group tattoo. You were up here with a woman, she had bandages on her shoulder but she hadn't even come out of the tattoo shop. You two seemed close and when I asked if she got a tattoo you gave me a weird answer. It always bothered me. Is… did you do the same to her?" 

Hyunjin frowns as he tries to recall the moment. It was years ago now and he tended to not remember things that weren't important to him so you knew not to get your hopes up.

"...Where did she have bandages again?" 

"Her shoulder ." You stress. 

Hyunjin shrugs. "Well, I don't remember that specific time but I know who you're talking about. And no. She got four letters. S . L . U . T . I didn't think you could handle that many so I-" 

"Wait." You frowned and a second layer of dread froze the anxiety brewing in your gut. " Letters ? Then what did you give-"

Your words were cut off by a loud banging coming from somewhere in the apartment. Hyunjin immediately groaned and you were quick to get off the bed despite how fiercely your body protested. There was a pause and then the banging started again and you realized that it was someone banging at the front door. 

" Jesus . Can't get any sleep these days. Who is it this time?" Hyunjin complained, swinging his own legs over the bed and getting up himself. 

You glanced at him, horrified, but even more horrified to see the dried blood now a dark brown against the stark white of the sheets. Your blood. You'd let Hyunjin do that, you agreed to it, and now you had… fuck ! Now you had letters carved into your fucking back. What the fuck? What the fuck?!  

Hyunjin paid your panic attack no mind and strode out of the room. You stared at the sheets for another second before rushing to gather your clothes and put them on. Shit . Holy shit . This was so fucking bad. You'd fucked up this time, like really, really, really fucked up. And although you were pissed, you couldn't even blame Hyunjin because even though he'd clearly taken this too far, you'd given him permission to do what he wanted and you'd been warned-

Tears burned hotly at your vision as you quickly dressed. You could hear raised voices coming from elsewhere in the apartment and your anxiety skyrocketed. You could barely get your shoes on your feet your hands were shaking so badly. Where was your phone at?! 

You looked around at the floor and finally spotted it a few feet away where it'd likely fallen out of the pocket of your joggers. It was a task to finally get the thing unlocked but your eyes widened at the amount of notifications on your screen. The voices were getting louder and you could recognize the voice that was at the door now. 

"Listen-" 

"No! You fucking listen to me , asshole!! I'm not fucking around with you - is she here or not !?!"  

Despite how long you'd known him, you'd never ever heard Minho sound so pissed off before. 

1 missed call from Binnie

2 missed calls from Lixxie <3

7 missed calls from HAN JISUNG

13 missed calls from Minnie ^^

2 new messages from Binnie

5 new messages from Lixxie <3

11 new messages from HAN JISUNG

34 new messages from Minnie ^^ 

Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. 

You rushed out of the bedroom before Minho truly lost it, and walked out into the living room only to see that Minho had already shoved his way inside and was looking around with a fierce glare. He was even in his usual work suit which meant that he'd been working but had stopped to come here instead and you knew that there were very few things that could make him step away from work. Being on his death bed was one and apparently you were another. 

You'd been hoping to calm him down by appearing but when his eyes met yours his expression soured so much that you swear he nearly snarled. A mix of emotions passed across his face as his jaw appeared to fight to stay closed and not keep shouting. Eventually, it settled into an uneasy calm that told you just how furious he really was, and he looked away from you to lift his phone up to ear. 

"Hey-" He started, sounding incredibly strained. "Yes… yes, I found her. Not an emergency. Anyone asks, she's with me. I'll call you back later." 

When he hung up and stuck the phone back into his pocket he met your eyes again and you could see the disappointment clear as day in them. 

"Come on." 

You swallowed harshly. "M-Minnie…" 

" Come! On! " He shouted, startling you so badly that you immediately clamped your lips shut. You didn't really want to stay here anyway or get a ride from Hyunjin - you were kind of sick of looking at his face right now, so he'd get no argument out of you, but you just desperately wanted to explain yourself somehow. 

You nodded and ducked your head down so you wouldn't have to keep looking him in the eye. The two of you walked out but as you passed by Hyunjin who was just standing against the open door in nothing but his boxers, Minho jabbed a finger into his chest. 

"Answer… your fucking phone when it's ringing. We'll talk later." 

Curiously, you glanced up at Hyunjin when you walked by him and were surprised to see that he actually looked a little nervous and was biting his lip. Still, he met your eyes and mouthed "bye" to you. It took everything in you not to flip him off. 

~` 

"Minnie, you're bleeding." 

He attempted to laugh but flinched when the movement hurt his clearly broken nose and caused another rush of blood. "Thanks for pointing out the obvious. Why are you in here? I don't want Bin to come back and curb stomp me when he sees us together." 

You frowned and unrolled a few more sheets of paper towels that you'd grabbed and offered them to him to catch the blood. 

"He needs to fucking cool off." It had taken four people and you screaming at the two of them to break up the near fight after Changbin had thrown the first punch. He'd practically had to be dragged outside, but you knew he could have done much worse damage if he'd really meant it. "I'll talk to him later. Right now, I'm more worried about you." 

"Why?" He questions wryly, looking up at you like he can't make any sense of what you're doing. 

"Because you're hurt and that makes me want to coddle you, that's why." 

He tilts his head up and closes his eyes. "Don't be worried about me, I'm an idiot." 

You sigh and stop kneeling, choosing to sit against the wall with him instead. You'd normally think twice about casually sitting on the floor in the men's bathroom of a club like this but right now you couldn't care less. 

"Why did you do that? You can't expect me to believe you didn't know how Bin was going to react when you told him we used to sleep together like that." The fallout had been immediate and you'd seen it coming a mile away when you noticed that Minho was drinking more than usual and seemed to think that poking fun at Changbin was a great idea tonight. 

Minho hums. "I don't know. I think I lost my mind for a minute." 

You narrow your eyes at him. Unfortunately, the two of you knew each other a little too well sometimes and you already had a few guesses as to why he'd done it. " Minho ." 

"Just for a minute." He promises, as if that helps somehow. "You know I am human? I have human emotions sometimes. It's not a big deal." 

You knock your leg against his. "Oh yeah? Could have fooled me, I thought you were a heartless robot this whole time." 

He chuckles and flinches again and then goes silent for a long time. You weren't going to push the subject if he wanted to drop it though. You weren't that mean. Or at least you liked to think that you weren't. 

"... I love you." 

He looks you in the eyes as he says it and your heart squeezes hard in your chest. But you meet his eyes anyway and reach down to lace your fingers in his. It's the first time he's voiced it but you've known it for much longer than that. Though, you knew from experience that just because you loved someone or someone loved you it didn't mean that you should be in a relationship. Some things just weren't meant to be. 

"I love you, too." You tell him, and you know that you don't have to explain yourself further than that. Not to him. It's not a lie but although they're the same words, they don't have the same meaning. 

Minho nods and closes his eyes again. A tear slips down the slope of his nose but you kindly ignore it. 

"I think my nose is broken." He states after another long moment.  

"Yeah, I thought that was obvious." 

"Shit."

The car ride with Minho was about as tense as driving with Seungmin had been. He was pissed - livid, really and though he didn't say a single word to you after leaving Hyunjin's place you could feel the rage radiated off him in waves. And though you hadn't experienced him being this angry at you before, you knew that when he got like this it was for the best not to talk until he stopped yelling. This silence was just the calm before the storm. 

Which is why you continued to keep your mouth shut as he drove you directly back to the main building and escorted you to your room. It's why you only gave Jeongin an apologetic smile when he saw the two of you walking in and tried to approach to say hello with a blush bright on his face, Minho had barely looked at him stopping him in his tracks with a terse "not now" and continued to the elevators without stopping. It's why you didn't even bother to ask why Minho hadn't pressed the button for your own penthouse suite and had instead pressed the button for the floor below that. His floor. It had initially been Jisung's - a gift from Chan since the two had known each other for so long but Jisung had been too lonely in it so he'd switched with Minho. Though it seemed that Minho seemed to be spending most of his time in Jisung's place anyway. 

And so you followed along silently when the elevator dinged open and let out into a hallway similar to your own with Changbin and watched as Minho unlocked the door and held it open until you stepped inside. Like Changbin, Minho had an entire floor to himself though it wasn't the penthouse suite only because it was a level lower. It was just as nice, though. You hadn't been here in a long time but you'd once spent so much time here that it still felt pretty familiar. But while you'd missed your time here you'd missed Minho's three cats even more. Truthfully, they were a lot of the reason why you'd been here so much. 

You didn't have much time to look for them though, because as soon as the door had been closed Minho toed his shoes off - leaving them at the front door and he started walking further into the room muttering quietly at first which scared you more than his yelling. 

"I can't believe you, Y/N. I mean I really can't believe you. I'm in shock, actually." He started, walking out into the living room. You shuffled behind him, keeping your head down and lips tightly shut because you knew you deserved this and worse. 

Minho stopped and turned, spinning around to face you. "Do you have any idea how worried you made me? Jisung? Felix? I'm actually asking - do you have any clue?" 

"Minho I-" 

"For fucks sake ! You don't. You really don't. Let me explain it to you. Jisung was texting you to let you know he was on his way back from the meeting he had, but you weren't answering, so he called you and you still weren't answering. Then he gets a call from Felix asking him if he'd come to get you already. Obviously not because he can't get a hold of you. So he drives back to Felix's place. Neither of them have any clue where you are." His chest is heaving with breaths as he speaks, each word sharper and louder than the last.

"Then! Then- Jisung remembers that Hyunjin had been at Felix's place so he calls him. No answer. Calls him five more times. Nothing. They both start to panic and call me to ask if I've heard from you. Of course, I haven't. We all start calling around, casually to not cause a full scale panic, and nobody has seen or heard from you. Then Changbin calls Jisung, since you're supposed to be with him and you haven't checked in with him in hours. Jisung panics, because he's still terrified that Bin is pissed about what happened before and tells him that you're with me . And at this point, night is falling and we're starting to think the worst. Maybe those psychos got to you after all. Maybe you're being held hostage - or worse… dead ." 

A fresh round of guilt settles like tar in your stomach and you feel sick. If you'd been thinking at all you would have known that the second you weren't where you were supposed to be it would have caused a panic. And you felt awful, truly awful, for making the people you cared about not only lie and cover for you but also ever have the thought that something terrible might have happened to you. Not for the first time today, your eyes well with tears. You try to take a step toward him, hoping to comfort him and assure him that you were fine but he shakes his head and takes a step back. 

"But something kept nagging at me, I just had a gut feeling." He scoffs. "You don't get many chances to talk to Hyunjin and there's a fat chance you're going to get any of the guards to take you to him and leave the two of you alone together out of the blue. So, I start wondering if his disappearance and radio silence is connected because I know you and I fucking knew you were going to do some shit like this." 

You slap at the tears that have escaped your eyes and roll down your face. "M-Minnie I-" 

"I fucking knew you were going to do some shit like this!" He repeats, fuming all over again. "I couldn't even be comforted by thinking that maybe you were with Hyunjin, because being alone with him is only marginally fucking better than those lunatics taking you back!! I told you to stay away from him!!!" 

He turns away after nearly screaming at you, like he can't bear to even look you in the eyes and takes a moment to breathe and run his hands through his hair over and over again.   

"I didn't mean to make anyone worry about me. I'm sorry." You apologize quietly, trying your best not to cry. "I just… I made a mistake. I should have at least checked in with Bin, I don't want him worrying about me either."'

Minho sighs heavily and turns around. He just looks exhausted now, as if this whole thing has shaved years off his life. It probably has. 

"Do you know why we worry about you? It's because you make the dumbest fucking decisions and go looking for trouble rather than staying away from it because it turns you on. We all know that. Everyone knows that. What you did was reckless and inconsiderate of all the people trying to make sure you're safe, but most importantly it wasn't safe." Something in his face falls, betraying how emotional this entire fiasco has made him and you rush forward to hug him tightly before you can see his expression truly crumple. 

He sobs quietly into your hair, holding tightly onto you like you might just up and fly away if he doesn't hold tight enough and this… this is the kind of thing that makes you feel truly horrible. People like Minho didn't cry, not like this, not like he didn't know what he'd do if he lost you. It was just wrong and you hated that it was your fault. 

When he gets himself together again and you manage to hold back your own flood of tears so you can just focus on comforting him, he pulls your shoulders back and away from him and looks at you directly. 

"So, what did he do to you?" 

You blink at him in shock. "You… knew ?" 

"Well, fucking duh, Y/N." He snaps, though he's still sniffling. "I was the one trying my best to warn you to keep away from him in a way that wouldn't make him seem more appealing to you. Obviously I failed. So? What did he do? It looks like he choked you at the very least."

You hesitate for a moment, wondering if there was any chance you'd be able to lie your way out of this but you already knew that you'd need Minho's help with this. Plus you were absolutely fucked anyway. So, with a sigh, you lifted your shirt and turned around. 

"... Are you fucking joking?" 

You huff. "Minho, please . Just take the bandage off. Even I don't know what he did, I was too out of it. He used a knife but… I don't know. Just look for me, okay?"  

After a moment of hesitation and a sigh that sounded suspiciously shaky Minho fingers traced around the bandage lighting the nerves and making the ache even deeper. His nails caught at the edge of the bandage and he pulled it off slowly like he was afraid to reveal it. 

"Ha," He chuckles dryly but it sounded like he was about to cry again. "You're so fucked when Changbin sees this." 

"What?!" You demand, panic making your voice screech. "What do you mean? Why? What is it? Don't laugh like that!!" 

Minho moved away from you shaking his head and still laughing that weird and haunting little laugh. "Hyunjin is dead . Literally a dead man walking. I know a guy… he does discrete burials. I should probably give him a call. This is so bad, I can't help but laugh. I mean it's just-" 

"Minho." You glare, no longer messing around. "What the fuck did he do?" 

He stares at you a moment, still shaking his head in disbelief. "...HJ." 

"He carved his name into your hip."

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Chapter Text

You can't stand it, I'm the Charmer

"Why the sudden offer to get drinks?" You ask, loose lipped and tipsy after downing the first and half of the second drink tonight. 

Changbin had been full of surprises today and asking you out was apparently not the end of it. He'd been a gentleman escorting you to his car, further surprising you by not inviting anyone else along. Then he'd led you to a pretty fancy bar, surprising you because it didn't actually seem to be owned by Chan. And even now he was continuing to surprise you by sitting at the bar, easily taking on your tab for the night, but not too easily keeping the drinks flowing - he wasn't out to get you drunk. 

But, most importantly, he was facing you fully at the bar and was hanging off your every word like he'd regret it forever if he missed one. Usually if one of the members besides Minho wanted to take you out, it was rare for them to be after anything but getting you into bed but it was even more rare for them to show any actual interest in you. The food was nice, the cars were nice, the drinks were nice, and the guys for the most part were nice. But there was always an urgency, always a feeling that the wining and dining was a means to an end. 

Changbin was in no rush though and he'd held the tiniest easy smile as he remained enraptured by what you were saying. You'd even gotten him to laugh a few times. It was bizarre behavior from him to say the least. Immovable pillars of solid rock didn't tend to emote last time you checked. 

But you weren't an idiot. He did want something from you, that much was obvious but the fact that he wanted anything at all from you was confusing. That he could want something different from all the other guys before was baffling. 

Still, he just shrugged a little and swirled the brown liquor in glass around a bit before saying, "It seemed like the right timing." 

"The right timing?" You echo in confusion, unable to stop the small giggle that erupts. "What the hell does that mean?" 

"I wanted to so I did." He explains. Not that it provides you with any explanation at all. "Why did you say yes?" 

You lift your glass in the air with a smirk. "Free drinks." 

Changbin nods and smiles that tiny little smile again and looks out into the rest of the bar. "I guess I should have expected that." 

You watch him openly, suddenly so curious about him. You may have known how good he looked in a suit or even a white t-shirt and jeans with a cap over his head, hell you even knew how good he looked while maiming a man but you had no idea that he could make so many expressions. It kind of makes you wonder how many other things he's been hiding under that usually blank face of his. Something told you that you wouldn't be disappointed by what you'd find. 

"I wanted to get to know you." 

Your eyebrow raises. "Why?" 

"You're my type." He states as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. As if he's been giving you signals the whole time you've known each other. He hasn't been. You would know, you've been watching him and trying to give him signals of your own. 

You scoff and roll your eyes, turning your attention back to your half emptied glass to take another sip. "Yeah, right. Try that line on someone else. That won't work on me." 

"It's not a line." He denies cooly. "I mean it, you're my type." 

It takes you great deals of restraint to not roll your eyes at him again. Instead, you decide to just give in and humor him. 

"Yeah? Then what's your type exactly? Easy ?" 

Changbin smirks then like you've just fallen into some trap that he's been carefully laying and you do feel a little trapped when he leans over to narrow the space between you and lowers his voice. "No…" He rasps. "Trouble." 

Then he leans back in his chair, comfortable as ever as he stretches languidly across it, manspreading and all. 

"I like dealing with trouble." 

You blink at him in shock, a little more lost for words than you'd like to be in this moment. But your heart beat skipped when he leaned in close and your stomach stopped when he elaborated and now that he's staring at you like that with that dark look in his eye… you're rendered speechless for a few seconds. It sucks because you know Changbin knows he's won and you know that he knows that you know he's won and you're usually the winner. You fluster them not the other way around so what kind of bullshit is this? 

He's not an asshole about it but you know that when he's still got that look on his face as he runs a hand down his sleeve and fiddles with his watch that he's gloating. 

"I think you like being dealt with too." 

"I-" You stutter, falter, forget what you were going to say. Your brain picked the absolute worst moment to visualize what he meant by that. And it's… fuck , okay. 

Changbin waits for a little while, giving you plenty of time to collect yourself as if the fucker knows that he's just rocked your world without even lifting a finger as if he knows that you can't help but think about what he could do by lifting a finger, what you'd do to find out-

"... Are you seeing anyone right now?" He asks when you still haven't come up with anything logical to say because your last brain cell is hard at work trying to keep you from actively drooling at how snug his pants fit around his thick thighs when he shifts again on his seat. 

Thankfully it's a simple enough question.  "No." 

"Neither am I," He starts, cool calm and collected. "But I do want to see you again." 

You blink. Is time moving in slow motion or is that just you? "Sure… that'd be nice." 

Somehow you manage to get it together a little bit and snap yourself out of it. 

"I wouldn't mind seeing you again either." 

"No?" He smirks again. "And here I thought you were getting your fill of me all those times you stared at me thinking I didn't notice." 

You shrug nonchalantly and let your eyes obviously roam over his figure. "Can't help it if you're hot as hell." 

"I didn't say I was complaining. Stare all you want." 

And he's giving you that fucking look again. The one that's asking if all you want to do is just look and not touch. Not kiss, not suck, not bite, not lick, not- 

You finish your drink and set it on the counter. 

"This was fun, thanks. Can we get out of here now?" 

Changbin snickers and sets his own partially emptied glass down. He slides out of his seat as he pulls his wallet out and places a bill on the counter. He's still standing when his attention refocused on you and you have to look up at him a little from this angle. He leans down, hand gripping the counter near your shoulder as he shifts and the scent of his cologne makes you feel more caged in and trapped by him than you actually are. 

"Depends…" He whispers, voice inky black with darkness and seeping with an unspoken promise. "Can you call me daddy ?"

The problem with getting in bed with polite psychos, you realize, is that they'll trick you into letting them carve their initials into your body like a brand. Or, even worse, they won't take rejection well after and will make it their personal vendetta to make your life a living hell and kill everyone you cared about. 

You've had about enough with getting into bed with psychos. 

And you've had about enough of waking up every morning the last nine days to a very slowly fading scar on your hip in the initials of someone you'd had sex with for fun. It's getting a bit ridiculous at this point. Your boyfriend, unlike with all of your other recent conquests, will not be amused. He will not be amused for various reasons. He'd told you to stay away from Hyunjin. He'd told you to tell him every time you had sex with someone else and you had still yet to tell him about Hyunjin. He'd told you he valued honesty and currently he still thought you'd spent that night with Minho. He'd told you to be careful, and that certainly didn't include letting someone carve your body for sexual pleasure because you were a little too comfortable with being submissive to someone you didn't really trust. You'd trusted him not to kill you, but it couldn't be trust if you'd been so surprised by his willingness to indulge in aftercare.

Not for the first time, you sigh heavily and curse your past self for her stupid choices. They were all coming to haunt you now. 

Literally. All of them. 

"Baby?" Changbin calls from the bedroom, startling you. You hurry to zip your dress and steady your voice before answering. 

"Yeah?" 

"Coming out of the bathroom anytime soon? I've got to piss." 

You snort lightly, and give yourself one final onceover in the mirror before leaving. Even by your standards, you looked good. And for the first time in a while, it was entirely for your boyfriend's sake. 

You'd been on your absolute best behavior over the past week even though you'd barely seen or heard from Changbin during that time. For a straight seven days you had to make due with a quiet phone, cold bed, and lonely apartment. Bin was working and the situation was getting more and more serious as the days passed. He'd only come home two days ago and though you'd still been trying your best to avoid his promising gazes and lingering touches, it was getting increasingly difficult to keep your hands to yourself. But there was absolutely no fucking way you could get away with having sex with him without him finding out about the scarlet letters on your back. You'd promised yourself you would tell him first, and you intended to. You would. Really, you would. It's just that now was kind of a bad time. 

You opened the door to the bathroom and stepped out, leaning against the frame. "And when has me being in the bathroom ever stopped you from coming in anyway? As if you would miss an opportunity to catch a glance of my ass." 

Changbin stands from where he'd been waiting on the bed at the sound of the door opening and passes you in a rush, though he does give you an appreciative onceover as he does. "You're right. But I lied, I have to take a shit. These fuckers are stressing me out."

He nudges you out of the doorway and closes the door, effectively locking you out and you take the message loud and clear. Get the hell out. Understood. 

You wander into the kitchen and look around, unsure of what to do with yourself. It was becoming a regular occurrence now. You were starting to hate the color of the walls. Once again, you'd been given a free pass to skip work but this time you really didn't want it. You'd hadn't gone in since Changbin had come back and that paired with the fact that you were expected to take part in an important meeting today was not boding well. And unfortunately, it was made even worse that for whatever reason the meeting was being held at your place. Today. 

These fuckers were stressing you out too. Who had Binnie even been talking about when he said that? It didn't even matter - the point was you were stressed out too. 

Besides, you and Bin didn't host guests. What the hell were you even supposed to do? Prepare cruditès and break out the wine glasses? Since when did you become a housewife? You glanced around and with a sigh decided that, at the very least, you could set out some alcohol and glasses in the kitchen just in case someone wanted something but they could get it themselves. 

The funny thing was that if this meeting had happened before Hyunjin, you would have been looking forward to it and having a grand time. But now… well you'd gone too far and there wasn't any joy to be had in making Changbin angry. Not to mention that Hyunjin was apparently coming too. The chances of this going well were incredibly slim. 

In the middle of your lamenting, Bin walked out of the bedroom and caught sight of you. 

"Why are you sighing so much?" 

You glanced at him and shrugged as he approached. "It's just… we never host for anyone. And now it's half the damn group? I mean, isn't that weird?" 

Changbin hummed, coming to a stop next to you in the kitchen. He gave the alcohol you'd set out a cursory glance before turning his attention back to you. His eyes were hard and his mouth had a pinch to it that you knew meant he was irritated. 

"I think what's weird is the way that you've been acting ever since I got back. Avoiding my eyes, squirming away when I touch you, icing me out. Is that part of your game? A new strategy to piss me off? Or is that something I should be worried about?"

Shit. You hurried to look less shocked than you felt by the call out and slid a little closer to him. 

"It…" You started and faltered, unsure of what to say that would reassure him. Maybe it would be best if you just told him now and ripped the bandaid off. Anything would be better than him finding out about it himself. You take a breath and find the courage to say the words. "It's not anything to be worried about and I'm not still playing around, I swear. I'm - you were right, I'm done with that. I do have to t-tell you something, though." 

Changbin raises an eyebrow, prompting you to speak but, as if purposefully interrupting you, the doorbell rings. You turn towards it with equal parts relief and contempt but your boyfriend ignores it completely and he's still staring at you expectantly when you look at him again. 

"What is it?" He prompts again.

You glance between him and the door. "Shouldn't we get the door?"

Wrong move. Changbin's expression turns into a full on glare. "Tell me first, they can fucking wait." 

The doorbell rings again paired with a knock this time. 

"It's fine." You say, shaking your head. The confidence you'd built up had burned away like ash. "I'll tell you later, I promise." 

Changbin stares at you for another moment before he finally turns his attention to the door as yet another set of knocks and doorbell rings echo in your apartment. "Alright. Who the fuck is knocking like that, anyway?" 

You take the chance to escape and make your way to the door to find out. Though, when you open it you realize it probably should have been easy to guess who it was. 

"Best friend!" Jisung cheers at the sight of you. He hugs you immediately, taking you by surprise but you've never been one to reject a good hug and you could really use one right about now. You hug him back and move aside to let him step into the apartment. 

"Hey Bin." Jisung greets and Changbin nods in his direction. It doesn't escape your notice either as you move to close the door again that Jisung is still sticking close to your side. He must still be nervous about Bin being pissed off at him. Plus he'd even lied to him for you so that probably wasn't helping. "Am I the first one here?" 

"Chan should be here soon." Your boyfriend offers with a shrug. 

Jisung nods, looking around. He's been here before, you invited him over all the time, but he seemed particularly interested in the curtains today. "Oh, cool. Minho went to grab Felix so… they should be here soon too, I guess." 

The silence that descends after Jisung's awkward announcement is almost painful. You nudge him and raise an eyebrow at him when you get his attention and he raises both at you with wide eyes before flicking his gaze over to your boyfriend. You huff and walk back over to the couch, leaning over it to look at Changbin who still looks a little pouty from earlier. 

"Binnie." You call, drawing his attention away from the hole he was burning into the floor. "Tell Sungie that you aren't pissed at him for what happened at his place before." 

The panicked squawk from Jisung behind you nearly makes you laugh but Changbin's visible confusion is what draws the giggle out of you. 

"What?" 

Jisung clears his throat. "Um… dude the time when we - like me and Minho - had Y/N at my place… well not like had her but I mean we did - kind of- I mean we-" 

"Oh." Changbin nods, with a clearly still confused frown on his face. " That ." 

Without even looking at him you can tell Jisung is getting flustered again. "Y-y-yeah… so I just… you know I wanted to apologize. We already apologized to her but you know… I wanted to apologize to you too." 

Bin nods and walks across the living room and your eyes follow him. You have to turn when he finally approaches Jisung and rests a hand on his shoulder. 

"It's cool, Ji. I've actually been thinking about that… and I think I've landed on killing you in your sleep. A little mercy since we go so far back." 

Jisung's eyes go comically wide. "W-what?! Ch-Changbin we're friends! You can't-"

Changbin snorts and shoves playfully at Jisung's shoulder. "I'm just fucking with you. Relax, dude. Is that really why you've been acting so fucking weird lately? I thought it was because you didn't want anyone to know about the thing you have going on with Minho, Jesus ." 

" What!?!" Jisung screeches in response and you watch in amusement as he then flushes beet red and tries to brush off the overreaction. "I mean, ha! That's… um… that's …" 

There's another knock at the door and Changbin walks around Jisung to get it. Meanwhile, Jisung rushes over to you with shock written all over his face. 

"Did you tell him!?" He whisper shouts at you. 

You roll your eyes. "Of course, I didn't." 

Jisung's expression somehow morphs into something that's even more ridiculous but your attention is drawn back to the door of your apartment when you notice who was walking in. 

Apparently Chan had arrived. He still looked unfairly good in a simple button up and pants but even you could tell that he looked more exhausted than usual. His eyes caught yours as he stepped across the threshold and he offered the barest hint of a smile to you. You probably gave him an even weaker smile in return. Unlike Jisung, Chan had never once set foot in your place with Changbin at least not since you'd started living there too. You knew enough to know that it probably wasn't a coincidence. Yet here he was. 

But as you watched, you saw that he hadn't arrived alone and the pit of dread that opened in your gut made you feel immediately nauseous. 

"Yeah," Chan was saying as he stepped further into your apartment. "I figured I'd stop and grab Hyunjin while I was on the way. I doubt he would have shown up otherwise." 

"I was getting ready." Hyunjin argues, stepping into your apartment. Bin closed the door behind them and all three of them wandered over towards you and Jisung. You're half expecting Hyunjin to meet your eyes and smirk or do something else inappropriate, but instead he does the opposite and barely even glances at you before sitting down in the first seat he passes. 

It shouldn't piss you off but of course it does . Maybe you should just give him the benefit of the doubt and assume he's playing it cool on purpose because he's the most at risk here, but there's a part of you that still remembers how many times you'd met him only for him to not recognize you time and time again. He did remember what he did to you, right? Or were you going to have to show him the initials of his name on your back to jog his memory? 

"Yeah right." Chan laughs, effectively dragging you back to the present moment. "You were literally sleeping when I got there." 

"I was getting ready to get ready!" Hyunjin huffs. 

"I figured the couches here were a good place for the meeting." Changbin adds, gesturing to them.  

"Oh sure. Thanks again." Chan says, making his way to a seat. He manages to sit exactly where Binnie usually does but your boyfriend doesn't mention it or even react and just sits on a different couch instead. "Sorry for having to intrude like this. Just figured it was the safest place for us to meet. Most of the guards are here anyway and that sort of thing." 

"Whatever." Changbin shrugs. "I'll just be glad when this is all over and done with."  

Hyunjin stretches and yawns. "Who are we waiting for?" 

"Have somewhere better to be?" Jisung teases, rounding the back of the couch to grab a seat next to Changbin, apparently no longer fearing for his life.

"More like a thousand better things to be doing." Hyunjin sighs. "Getting laid, sharpening my knives, cleaning my guns, hunting down these fuckers…" 

"We'll get to that," Chan states. There's a dark expression on his face that wasn't there before and not for the first time you're left to wonder what in the world this meeting is actually about. "Anyway, we're just waiting for Felix and Minho to get here. And then we can-" 

Another knock at the door followed by the ringing of the doorbell interrupted him. 

"That timing, eh?" Chan snickered and you were surprised to find it directed at you. 

Well, you had been standing still so you could get the door and not make them interrupt their conversation. But it still made you feel a little like you were doing something wrong by talking to Chan so casually in front of your boyfriend. Regardless of what was going on, you knew Changbin was always more comfortable with you being as far away from Chan as possible. The difference really was that now you knew why. 

You'd preferred not to know, to be honest. 

Either way, you chuckled under your breath and made your way to the door. You were kind of excited for Minnie and Lix to be here too. Jisung might have been your best friend but you could always depend on Minho for anything and you could always count on Felix to lift your mood. It was wild now to think of how confident you'd been when you were on your path to irritating your boyfriend to his breaking point, because now - being forced to sit with him in a room full of people you'd had sex with recently, you were feeling a little overwhelmed and nervous. It hadn't been a good idea and you were far too aware of that now. 

Minho appeared first, looking thoroughly unimpressed to see you. You guessed you did kind of deserve that. And Felix appeared just past his shoulder, already blushing a little at the sight of you. 

"Look what the cat dragged in." Minho muttered. 

You smile at him, not raising to the bait. He was still pissed and he wanted you to know it. Fine. 

"I live here, Minnie. That doesn't exactly work. And move, you're blocking me from my little sunshine who is finally out and about again!" You pull Minho inside, squeezing past him to stand in the threshold and have to physically restrain yourself from pulling Felix into a bear hug. Instead, you have to settle for squeezing at his good shoulder and avoiding the sling that his other arm was currently hanging in. 

"Lix!" You squeal, happily. 

"Hi." Felix greets in return, still flushing scarlet. "Listen, I just wanted to apologize really quickly about last time. I was really out of it and I was really scared that something happened to you when nobody knew where you were and-" 

"Hey, hey, hey!" You rush, instantly hating how quickly he'd started blaming himself. "Lix, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you. And to be honest, I probably should have stayed the sober one that day." 

Felix sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "I'm just glad you're okay." 

"And I'm glad you're okay." You grin at him. "Come in. You've never been to my place before, right?" 

"I don't think so…" Lix mutters as he steps inside. 

You follow after him and close the door behind you. To your surprise, Minho is still lingering near the door with his arms folded across his chest. The look he fixes you with is icy . 

Thankfully, at that moment the rest of the guys notice that Felix has arrived and start cheering loudly at the sight of him well and walking around for the first time after the near death scare. He approaches the couches with a laugh and joins in on their conversation, taking a seat next to Chan. You're about to walk over there with him, but a tight hand on your arm stops you in place. 

Minho steps closer to you, angling himself so his back is to the rest of the guys and he leans in close to you so he can talk quietly. "I see that Hyunjin isn't dead, so I can only assume that you haven't told Changbin yet ?" 

Your eyes widen at him and you avoid his gaze, trying and failing to find any good excuse to use. 

"I… I was going to. Right before Jisung got here but then we got interrupted and I… don't give me that look Minnie, I'm going to tell him." 

"Are you?" He demands. "Because it seems like you would have done that already if you actually wanted to." 

You yank your arm out of his grip and glare right back at him. "Why do you care? It's literally none of your business, Minho. I'll tell him when I'm ready." 

"Not my business?" He hisses and you wince, instantly regretting saying the words. "You made it my business when you forced me to bail your ass out of the hot water you were in and the only reason that I haven't told Bin yet or punched Hyunjin in the face myself, is because we both know this will turn out a hell of a lot better if you tell him yourself before he finds out on his own. So, tell him . Soon." 

And with that he turns and walks over to the couch without another word. When he's gone you take a second to suck in a deep breath and calm your racing heart. Dealing with Minho when he was angry was never something you enjoyed. He wasn't easy to upset so you knew that when he was, it was serious. 

After composing yourself a bit, you finally joined the others and approached the couch. But, as you stepped closer you looked at them all and decided that you didn't want to be a part of this conversation any more than necessary. So, you continued walking past the couch. 

"I'm getting a drink, anyone want one?" You offer, despite your earlier reservations about being too hospitable. 

"Oh, I'll take one." Jisung pipes up immediately. Minho is still glaring at you from beside him. He deflates just as fast though when he's the only one that takes you up on the offer. "Really? Just me? Now I feel like an asshole." 

You laugh and shake your head. "It's fine, Sungie. What do you want?" 

"Whatever you're having is alright." 

You nod and escape into the kitchen just as Chan calls the meeting to an official start. While the vodka sitting on the counter does look perfectly intoxicating, you just want a little something to take the edge off. So, instead, you decide to go for a rum and coke and work diligently at making two of them. 

You're just finishing cutting up a lime into wedges when you notice movement out of the corner of your eye and glance at it, curiously. It's Hyunjin. Of course, it is because he might as well have been moonlighting as batman with how much he loved to lurk in shadows unannounced.

"What do you want, Hyunjin? The bathroom is down the hall." You huff, sliding the lime wedges onto the rims of each glass. 

"Nice place." He offers, still looking directly at you. 

"I thought you didn't like small talk?" 

Hyunjin slowly walks over to you and you force yourself to set the knife down on the counter rather than brandish it against him. "I don't. I just wanted to ask how Bin was doing. He seems to be taking it pretty well. I thought he'd swing on me the first chance he got. Does he really not care?"  

"Listen," You start, careful to keep your voice down as you fully face him and look directly into his eyes. "I get that I asked for you to do something that would piss Binnie off, but branding me like a fucking cow was not exactly what I had in mind. You went way too far, Hyunjin."

His eyelids fluttered closed dreamily as if he was reliving the moment out behind his eyelids. " Ah , that was so beautiful. And hot. I'm gonna get worked up if you keep talking about it." 

" Hyunjin ." You snap. "I'm being serious. I haven't even told Changbin yet because it was such a huge mistake that I don't even know where to start. I'm not joking, that was a real dick move on your part and it wasn't cool - at all . It is literally so fucked up and did you have to make it your initials ? What is wrong with you!?" 

He shrugs and you legitimately want to clobber him. It suddenly makes sense why he was able to get into fights so easily at your club. There was something about the way he acted that made you just want to hit him. 

"It was hot. What do you want me to say? Besides, I asked first and you seemed to enjoy it. What's the big deal? I made you feel good, didn't I?" 

As you stare up at him in complete disbelief, his hand creeps up until his fingertips land on your waist and you very noticeably shudder when his fingers round your hip to squeeze at the flesh right around the wound. It knocks the breath from your lungs completely. 

"I could always do it again if you need a reminder of just how good I made you feel." 

Before you can reconnect your limbs with your brain and slap him away, Hyunjin freezes and retracts his hand. 

"Wait." He breathes. "Did you say you haven't told Bin yet? He hasn't seen it? No wonder. I've been avoiding him for like a week so he could calm down a little before going apeshit on me. I thought he was a little too calm." 

You fix him with the most venomous glare you can manage. "If you're so scared of him, then why did you- "

"Oh, I'm not scared of him." Hyunjin states, and he's so crazy you kind of believe him. "I'm looking forward to it. If I had to pick anyone to fight, it would be Changbin." 

"... Why ?" 

Hyunjin shrugs and appears to have lost all interest in continuing the conversation with you. "He'd make it fun." 

It's all the explanation he leaves you with before he continues to back out of the kitchen and disappears in the direction of the bathroom. The irritation at the conversation with him mixes horribly with the anxiety in your gut and you take a large sip of your drink before you grab both glasses and return to the living room. The meeting seems like it's in full swing now and after Jisung gratefully takes the drink from your hands when you hold it out to him, you aren't exactly sure if you should be trying to keep yourself busy and away from the meeting or actively be a part of it. 

Thankfully you aren't left to wonder for long. 

"Baby." Changbin calls, catching your attention and interrupting whatever Chan was saying. "Come here." 

You turn to him curiously, automatically stepping toward him, and when he gestures to his lap you easily go to him and make yourself comfortable on the firm seat of his thighs. There isn't really anywhere else to sit with so many men in your apartment besides the chair that Hyunjin had already claimed, and you don't really mind being close to him anyway. Especially not when you're feeling so unsettled. You make yourself comfortable in his lap, careful to angle the still healing wound in your back away from him so his hand rests to fall on your opposite hip. 

Chan watches quietly for a moment before he meets your eyes and addresses you. 

"I do think you should be a part of this meeting too, Y/N. There's a few things you should know and hopefully a few things you might be able to help us out with." 

"Uh, sure." You say, forcing a smile. You take a quick sip of your drink. "Whatever I can do to help." 

"Great." He nods and turns his attention back to the group. "So, as I was saying - we're going to keep Y/N out of the club for the time being. Minho will take over for now and report back to me. All other operations are still open and running, despite what happened the other day. I won't let them have any sway over our actions." 

"Wait." You start, a little hesitant to interrupt. Minho hadn't said anything about taking over your club while you were out, but the way he's avoiding your gaze right now tells you that he'd known about it for a while. And nobody had mentioned any incident happening. "Did something else happen? I mean since what happened with me and Seungmin?" 

All of the men in the room grow concerningly silent and even Hyunjin, who walks back into the room, seems to take the hint and stays quiet. He does glance at you in your boyfriend's lap, staring for a bit too long before smirking to himself and turning his gaze away. 

"...What?" You repeat, frowning as you grow more concerned. 

It's Changbin who finally speaks up. 

"Yeah…" He starts, drawing everyone's attention. His foot bounces a little making you shift in his lap. "Something did happen. One of the other girls that used to work for them is missing right now and Jeongin spotten one of those fuckers hanging around outside your club last week. Around the same time the other girl was last seen." 

You have to sit your drink down out of fear of spilling it. "What the fuck? What happened to the other girl? Who was it?" 

Unfortunately, you hadn't kept up with those old friends very much over the years and had no idea what most of them were up to. Granted, many hadn't stayed very long after the big switch and had managed to actually find a way out of this life. 

"We're trying to find out what happened to her." Chan continues, clearly skirting the details of the subject. "There are signs of foul play and an obvious struggle but until we know for sure, we thought it would be best if we kept you out of the club."

"She's probably dead." Hyunjin adds out of nowhere. He'd been picking at his nails and seemed to have been paying absolutely no attention to the conversation but apparently he had been listening. 

Felix scowled. "Don't say that. I'm sure she's fine." 

"What would they want with a hooker that's not even loyal to them anymore? Unless she knows some kind of secret of theirs, she shouldn't matter at all." Hyunjin argues. 

Minho sighs. "Can you not call them hookers?" 

"All I'm saying is she must be important to them, and if she is and we had her then the smart thing to do would be to kill her."

Chan interjects before either Minho or Felix can, once again turning his attention to you. "Well, that's actually something I wanted to ask. Is there anything that you know that they might want to kill you for? Or anything that you know that we might be able to use against them?" 

"I mean… I've already ID'd them all for you." You mutter, trying to not let the news affect you too much. But the insinuation was clear, if they got the other girl - they would be coming for you next. Well if they were around your club then it was obvious they were already coming for you. "Who did Innie see near my club?" 

Chan sighs. "It matched the description of one of the six you gave us. I don't remember which one. Um… tall, broad shoulders, sharp features, large hooded eyes, wide face, small chin, kind of sophisticated looking. Not your typical gangster type. He was hanging around looking suspicious, didn't go inside, and left the scene when Jeongin noticed him and he started to draw some attention."

Your blood runs cold and you stare at Chan in shock for a second before you pull yourself together again. Shit . 

"Park Seonghwa." Changbin growls from behind you. His hand tightens on your waist, making his anger at the name clear. 

Chan scoffs. "I gotta be honest, I don't really give a fuck about what their names are. What I care about is what's so important to them that they're going to these lengths. Do you have any idea, Y/N?" 

You shake your head, swallowing hard. 

"I don't know, Chan. I guess they just want me dead. Maybe they just want back what you took from them." 

"I don't believe that." He snaps, looking you directly in the eye. His gaze is as sharp as the words and you flinch at the harshness of them. 

It's something that you would have expected Changbin to react to in some way but it's Minho who speaks up on your behalf instead. The problem is that you know your boyfriend too well and if he didn't have a reaction to that you could only assume it wasn't the first time Chan had made this argument. How many similar discussions had they had about this out of your earshot? 

"Don't say that like she's fucking lying , Chan." Minho snaps. "What? You think she's a rat or something? Are you fucking kidding me?"

Jisung quickly turns to him, tapping at his shoulder to get him to calm down a little. Even Felix glances between them with worry evident in his eyes.

Nobody talks to Chan like that. 

Chan's expression doesn't change but he does give Minho a particularly scathing look that's a clear warning before turning back to you. "I didn't say that." 

"You might as well have." Minho hisses. 

Chan ignores him this time. "I'm only saying that I actually agree with Hyunjin. It's not like they didn't have an opportunity to kill you before and it's clear they don't care about who they have to take out to get to you. Lix is proof of that. Yet from Seungmin's report they didn't specifically target you when they were shooting in the mall and they stopped entirely during the car chase. It seemed more like they wanted to run the two of you off the road to me."

"So, no , I don't think we have a rat and I don't think you're betraying us. If that was the case there would probably be a lot more of us dead. But I do think you know why they want you back. And I think that you should go ahead and tell us."

You swallow hard, left with little room for argument. The attention of the entire room is on you now and for once, you actually kind of hate it. Chan had more intuition than you gave him credit for. You did know but you'd been hoping you could just keep it to yourself. It was dangerous knowledge, something that you wished you didn't know and something that you could absolutely be killed for. If any of the guys knew about it, it would be obvious where the information came from and you already had a big enough target on your back from your old gang. You hadn't wanted it to be any bigger. 

"I…" You start and falter, feeling a bit like you were signing off on a death wish. It was clear that Chan wasn't going to let this go though and lying about it more would only make him trust you less and less. "I do know something. I was… close with some of the higher up members when I was there. I saw a lot of things most people weren't allowed to. I don't know about the other girl, I don't think most people there knew about this but there is something. Something they would absolutely kill me for."

" What." Chan presses, clearly losing patience. 

"It's the cromer." 

"What the hell is that?" Hyunjin asks, lifting a brow. 

"I don't fucking know to be honest." You huff. "It's this hourglass thing that Hongjoong - their boss - has that's apparently worth a fuck ton of money. They said it was some kind of heirloom, I don't know. They collect a lot of pricey expensive shit, most of their funds are from black market dealing. But they keep that under serious lock and key. It's the most important thing to them." 

Chan hums in thought and relaxes back into his seat. 

"That doesn't really help us, does it?" Felix chimes in, clearly confused. "I mean it's not like we're planning to attack them and take it right? That's just why Y/N is important to them. Right? Chan? " 

Felix is waved away in response and Chan nods though you aren't sure if he really means it. "Sure. Yeah. Just something to think about. Thanks for letting us know, Y/N." 

Surprisingly, your boyfriend speaks up for the first time since you sat down. 

"So what is the plan here, Chan?" He presses. "We're not having much success with the few times we've been able to engage them. We don't know where in the city they're working out of either. It's just a shit ton of guerrilla warfare and random violence on their side. We can't have the guards on high alert day and night for too many more weeks without exhaustion setting in." 

There's a beat of silence and a collective tension in the air as everyone looks to the leader for guidance. He runs a hand through his hair and stares at some point in the distance for a moment before speaking. 

"I've been thinking that I should meet with them." 

"Have you finally lost it?" 

"You want to talk with them after they fucking shot Lix ?!" 

"That doesn't really sound like a good idea." 

"Dude… seriously?" 

Changbin is the only one who doesn't verbally respond, but he does shift a little restlessly in the chair, making you turn a little to rest your back against his chest and keep balance in his lap. 

"I know, I know." Chan sighs. "I don't actually want to talk to those fuckers, alright? I want to see if we can draw them out and get them in our territory. I figure if they're being so god damn brazen and reckless they might not refuse." 

"What's stopping them from planning some kind of ambush?" Hyunjin demands, looking and sounding more annoyed by this idea with each minute that passes. 

It's Changbin that answers them, voice so tinted with promised violence that it sends a shudder down your spine. "We won't ask for a meeting. The next one of those shits we see in our territory won't leave it. We've been focusing on following them so they've been able to get away. But we'll take one hostage instead." 

The idea immediately worries you. You angle your head to glance at him and meet his eyes. "Binnie… these guys are fucking crazy, okay? I don't know about that. They might not even care about a hostage." 

"They care about you ." 

Well… he did have a point there. And his tone made it clear that he would not be entertaining any further argument about it. 

"So, that's the plan." Chan finishes. "We'll talk details later but for now if anyone sees someone suspicious matching any of the descriptions we have, we capture them first and ask questions later." 

"Hey Chan," Jisung calls, raising a hand like he's in a classroom. "For the record, I don't like that idea but if that's settled, can we talk about what the fuck is going on with funds for a second? I have absolutely no clue where so much of it is going." 

"New hires mostly. Longer shifts. But also I had Hyunjin arrange a few deals to keep us better stocked in the event of an all out war starting. Worst case scenario of course but…" 

Chan's voice fades away as your own brain works overtime to take in all of that information. It was a bad idea to rile those people up. It's not like you didn't believe in Chan or trust Changbin's ability or doubt the power of this group but even if they won … they weren't going to do it without more bloodshed and death. Felix had already been shot in the crossfire. Who else would be injured, maimed, tortured, or killed before all of this was done? Provoking them would just make it worse. 

You bit your lip and looked up only to meet eyes with Hyunjin. Now that you'd turned a little on Binnie's lap, you were directly facing him. And to be honest, you'd kind of forgotten that you were wearing a dress and hadn't thought to cross your legs so you were sure you'd been accidentally giving him an eye full. The knowing and entirely too suggestive smirk on his face as he unabashedly stares at you tells you enough. You roll your eyes at him, becoming irritated all over again with him, and try to shift discreetly. You try to cross your legs but of course your boyfriend notices you moving around and adjusted his hands on your waist to hold you steady.  

But because you'd twisted around his hand easily lands on the very place you'd been trying to get him to avoid and you flinch hard at the immediate stinging pain and ache. It's all you can do to keep from crying out but the flinch had been obvious enough that Hyunjin snickers and even Chan shoots you an odd look before continuing the conversation with Jisung. 

Despite all that, your attention is completely on Changbin who pauses and tenses. You can't see his expression easily from how you're sitting and you're cursing that fact right about now. 

"... Did you just flinch from me?" He asks quietly and there's a type of hurt in his voice that you've never heard before. It instantly makes panic shoot through your veins and you reach to hold onto his arm to discreetly move his hand as you wrap it around your waist instead and twist to turn to him. There's a horrible mix of hurt, confusion, and shock on his face that you desperately want to wipe away. 

"No! No, of course not, Binnie. I just-" You scramble for some sort of excuse. "I just have a bruise there, so…"

His expression only grows stonier. "From what?" 

The sense of dread from earlier is back tenfold. You blink owlishly at him. "Um… I don't… I don't know. I must have bumped into something." 

Now Changbin is frowning. Not good. 

He snakes his arm out of your grip and squeezes directly at your hip again. It's a little lower than where he'd rested his hand before but his thumb manages to press directly into one of the letters. The effect is immediate and there's nothing you can do to stop your body's natural reaction. Your hip juts forward, away from the immediate pain, and your stomach seizes unsure of whether to register the sensation as pain or arousal and landing on a disorienting mix of both. This time you do cry out a little but quickly bite your lip. 

The noise once again gets the attention of the other guys but you can't look away from Changbin now. He's starting to look pissed off and the situation is very quickly slipping out of your control. 

"A bruise that hurts that bad?" He demands, paying no attention to your audience. "Show me." 

"B-Bin…" You try, but the effect you'd been hoping to have was lost because the words were getting too stuck in your throat. 

Rather than listening to another word,  Changbin stands up from the chair. The sudden movement forces you to scramble for balance and you quickly get your feet on the floor. His hand is on your back and guiding you forward before you can even keep up with what's happening. 

"We'll be back." He announces for the room but he's already walking you down the hall and into your room without waiting for anyone to say anything. 

Your heart is beating hard in your chest when Changbin guides you into your bedroom and slams the door closed behind you. On instinct, you keep your head down and avoid meeting his eyes when he steps around you and stops in the center of the room. 

"Show me." He repeats, deadly serious. 

You bite down on your lip hard enough to draw blood. 

"It's just a-" 

" Let. Me. See. It. " He interrupts, growling out each word. 

You hesitate for only a moment and then let out an unsteady breath and decide to bite the bullet. He was going to find out at some point and it would only make it worse if you tried to keep hiding it. 

"... Please don't freak out." 

The breath he takes in is sharp like he'd had to force himself not to yell immediately. "Why would I? What happened?" 

You squeeze your eyes closed. "I… well, I sort of forgot to tell you that I slept with Hyunjin."

"When." 

The single worded response posed is more of a statement than a question and you already know that he won't like the answer. 

"Last week. It was the day I didn't check in with you." 

"...Both Jisung and Minho said that you were with them that day."

"They were covering for me, I'm sorry." 

Changbin sucks his teeth and takes a step towards you though you're still hesitant to look anywhere but at the ground so you end up staring at his shoes. "So, you forgot or you lied about it?" 

The answer is obvious and it makes a fresh wave of guilt wash over you. 

"... I lied. I'm sorry. I took the game that we were playing a little too far. You warned me to stay away from him so I just thought he'd make you lose patience but… it just went a little too far."

Tears burn hot at your eyes but you blink rapidly and refuse to let them fall. But now that you've started talking, all the words you've wanted to say start coming out and don't stop.