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Home : Frat!YuJae

🌙 staring. Jaehyun & Yuta x afab!Reader

🔮 synopsis. A lot has changed since university, but at the same time, so many things are very much as they’ve always been. Jaehyun is wonderful, but doesn’t fully meet your needs, and your best friend Yuta is as enticing and eager to please as ever- things have always been up in the air, and when you make a decision that fractures everything- you find yourself pondering the age old question: where is home.

cw/ tw. multiple sex scenes, so much Oral (f/m receiving), exhibitionism, unprotected sex, ‘daddy’ count (2) im sorry, sir, dom!Jae, switch dom leaning! Yuta, Yuta is a massive tease, overstimulation, dacryphilia themes, phone sex, masterbation, teasing, BDSM themes, shibari, toys, blindfolds, handcuffs, vibrators, Love Triangle jealousy as dirty talk, shower sex, degradation, praise, lots of man handling, body worship, spanking, spit roasting, face fucking, deep penetration fixation, etc…

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 34.6k

🍭 aus. Frat au!, slow burn, frat found family, general frat shenanigans, polyamory, Frat Boys in the Real world, love triangle, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. Home can be read as a stand alone, or as the second part of Jaehyun’s frat au fic, Team Captain. Please note: the gif above shows frat YuJae in peak frat life, this fic takes place years later, so think Gapyeong Life Jae, and this hair length Yuta - Frat NCT Au Masterlist HERE

1 - Saturday

They say home is where the heart is, and your best friend’s apartment definitely smells like home- a thought that makes your heart clench.

Have the apartments you’ve gone through with Jae- the hotel rooms while he’s on the road for games and training for his job- have they really been home?

Had the penthouse you’d just left - the most recent in your housing journey - really been home when your lover was gone so often?

Jaehyun’s pillow hadn’t even smelled like him last night-

Your grip tightens on the handle of your suitcase, and you breathe deeply. Cool air washes by your cheek, bringing with it the smell of fresh rain and moody weather.

Yuta always leaves his windows open, eager for his senses to be constantly stimulated. He’s even mentioned how much he adores the sounds of the city, the yelling, the cars-

You’ve gotten used to the flurry of smells and temperatures here - the warmth of your Anime Prince’s’ little kitchen, contrasting the flow of air that notifies you of the storm outside before the thunder bids you hello, having found you again.

You’d just slipped out of it’s cold, windy grasp, arriving at your best friend’s home in a last minute flurry- but when you’d left your apartment, supposedly unplanned, your suitcase had been awfully easy to pack.

“Uh, hello?” Yuta’s tired voice draws your attention, and you find your best friend standing in the kitchen by the fridge. He looks super cozy, in a hoodie that’s half slipping off one tanned shoulder, and grey sweatpants. His dark hair is pulled back into what you’ve heard girls call his ‘anime half-ponytail’.

The sight of him makes you break.

All of the pain you’d been ignoring that has been brewing inside of you while you made your way to his apartment - to your safe haven - comes crashing down on you.

Yuta is hugging you while you sob a moment later, his arms wrapping around you, slotting you firmly against his chest.

“Shh,” he coos. “It’s okay.” He pets the back of your head, and when you start to lose strength, too tired to stand, he joins you on your knees.

Yuta’s arms never leave you, and he keeps you comfortable even as sobs spill out of you.

“I’m gonna kill him.”

You rub at your eyes, shocked by the sudden statement, sniffling. “Yuta-”

“I swear to god, I warned him when you started dating that if he ever hurt you-”

“Yuta!” You grab his face. You’ve been his best friend long enough to know that when Yuta gets ‘scary low voice mad’ you truly have to force him to snap out of it. “I left him.”

“What?” His expression softens with confusion immediately.

“I left Jaehyun.”

“But you had good reason-” Yuta is quick to defend you, “he’s always traveling and training-”

“For work, Yuta,” you say sternly, hoping he’s not hinting at a possible infidelity. “Don’t be mad at him.”

You’d known Jaehyun was intense when you’d met, and the Captain of your university’s soccer team had followed his dreams all the way up to the big leagues-

You fight the urge to break into tears again. “We’re going to have one night of break up sadness, then tomorrow I’ll be back to normal and start getting my life back on track.”

“Cupcake-” Yuta sighs, looking down at you. “You just broke up with your boyfriend of- how many years?” - he knows exactly how many - “Look, it doesn’t matter- you can stay here and be sad for a while.”

“I need to get back on my feet,” you insist, realizing you’re still on the ground.

You begin to stand and Yuta laughs at your antics, sighing and following your lead.

“Jae’s out of town right?” His voice is soft, and you think it must have cost him a lot of energy to go full rage mode one second, only to let it dissipate a moment later.

“Until tomorrow.” You wipe at your eyes. “So when he gets home, he’ll find my note.”

“A note?” Yuta repeats, staring at you with shock, then he lets out a small laugh. “You broke up with the guy by a note?!”

Yuta grabs at you, and you can’t help but giggle at your own craziness, despite your tear filled eyes. Your best friend is so mischievous, he’ll always find any bad behaviour to be hilarious- which is kind of what you need right now.

You definitely don’t need him to tell you how mean it is to break up via note. You know it’s bad. But you know there was no other way. You wouldn’t have been able to face Jaehyun for the breakup, and you know it.

“It’s going to be amicable,” you insist.

“I don’t even know what that word means.” Yuta helps you over to the pot of ramen on the stove that he’d been cooking when you’d used the keypad to enter his apartment unannounced. He retrieves two cups to put the food into.

“But I can tell you this,” your friend continues, “Jaehyun, who was in love with you for all of university- who stopped his man whoring ways to be faithful to you for however many years- he’s not going to be amica-anything, unless it’s ami-ty-ville, and by that- I mean homicidal.”

“You watch too many horror films.”

“And now you will too,” Yuta hugs you tight, “because I finally have my best friend back.”

2: Sunday

“Have you heard from him?” Yuta’s voice makes you jump, and you nearly spill hot coffee all over yourself.

“Yuta- it’s seven am-” you gasp, clutching at your chest as you whip around to look at him, “what are you doing awake?”

He’s never been a morning person, and his artist lifestyle supports the night owl aesthetic he lives in.

“You just had a break up,” Yuta yawns, stretching his arms over his head, which causes his shirt to lift, revealing a sliver of toned abdomen and the butterfly tattoo you’d gotten for him last year on his birthday. “I set a timer to make sure I’d be awake for the morning ‘I just woke up alone and it’s shit’ vibes- but…” he sighs, hands finding the countertop as he leans forward, cocking his head at you, “I guess this is day- what? Five? He’s been gone since Wednesday, had a game yesterday, it’s Sunday now-”

“He comes home today,” you frown.

“And so, I repeat,” the corner of Yuta’s lips dip as he mirrors your expression of sadness, “have you heard from him?”

“He sent me a text at six am when his team was heading for the airport,” you respond. “But… well, I turned my phone off.”

“Probably for the better.” Yuta nods, assessing you for a moment before changing the subject. “So… what movies are we watching today?”

3: Sunday

“Something’s wrong.” Jaehyun says immediately, his grip tightening on his duffle bag as he pushes past Johnny without even so much as a ‘hello’ or a ‘thank you for picking me up at the airport when I 100% woke up this morning expecting to see my girlfriend of three years where you are right now’... but when you hadn’t answered his texts, he’d improvised.

“Good to see you too, Jae,” Johnny sighs, following his friend out of the airport towards the parking lot where his car is waiting.

“Have you heard from Yuta?” Jaehyun asks, his mind too occupied with concepts much more important than formalities.

“Nope.” Johnny unlocks his black, two seater Jaguar and Jaehyun throws his duffle into the back.

“That’s not good.”

“What’s the worst that could have happened?”

While Jaehyun is aware this is supposed to be a question to lower tensions, it only raises his blood pressure more.

“The worst?” Jaehyun sighs. “My girlfriend of three years just ran off with her best friend, who I happen to be close with, and now my entire life is fucked, and I have to throw out the stupid wedding ring I’ve been keeping in the closet for a year and a half like a fucking idiot.”

“On second thought,” the engine roars to life, “maybe I won’t ask you stupid questions.”

Jaehyun stays quiet, and the car stays thick with silence the remainder of the drive to Jaehyun’s apartment.

It’s the first place on his list of stops, and Jaehyun knows he’s taking an elevator up to an empty home when he leaves Johnny on the street.

He’ll head to Yuta’s after this- but first he needs to be sure that his fears are true.

Jaehyun had started leaving notes for you two years ago when he began waking up early for soccer training, and you’d taken to leaving notes for him as well. Jaehyun’s not shocked to find a piece of paper on his pillow when he enters his bedroom, and he stands in the doorway for a few moments, body frozen.

He’s terrified as to what the note is going to say.

He knows he might be overreacting a little about the Yuta stuff- but his suspicions about you being gone have already been confirmed by your absence here, and at the airport when he arrived.

So all that’s left is for Jaehyun to read your note and find out just how bad this situation really is.

4: Sunday

Yuta’s grip on you tightens and both of you look to the door, waiting quietly, holding your breath to see if there’s another knock.

There’s not one, but three more, harder this time, betraying a growing impatience.

“Let’s pretend we’re not home,” Yuta says, lifting the blanket you’re sharing so it covers you both.

“Yuta-” you sigh, searching his eyes in a way that expresses your anxiety.

Your best friend groans, throwing the blanket off of your bodies so he can head to his front door.

Yuta turns to you when he grabs the knob. “Are you sure?” he asks, giving you one final opportunity to avoid this run in with your ex lover, because who else would be so aggressively banging on Yuta’s door but Jaehyun?

You nod, knowing it’s something that can’t be helped.

Yuta opens the door just as Jaehyun is lining up to knock again, and for a moment, you think Jaehyun might just punch Yuta and pretend it was ‘an accident’- but his fist comes to a halt mid air- then it falls to his side.

Jaehyun looks past Yuta, eyes meeting yours.

You watch the way he swallows thickly, looking more fragile than the angry ex you’d expected- not that Jaehyun is often angry- it’s just that he’s prone to falling back on anger as a default emotion when he’s put in a corner.

And you’re aware that you’ve just put him in an impossible one.

“We have to talk,” Jaehyun says.

It’s the oddest thing- it’s his voice that cracks, so why does it feel like your heart has just shattered?

He’s never looked at you this way.

You’ve never seen defeat in your ever competitive lover’s eyes- and it shocks you.

It terrifies you.

“She doesn’t have to do anything-” Yuta begins to defend you, only to have the front of his hoodie roughly grabbed by Jaehyun.

“Was I talking to you?!” Jaehyun growls- and the reemergence of the all too familiar fiery man has you jumping into action, rushing to the two ‘alpha males’ in a bid to dissolve any fight before it starts.

“Jae- let him go.” You grab onto your ex’s forearm, but he’s caught in a glaring battle with your best friend. “I’ll talk to you- just- not tonight. I’m so tired.” You realize you’re on the verge of crying, and the emotion in your voice breaks the intense gaze of the men next to you, who both immediately look at you with concern.

“It doesn’t have to be tonight-” Jaehyun’s voice is soft, and he lets go of Yuta in favour of reaching for you- only for you to be quickly yanked away by your best friend.

“She doesn’t have to talk to you if she doesn’t want to. You can’t just show up here-”

“Yuta,” you sigh, hating that the moment there's ever any disagreement about you, it’s like they’re not even friends anymore. You’ve seen Jaehyun treat Yuta horrendously once or twice- but Yuta has been just as cruel before, even if you hate to admit it.

Both men are silent, watching the way you’re rubbing your temples. “Jaehyun, I'll see you tomorrow for dinner. Does that work?”

Jaehyun nods.

“But you have to go now,” you say, voice coming out a whisper, betraying how truly exhausted you are. “I have to sleep.”

“Yeah.” Jaehyun nods, stepping back and into the hallway outside of Yuta’s flat. “Tomorrow.”

You nod, forcing a small smile even as your eyes well with tears.

Yuta closes the door, and he catches you before you fall to your knees to sob.

5: Monday

You look so different in the restaurant, more put together, and it shocks Jae. He’d half expected you to show up looking as wrecked as you had the night before, in a full sweatpant outfit and eyes red from crying-

But you look remarkably well.

And it hurts him.

Because he knows he looks like a mess.

He’d hardly slept the night before, and he’s feeling exhausted after managing to fill the day with stupid tasks to take his mind off of the massive empty space his apartment seemed to be without you in it.

You look like the bad ass bitch he’d fallen in love with all those years ago. And after Jaehyun had come home to find you gone- well, he’s not too keen on wasting even a moment with you.

He studies you, trying to burn your features into his memory, and you explain to him how this whole mess happened.

“So it’s mostly because I'm away all the time,” Jaehyun clarifies when you’re done speaking.

“That’s a big part of it.” You frown. “But it’s your job- I can’t ask you to not do your job for me- that’s crazy-”

“Anything else?” Jaehyun pushes.

There has to be something else, he’s sure of it.

“It’s another thing you can’t change.” You sigh.

“Tell me.”

“It’s stupid.”

“Tell me.” Jaehyun repeats, grip tightening on his drink.

“It’s just- because you’re away all the time, and you look the way you look, and you’re a professional soccer player, which means everyone wants to sleep with you-”

“You think I'm cheating on you.” Jaehyun dead pans.

“I don’t think you’re cheating right now-” you frown. “I just-”

“Baby.” The pet name slips out before he can stop it, and Jaehyun reaches for your hand suddenly, letting out a small, sad chuckle. “We’ve been together for three years. If I was going to cheat on you, I would have done it already.”

“That’s very nice of you to say, Jae.” You roll your eyes, voice dripping with sarcasm as you pull your hand away from his.

“Hey.” Jaehyun grabs at you again, grip tight on your fingers, his voice firmer. “You’re my person.” He pauses, searching your eyes. Then he sighs, letting go of your hand to sit back in his chair. “I knew it. I knew this was because of him.”

“Because of who?”

“Yuta. You can’t even tell me that I’m your person back. Because I’m not. Am I?” Jaehyun asks. “It’s him. He finally admitted he’s in love with you, huh? Did he tell you that before or after he started making you worry about me cheating?”

You stare at Jaehyun in shock, a loss for words, which only makes him rant more.

“You know, when you didn’t mention him in the break up note, I figured, ‘no, it can’t be because of him’. But it is, isn’t it?” Jaehyun’s getting more worked up by the second. “So you think Yuta can provide for you better than I can?”

“The fuck I can.” Yuta slides into the booth next to you, startling both you and Jaehyun. “Surprise bitch,” he says to the man across from you. “I came to make sure things went alright, and then you started talking shit-”

“You stole my girlfriend!” Jaehyun all but yells, and you frown at how hard he’s slipping from all of this. But he regains his composure a moment later, sitting back and running a hand through his hair as a calming tactic.

“I didn’t do anything,” Yuta insists.

“It’s true,” you say, swallowing thickly. “Yuta had nothing to do with this. Jae- you’re always gone! I think- I think you’re just used to the idea of me.” Your lower lip quivers at your own statement, hating that it’s come to this, that this is how it feels. “So let's just give it a week. Give it a week, and you’ll realize you don’t need me.”

The table is quiet for a stagnant ten seconds.

Then Jaehyun sighs. “Look- I get that you need space right now. We need to rethink our life trajectories and really sit down- but I can't lose you. I’ll wait a week. I’ll prove it to you that I’m here for the long haul- I’ll prove that when I'm here, I can be more present- but if you go live with Yuta for this whole week-”

“Nothing is going to happen,” you assure him. “Jaehyun- I just broke up with you. I’m not about to turn around and fuck my best friend two days later- do you really think I’d do that?”

Jaehyun is quiet again, choosing his next words carefully. “No. It’s my own insecurities… I’m sorry.”

He’s already being nicer- being a little better with apologizing and communicating. It gives you a glimpse into what he could be like- if he can keep these better behaviours up

“But also-” Jaehyun sighs, “this is Yuta we’re talking about- he fucked that professor in year four less than an hour after she’d filed for divorce.”

“Guilty.” Yuta grins slyly, and you have to admit, Jaehyun does have a point.

Your best friend is a notorious playboy, and you can see now that maybe Jaehyun has even more of a reason to be jealous than you do of his adoring fanbase.

“Just give it a week,” You say quietly, feeling confident in this boundary and it’s probable end result.

Jaehyun stares at you long and hard. Then he pulls out his wallet, tosses down a bill and stands. “A week. But if you decide you want to come back- you have a key. And I'd be lying if I said I won't be waiting up for you… just in case.”

6: Friday

Yuta’s eyes find you the moment you leave your room. He supposes it’s not ‘your’ room- but he had rented an apartment with extra square space with you in mind.

As well, through the years, no matter where Yuta is living, he’s been hauling around a box of your stuff.

The fluffy blanket on the bed in his apartment’s ‘spare room’ is the one Yuta bought for you at a ski retreat. He’d claimed at the time he was getting it for himself, and he was the only one of his friends who gave in to the cute sales girl who had been going from fire to fire to offer blankets for sale. But the moment he’d had the fuzzy thing out of it’s package, he’d wrapped it around the both of you, having noticed the way you were shivering.

The teddy bear next to your pillow is something he’d won for you during a frat carnival in first year. At the dunk tank, Yuta had dunked Haechan five times in a row, and spent four hours trying to accomplish the feat, just so he could win the biggest prize, which he’d promptly brought over to you without a moment’s hesitation when the teddy had been placed in his hands.

The spare closet is full of Yuta’s clothes that he’s been wanting to give away for two or three years, only to remember ‘well, y/n wore this shirt one time when we went to Ouija Origins of Evil in theatres’. The rest of the items are things he himself will never wear again, that he keeps around for the sentimental value…

But, Yuta has to admit, he also just loves seeing you in his clothes, and you’re always putting on items from the spare closet.

In fact, in the past five days since your dinner with Jaehyun, and the agreement to take a break, you’ve been non stop wearing comfy clothes. Yuta’s clothes.

Today you’re in a Star Wars shirt, one of the oldest shirts in the entire apartment. Yuta had bought this shirt during a trip to The States when he was thirteen, and while the fabric doesn’t fit his wide shoulders anymore, he’s always shocked - once in a blue moon when you wear it - at how amazing it looks on you. You can turn any piece of clothing, even a worn out fandom T, into a complete look.

“Good morning,” Yuta greets you as you slump into a chair next to him.

“Meh,” you groan.

He chuckles, reaching out to run a hand through your hair, pushing it out of your face. “Five days done without Jae. Two to go. How are you feeling?”

“Like shit.”

“Waiting will do that to you.” Yuta nods.

He knows this better than anyone.

“I just-” you sigh. “I thought I could just leave, and that would be it, and I wouldn’t feel this way- but I feel so-”

“Crushed? Like you just went through a break up?” Yuta helps you out, tilting his head while he watches you. “That’s normal. If you were acting like nothing was wrong, then I’d be worried.”

“Jae’s always been away on trips, and working out, and I was always alone. So I thought breaking up with him wouldn’t be much different-” you cover your face in your hands, “but it is, Yuta. It’s so much different.”

“What do you miss about him?”

“Good morning texts.”

“Well, I just said good morning verbally- so that’s… that’s like- that’s good right?”

You frown. “I’ve been laying in bed for an hour staring at my ceiling, could have used the good morning when I woke up.”

“Then you should have texted me, you silly goose, and I would have come and looked at your ceiling with you.” Yuta pushes you gently with his shoulder, playing with the spoon in his cereal.

“I also miss breakfasts where I could just show up to the table- Jaehyun would be done his morning workout- hair still wet from a shower.” You feel tears welling in your eyes and you rub at them aggressively, skin heating.

“Then let me make you breakfast.” Yuta is on his feet in an instant.

You shake your head sadly. “It’s not the same.”

You watch the light leave Yuta’s eyes, and his smile turns into a frown that matches your own. “How do we fix this?”

“I think we don’t,” your voice cracks. “I think- I think maybe I broke something I shouldn't have.”

“Don’t say that.” Yuta cups your jaw, looking at you with intense eyes. “All you did was point out the cracks that were already there. It just sucks that now you have to wait to see if it’s truly broken, or if you can pick up the pieces and make something that looks like a plate again. But, well, the plate is going to be different- and that could be for the better.”

It hurts him to say the words. To encourage you. To not be bias and tell you to simply dump Jae forever, block him, and leave the country with Yuta- he’s pretty sure he could find you both a place in Japan, and with his work as a successful artist, he definitely has the money to support the both of you. There’s no way in hell he’s going to force you, a long time WAG (Wife and/or Girlfriend of a famous athlete) to get a “real job” after having been living your Jaehyun plus one lifestyle for so long -

“So no pressure-” Yuta says, following his train of thought, “but I have an art show tonight-”

“Right- it’s Friday,” you nod.

Yuta can see a momentary expression of anxiety cross your features, and he’s quick to reassure you again. “You don’t have to come-”

“I want to!” you insist immediately, reaching for his hand. “I will. I’m coming. I'm sorry- I just lost track of the days.”

Right. Because today is day five.

It’s not a Friday for you. It’s just… day five.

Day five without Jae.

“If it makes you feel better, I can call some of the guys and make sure Jaehyun knows his invite is no longer valid,” Yuta says softly. “That way, you can avoid seeing him- if that’s one of the things making you nervous.”

You look up at your best friend with tear filled eyes, and you bite your lip, nodding. “That would be good.”

“But if he shows up anyways- no promises. I’ll kick that guy’s ass-”

“Yuta,” You smile up at him, chuckling and wiping your tears away. “No killing today.”

“You’re no fun.”

“But you love me anyways,” you beam.

Yuta sighs, agreeing.

If only you knew to what extent.

7: Friday

“So what do you think?” Yuta asks, taking a sip of his champagne in an effort to clear the tension and the silence that has fallen over your foursome since the moment he brought you over to the art piece that he’s labeled his ‘shining glory’.

“I-” Doyoung’s jaw has been practically on the floor this entire time, and he makes a valiant effort to recollect himself, but you see right through it.

“It’s nice.” Taeyong says smoothly, gently pushing Doyoung with his shoulder.

“That’s exactly-” Doyoung coughs, “exactly what I was going to say. It’s nice.”

“Are you going to tell us about it?” you ask, linking your arm with your best friend’s and resting your head on his shoulder.

“Okay, so-” Yuta motions to the painting, “obviously the whole collection is ‘Sex in Motion’; abstract art made with various colours- I mentioned that the blues in the last one where inspired by the exact shade of the girl’s hair- but this one!” He brings his hand close to the canvas, showing off the distinct black dot near the top of it. “Basically what I did- was: I painted our hands in black- so when I had her pinned with her arms over her head, it created this kind of spot. Most of the other pieces are more fluid, but having this one black dot- it was really interesting. I like the way it contrasts the rest of the picture, the colours all down here.” He motions to the lower half of the painting, where many of the canvases have messy, colourful vortexes where hips and uglies had bumped during creation.

“Like I said,” Taeyong makes one of the most forced smiles you’ve ever seen, “it’s nice.”

Yuta sighs. “I can’t believe you two are the only ones who showed up to this. I mean- I get why Mark and Taeil didn’t come- but Haechan would have loved this.”

Your entire group frowns at his words, and you look down at your shoes.

The elephant in the room is obvious, even though it seems to be standing right behind Yuta, where he can’t see it.

The people who showed up tonight, and those who didn’t, have sent a message.

Lines have been drawn in the sand.

You’re not surprised that both Haechan and Johnny are missing from Yuta’s art show, as they’ve always been two of Jaehyun’s closest friends.

And honestly- Mark, who you know would have felt bad about all of this, is someone who avoids confrontation as much as possible- so it’s no shock he’d skipped this event.

“You know-” Doyoung says, “I think I saw Haechan’s Rolls-Royce outside. Maybe he’s somewhere around here-”

“We would have definitely heard, if not seen, him by now.” Yuta points out.

“Speaking of seeing and hearing, I thought I smelt Johnny’s cologne in the bathroom-” Taeyong points out, “it’s possible-”

“They’re not here,” Yuta says bitterly, drinking the rest of his glass of champagne in one gulp. “It’s whatever. I appreciate you two coming. We all said ‘frat boys for life’, but I guess life isn’t as easy as it once was.”

8: Saturday

Mark is just getting comfortable in his floaty, drifting around in Johnny and Haechan’s indoor pool. There’s a home made (from Johnny, with love ;) Margarita in his hand, and his feet are gently kicking at the water-

Then a hurricane hits.

Well, maybe not a hurricane, but Haechan might as well be.

“Lines have been drawn!” The famous tiktoker bellows in classic Haechan fashion.

“What lines?” Johnny asks, humouring his friend from where he’s stationed making drinks with Jaehyun at the small poolside bar he’d installed for Christmas as a present for his alcohol loving roomie.

“Lines!” Haechan says, tearing off his shirt.

Mark groans, knowing exactly where this is going, and he furiously begins kicking, hoping he can properly anticipate where, exactly, Haechan is going to jump when he inevitably hurls himself into the pool.

Haechan aims for Mark, so there’s little the Canadian can do but hurry to finish his drink, knowing it won’t be safe-

Jaehyun and Johnny watch Haechan jump at Mark, then they exchange a glance.

Haechan’s just arrived home from a business meeting, and he’d been doing content creation all morning before that, so he hasn’t had time to unleash the pure rage that Jaehyun had forced him to put a lid on the night before.

When Haechan resurfaces from the water, Mark sputtering next to him moments later, the tiktoker is ready to rant.

“Taeyong and Doyoung- traitors!”

Johnny sighs, leaning an elbow back against the bar.

Jaehyun simply laughs in response, shaking his head before returning his attention to his nearly finished drink. He’s eager to get in the pool- and maybe coerce Haechan into some form of physical match like tug of rope, or pool volleyball, simply for the joy he’ll earn in kicking his friend’s ass.

“And where were Jungwoo and Taeil?” Haechan asks loudly.

“So what is it? Are you mad at the two who were there, or the two who weren’t?” Johnny sips his drink. “You can’t have it both ways.”

“Yes I can!” Haechan insists, grabbing at the floaty he’d knocked Mark off of. “They should be here, with Jae- the victim-”

“Haechan-” Johnny groans.

“The victim-!” Haechan continues, “of adult-ery.”

Jaehyun sighs loudly, turning to glare at Haechan. The soccer player will let his friend get away with a number of things, but slandering you for things you haven’t even done is where he draws the line. “Y/N didn’t cheat.”

“Um, were you there last night? No! You weren’t! We were. And she put her head on his shoulder-”

“That’s all she did.” Johnny clarifies.

When Haechan had insisted on going to Yuta’s art showing to do ‘recon’ with zero notice at 8 oclock the night before, Johnny had had no other option but to tag along and make sure his famous tiktoker roommate didn’t get arrested for attacking one of the most renowned art elites in the city- and at Yuta’s own showing.

“And she held his hand.”

“But to be fair,” Johnny stirs his drink, “they’ve been doing that, and the head shoulder thing, since before Jae even started dating her.”

“It’s the principle!” Haechan insists, waving his hand and succeeding in splashing Mark in the process. “This is now a war meeting, and we’re going to help Jae win! We have more brain power-”

“Debatable,” Mark says from where he’s gone to the edge of the pool, hoping that if he’s out of Haechan’s eyesight, he’s out of harm’s way.

The Canadian hadn’t saved much of his drink from Cannonball Donghyuck.

“Then leave, Mark.” Haechan whips around and begins to splash his friend, who clings harder to the wall. “Ditch the winning team.”

��Haechan,” Johnny tries to save Mark, “tell them about Yuta’s paintings.”

“Oh my god!” Haechan stops splashing Mark immediately. “The paintings! You guys heard about the premise right? For the collection?”

Mark begins to say ‘Sex in Motion’ but Haechan is quick to overshadow him, screaming the title at Jaehyun, who has heard about it before.

“So I guess he like, basically fucked these girls on canvas, and chose colours that represented each girl he was fucking-”

“A different girl for each painting.” Johnny interjects, earning a groan from Jaehyun-

Johnny notices.

Haechan does not.

“And how many paintings were there again?” Evidently, Mark is also clueless to Jaehyun’s distress at the repeated reminder of just how much pussy his (possible) love rival gets.

“Twenty?”

The sound of glass hitting the wall makes everyone stop, and three pairs of eyes land on the Team Captain, who’d thrown his drink across the room.

Jaehyun turns, setting his hands on the bar top. He takes a deep breath, unable to even put his emotions into words.

He really doesn’t want to hear about Yuta showing you his abstract art collection of sex paintings-

“They were all so ugly,” Haechan says loudly.

“Every single one,” Johnny agrees immediately.

Jaehyun lets out a bark of a laugh.

“So how are we going to get Y/N back?” Mark voices the most important thing, and Jaehyun praises God for sending the soft musician into his life.

“Pfff.” Johnny rolls his eyes, the first to answer. “This is Jaehyun! He’s gonna get her back.”

9: Saturday

“Look what the storm dragged in,” Doyoung sighs quietly, returning his gaze to the bouquet he’d been working on when Yuta had barged into the flower shop.

“Are you okay?” Taeyong asks, raising his voice so it travels to the man walking up towards the till.

“No,” Yuta answers quickly, a stubborn set to his mouth when he comes to all but half collapse his upper body onto Doyoung and Taeyong’s flower workstation.

“Where’s Y/N?” Doyoung moves his bouquet to the side to make room for his friend, glad that there are no customers or other workers in his and Taeyong’s shop to watch Yuta’s meltdown.

“She went out.”

“So you’re here because your favourite person is busy.” Doyoung rolls his eyes “I love that we’re number two in your book.”

Yuta looks up, brows furrowed. “Are you even number two?”

“Get out of my flower shop,” Doyoung dead pans, pointing to the door.

“No.” Yuta places his hands on the table, using them to prop himself back up. Then he looks at the bouquet Doyoung’s moved to the side, aptly plucking a rose out of it.

“Hey!” Doyoung screams, trying to snatch the flower back, but to no avail.

Yuta all but dances out of his friend’s reach, heading over to the tulip bin. “Do you guys know what’s really fucking stupid?” Yuta questions, pushing at the tub of flowers with the toe of his boot.

“What is?” Taeyong sighs, coming around the front of his workshop to join Yuta.

The ex-frat president has found over the years that being physically close to the raging lion always helps keep Yuta’s emotions somewhat level and manageable.

“They’ve been together for three years. It took me a month of them dating to realize I'd fucked up in setting them up, but I was like, ‘this is fine, I'll just wait, Jae will leave her like he always does’. But he didn’t. And I resigned myself to being in love with my best friend for the rest of my life- and you know, the hugs, the cuddles, the kisses on the cheeks- that’s enough for me,” he pauses. “Or, at least, it was. And now they’re going through a break up- and part of me has to be there as her friend and support her if she wants to maybe get back with him- but part of me- fuckm” Yuta groans, throwing the rose on the ground and earning a gasp from Doyoung. “If I don’t make a move now- if I don’t tell her that I’m in love with her- like truly, madly, stupidly, fucking crazy deeply-” Yuta sighs, running a hand through his hair, “I might never get a chance.”

“So do it,” Doyoung says simply. “Tell her, and see what happens.”

“But Jae-” Yuta practically throws himself onto the floor in distress. “He’s not- he-”

“It’s hard because he’s your friend.” Taeyong voices what Yuta is unable to. “And because you know he is good for her- he’s just not perfect, but who is?”

“Exactly,” Yuta groans. “It’s infuriating.”

“So tell us the pros and cons of Jaehyun,” Doyoung suggests, always taking a logical approach to any situation that has to do with emotions, because he’s highly aware that certain friends (Yuta being one of them) easily go manic crazy and throw their entire brains out with the bath water, resulting in the stupidest decisions Doyoung has ever seen.

“Cons,” Yuta begins immediately, “he’s never here for her. She spends half her week with me anyways. He’s extremely jealous of everyone-”

“Except you,” Taeyong points out, “generally.”

“Yeah, because I was here first. He can’t be jealous of me. I'm her best friend.” Yuta rolls his eyes at how obvious this all is.

“What about pros?” Doyoung asks, intent on getting back to the matter at hand.

Yuta makes a face and remains silent for a few moments, then he shows a small half smile. “A pro is that he’s gone all the time, and I get to spend the time he’s gone with y/n.”

“You’ve been the proverbial thorn in Jaehyun’s side- in fact, the thorn in that entire relationship, since day one.” Doyoung shakes his head, focusing down on his bouquet. “And I really don’t see how this is much of an issue for you when you hate monogamy to begin with. If anyone has a right to be upset about this whole situation, it’s Jaehyun.”

“I only hate monogamy because-” Yuta frowns, “because I thought I’d never be able to have Y/N, so I’ve just been fucking around for the past three years.”

“The fact that you’ve been doing this for three years while also being practically a third in Jae’s relationship-” Doyoung shakes his head again. He understands why Jaehyun allows these behaviours from Yuta, he has no choice… but Doyoung would have never gotten with Yuta’s best friend in the first place, no matter how hot, kind and smart you are.

“Ok but listen,” Taeyong is quick to interject, “you like polyamory. And you’re already practically dating them- or, I mean, Y/N- you’re not dating Jae-” Yuta and Doyoung exchange an amused look at their friend’s rambling, “but what would really change? All that would change is the sex stuff, and you already have a history of having threesomes. I mean, you fucked Lucas’s girlfriend with him that one time- and then there was that night where Lucas and Doyoung-”

“Jaehyun doesn’t do polyamory,” Doyoung says loudly, stopping Taeyong from elaborating too much on the threesome he’d (sort of accidentally) found himself in years before. It really hadn’t been his forte.

Doyoung’s aware that most people are either for or against polyamory related concepts.

You’re either a Lucas and Yuta poly type, who has more than enough love to give, and only cares about their partner’s pleasure, no matter who it’s being derived from... Or you’re a jealous type, like Doyoung and Jae, who don’t enjoy seeing their lover get touched or receive sexual enjoyment from others.

While Doyoung has kept his mouth shut on this whole, odd, triad dynamic since the beginning, he thinks it’s quite clear that the biggest speed bump for Yuta is going to be getting Jaehyun to be open to the idea of polyamory.

After watching you and Yuta interact for years, Doyoung is certain you’d be interested in a poly relationship that involves Yuta- However, Doyoung is also aware that you’re extremely attached to Jaehyun now- and who wouldn’t be after three years of dating?

“What if I jumped off a cliff?” The anime prince says bluntly. His hand slips into his pocket, where Doyoung knows there must be a lighter Yuta’s playing with. He’d quit smoking two years ago, very much in thanks to you, but he still enjoys having a lighter on his person at all times.

It makes Doyoung nervous.

“What if instead,” Taeyong’s hands find his friend’s shoulders, “we make you a nice bouquet to take home, and you can give it to Y/N.”

“Fine.” Yuta immediately heads over to the section that houses your favourite flower, turning to look over his shoulder at the florists. “But I still might jump off a cliff.”

10: Saturday

“So you for real haven’t done anything with Yuta?” Jungwoo asks for what feels like the fifth time since you sat down across from him and Taeil at your favourite taco place.

“No. When I'm with Yuta, we’re best friends, and he’s just comforting me- Jaehyun is still on my mind almost all the time. Besides, Yuta-” you sigh, “you guys know I can't think of him like that.”

“Can’t? Or won’t?” Taeil asks, cocking a brow.

You narrow your eyes at your eldest friend, who smiles and sips his drink innocently, leaning back against the booth’s ugly brown and yellow striped cushions.

“But you admit it! For once!” Jungwoo rushes in. “That you have to stop yourself from feeling more with Yuta!”

“You guys keep saying he’s in love with me, but I think he would have told me if he was by now,” you respond, knowing exactly where your friend’s train of thought is heading.

“But if he were to confess, you’d reciprocate.” Jungwoo clarifies.

“I mean-” You trail off awkwardly.

“You think he’s sexy.”

“I have eyes, Jungwoo,” you groan.

“And you wanna fuck him.” Jungwoo nods sympathetically, frowning as if he knows the feeling.

“Jungwoo!” You throw a napkin at him.

The blonde dodges it with a grin before leaning forward, resting his chin on his palm. “Hate to tell you this, bestie, but usually, besties don’t perk up at the opportunity to fuck their besties.”

“But I’m with Jae-”

“I know that’s been your excuse for the past three years, but babe,” Jungwoo sighs and leans back, resting his arms over the backrest, “you just dumped Jae.”

“You just dumped Jae,” Taeil whispers the words quietly, and for a moment, the three of you wallow in how shocking that statement is.

“You know what?” You sigh, having had enough of all of this. “We’ll see how Jaehyun’s even feeling on Monday when this is over. Maybe he has forgotten about me this week, and this breakup can be final, and I can cry over it and deal with Yuta after.”

“So you’re seeing Jaehyun on Monday then?” Jungwoo asks, twirling the straw of his drink.

“Well- we didn’t specify Monday- but we said a week-” you frown. “Should I text him?”

“No!” Jungwoo shakes his head immediately.

“But he can’t text her!” Taeil points out.

Jungwoo rolls his eyes. “Pfff. Yes he can. He has thumbs.”

“But she told him she wants space!”

“This is Jaehyun. She said a week. He’s going to text her.”

Taeil meets Jungwoo’s confident gaze, and the elder man sits back in his seat, sighing. Then Taeil turns his eyes to you. “Maybe you should just dump them both for good.”

You laugh sadly. “But where would be the fun, drama, and pain in that?”

11: Sunday

Yuta’s grip on you tightens even as your eyes whip to the door, body lurching into motion before your brain has even registered what you’re doing..

The first knock had been enough for you to know who, exactly, is at Yuta’s door, but the two that follow in quick succession only solidify it.

“It hasn’t been a week-” Yuta’s voice follows you, but you hardly hear him, too focused on getting to the door.

When you open it, all of the rush of endorphins, the jitters of seeing Jaehyun, and all the conflicting emotions- they quiet. And all you can think is, ‘holy shit- he looks so good’.

Your ex’s hair is damp from the rain storm, and it’s tousled, curled slightly thanks to the longer length Jaehyun has been trying out lately. His cheeks are pink, and he’s panting, as if he’d just had a run-

“It’s been a week,” Jaehyun states breathlessly, ending the moment of intensity. His expression breaks with a pained frown. “Come back to me?” He reaches for your hand, gently grabbing your fingers, and his voice is hoarse when he says, “I miss you.”

You frown, wanting so badly to accept- to bend over backwards for the beautiful man that has been your lover for over three years-

But when cold fingers land on your forearm, reminding you of Yuta’s presence, you remember that you have to be strong, and your best friend gives you strength.

“We still have things to work on, Jae-” you sigh.

“I know, and I’m going to get better,” Jaehyun promises. “I’m not going to take you for granted- I’ll be around more-”

“I already told you, I don't expect you to give up your work for me,” you respond.

“But I want this to work-”

“Not at the cost of your job.” You pull your hand away from him.

Jaehyun’s mouth forms a firm line, and you can see his mind turning aggressively behind his dark eyes. He takes a moment before asking, “So what solution do you have?”

“Me.”

“I’m not just going to let you steal my girlfriend-” Jaehyun groans, his eyes moving to the man over your shoulder who’d just spoken, interjecting himself into your conversation, as he always does.

“I’m not trying to ‘steal your girlfriend’ you dumbass.” Yuta interrupts, stepping in front of you and shielding your body with his own while squaring up to Jae. “I’m actually suggesting one of the only things that could keep you two together- which, now that I think of it- why the fuck-”

“Yuta-” You grab at his forearm and your best friend turns to meet your eyes. “What are you doing?”

“I’m sorting you guys' mess out, like I always end up doing,” Yuta says. “I’m the glue that’s been holding you together for this long, and we have to stop pretending I’m not.”

“You’re crazy.” Jaehyun glares Yuta down, and you notice the way his fist is clenched at his side.

“Really?” Yuta laughs. “So who's your girlfriend with every time you’re away, huh?” A pause, with no answer. “That’s right. Me. And what problem are you two having?” Another stagnant moment of silence. “The fact that you’re never around, and she has needs. So the way I see it, you can either let me slide in here-”

“Yuta!” You push at his back, shocked at the lewd comment, scandalized- but also beginning to giggle at his antics.

You adore your best friend… and you honestly might even be a little in love with him.

“You either let me slide in there,” he continues, ignoring your push of semi protest, “and take some of the load off-” another shove, “or you two try to make it work, and she continues to not be satisfied every time you leave the city for week long training things, or soccer games, and she dumps you again in five months- a year, who knows. But it will happen. Because no matter how much you two actually do seem to love each other, and I can admit that I see it, you two don’t work unless you have me here, providing support.”

The room is quiet.

“So you can either get your ass in my apartment and stop letting all the god damned heat out, and we can talk about this some more, because out of all of us, I’m the one with experience in the kink and poly world, so I know we need communication- fuck, you two need more than communication-” Yuta grumbles. “Or, you can go home.”

Neither you nor Jaehyun can say anything, too shocked at the new dominant tone in Yuta’s voice.

Jaehyun’s not the type to break under the pressure imposed by any of his friends - in fact, he’d sooner get angry and kick their ass most days than bend to someone else’s will if he doesn’t agree with them- but today, Jaehyun is tired of fighting.

He steps into the apartment, letting out a breath, resigned for whatever comes next.

The soccer player is not a fan of extreme talks about deep shit, or whatever the fuck polyamory entails- but not talking about issues is what led to this in the first place-

And this has been the hardest week of Jaehyun’s entire life. Which, when you take into consideration the fact that he was a pledge who underwent extreme hazing during the frat process - while being the top of his class in business school and kicking ass at soccer - is saying something.

Jaehyun’s not going to let this be the mountain he is unable to climb, especially when he knows that utopia is waiting for him at the peak: ie, you.

You’ve tried it his way for three years, with few actual complaints. Sure you’ve had squabbles that always end in the most fiery, sweaty, intensely amazing sex of Jaehyun’s life- but over the past week, he’s realized that your relationship has been at a standstill for a while.

He sees now that it’s his turn to make some changes, or risk losing you- something he’s not prepared to do.

Not now, not ever.

Once Yuta has directed Jaehyun to sit on the couch, your best friend comes to you, hands finding your hips as he looks into your eyes. “You’re quiet because of shock, not because you’re not into this idea… right?”

“I-” You can’t find the words, and it’s rare for Yuta to leave you physically speechless.

So much is going on in your brain as you process the idea of Yuta ‘slipping into’ your relationship with Jaehyun-

It’s such classical Yuta- you’re just shocked he actually suggested it.

You’re shocked Jaehyun didn’t knock him out immediately at the notion.

And maybe most of all, you’re shocked at how open you already are to the entire idea.

“Give me a yes or a no to this whole thing,” Yuta says.

“Yes,” you respond, able to follow through with this simple task, at least.

You see the relief wash across his expression. Yuta’s smile softens, and he gently reaches for your hand, prompting you to follow him to the couch where Jaehyun is waiting.

“So this is the uncomfortable part- or at least, it’s probably not going to be fun for Jae- sorry Jae-” Yuta smirks.

“You’re not sorry,” your angry lover states blatantly, reaching for you as soon as you sit down in the middle of the couch.

It feels natural to allow Jaehyun to collect you in his arms, to pull you back to his chest so the two of you can face Yuta together- no matter how rocky the relationship has been these past weeks, your body still finds comfort in Jaehyun- and seeing as a massive bomb has just been dropped on your relationship- well, you’re in dire need of Jaehyun’s protective embrace.

“You two have never done threesomes or poly to the extent that I'm proposing,” Yuta clarifies. “Communication is a massive part of it.”

You and Jaehyun stay silent, watching Yuta. He doesn’t often take the reins on things, but when he does, he does so because he’s confident he’s the most educated person on the subject. Which, in this instance, he definitely is.

“Just to reiterate,” Yuta sighs, leaning back into the corner of the couch so he can face you and Jaehyun, “you both need a third because Jaehyun isn’t around enough, and Y/N has emotional and physical needs to be met. So… we’re all clear on the sex aspect of this.”

Jaehyun’s grip on you tightens and your skin heats.

“It feels so weird to be talking about this,” you sigh, still working to comprehend this drastic turn of events.

“No threesomes,” Jaehyun says.

It feels like you’re getting hit by shock wave after shock wave after shock wave- and you can’t find the energy to scramble to your feet between each hit-

Did Jaehyun just agree to let you sleep with Yuta- as long as he’s not around when it happens?

You’re pretty sure you’re in a dream.

This can’t be real.

“Fine with me,” Yuta responds quickly.

“And she can’t just live here now-” Jaehyun states. “Baby,” he holds you tight, and you can feel his breath on your neck, “come home with me?”

Jaehyun is pressed to your back, but it’s Yuta who stares into your eyes while your brain struggles to respond, and the kicked puppy expression that forms over his features makes your heart hurt-

But you also know you need Jaehyun.

You’ve gone a week without him, thinking it would break the bond, but if anything, it’s just made you realize how much he means to you.

You’ve also realized your feelings for Yuta surpass that of friendship- and now that it’s been reciprocated- part of you wants to just stay here and explore the details, talk with Yuta about the specifics- because you have been best friends for years, and you know you can talk about sex and kink and all sorts of weird shit with Yuta if you want to- even some things you can never even consider broaching with Jaehyun-

Jaehyun begins to pull away from your back, and you’ve realized you’ve taken too long to respond. You lurch into action, desperate to say what you have to in order to meet the needs of the man behind you. You understand that this week, you’ve put your own needs first, and he’s respected that- but it’s Jaehyun’s turn to have his needs met now.

“I’ll go home with you,” you state, turning in your long time lover’s arms so you can look at him.

Jaehyun’s pretty, dark eyes gaze into yours, and your heart jumps in your chest, leaping up to your throat. You swallow thickly, and Jaehyun's hand comes up to cup your face, wiping away a tear that rolls down your cheek of its own accord.

“I missed you,” he whispers, not keen on Yuta having full, unbridled access to this deep, intense moment of emotion.

“I missed you too,” you admit.

“Let’s go home,” the athlete says, voice soft, the pad of his thumb brushing your cheek bone soothingly.

You nod.

Jaehyun stands, pulling you to your feet.

“Do you need a bag of stuff?” Yuta asks, and your heart shudders in confusion at the way your body warms by his words. He’s always been so good at looking out for you.

You shake your head. “It’s just for a night- until I figure things out. I need some time to think.” You can’t look at Jaehyun. “This is all so- well, it’s a lot. Jaehyun- things can’t just go back to how they were, and I think you know that- and I can see you’re doing better, even just in the way you’ve been more receptive tonight. And Yuta- you’re my best friend. It’s going to take a little while for me to get used to the idea of-” you can’t even say it, and you shake your head, skin heating. “I can’t just sleep with you now that we’ve talked about this,” you clarify. “You have to take me out on dates- you have to work for it.”

“I expected nothing less,” Yuta assures you, meaning full well to follow through with every relationship minestrone, including the super cute first date and the slow build up-

Yuta leans his shoulder against the wall while he watches you and Jaehyun get ready by the door. Jaehyun even helps you put on your jacket, and Yuta tries to think about how often Jaehyun behaved this chivalrous before you threatened to dump him on his ass.

When you’re all ready to go, you look up, and Yuta closes the distance, wrapping his arms around you securely. “If he hogs the blankets-”

“He’s not going to hog the blankets,” you laugh, rubbing your face against the fabric covering Yuta’s shoulder, enjoying the softness.

“But if he does-”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

Yuta cracks a smile, pinching at your cheek. “You better.”

12: Sunday

The ride home with Jaehyun is quiet, and you notice the way he fidgets with the steering wheel. You leave the ball in his court, and remain silent all the way up to your apartment.

When the door closes behind you, Jaehyun lets out a sigh, tossing his keys down.

You turn, meeting Jaehyun’s eyes questioningly, and a moment later he has you in his arms, one hand smoothing against the back of your head while the other keeps you close.

“I’m sorry.” he whispers. “I’m sorry-”

“Jae-”

“I’m going to do better-”

“It’s not about you doing better,” you assure him, pushing your hand against his chest to provide some distance, which he gives you without a second thought. “We’ve talked about this. It’s not you, Jae. It's your job. And you can’t quit- if anything-” your lower lip trembles, “if anything, this is on me. For any other girl- this might be enough- and it’s just not for me- and-”

“You need Yuta,” Jaehyun says. “You always have. We’ve just been pretending.”

“Pretending?”

“Pretending that he hasn’t been part of this the entire time.” Jaehyun’s eyes search yours. “I’m not going to lie and say I'm happy about it- but I'm also not going to stand in the way of your happiness- even if it’s him.”

“It’s you too though-” you assure your lover, cupping his face.

“Is it?”

“Of course!” You let out a small laugh, shocked at how insecure your beautiful boyfriend sometimes gets. “Jae- I love you. Our relationship has its ups and downs- it’s not the same as what I have with Yuta- but honestly- if you hadn’t shown up at my apartment- if you’d decided it was over and you were done-”

“You would have got over it,” Jaehyun states. “You would have had Yuta.”

You take a moment before responding, and when you speak, what comes out of your mouth is the truth.

“Jaehyun, I can't tell you what would have happened, because we’re here now, and we’re working on this- but I can tell you, I didn't plan any of this. I didn’t plan on Yuta- I’m honestly still shocked by all of it- and if we had broken up, I'm not sure I would have been able to date Yuta even after. You have a piece of my heart, Jaehyun. You always will.”

“But he has a piece too.”

You shut your mouth, thinking through his words.

You realize he’s right.

“And you’re not going to give him my piece?” Jaehyun asks.

“I can’t give what I don’t have. I told you Jae, the part of my heart that you have- it’s yours.”

“Promise?”

You nod.

He stares at you for a long moment, then he says, “You look tired- do you want to go to bed?”

You nod again, allowing Jaehyun to direct you towards the bedroom. His hand finds it’s spot on the small of your back.

When you reach your massive bed, the one you’ve shared with Jaehyun for years, you all but collapse onto it, exhausted by the day- by the week- by the years- by everything.

Jaehyun slowly gets into bed next to you, adjusting the covers to compensate both of your bodies, and you curl up to his side.

The breath you let out when you’re finally comfortable, cheek resting against Jaehyun’s chest, feels like the first breath you’ve really released in who knows how long.

His strong heart beats steadily under your fingertips, and you begin to trace abstract shapes on his skin, a habit of yours.

“I missed you so much,” Jaehyun says, his words all but echoing in the emptiness of the room. “I couldn’t sleep-”

“Me neither.” It’s not a lie- your dreams have been plagued with the face of the man you’d been trying to distance yourself from, a prophecy of the consistency of Jaehyun in your life, you think.

There's another moment of silence.

The man you’re resting on sighs. “The stupid thing about this whole situation is I should have known something like this would happen.”

You look up at him and Jaehyun is quick to elaborate.

“I mean- the reason I avoided you when we first met was because I knew Yuta liked you. But then I saw him wing manning you with Lucas and other guys- and I thought, why not me? If he wasn’t making a move, then why couldn’t I? Which, looking back, was stupid. I should have known Yuta would be a part of your life forever. I should have known shit would hit the fan one day. And I should have realized that being away all the time with work would lead you straight into his arms-”

“I’m not in his arms,” you sigh, “I’m in yours. I still don’t even know what to think about any of this. It’s not a done deal with Yuta. He could take me on a date and it could go horribly.”

Jaehyun’s heart wells with the admittance, and he soothes you by smoothing his fingers up and down your arm. “True.”

“I just- knowing I have you, and you’re still here- and you’re open to the idea of me getting support from him in this way-”

“Do you want to sleep with him?” Jaehyun asks suddenly. “Because that’s really the only thing that’s going to change between the two of you. Yeah, the ‘I love you’s’ will be more real too, but it’s not like you two haven't been saying that for years.”

“I-” You furrow your brows, considering his question. “I don’t know- I mean- he’s Yuta-”

“But have you thought about it?”

“Indirectly, I suppose,” you admit. “He does talk a lot about bdsm and bondage, and it’s always been interesting-”

Jaehyun’s skin prickles at your words. He knows you’ve been interested in Yuta’s sexual escapades- and while Jaehyun has tried to implement some more “fun things,” and even bought a vibrator Yuta sweared on- he’s never been able to let you fully dom him the way he knows you sometimes feel the inclination to.

Your relationship has been full of passion from the start- with fights that lead to sex, and constant give and take’s of power, with Jaehyun usually coming out on top- literally. And he knows there’s a part of you that’s been left unsatiated by the lack of having a willing, at least partially submissive, male to tell what to do-

“Jae?” You gaze up at Jaehyun and he looks down at you, lifting a brow. “I do love you. I only left because my needs weren’t being met because of your work- not because of you.”

“It was partly because of me.”

“It wasn’t-”

“It was,” Jaehyun insists. “You should have felt comfortable coming and talking to me, instead of just leaving. And that’s on me. It’s on me that you left without talking first.”

“Well every time we talk, we always just end up clashing heads and fighting and fucking-”

“We’re not fucking right now,” Jaehyun points out.

You laugh, burying your face in his chest while your skin heats at the notion. “That’s true.”

“I’m here for more than just sex you know.”

“I know that now,” you sigh.

“I’m just sorry you didn’t know it before.”

13: Monday

You wake up to an empty bed- something you’d definitely not been expecting. But then you remind yourself that Jaehyun often works out in the mornings- and just because he’s promised to be here for you more, doesn’t mean he’s going to skip his 8am routine.

You feel just slightly neglected as you get ready for the day, pulling on one of Jaehyun’s shirts and some sweatpants before making your way to the kitchen.

All the negative feelings you’ve been having since waking go out the window when your eyes land on a very shirtless Jaehyun, standing over a pan and cooking.

He looks like he’s showered, his hair damp, and when your eyes dip to take in his familiar sweatpants, you notice a few drops of water glistening against the skin of his lower back that he must not have dried off sufficiently.

He’s an absolute vision- and you’re reminded of one of the reasons you’ve been with Jaehyun for so long.

When he’s with you, literally, physically, with you- things seem to be picture perfect.

It’s the moment that he’s gone that your mind starts going crazy.

This is why you’d left when he was away.

Because whenever he’s near, you find yourself drawn to him. You’re like a moth to fire, not caring how burnt your wings get in the process of warming yourself next to this smoking hot flame of a man-

“Good morning.” He turns to flash a smile at you, dimples on show, and your core flares with interest.

It takes everything in your power not to run right up to Jaehyun and attack him with pent up affection, so instead you sit at the counter. “Morning.”

“Sleep well?”

“Best sleep I've had in a week.”

“Best I've had in two.” Jaehyun says, plating breakfast and bringing it over. “Oh-” He looks down at his bare torso when he sets the plate in front of you. “I can put on a shirt-”

“It’s okay.”

“You sure?” Jaehyun’s expression has turned from being anxious to being mischievous, and a smirk spreads across his face. “Because I can go put on a shirt-”

“No!” The word leaves your mouth before you can stop it, and the moment you’ve said it, you feel embarrassed for having been so obvious about your enjoyment of Jaehyun’s perfectly chiseled form. “You’re being crazy,” you sigh, picking up your fork to begin eating your food.

“Am I?” Jaehyun cocks his head at you. “I’m just trying to give you space.”

“Space was for last week.”

“It was?” Jaehyun comes around the side of the table, pulling out the chair next to yours but not sitting down. Instead, your beautiful lover stands there, his perfect (albeit semi lopsided) 8-pack only a few inches away from your arm.

You hum a small sound of affirmation, stabbing your food with your fork.

“So if I were to do this-” his fingers come to brush the side of your cheek and you immediately close your eyes, letting out a contented sigh at the feeling. Jaehyun lets out a low sound in his chest. “It’s been so long since I really touched you.”

“It has been.” You feel your lower lip tremble.

Jaehyun must see the emotion written on your expression, because he grabs you, spinning your chair so you’re facing him. His fingers find the bottom of your chin and he makes you look up, your eyes meeting.

“Let me take care of you?”

You nod, teeth sinking into your lower lip to stop it from betraying any more of your feelings.

“Why are you shaking baby?” Jaehyun pinches your chin gently, thumb smoothing across your mouth to pull your lip from your teeth.

“Because this whole thing is such a mess.” you whimper, down casting your eyes.

Jaehyun doesn’t respond to your moping, instead, he reaches for both of your hands.

You allow your lover to pull you to your feet, and he gently brings you closer, adjusting you so your arms can wrap around the back of his neck, freeing his hands to find their place on your waist.

You rest your forehead against Jaehyun’s bare chest, eyes closed, enjoying the closeness.

Jaehyun holds you quietly, and once you feel you have a handle on yourself, you lift your head to meet his eyes. You watch him swallow, adam’s apple bobbing in his pretty throat, and your hand reaches out on it’s own accord to push some of Jaehyun’s pretty hair out of his face. The strands are silky against your fingers, and Jaehyun stays still, allowing you to move at your own pace while you get used to the closeness again.

You lick your lips, and your decision is made. Leaning up, you press your mouth to Jaehyun’s.

It’s a soft kiss, but when Jaehyun’s fingers apply pressure to your waist, adjusting his hold on you to pull you closer, your body naturally reciprocates. You shift in his arms, heart aching in your breast, which is pressed to your lover’s, and Jaehyun’s pulse reverberates through your joined chests.

You tangle your fingers in Jaehyun’s hair, tugging gently, and your lover lets out a small groan. His hand comes up to cup your cheek, and he kisses you deeper, tongue brushing against your lip, asking for entry.

You concede, opening your mouth, but instead of giving Jaehyun full reign, you take the opportunity to glide your tongue against his teeth. There’s a small clashing of tongues, and Jaehyun lets out a chuckle, breaking the kiss with a grin.

His hands move downward, and before you realize what he’s doing, Jaehyun is lifting you up. Your legs wrap around his waist out of habit, and a moment later he’s setting you onto the kitchen counter, hands finding the flat surface on either side of you while he cages you in with his large body.

You’re cupping his face, and your legs squeeze him, unwilling to let Jaehyun move away.

You’ve needed this, needed your lovers lips.

When you kiss Jaehyun, nothing else matters.

Your mind goes completely blank and you’re lost in the feeling of Jaehyun.

He smells like the woodsy body wash he loves so much, and the hand that moves to grip your waist, slipping up and under your sleeping shirt to tease your bare skin, is more familiar than anything you’ve felt on your body ever before.

“Jae-” you whisper his name when he moves away from your mouth, pressing quick, delightful kisses to the column of your throat.

He descends quickly, hand hooking in the collar of your shirt to pull it down, giving him access to the swell of your breasts, which are pushed up by a little bralette you’d decided to wear in an effort to make Jaehyun less horny during your turbulent relationship recovery period.

But you should have known you’d both break, should have known your bodies will always come back to each other, no matter what.

You grab the hem of your shirt, and Jaehyun gives you the space to pull it off. As soon as the fabric is discarded, his lips are on your skin again, a hand on either side of your rib cage, thumbs just teasing the flimsy band there.

You cover one of his hands with your own, bringing it up to squeeze your breast. The two of you groan at the contact and Jaehyun stops pressing feverish kisses to your skin. He rests his forehead against your collarbone, taking a deep breath that, when released, fans across you, making you shiver.

“Jae?” You tug at his hair gently, prompting him to look up at you.

Jaehyun’s eyes are filled with lust, and love, and desperation- and you can’t help but kiss him immediately, pouring everything you have into him in an effort to relieve some of his pain. Pain you’d caused, even though you really hadn’t meant to.

You definitely hadn’t planned on sleeping with Jaehyun, especially not the morning after Yuta just confessed his love for you-

But when Jaehyun’s mouth descends for a second time, he doesn’t stop at your breasts.

You lay back, resting against the cool countertop as Jaehyun gets between your legs, fingers hooking in your sweatpants before tearing them off of you.

Your fingers are in his hair, which has been drying into a fluffy mess as you’ve been kissing, and you gently guide him to your core.

“Missed this,” your lover says, and you shiver at the sensation of his breath fanning across your exposed pussy.

It’s been far too long since he’s eaten you out, and when Jaehyun’s hands find your thighs, pushing them up to spread you open, you know today he’s going to give it his all.

Jaehyun’s always found oral to be more of an appetizer than a main course, whether it’s you or him being on the receiving end. He’s told you before that nothing compares to the feeling of your velvety walls wrapped around him- but today, you can tell he’s in it for your pleasure, and not just as foreplay.

His tongue presses into your hole, nose bumping your clit and making your legs twitch. You sink your teeth into your lower lip, a whimper leaving your throat from the delightful sensation, and Jaehyun devours you with even more force.

“Jae-” you gasp his name when his lips move to suction around your sensitive bud, back arching off the counter-

And Jaehyun continues to eat you out like a mad man, even whilst tearing your first orgasm from you like it belonged to him to begin with.

His hands press your thighs up, forcing you to stay spread for him while he laps at your entrance, letting out a soft groan that vibrates through your entire body when you reach down to tug at his hair.

Your lover’s fingers dig into your skin, keeping you exactly where he wants you while he works you up for a second time - or is it all just one long, wonderful orgasm that crashes into you in warm waves? - you can’t be sure.

All you know is that when Jaehyun finally lets up from between your legs, you’re twitching from overstimulation in the best possible way.

You open your eyes, surprised to find tears blocking your vision, and you blink them away, staring, gobsmacked at Jaehyun.

His chin is wet, and you watch him lift a hand to his mouth, dragging the back of it across his skin to clear away any traces you’d left behind of the orgasms he’d just devoured.

Jaehyun is sex on legs.

You’ve always known it. And for the longest time, it had kind of annoyed you to watch him woo any girl he wanted… but now that you’re on the receiving end, well, you don’t mind it so much. But you’d like it a lot more if it didn’t make you drop your panties with so much as a look-

Your phone rings on the table by your hip and when you look down at it, Jungwoo’s contact picture beams up at you.

You instinctively close your legs, the mere sight of your friend’s face is enough to practically kill your sex drive and you look to Jaehyun, about to ask if it’s okay to answer the call, when his phone rings too, and he’s quick to fish it from his back pocket.

His eyes scan the screen, and he looks up at you before bringing the phone to his ear, stepping out from between your legs to turn and answer it.

You grab your own cell, bringing it to your ear and sitting up. “Jungwoo?”

“Y/N!” your happy virus of a friend yells into the receiver. “What are you up to!?”

Your eyes find Jaehyun at the end of the hall just as he slips into the bedroom, and you let out a deep breath. “Nothing. What’s up?”

“Taeil and I are grabbing lunch, and you’ve been MIA for like two days-”

“Where are you guys getting food?” you interrupt, eager to jump on the opportunity to get out of the apartment and clear your head with your friend’s (semi)unbiased opinions.

“Thai, the place by the studio Mark uses.”

“Right-” you nod to yourself, thinking about the time your Canadian friend had invited everyone to come see him record a song in the studio and get food after. “I’ll meet you there. What time?”

“Thirty minutes?”

You laugh. Jungwoo often cuts it close with plans. He’s often declared that he’s in a constant state of hunger, and whenever he gets the inclination to eat, he follows through fast.

“That works.” You run a hand through your hair, jumping off of the counter. “I’ll see you there.”

You hang up, and slowly head to the bedroom at the end of the hall. The door is open, and when you look inside, you don’t see Jaehyun. It’s easy enough to guess where he is, and you head to the walk in closet adjoining your room.

Jaehyun is pulling on a jacket. He’s dressed expensively casual, and your eyes follow his movements when he grabs a watch, fastening it to his wrist.

“Heading out?” you ask.

He looks up at you, and you think you must have startled him.

“Yeah.” He looks into the mirror he’s standing in front of, adjusting his jacket on his broad shoulders. “I forgot I agreed to get lunch with Johnny and the guys.” He faces you, fixing his sleeve length. “I hadn’t thought you’d actually come home with me last night, and having you here distracted me, for obvious reasons.”

He approaches you and you move to the side, giving Jaehyun room to step past you.

“Lunch sounds nice though.” you say, following Jaehyun to the bathroom.

“How about you?” he questions, lifting his eyes from where he’s pushing paste onto a toothbrush, meeting your gaze through the reflection of the bathroom mirror. “Plans for today?”

“Jungwoo invited me for food.” you tell him, leaning against the doorframe while Jaehyun brushes his teeth.

When he’s done, Jaehyun turns to face you, offering a small smile. “Sounds like we’re both going to be out for the afternoon.”

You nod.

“I know you want to go back to Yuta’s tonight,” your lover approaches you, hands gently finding your hips, “but will you let me take you to dinner first?”

“Okay.”

“Perfect.” Jaehyun grins at you, and when he leans in, you kiss him goodbye.

It’s so easy to fall back into this pattern with Jaehyun, and you wonder if you should even be fighting it.

14: Monday

Jaehyun generally likes the racetrack. He likes anything from go karting to driving in the most expensive luxury cars, testing their limits and navigating the curves-

But today, Jaehyun’s not feeling it, especially when Haechan makes it clear that the cars they’re testing are for a sponsored video. The soccer star doubts he’ll be able to put on a happy face for filming.

Instead, Jaehyun and Johnny find seats on the bleachers right next to the track, and the two men watch their younger friends race around the loop; Haechan always the leader, and Mark the much more nervous diver who falls behind.

“So what happened last night?” Johnny prompts after a few minutes. “You said you couldn’t talk on the phone when I called earlier-”

“Y/N was over.” Jaehyun says, and his friend’s eyes widen.

“How’d that happen?”

“I went to Yuta’s last night to see her, and a lot happened,” Jaehyun groans, running a hand through his hair. “It’s hard to explain, hard for me to even wrap my head around to be honest, but, basically: Y/N left me because I have to travel so much for work, she has needs not being met I guess, and Yuta suggested he’s the one who can pick up the slack.”

“Pick up the slack.” Johnny repeats. “He wants to fuck your girlfriend.”

Jaehyun lets out a groan. “Yes, and no- but yeah. It’s-” he sighs. “They’re already so close. Yuta’s been a part of my relationship with Y/N from the start-”

“So you’re okay with him...” Johnny trails off.

“I don’t know what I’m okay with yet,” Jaehyun says. “We just started talking about it. Things have changed, and Y/N definitely needs a bit of space to sort out her own feelings about him. But, it’s weird, as much as part of me is saying that she could still leave me again, another part tells me she can’t.”

“That’s good though, right?”

Jaehyun cocks his head. “Yes and no. I want her to be happy, and as much as I know she’s happy when she’s with me, I think I've been kind of blind to how alone she gets when I’m gone. She’s always had Yuta, so I never really worried about her getting lonely, but I don’t think I realized how much she needs another person around when I’m traveling.”

Johnny stays silent for a moment, then he lets out a whistle. “Who would have thought it would be you, out of all of us, getting into polyamory.”

“Not me.” Jaehyun kicks at a small rock by his foot, and it skitters across the metal bleachers, noise canceled out by the roaring of Haechan’s engine as he whizzes by on the track.

“Wait,” Johnny’s brows furrow, “so Yuta suggested a throuple, and Y/N seemed open to it, you’re going to talk it out- but she went home with you?”

Jaehyun nods.

“And?” Johnny prompts.

“And she said she wanted space, sort of, but this morning-” Jaehyun swallows thickly at the memory, and his eyes find his friends, who have pulled to a stop a few meters away. “I didn’t plan on trying anything- but you know how I get when I see her. I can’t help myself.”

“You fucked her?!”

“I was going to- I wanted to-” Jaehyun cuts himself off abruptly with a groan. “You know how Yuta has this thing about his oral game?” Johnny nods. “Well, i don’t know, I’m just being stupidly insecure, but I kind of wanted to prove myself? If that makes sense? And I got distracted doing that- and then Jungwoo called, and then you called-”

Jaehyun shuts his mouth, eyes focused on Mark and Haechan, who are approaching with massive smiles on their faces. He doesn’t want to be a killjoy, but Johnny has no such issue.

“You know what?” the tallest man in their foursome says loudly. “Fuck Yuta.”

“Fuck Yuta?” Haechan bounds over, increasing his pace so he can join in on whatever drama he thinks he’s just sniffed out. “I’m sure you’re right, but why?”

Jaehyun doesn’t have the energy to explain everything again, but luckily he doesn’t have to. Johnny is quick to say; “Yuta wants to fuck Y/N.”

“Okay,” Haechan blinks, “so yes, fuck Yuta, but this isn’t new news?”

“He suggested they be a throuple or something,” Johnny clarifies.

“So he wants to fuck her while she’s still fucking you?” Haechan looks at Jaehyun, who hides his face in his hands. He hates how direct Haechan and Johnny can be at times.

After a breath, Jaehyun lifts his eyes. “Yes, Haechan, that’s what he suggested.”

“At the same time?!” Mark squeaks, ears turning red.

Everyone looks to Jaehyun, who immediately shakes his head, but it’s obvious he’s not going to say anything else about it.

“Okay, so here are my ideas!” Haechan announces, removing the backpack he has slung over one shoulder and setting it down. “You could always knock her up so she stays with you, you breeding kink fuck-” he grins mischievously, pulling a bottle of champagne out of his bag. “Or we could kill Yuta-”

“Please tell me you have a third, and better, option.” Johnny sighs. He usually enjoys Haechan’s antics, but not at the expense of Jaehyun, who is looking more and more distressed.

“Third option is,” Haechan says, pulling a pocket knife out and flicking out the blade, which he brings to the neck of the bottle of Champagne, “we get violently drunk.”

The cork flies out of the bottle with one harsh movement from the man who’s become an expert at opening all sorts of alcohol bottles.

Johnny nods, holding out a hand expectantly, as Haechan never brings glasses to put drinks into, and he sighs, “Getting violently drunk it is.”

15: Monday

“No again,” Doyoung mutters to Taeyong before forcing an empathetic look onto his face, turning his attention to the man who’s just stormed into their peaceful flower shop. “Yuta! What happened?”

Yuta lets out a huff, walking right up to the two men at their little floral workstation. He slams his hands down onto the table, making Taeyong jump, and then he says, “She went home with Jaehyun.”

“What?!” Taeyong’s eyes fill with confusion, and he sets down the bouquet he’d been working on.

“Y/N. Jaehyun showed up last night, it was a complete mess, I suggested polyamory, Jaehyun said no threesomes, which is completely fine by me, and then she went home with him-”

“Slow down.” Doyoung holds up a hand. “What did you just say?!”

Yuta sighs with exasperation. “Y/N went home with Jaehyun.”

“Before that.”

“No threesomes?”

“Okay, yes,” Doyoung groans, shaking his head and rubbing his eyes, “but the polyamory thing. You suggested it? To their faces? Out loud?””

“Uh huh.” Yuta nods.

Doyoung blinks. “And Jaehyun didn’t kill you?”

“No, I just told you, he said no threesomes.” Yuta rolls his eyes. “Aren’t you listening?”

“I think we’re both just a little… confused.” Taeyong says, touching Doyoung’s back in an effort to get his friend to calm down. “All of that happened, and you’re mad right now about her going home with Jaehyun?”

“Yes.”

“But she- they agreed to try polyamory?” Taeyong clarifies.

Another nod.

Taeyong cocks his head. “So… isn’t that a success?”

Yuta nods once. “Everything up until her going home with him.”

“But they’re- they’re together, Yuta,” Doyoung says. “Of course she went home with him.”

“But are they even together?” The man standing at Taeyong and Doyoung’s workstation looks as distressed as they’ve ever seen him. “They just had a break up, and they reconciled last night… So does that mean they’re fully back together now?” He looks between his friends.

“Aren’t you the one always preaching about communication?” Doyoung asks. “Shouldn’t you find the answer to your question from them?”

“You’re right,” Yuta nods, suddenly serious. “I should go to their apartment.”

“That is not what we just said!” Taeyong grabs his friend’s arm before Yuta can head to the door and go make a mess for himself. “Yuta! You have to calm down-”

“Calm down?!” Yuta tears his arm from Taeyong’s grasp. “She’s my best friend! She’s my everything! She’s my soulmate! And I told her I loved her last night and she didn’t shut me down!” He takes a breath, voice lowering. “Why does he get to have her today? She said she wanted me to take her on dates, so why-”

“Dates?” Taeyong prompts, looking for anything to steer Yuta away from going further down the rabbit hole of self pity.

“Yeah,” Yuta runs a hand through his hair, “she says I gotta ‘woo’ her.”

“Then going to her apartment and bombarding her and Jaehyun is definitely not what you should do.” Doyoung states, coming around the workbench and dragging Yuta to the familiar corner of the shop that houses your favourite florals. “You’re going to get her some flowers, and you’re going to be patient.”

“I am?” Yuta asks.

Doyoung nods. “I shouldn’t be helping you with this, but I’m going to say it and you can’t tell anyone that I pointed this out to you, got it?”

Yuta gets even more confused. “Okay?”

“You have to be patient because,” Doyoung sighs, “it’s only a matter of time before Jaehyun is leaving again. And when he’s gone, that will be the time to draw her in. You know she can’t see straight the moment Jaehyun’s in her line of sight. Play smart, or you’re going to ruin your friendship with Y/N, Jaehyun, and probably the rest of us too.”

“How could it ruin our friendship?” Yuta frowns.

“Because I don’t think any of us are going to be supportive of you purposefully being destructive when their entire relationship is on the line.”

16: Monday

Taeil drops his chopsticks the moment the words leave your mouth, a look of complete shock on his face.

Jungwoo, in contrast, all but explodes. “What!?” He’s practically vibrating out of his seat, eyes wide. “You let him-”

“Ya!” Taeil slams his elbow into his friend’s side, cutting him off before Jungwoo can accidentally announce to the whole restaurant that you’d had the best oral of your life this morning. “Shh!”

“But wait!” Jungwoo’s expression switches to that of concern. “What about Yuta?! He said he loved you last night-”

“He said a lot of things last night,” Taeil mutters. He’d not been the happiest of campers when you’d told him Yuta had, in fact, suggested polyamory. And he’d been even more shocked when you’d explained that both you and Jaehyun expressed some openness to it.

“I mean-” You sigh, lowering your voice and leaning forward to make sure only your friend’s can hear you. “I hadn’t planned on letting Jae eat me out, but you know how crazy he makes me-”

“Crazy horny.” Jungwoo giggles.

Taeil pushes his plate to the side, and then face plants against the table, hiding himself in his arms.

He had not signed up for this today.

“And Yuta-” you sigh, “I can't believe you guys told me he was in love with me and I just… elected to ignore it.”

“You’re very stubborn.” Jungwoo nods sympathetically.

You laugh, knowing he doesn’t mean it in a bad way. “Apparently so.”

Your phone dings once, and you ignore it.

“So do you think you have a preference?” Jungwoo cocks his head, looking at you with big eyes. “Between Yuta and Jaehyun?”

“I-” you stop abruptly, brows furrowing as you realize how difficult a question it really is. “I like them both for very different reasons.”

“But if you had to choose.” Jungwoo says, leaning forward and resting his chin on the palm of his hands. Beside him, Taeil groans, banging his head against the table, but you both ignore him. “Like, if you had to sleep at Jaehyun’s or Yuta’s-”

“I’m sleeping at Yuta’s tonight,” you respond.

“Oooh! So you prefer Yuta!” Jungwoo announces.

“I mean-” You gnaw on your lip for a moment, deep in thought-

Your phone dings again, and this time you use it as an excuse to wiggle your way out of Jungwoo’s hard questions.

There are two messages waiting for you, and you groan, because of course you can’t truly escape the situation you’ve found yourself in.

“Who is it?!” Jungwoo asks, king of curiosity it appears.

“Text from Jae and Yuta.”

“Who are you going to read first?” Jungwoo prompts slyly.

“Whichever text was sent first,” you respond, feeling it to be the most fair. “Jae is going to be out all afternoon, but he’ll be home by six to take me out for dinner,” you read, liking his message to let him know you’ve seen it. “And Yuta is asking when I’m coming home…” you trail off while you type in a short response, and when you set your phone down, you find Jungwoo grinning at you. “What?”

“You called Yuta’s apartment home.”

17: monday

When the two of you arrive at the restaurant, you find Jaehyun has called ahead and booked you a cute table in a secluded corner right by the windows, offering you a fabulous view of the city.

Despite the lights, when you sit down, Jaehyun focuses all his attention on you. He leans forward, resting his elbow on the table and propping his chin up with one hand, the other moves to lace his fingers with yours.

“How was your day?” you ask, looking down at where his thumb is gently rubbing the back of your own in a soothing motion.

“Good. Haechan was doing a sponsor video at the racetrack, another fast car, you know how he is.”

You do. You’ve known Haechan as long as you’ve known Jaehyun, and if there’s one thing you can say about that little shithead, it’s that he lives fast. If it weren’t for his girlfriend reminding him to keep a level head, you think he would have found himself in much more trouble over the past few years.

“Were you at the track all afternoon?” you prompt.

Jaehyun shakes his head. “Haechan brought champagne, and got Mark drunk, so me and Johnny took them home and entertained them with video games for a while. How were Taeil and Jungwoo?”

“They’re fine. I think Taeil is getting a little tired of this whole mess,” you admit.

Jaehyun nods sympathetically. “Lines drawn in the sand.”

“Hmm?” You’re shocked at the analogy, as it’s one you’d thought of yourself-

“Haechan said it.” Jaehyun tells you, and now it makes more sense. “He also said it was funny Yuta had claimed Doyoung and Taeyong in the divorce.”

“What do you mean?” you let out a small laugh.

“Just that, while I go out with Haechan, Johnny and Mark, and you’re out with Taeil and Jungwoo, Yuta showed up at Doyoung and Taeyong’s flower shop today.”

“He did?” You cock a brow.

“Taeyong messaged me. He’s worried about this whole thing, and he found a new restaurant he wants to show us all- but, the ‘Frat Boys for Life’ group chat has been dead since-” he swallows thickly, and you know how much the guys love the little group chat they’ve had for years, “well, since everything.”

“Jae, I’m-” you begin to apologize but Jaehyun squeezes your hand gently, shaking his head.

“Don’t say you’re sorry,” he murmers softly. “You did nothing wrong. We’re working through this.” He searches your eyes, and you can tell he means it. “Do you remember,” he smiles fondly, “our summer trip to Italy?”

“How could I forget?” you giggle. “Haechan was almost kidnapped.”

“But you saved him.”

“We saved him. It wasn’t me who punched that guy out.”

“But, you did yell and get everyone’s attention when you saw him bribing Haechan to get closer to his big white van with pocket watches.”

“Why did he even want a pocket watch?!” It’s something you’ve been wondering for over a year.

“Who knows?” Jaehyun shrugs, smile widening. “Or what about last Christmas, in Connecticut?”

“When your mom pretty much told us to go upstairs and make her a grand baby on Christmas day?”

“It’s the gift she wanted.” Jaehyun shrugs again, and now you’re beaming at each other.

You’ve been with Jaehyun for so long, and the two of you have shared so many memories-

It was a mistake to ever try to leave- but at the same time, you think maybe it needed to happen. Staring at Jaehyun, you can tell he has no animosity towards you for the events that have transpired between you in the past weeks, and you think maybe it’s about time you forgive yourself too.

18: monday

Jaehyun’s car pulls up outside of Yuta’s apartment and he turns the ignition off. You know you want to say something, but you wait for Jaehyun to go first- when it appears as though he’s not going to say anything, you go to speak- only for you to both speak at once.

“You go first.” Jaehyun says, hand finding your thigh and giving it a soft squeeze.

“I was just going to say, thank you for dinner, and I hope you know, again, I did mean it when I said anything that happens with Yuta will be slow.” You swallow the lump in your throat but it does little to help the feeling of your racing heart. “Things like this- they require a lot of communication, right?”

Jaehyun hums in affirmation, but his gaze is fixed on his steering wheel.

“Jae?” You turn in your seat to face him, and when he won’t meet your gaze, you gently touch his cheek, prompting him to finally look at you. “You know I love you?”

He visibly softens, reaching up his own hand to cup your face. “Of course gorgeous. You know I love you?”

“Of course,” you smile.

The two of you move in unison, both leaning in to press your lips together, a sweet kiss goodbye.

“I’m guessing you don’t want to walk me up?” you ask when the tender moment is over.

Jaehyun lets out a small laugh, shaking his head and facing forward again. “Doyoung also mentioned that Yuta was pretty upset when he was at the flower shop today, I doubt seeing me will make his mood any better.”

You study the soccer player for a moment. “It’s nice of you to be considerate of his feelings.”

“He’s still my friend.” Jaehyun’s hand finds the top of the steering wheel, and his fingers run along it anxiously. “Like I said at the restaurant, we’ll all get back to normal.” A pause, then, “maybe not normal normal, things will be different. Hopefully better.”

“Hopefully,” you agree, leaning in to press one final kiss to Jaehyun’s cheek. “I think Yuta and I will just be watching movies tonight, I’ll send you pictures, yeah?”

“Sounds good.” Jaehyun nods.

You leave the car and enter Yuta’s apartment building with the extra key fob he’d given you (and Mark????) when he’d moved in.

Upon reaching Yuta’s door, you type in the code ‘6669’ and let yourself in.

You’re immediately tackled into a hug, and you laugh at the greeting, nuzzling into your best friend’s chest.

“Missed you,” he groans, squeezing you tight.

“Missed you too,” you admit, pulling away after nearly ten full seconds of hugging. “Are you okay? I think I heard you were at the flower shop making a scene today?” you tease.

“I wasn’t making a scene,” Yuta insists, letting you go in favour of heading into the living room, where he already has popcorn waiting and a movie set up, as well as your favourite blanket and some other snacks. He pats the seat next to him, looking at you. “And also, who told you that? Who do I have to kill? Taeyong or Doyoung?”

19: Tuesday

You wake up in the spare room of Yuta’s apartment to the smell of cooking, and for a moment, you think you’re home- well, your other home.

‘What is home?’ you wonder to yourself as you sit up and stretch.

You’d thought you’d known, but now you’re not so sure.

The sound of something breaking has you leaping to your feet and running to the kitchen.

You find Yuta standing over the sink, and you’re quick to ask, “what happened?”

“Oh,” your best friend looks up at you, “I just broke a dish. How was your sleep?”

“Good.” You let out a deep sigh. “What’s cooking?”

“The usual.”

AKA, one pot ramen that he always makes, regardless of whether you’re sleeping over or not. You wonder why you even ask sometimes, but the answer is simple: tradition.

Back when you’d all been in university, many mornings were spent with you in the kitchen cooking for Yuta, Jaehyun, and oftentimes Mark as well. Despite all the hours he spent next to you, Yuta never bothered to learn how to make food, and, not even two months ago, you’d watched him put an unpeeled onion under the tap in an effort to get the outer layer off.

“So,” Yuta stands over his pot of instant noodles as if he’s a masterchef who must keep watch, “I really want to ask out this gorgeous girl, but I don’t want to text her till I figure out if she’d want lunch, dinner, or breakfast.” He looks up at you with a hint of mischief in his eyes, and you wonder how you became besties with such a tease.

You decide to play along, ignoring the insinuation that came with the way he said ‘breakfast’, which had obviously not been in regard to the ramen he’s currently cooking for you. “Maybe you should just text her. You’re always telling me communication is key.”

“Good idea.” Yuta nods, pulling out his phone.

A moment later, you hear a notification sound from your room.

You exchange a glance with Yuta and he grins. You shake your head at him, heading to your room, where, low and behold, there’s a text from Yuta that says, “Can’t stop thinking about you- want to have food with me?”

Warmth spreads through your chest at the cute text, and you let out a small laugh.

You type a quick response, “make me dinner” complete with a little winky face at the end.

Your Bestie best deliver.

20: Tuesday

It’s around five when Yuta stands up, pausing your tv show to announce, “I need to get ready for my hot date.”

“You do, do you?” you laugh.

Yuta nods. “She’s so cool- I want to make a good first impression.” He winks at you. “I’ll need your opinion on my outfit though, be right back.”

You laugh at his antics, relaxing into the couch and pulling out your phone to pass the time while you wait for Yuta to get ready. You’d called Jaehyun around noon to talk with him about Yuta asking you out on a date, and he’d been as supportive as you could have hoped for. He’d sounded curious, not jealous, when he’d asked your plans, and you’d explained you’d stay the night in. You’d told him it would likely just be movies, maybe ordering in for dinner.

And you text him now to quickly say, ‘Yuta’s still pretending he’s going on a date with some random girl like he did this morning’.

Jaehyun’s typing bubble pops up a moment later, then, ‘he better not treat you like a random. We both know how specific you can be about the things you like.’

And it’s true.

It’s also a perspective you hadn’t, in your wildest imagination, thought Jaehyun might take.

‘Jae?’

‘Yes darling?’

You bite into your lower lip, typing, ‘I love you’

‘I love you too. Have a good date.’ And a moment later, ‘but not too good ;)’

You laugh, setting down your phone as Yuta enters the room again.

He’s in black jeans, holding up two shirts to half cover his bare torso while he switches between them, looking at you. “What do you think?” he asks. “Red? Or Black?”

You cock your head, assessing the options. “Red. You look good in black, but with your hair being dark right now, I think it stands out more with the contrast of red.”

Your best friend has tried every hair colour under the sun, but he’s been growing it out for some time now, waiting for it to be healthy enough for a new bleach out. He’d looked ethereal when he would wear all black outfits with bright white hair, and every time you see him in a similar outfit now, all you can think is ‘white hair Yuta world domination.’

“I’m going to grab a few more things, then I'm going to leave,” he announces, and you piece together that maybe he’s hinting at you having some time to change as well, so you follow Yuta towards the bedrooms.

You end up throwing on a simple fit, some smart, high waisted black dress pants, and one of Yuta’s old band T shirts tucked in. It’s casual but elevated, something Johnny had drilled into your mind with the ‘fashion evaluations’ he’s been doing on TikTok lately.

When you exit your room, you find Yuta by the entrance to his apartment, putting on shoes.

You cock a brow, leaning against the wall. You’re kind of shocked at how much he’s committing to the idea of ‘going out on a date with this girl that’s totally not you.’

“Do you have everything?” you tease.

“I think so.” Yuta pats his pockets, then he looks up at you with a grin, teasing right back, “I hope I can figure my way around her apartment. Now come give your bestie a hug for good luck.”

You chuckle softly, closing the distance between the two of you and entering Yuta’s embrace. He smells good, and you recognize the expensive cologne he only busts out on extra special occasions, like when his art exhibition had opened.

“Do you think oppa will do well?” Yuta asks.

You can’t help but shove your best friend roughly in the chest, a look of amused scandalization covering your features. “Yuta!”

He laughs, turning and grabbing the door handle, then he’s disappearing into the hallway, and you’re left wondering (yet again) just how far he’s going to take this charade.

You wait a few seconds expectantly, and you’re just about to open the door and look out when you’re phone buzzes.

It’s a text from Yuta, and it reads, ‘Be there in a few!’

You shake your head, moving to the kitchen and taking a seat while you wait.

A short time later, there’s a knock on the door, and you rise to open it.

Yuta is standing there, and he holds a bouquet out for you. “Thought you might like these,” he says.

The arrangement is quite literally perfect, with some of your favourite flowers- and you notice it to be Doyoung’s work immediately by the way the little bow is tied, keeping the tissue paper and plastic sheet coverings close to the stems.

“Where did you even get these?!” You ask, knowing the flower shop is much more than five minutes away.

“A gentleman never tells.”

“You? A gentleman?” you laugh.

“You just met me sweetheart,” Yuta teases, “I might surprise you.”

You shake your head fondly at his antics. “Sure you will.”

“May I come in?”

You step to the side, allowing your best friend to enter his own apartment, which he promptly begins to compliment, all while pretending it’s yours.

The date is very much what you expected from Yuta. He continues his ‘this is our first date and I don't know you’ act, and the two of you order takeout. Yuta asks all sorts of questions, however they’re not ordinary questions, because Yuta already knows all the basic facts about you.

Instead, he throws you curveballs like, “if you could turn into any animal in the world, what would you turn into?” and even “if you were a member of the Avengers, what would your codename be?”

Dinner is spent laughing with your best friend, but he’s more than that now- and the feelings inside your chest reflect the growing change.

When dinner is over, Yuta stands. “Thank you for inviting me over to your gorgeous home, again, I just want to say, the art in here? Amazing. Whoever did it- a genius.” And you laugh at how confident he can be in his own tastes and work. “I’d love to do this again sometime, but I should go, I have a cat waiting at home, and she gets anxious when she’s alone-”

“Hey!” You push at him, knowing he’s taking a jab at you (the ‘cat’) and your love for company, whether it be in the form of him, Jaehyun, Jungwoo- or any of your other friends really.

“Is this how you treat someone on a first date?!” Yuta tries to dodge your little hits of annoyance at his toying, but he’s giggling all the same.

“This is how I treat first dates that end with indirect disses!” you insist good naturedly. “Now go, find your stupid cat.”

“Never said she was stupid!” Yuta calls as he steps out of his apartment, and you hear him say, “just needy” as you close the door behind him.

You wonder how long you’re going to wait this time for him to do whatever it is he does when he’s out in the hallway pretending he’s not at his own apartment.

When five minutes pass with no Yuta, you decide to text him. ‘Bestie’ you type, shaking your head at yourself, ‘when are you coming home from your hot date?’

‘Should be back in ten :)’ comes a quick response.

‘Ten’ becomes fifteen, but Yuta’s never been good at timing, and when he arrives, he’s holding a tub of your favourite ice cream. Unlike the flowers he’d brought you earlier, ice cream is easily within walking distance, and you don’t question it, instead asking, “So, how was your date?”

“Good!” Yuta says, setting the ice cream down in the kitchen so he can grab bowls to eat out of. “Like I said, she’s gorgeous, she’s funny, she’s smart-”

“I heard you even got her flowers,” you say, hoping that by playing along, your best friend might actually tell you how he’d managed to get flowers from Doyoung and Taeyong’s shop across town to his apartment in five minutes.

“Where do you keep hearing these things from?” Yuta laughs, shaking his head. Then he sighs, “If you must know, I have an in with one of her neighbours, and they held the flowers for me.”

“Oh,” you nod.

“You know the drill,” Yuta plops two scoops of ice cream into a bowl before nudging it in your direction, “gotta bribe the babes with flowers if you want to get lucky.”

You groan, knowing he’s just saying it to push your buttons, but when you pick up your bowl, you stop. “Can you bribe babes with ice cream?”

Yuta grins at you. “Depends on the babe.”

21: Wednesday

You’d woken up the day after your date with Yuta to takeout leftovers, and it was at breakfast that the two of you received an unexpected text from Haechan. He invited you both to a party at his house, acknowledging that it was last minute, but insisting everyone be there because, well, because he’s Haechan, and you don’t miss a Haechan party.

When you’d initially left your apartment you share with Jaehyun, you’d mostly packed leisure clothes, things to wear while you mourned the loss of a three year long relationship. Although you have one pair of nice dress pants at Yuta’s, you’re definitely not going to Haechan’s party dressed in anything less than your best, so you call Jaehyun, and he immediately offers to pick you up and bring you home to get ready.

You’re a little shocked when Jaehyun comes all the way up to Yuta’s apartment to get you, and it’s your best friend who opens the door.

“Jaehyun,” the artist greets the man on the threshold as you grab a few last minute items, shoving them in your purse..

“Yuta,” the soccer star nods. “Are you coming to Haechan’s?” He holds out a hand for you to join him at the door, but it’s clear he’s not speaking to you.

“Should be.” Yuta watches the way you slip on your shoes, using Jaehyun’s hand as support.

“A word of warning,” Jaehyun says, and you suck in a breath, Yuta is definitely not a fan of ‘warnings-’ “this whole party might be a plot for Haechan to kill you.”

The tension breaks, and Yuta laughs, shaking his head. “Good to know. I’ll try not to drink anything that’s been opened.”

“Poison is definitely up Haechan’s alley.” Jaehyun nods, and you watch the two of them exchange a second, genuine, chuckle. Then your lover’s hand is on the small of your back, “See you there,” he says to Yuta, and you head towards the elevator.

The two of you make small talk about your day, and when you get to the street, you see Jaehyun’s brought his Porche. The sleek, black luxury car is his baby, and he rarely brings it out from it’s safe little parking spot in the high security underground parking lot below your apartment.

He opens the side door for you, closing it once you’re tucked away inside the equally expensive looking interior. The leather seat is soft against your skin, and you can feel it’s already warmed- Jaehyun must have turned it on for you on the ride over, he knows you like the warmth.

Your boyfriend enters the vehicle, and the engine revs to life a moment later.

“It was nice seeing you laughing with Yuta again,” you muse as Jaehyun pulls into traffic. “I know you distanced yourself from him back when you and I first met, and now you’re distanced again- and I just-”

“It wasn’t your fault then, and it’s not your fault now.” Jaehyun is quick to assure you, and his hand moves from the stick shift to cover yours, which is resting in your lap. “Yuta and I- we get like this. Sometimes we need space, but last time, we ended up being even better friends afterwards… because of you.”

He squeezes your hand gently before lifting it up, bringing it with his own to the stick shift. Your palm finds the top knob, and Jaehyun’s fingers flex around yours, pushing forward and using you to change gears.

“You want to know something?” Jaehyun asks, sneaking a glance at you as he presses on the gas, speeding down the street and shifting into an even higher gear. “As much as I hate to say it, the past two days I've had training, and it’s nice knowing you’ll wake up with someone nearby to share your morning with, even if it’s not me.”

Your heart swells in your chest. You can’t believe he’s saying this-

“Speaking of which,” Jaehyun continues, “there’s another training camp coming up.”

“How long will you be gone?” You’ve been with Jaehyun long enough to know that training camps generally take place in distant locations, and your heart is already sinking in your chest at the thought of losing him again, even if it’s only for a short period.

“Two weeks.”

You frown. “When do you leave?”

“Saturday morning.” Jaehyun states. “So that gives me three nights here before I go, and I was hoping you’d spend two of them with me?”

“Of course-” you agree immediately. “But can you give me till the end of the party to figure out which nights I'll be with you? For sure Friday, because I want to drive you to the airport on Saturday morning, but I’m not sure about tonight and tomorrow yet.”

Jaehyun nods. “Take your time.”

22: Wednesday

You’d arrived at the party dressed to the nines, but four hours later, everyone is beginning to look a little sloppy. You find yourself trying to be the moderator for Doyoung and Haechan, who are arguing over philosophical theories, and you’re certain neither of them can win.

Doyoung says something particularly direct, and before you know it, Haechan is shoving him.

The glass of wine in the stoic man’s hand sloshes, a few drops gliding over the rim and flying through the air- landing directly on the front of your dress.

Haechan and Doyoung freeze, and suddenly you have not one, but two people at your side.

Jaehyun is quick to turn you towards him, warm hands finding your shoulders while his eyes assess the damage done to the dress he’d bought for you in Paris-

And Yuta, in contrast, immediately picks a fight with Haechan, who he’d watched cause the whole thing. “Stop shoving people!” Yuta says loudly, and you can tell by the way he hypocritically shoves Haechan while half slurring, that he’s more affected by his drink than you’d thought. “Jaehyun got Y/N this dress in Paris!”

You watch Jaehyun’s eyes move over your shoulder to your angry friend, and your boyfriend flashes a small smile, betraying his amusement by Yuta’s defence of something Jaehyun had gifted you.

“Y/N!” Now Jungwoo is rushing over. “We have to get you out of this dress, and get some hot water, vinegar, salt, dawn dish soap-”

Jaehyun lets go of you and you exchange a look as Jungwoo whisks you away, the resident expert on getting out red wine stains apparently. The tall blonde even grabs poor Taeil from where he’s leaning against the wall, trying to blend in with one of the many exuberant shrubs that litter Haechan’s home.

“Where are we going?” Taeil groans, but he doesn’t fight Jungwoo’s grip on his arm.

“To fix Y/N’s dress!” Jungwoo says loudly, marching the two of you towards the bedrooms. “First, we have to get her a change of clothes!”

When you reach Haechan’s room, Jungwoo walks straight into the closet, leaving you with Taeil.

“Should we be in here?” Taeil asks, looking around Haechan’s room, which he’s often quite protective of.

“Boy clothes or girl clothes?!” Jungwoo bellows from the walk-in closet, and you’re starting to suspect - by the way that he singsongs - he’s as tipsy as Yuta appeared to be.

“Uh, boy clothes!” you call after a moment's deliberation. You know Haechan’s girlfriend wouldn’t mind you borrowing something, but you doubt Haechan will miss a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants, he must have hundreds by now from brand endorsements and Youtube fashion Hauls he does with Johnny.

“Here!” Jungwoo returns with a simple black sweat set, and he hands it to you before jumping onto the bed, planting his face into the duvet. “I’m not looking, you can change!”

Taeil sighs, and also turns to face the wall, giving you privacy while he asks, “What am I even doing here?”

“It’s been two days since we last saw her!” Jungwoo turns his head so you can hear him unmuffled by the blanket he’d nuzzled against. “We’re here for updates!”

“Not much has happened,” you tell them, slipping your dress off. “I’ve been staying at Yuta’s the past two nights.”

“Oooh!” Jungwoo lets out a scandalized sound.

“No dirty thoughts, Woo!” you scold your friend, but then you remember, “Jaehyun is going to training camp for two weeks starting Saturday.”

“Oh?!” The blonde on the bed sits up abruptly, turning to face you with excited eyes and a suggestive grin- and then he smacks his hands over his face. “I didn’t see anything!” He insists, and you chuckle.

You’ve already pulled on the sweatpants, and the most your friend could have seen is your bra, which you promptly cover with Haechan’s hoodie.

“So you’ll be sleeping over at Jaehyun’s the next few nights?” Taeil asks.

You find it funny that, for a guy who pretends to not be interested in all the gossip, he sure is good at bringing you back to it when you start to stray from details.

“Two nights, I think,” you say. “Woo, you can open your eyes now.”

Your friend is quick to do as he’s told, and then he’s jumping from the bed to snatch up your dress, inspecting the stain.

“Hot water and dish soap!” he announces; a solid treatment plan if you ever heard one.

“You think two nights?” Taeil prompts, yet again drawing you back on topic even whilst the two of you leave Haechan’s room to follow Jungwoo to the kitchen.

“I don’t know,” you groan. “I think- I mean, obviously, I kind of want to spend all three with Jae- but Yuta-”

Your train of thought stops when you reach the living space, and your eyes lock with Yuta’s.

Your best friend skitters over, a massive grin on his face. “I threw Doyoung into the pool!” he tells you enthusiastically.

“Oh my god,” you groan, latching onto his arm to make sure he can’t run off and cause any more trouble. “You’re coming with us to the kitchen.”

“What’s in the kitchen?” Yuta asks, grabbing something from his back pocket and lifting it to his lips.

You’re too late in realizing it’s a small bottle of Jack Daniels, and by then, Yuta’s already finished the last three gulps.

“Do you need to be more drunk!?” you sigh in exasperation, plucking the empty bottle from Yuta’s fingers and setting it safely next to the sink where Jungwoo is now furiously scrubbing at your dress. You can’t even bring yourself to care that it actually looks like he’s making the stain worse.

“I definitely need to be more drunk,” Yuta tells you, his expression serious when you turn to face him.

“Why?”

“Because,” he shows you that wide, cheshire-cat smile of his, “I need courage to ask that cute girl on date number dos.”

He holds up two fingers.

Now you know you’re in trouble. When Yuta starts jumbling languages together, it means he’s on the precipice of being ‘obnoxious drunk Yuta’ and the only cure is promptly putting him to bed with the promise of breakfast in the morning.

“Wait-” Jungwoo straitens from where he’s been hunched over the sink, “you’re seeing someone?”

“Yeah,” Yuta nods eagerly, “and her lover boy is going out of town in a few days so then she can give me all her attention-”

Something clicks in Jungwoo’s eyes, and you’re sure Taeil must realize Yuta is talking about you, not some second girl- but before anyone can say anything else, a very angry, wet Doyoung shows up, and he grabs Yuta by the scruff of the neck.

“Wait-” Yuta whips around, raising a hand to fight Doyoung off, only for Haechan to grab him, assisting Doyoung in dragging your friend towards the pool.

“Should we save him?” Jungwoo blinks, looking like a deer in headlights next to you.

You consider it, and then shake your head. “Maybe a swim will knock some sense into him.”

Everyone left at the party stands and watches while Yuta struggle the entire way to the indoor pool that’s connected to the main living space, and Jaehyun comes to stand next to you as your best friend is shoved into the water.

A familiar hand finds the small of your back, then Jaehyun says softly, “Something tells me you’re going to be taking care of him tonight.”

"You’re right,” you admit, letting out a laugh then you shake your head at your best friend’s antics. “I’ll see you tomorrow though, and the day after that,” you turn to beam up at Jaehyun, “and the day after that-”

Your boyfriend groans, pulling you to his chest. “And then two weeks gone,” he sighs. “I don’t know how I’m going to be able to stand it.”

23: Thursday

Your morning had consisted of taking care of Yuta, petting his hair, watching movies, and making him fatty food to cure his hangover. So, when you arrived at Jaehyun’s apartment in the late afternoon, you were already exhausted.

Jaehyun is always more than willing to pamper you, and he’d been quick to sit you down and insist that you allow him to do everything, doting on you hand and foot.

You’d spent some time listening to music and talking in the living room while cuddled to his familiar chest, then watched a movie. After, Jaehyun had drawn you a bubble bath to soak in while he cooked dinner.

After you're finished eating, you find yourself once again cuddled on the couch with Jaehyun. One of your favourite movies is playing, and you’ve seen it so many times, and know it so well, that you can’t help but be distracted.

It’s easy to be distracted when Jaehyun is around, and the thought makes you compare your boyfriend’s presence while watching movies, to that of your best friend.

Jaehyun holds you close, and he plays with your fingers when he gets the chance. He’s a diligent watcher (of films), and doesn’t speak too often, but he reacts accordingly, and laughs heartily at pretty much every joke.

Yuta, in contrast, always sits with his shoulder touching your own, close, but not as close as Jaehyun can afford to be. Your best friend is a big talker, and an even bigger reactor. Half of the fun of watching movies with Yuta is experiencing his overt responses.

“Is there a reason you’re staring at me, gorgeous?” Jaehyun breaks your train of thought, pausing the movie before turning to look down at you.

“Just thinking,” you muse.

“About what?” he asks.

You yawn. “Nothing important.”

“Sleepy?” He presses a kiss to the crown of your head.

“It’s been a long day,” you admit, closing your eyes and leaning into your soft, protective lover.

“Then let’s get you to bed.” Jaehyun stands abruptly, and you groan at the loss of his warmth. He reaches out for your hands, and pulls you to your feet. Then, in a sudden motion, he picks you up, arms securing under your knees and around your back while you latch onto his shoulders in surprise.

You relax after the initial shock of being picked up, and your body remembers what it’s like to have Jaehyun carry you this way.

He’d carried you over the threshold of every apartment you’ve owned together, and something about this feels right when he steps into your bedroom.

It’s a new beginning.

24: Friday

You’d woken up to find the bed empty, but there’d been a note on Jaehyun’s pillow that read, ‘be back at 10, love you - Jae’, and it had been enough to get you through to his return.

The day was spent much like the previous one had been, and you think neither of you are too eager to go out, not when you can enjoy each other’s company without distractions… well, other than Yuta, who texts you sporadically through the day, as he always does.

You’re extremely proud of yourself for making it till after dinner without having climbed your gorgeous boyfriend like a god damned tree. But as the notion of sleep becomes more and more real, you find yourself feeling more and more needy for Jaehyun.

His absence looms on the horizon, and it’s become a tradition to have fabulous, rough sex the night before he leaves for work trips.

You know Jaehyun’s schedule, his habits. And at 9:30, like the regimented athlete he is, he heads to the bedroom to do a small nightly work out of pushups and situps-

When the reach the bedroom, it takes everything in your power to head straight for the ensuite bathroom, hoping to wait out workout!Jae and hope bookreading!Jae isn’t as sexy as he was last night. But, the cold water of the shower does little to ease the heat between your legs.

You gnaw on your lip, hand finding the tiled shower wall, and you allow yourself some time to think.

Your brain is telling you to be patient, that, with a budding Yuta connection, now might not be the best time to give yourself to Jaehyun so fully again-

But your body is telling you that the beautiful man in your bed is exactly what you need.

Besides… Yuta had been quite clear that he understands you have needs, in the way that you need to be fucked when Jaehyun is gone for weeks at a time- and he’s always been supportive of you getting pleasure-

If you’re asking Jaehyun to get used to the idea of you possibly sleeping with Yuta, you decide, Yuta will have to be accepting of you fucking Jaehyun, your long term boyfriend.

You think Yuta might be a tad salty about it, but you think that if there’s one thing Yuta understands, it’s sex.

Hell, you’d gone and supported him through his gallery of sexcipades, hadn’t you?

When you exit the shower, your mind is made up, and minutes later, you’re walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around your body.

You don’t have a plan per se- but you know with Jaehyun you won’t need one. He immediately lowers the book he’s reading onto his bare chest, eyes trailing after you as you head to the walk in.

You go to the drawers that hold your lingerie, and you begin to look through them.

You don’t have to look for long before you feel a body come to stand behind yours, and two hands land on your hips. You suppose you could straighten your back and greet Jaehyun, but what would be the fun in that? You stay bent over, continuing to pick through the flimsy silks and laces.

“What are you looking for?” Jaehyun asks.

“I’m not sure,” you respond. “Do you want something strappy? Or would you prefer something easier to tear off?”

You just barely hear a small groan leave Jaehyun’s lips, and he pushes his hips against yours, hands grabbing your waist.

“Don’t tease me,” he warns.

“I’m not,” you respond, pushing the drawers closed and standing enough to brace your hands against the top of the dresser.

Jaehyun immediately responds in kind, but he doesn’t just want you braced against the dresser, he forces you until your hips are flush with it, your back to his chest.

The tip of his nose glides from your shoulder up your neck, and you arch your throat, giving him more room- only for his lips to latch onto your earlobe, teeth teasing you.

“Are you sure?” Jaehyun asks, fingers flexing again at your hips, digging into the towel that’s covering your naked form.

“Yes, daddy.”

Your boyfriend reacts immediately, as he always does when - once in a blue moon - you use the title on him. He spins you around, cupping your face with one hand while he smashes his lips to yours.

The two of you often blur the lines of your power dynamic in bed, with you providing at least some push back to Jaehyun’s more dominant side- but on days when you’re defeated and call him daddy, or sir- those are the days you truly give yourself to your lover, and he always makes sure to give you everything you deserve, and then some.

He kisses you deeply, tongue invading your mouth and dominating you. His thumb moves from your cheek and down to the underside of your chin, applying pressure that forces you to look up, giving his lips access to your neck.

Your boyfriend finds your sweet spot, tongue darting out to lick at it before he pulls the sensitive skin between his teeth. You don’t even mind that it will probably leave a mark.

“Daddy-” you whimper again, so incredibly desperate- your fingers hooking in the waistband of his sweatpants to pull him closer- which is impossible since he’s already flush to your body.

“Tell me what you want, gorgeous,” Jaehyun prompts, teasing your ear again and sending a shiver through you.

“You,” you whine, tugging again on his pants.

Jaehyun lets out a small chuckle, then he tears the towel from your body in one rough yank.

One of his hands grabs your breast immediately, and he latches his mouth to your other nipple, flicking at the bud and earning a pleasured whimper from deep inside of you.

You sink your teeth into your lower lip, brows furrowing as your body gets used to the stimulation.

He’d eaten you out on Monday- but now it’s Friday, and your body has gone far too long without a release, making it extra sensitive.

When Jaehyun’s kisses trail down your tummy and he gets onto his knees, lifting one of your legs to place over his shoulder, it feels like the first time all over again.

Your hands grab at Jaehyun’s fluffy hair and he presses his mouth against you, tongue lapping at your folds. You can tell by the way he’s eating you out that he’s as intent to give you pleasure as he had been on Monday, and you brace yourself for the release that inevitably comes.

Jaehyun’s lips suction around your clit as your orgasm pulses through you, and you tug at his hair but he’s unrelenting, working you through your high until you can hardly stand on your one, quivering leg-

He relents, but only to hook his hand behind your knee, cupping under your thigh- and pull!

Which causes you to tumble to the floor and land right in his lap, knees hitting the soft, white, faux fur carpet below.

Your boyfriend kisses you roughly, fingers threading through your hair, applying a bit of pain to your scalp while his teeth sink into your lower lip and his other hand applies pressure to your hip, urging you to grind against him.

You reach for Jaehyun’s shoulders, using him as an anchor while you begin to move, rubbing your sensitive pussy against his cock, which is still confined by fabric.

“Jae-” you whine out in desperation, grabbing at the waistband of his sweatpants again- but this time, Jaehyun follows through with your wordless command, flipping you both abruptly so you land on your back with him on top. In this position, it’s much easier for you to shove his pants down, and a moment later, his cock is springing free of it’s confinements.

You grab his length, and Jaehyun’s hips rut forward, pushing himself into your hand while he kisses you, a groan leaving his lips.

Directing Jaehyun to your entrance is easy, you’ve been doing it for years, and in one fluid motion, your boyfriend thrusts into you.

It’s been ages since you had Jaehyun’s cock fitting snugly inside of you, and you grab his shoulder tightly, wrapping your legs around his waist in an effort to keep him buried to the hilt while your pussy flutters around him, adjusting to his familiar size.

“Fuck-” he groans, moving his lips to your neck, “have you always been this fucking tight?”

You whine at his words, nails digging into his shoulders with the pleasure they induce.

“And small-” Jaehyun thrusts into you harder, his hand finding your throat. “You really have no fight in you today, do you, princess?” He nips at your ear, applying pressure to your neck that has your whole body tingling with pleasure.

You manage to shake your head at his question, teeth sinking into your lower lip again to muffle your whimpers of ecstasy. Putting up a bit of a hard front, being a brat, can have it’s rewards, but today, you just want Jaehyun, and there’s no room for teasing.

“Look at you,” Jaehyun lets out a laugh followed by a groan, his hand hiking your leg higher on his hip so he can fuck you even deeper, “all pretty and fucked out.”

Your toes curl, back arching off the fluffy carpet, and Jaehyun’s grip on your neck tightens, keeping the back of your skull on the ground even as your body contorts in an effort to get more pleasure- or escape the delightfully brutal overstimulation you know is just around the corner, you’re not sure.

“Jae!” you gasp, trying to warn him-

“I know sweetheart,” he says lovingly, and suddenly soft lips are pressing against your own, “cum for me.”

Your orgasm tears through you, and Jaehyun’s large form keeps you pinned to the ground, unable to do anything but moan as he continues to fuck you, cock twitching before he spills himself deep into your cunt.

“Fuck-” Jaehyun lets out a guttural moan, releasing his grip on your throat in favour of burying his face there. You take a deep breath of air, whimpers leaving you immediately after, and your fingers find Jaehyun’s hair, holding him close while he rides out his high.

When he finally comes to a stop, he simply lays on top of you for a few seconds, and you’re enthralled by the powerful beating of his heart, which you can feel through your own breast. Your fingers continue to pet his hair, and Jaehyun’s breaths are hot against the column of your throat.

He pulls away, and you open your eyes, blinking up at the beautiful man who had rolled into your life over three years ago and flipped your entire world upside down.

“You’re so beautiful,” he states, reaching up a hand to brush the back of his fingers across your cheek bone.

You can’t even find it in yourself to speak, but three easy words come to mind, and they leave your lips like a prayer, “i love you”- before you close your eyes and allow yourself to enjoy the closeness of your lover, completely forgetting that tomorrow, you’ll be driving him to the airport for a two weeks trip.

25: Saturday

“You could still come with me,” Jaehyun says when he pulls away from your goodbye kiss at the airport terminal.

“I don’t have a bag, or a ticket,” you sigh, “and besides, we both know what happens when I come with you to training. I stay in the hotel and get bored because none of your teammates bring girlfriends- and you come back after long days, exhausted and just wanting to sleep-”

“Just thought I’d offer,” Jaehyun smiles, pulling you close again by your hips so he can press another chaste kiss on your lips. “You’re going to Yuta’s?”

“In a bit.” You check your watch. “Should let him sleep, and maybe I'll go home and rest too for a while.”

Jaehyun nods, assessing your face with an unreadable expression. Then he says, “Just… let me know what happens with you two.”

You cock a brow at him. “I know Yuta said communication is important, and we probably should have talked about this last night, but- if you don’t want to hear what happens between me and Yuta, if you want to be left out of the fine details for your own sake-”

“No,” Jaehyun cuts you off, “knowing is better.”

“And you’re sure you’re comfortable with-” you trail off.

Your boyfriend lets out a small laugh. “I’m not sure about anything right now. But,” he lets out a deep breath, “a little oral never hurt anyone, right, gorgeous?”

The gasp that leaves your lips draws the attention of Jaehyun’s teammate and long time friend, Jeno, who is waiting patiently for you to say goodbye. And your lover is quick to pull you to his chest when you say his name in a scandalized tone, pressing his lips to yours before you can accidentally say anything that would let any of the people in your immediate vicinity in on the new milestone you’ve just reached.

Had he really just said that?

It had been one thing to discuss polaymory and the notion of your best friend fucking you, but for Jaehyun to just blatantly give you the go ahead on getting eaten out by Yuta?

You’ve been a little conflicted this morning about what your sexual relationship is going to look like while Jaehyun is away- to have him rip off the bandaid for you and give his blessing like this-

You’ve never been more in love with Jaehyun, who you can see is doing his best to make you as happy as you can be, even at his own possible expense.

You still feel a little bad about this whole thing, about needing more than what Jaehyun can give- you’ve assured him it’s not that he’s not enough- it’s his job- and from the way your boyfriend cups your cheek, kissing you like everything is right in the world, you think maybe he truly understands where you’re coming from now.

The jealousy, the inferiority complex- the idea of not being enough… Jaehyun doesn't seem to be affected by those things anymore, and it’s the small push you need to get the ball rolling in your mind.

“I’ll be back in two weeks,” Jaehyun says, letting go of your waist.

“I’ll be here waiting.”

26: Saturday

You arrive at Yuta’s apartment in the afternoon, and your best friend pulls you into a long hug, deep sighs of relief leaving both of your bodies at the familiar contact.

“How was Jae’s?” Yuta asks when he releases you.

“Good,” you say, heading over to collapse on the couch. “Dropping him off at the airport is always hard,” you frown, “but you know how it is.”

“Did you two end up doing your usual ‘Jae is going away’ tradition?” Your best friend joins you on the sofa, leaning back against the corner and stretching his legs out.

You mirror Yuta, putting your legs straight, and he grabs your foot, pulling it into his lap so he can massage the sole. For a moment, you think about sparing Yuta the details, but then you decide he’s probably similar to Jaehyun in the way that he wants to hear about your sexual activities.

Yuta’s always been a supportive friend when it comes to your sex life, and he’d even threatened to knock a guy out in first year of university for not bothering to make you cum when you fucked-

“We did.” You stretch your arms over your head and let out a sigh of relief at how much better you already feel with Yuta’s ‘magic hands’ on your foot.

“Was it good?” Yuta asks, looking down at his task instead of up at you.

“Really good.” You pause, then, “What about you? You’re seeing that girl of yours tonight, aren’t you?”

“That girl of yours,” Yuta repeats with a chuckle, “she’s not mine yet. Not really.” He pushes your feet off his lap and swings his legs off the couch, facing the tv and leaning forward to grab the remote. “But yeah, we have plans for tonight.”

“And? What are you going to do together?” you ask as the screen turns red and big white letters spell out ‘Netflix.’

“A secret.” Yuta smiles slyly, turning on the tv show you’ve been watching together recently.

You groan, “Come on Yuta, you tell me everything.”

He shakes his head at you, laughing, eyes focused on the tv, and you leave it at that.

27: Saturday

Standing next to Yuta in his bathroom while you both get ready for your ‘separate dates’, you wonder when he’s going to give up on the charade.

“Do you think my date will like this one?” he asks, picking up one of his favourite chunky rings and showing it to you.

You can’t help but smile a little at his antics.

This behaviour is kind of cute-

“She’ll love it,” you tell him.

And you do, it’s definitely in your top three of Yuta’s best rings from his collection. You watch him slip the silver band on and run a hand through his hair, which is still a little wet from the shower he’d taken.

Are you still not going to tell me where you’re taking your date?”

“Definitely not,” Yuta grins, “but I can tell you about plans for after the date.”

“Go for it,” you say, thinking he means best friend plans like watching a movie or doing some drunk art together-

But instead, Yuta says, “I’m thinking maybe I'll eat her out.”

You nearly poke your eye out with your mascara, and you need to take a moment to recollect yourself. Then, attempting to be Yuta’s friend and not his date, you ask, “Have you even kissed her yet?”

“No.” The obvious answer. “But,” Yuta continues, “i don’t think she’ll care about that detail so much.”

“And what makes you say that?” you laugh, setting your makeup down so you can turn to look at Yuta directly instead of through the mirror.

“Well,” Yuta faces you, “I have it on good authority from her boyfriend that it’s something she’d be interested in.”

“She has a boyfriend does she?” you tease. “Well aren’t you a little home wrecker.”

Yuta laughs, and you think it’s funny how you can poke fun at this whole situation. Yuta can turn anything into a joke, and it’s one of the things you find so endearing about him.

“I am,” your best friend says confidently. “I’m also nothing if not a man who delivers on the needs of his dates.”

His words send a tingle running up your spine.

You avert your eyes, shaking your head and trying to ignore the way your panties are beginning to stick to your core.

“Well, I should get out of here,” Yuta announces, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek, something he’s been doing for years, and you pull away and scrunch up your face out of habit.

“Hey,” he laughs, tucking his body against your side and wrapping his arms around your waist, “don’t be like that bestie.”

You sigh, once again exasperated with the charade, and Yuta knows it.

He releases you and heads out, you hear the front door to the apartment open and close, then your phone dings.

It’s a message from Yuta that reads, ‘be there in fifteen ;)’

You continue getting ready, taking your time now that you know your best friend is intent on making you wait, and you find yourself continuously going back to what he’d said before leaving.

You realize you should text Jaehyun, and you quickly type out, ‘About to have a date with Yuta. Did you text him today?’

Five minutes pass, and then, ‘I communicated boundaries. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, but have fun ;)’

Your heart swells in your chest, and as you’re about to type a gushy response of adoration, you hear a knock on the front door, so instead, you send, ‘I love you’, and put your phone into your pocket.

When you reach the entryway and let Yuta in, you immediately check him for signs of a present, and he appears to be empty handed.

“What are you looking for, cupcake?” Your best friend grins.

“Flowers, or ice cream-”

“Ice cream?” Yuta looks at you quizzically. “I’ve never given you ice cream.” He pulls you to his chest by your hips and you realize that he’d been in ‘bestie mode’ when he’d shown up with the frozen dessert, and it’s confirmed when Yuta teases, “are you cheating on me? Seeing some other guy who gets you ice cream?”

You groan, pushing at Yuta’s chest, but he doesn’t let up, keeping you exactly where he wants you with hands you always forget are used to pinning girls down while they writhe-

“Yuta, enough with the game,” you sigh.

He plays dumb, “What game?”

You change the subject, “Are we going out for dinner?”

“I’d much rather eat in,” Yuta smiles slyly and your pussy flutters with delight, his words from earlier washing over you again, and you find yourself leaning towards him, intent on capturing his lips with your own- “but, we have a reservation to catch.”

You pull away, groaning.

Had he really just stopped you from having your first kiss with him to tell you he has a reservation?

“Where to?” you ask, exasperated.

“Cactus Corner,” he says smoothly, and your eyes widen. It’s one of your favourite restaurants- high end, expensive, and the wait list is impossible to get onto-

You can’t help but question, “How did you manage to get a reservation?”

Yuta simply grins, “I know a guy.”

28: Saturday

Your date with Yuta has been going well, too well.

He knows all your favourite things, and it’s been compliment after compliment, followed by the magic procurement of another bouquet from ‘Jerry the dude from two doors down’ who is now, apparently, Yuta’s go to gift holder guy-

And now you’re at your favourite restaurant, trying to calm yourself down with cold water in one of the small, single occupancy bathrooms, after Yuta had made a particularly scandalous comment that went straight to your pussy.

You fan your neck, running a hand through your hair and groaning. You can get through this date- maybe you just need to rush it? Maybe you need to get Yuta back to his apartment-

Your phone dings in your pocket, and you pull it out, surprised (but also not surprised?) to find a message from Yuta.

‘Hey bestie’ it reads, ‘I’m on this date and it’s going really well. She went to the bathroom and I think I got ‘follow me and fuck me against the door’ signals… do you think I should follow?’

‘YES’ you fingers betray you before your brain can even comprehend the situation, and you let out a small “fuck!” reaching for more cold water from the sink to pat against your neck.

‘Hmmm maybe not’ comes another text, then, ‘what if we’re wrong about the signals?’

You take a deep breath, giving yourself time to think your response through this time. And then you type, ‘if you don’t come take care of me, I will do it myself asshole.’

There’s a knock at the door nearly immediately, and you can’t believe he’d been texting you from right outside-

You throw the door open, grabbing the front of Yuta’s shirt and dragging him into the bathroom with you.

You’re not sure who moves first, but your lips collide the moment the door closes shut behind him, and it’s intense.

Your hands are everywhere, tearing at each other while your mouths clash, tongues colliding eagerly while Yuta pushes your body back with his own until you hit the sink.

The smell of his cologne, the one he knows you love so much, the one you’d watched him put on not even an hour ago- it washes over your senses, and you can’t believe you’re kissing your best friend.

Yuta lifts you onto the sink, slipping between your legs and forcing your dress up, exposing more of your thighs to one of his hands. He grabs at your flesh, chunky rings cold against your hot skin.

“Out of respect for Jae,” Yuta says when he tears his lips from yours to attack your neck, “i’m only going to eat you out.”

“And what about respect for me?” you groan, fingers threading in Yuta’s hair while he quickly works his way down your body.

Yuta scoffs, getting onto the floor, “You want my cock, pretty girl, don’t pretend that if Jae wasn’t part of the equation,” he pushes your dress up roughly, then meets your eyes, “you wouldn’t want me bending you over this sink and fucking railing you.”

Your best friend doesn’t even bother for a response, and he doesn't need one, he knows you well enough to know he’s right, and when he drags your panties to the side, too eager to fully remove them, your wetness confirms how needy you are for him.

He drags you close to the edge of the sink, positioning your legs over his shoulders before all but diving into your heat.

His tongue is quick, pressing fast licks against your entrance that repeatedly stimulate your clit. You whimper, fingers tightening in his hair-

Yuta is all about teasing, and he’s been teasing you since before you even came on this date, so when your orgasm builds in your tummy at a record speed, you’re not even that surprised.

“Yuta-” you moan, about to fall over the edge- and that’s when he pulls his mouth away from your core.

Your eyes flash open in distress, but then your best friend is kissing you. Two of his ring clad fingers enter your wet pussy, the metallic intrusion delighting your senses while his digits curl up, hitting a spot that brings your orgasm crashing into you. Yuta’s mouth muffles your moans, and your nails claw at his blazer while he finger fucks you through your high.

Then, when he feels you’re done, Yuta removes his digits. He steps away from you, and you watch through hooded eyes as he licks himself, and his jewelry, clean of any remnants of your orgasm.

“You should head back out before the waitress thinks we dined and dashed.” Yuta says, pulling you off of the sink and onto shaky legs.

“And you?”

“I’ll be out in a sec,” he says, pressing a kiss to your lips, “now go.” He pats your ass and it prompts you to follow through, heading back out to the table.

Your dinner is only half finished, but you don’t have much of an appetite for it anymore. Instead, you sip the expensive wine Yuta had suggested, and you try not to think about the fact that in the bathrooms, your best friend is probably cumming to the memory of what you’d both just done.

29: Sunday

“You dirty hoe!” Jungwoo laughs, grinning and scandalized. He gently smacks your shoulder while the two of you walk through the semi deserted Ikea.

“Ya!” Taeil groans from behind you, and you make a mental note to at least attempt to lower your voice while you discuss your increasingly interesting sex life with two of the most unlikely men in your friend group, who, oddly enough, you call best friends.

“He just ate you out in the bathroom!?” Jungwoo reiterates, jaw still dropped.

You nod.“And after, we just went home. He pretended to drop me off as ‘date Yuta’, did the whole ‘can I kiss you at your door’ thing, and then showed up again five minutes later as ‘bestie Yuta’.”

Taeil shakes his head, and he’s already voiced how crazy he thinks the whole ‘Yuta alter ego’ thing is.

“And then?” Jungwoo prompts, eager to find out any more juicy gossip.

“We just watched movies and went to sleep. But, this morning when I told him I'd be out with you guys today, he got really mopey.”

You grin at the memory of a sleepy Yuta doing horrible aegyo at you in an attempt to convince you to ditch your friends.

But he’d relented, releasing you from the cuddly grip he’d had on you and allowing you to leave after you’d reminded him that even Jaehyun is never able to convince you to skip on ‘TaeWoo days’- although Yuta had argued with you (for the billionth time) about calling them ‘TaeWoo days’ when Taeyong wouldn’t even be there- and you’d had to remind him (for the billionth time) that Taeyong does not own a monopoly on the use of ‘Tae’ in pairing names.

“So now that you two-” Jungwoo lowers his voice as you pass a couple looking at shower curtains, “you know, eat, are you going to… tango?”

You laugh at your friend’s attempt to come up with euphemisms. “Honestly?” you sigh, “I think we’re working off of what Jaehyun is comfortable with, and he made it clear he’s okay with oral-”

“Ya!” Taeil bumps you with his shoulder, directing you to turn off the increasingly populated main Ikea walk path and head into a small apartment set where it’s more secluded. Then Taeil asks, “oral on you or oral on both?”

“Taeil!” you and Jungwoo both laugh in shock. You know Taeil pretends to not be interested in your ‘exploits’, but it’s extremely rare that he asks such direct questions.

“You just said oral!” Jungwoo snickers loudly, and Taeil gives him a small smack to remind the younger man to keep his voice down.

The couple you’d passed earlier is walking by, and they’re definitely giving the three of you weird looks now.

“We’re talking about oral hygiene!” Taeil says, giving Jungwoo a look that says ‘i will kill you.’

“I’m not too sure actually,” you admit. “I should probably um- message Jae about that.”

“This has to be a fever dream.” Jungwoo shakes his head, grinning like a mad man. “Never in a million years had I thought I'd see the day where Jaehyun lets someone else eat and maybe even tango with his girlfriend.”

Taeil sighs, and then he says simply, “Love changes you.”

30: Sunday

“Text from Jae?” Yuta asks, pausing the movie after you’ve looked at your phone five times in the past minute.

“Yeah,” you sigh, putting your cell down to focus on your best friend, “he’s going to bed for an early morning training thing, and he says he wishes he was here instead.”

Your best friend turns to look at you, arm finding the back of the couch. “Here with us, or here with you?”

“Us,” you respond. “I know things are up in the air right now, and it’s my fault, but you two are friends. We used to do movie nights before I decided to throw a wrench at Jae-”

“Stop beating yourself up about that,” Yuta says harshly. “No self depreciation on this couch.”

“I just- I miss when it was the three of us, you know?”

“It still is the three of us,” Yuta points out. “Unless you decide to let your freak flag completely fly and invite someone like Jungwoo in on the fun-”

“You know I would never-” you cut yourself off with a sigh. “I’m not a polyamory person Yuta, not in the full sense. This isn’t something I ever imagined for myself- but it just feels-”

“Right.” Your best friend fills in the blank for you.

“And it has to do with the circumstances of it all.”

Yuta nods. “Well, maybe when Jae gets back, the three of us can do something together.”

The grin on the dark haired man’s face betrays his sexual insinuation and you laugh, kicking at him with the foot that’s been resting by his thigh.

“Jae said no threesomes,” you remind him.

“It was a gut wrench reaction,” Yuta waves a hand, “something tells me his boundaries will be changing over the next little while, which is why, I think, it’s so up in the air for both of us.”

“How do you mean?” You cock your head.

“Well,” Yuta sighs, leaning back against the cushions, “I think it’s pretty clear we have sexual chemistry, but we both are waiting on Jaehyun to give the green light for next steps. Like I said yesterday, I wouldn’t fuck you, out of respect for Jaehyun. I’s not because I don’t respect you, you know that. And it’s not because I don’t want to fuck you, or i thought you didn’t want me- it’s all Jaehyun. Which, again, I’m not saying is wrong- change takes time, and this is a big change for him… whereas, for us,” he turns to look you directly in the eyes, “I don’t think there’s actually as big of a difference in how we’re acting as you thought there might be initially.”

You take a few moments to consider his words, and when you don’t respond, Yuta continues, “Like, how different is this really?” he asks, shifting so he’s sideways now. His hands grab at your calves, pulling you down the couch towards him. “We’ve been cuddling for years, holding hands for years, saying ‘I love you’ for years-” you allow him to pull you into his lap. “I always meant it, and I think you did too, it just maybe took a push for you to realize the extent-”

He’s right, as he always is with you. Because Yuta knows you better than anyone else in the whole world- well, maybe aside from Jaehyun, but they know you in different ways. They see different sides of you, bring out different versions- and you always feel the most complete when you’re with them both.

“Yuta?”

“Yes, pretty girl?” His hands settle on your hips now that you’re perfectly straddling his lap, and he looks up at you with eyes full of adoration.

“No more ‘bestie’ versus ‘date’ Yuta. I just want you.”

“I thought you might like the role play,” Yuta teases, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your throat before toying his nose up to your jaw.

“Maybe another day,” you confess, grabbing Yuta’s face and planting your lips on his own.

Your best friend smiles into the kiss, hands pulling your waist closer while he leans up, running his tongue across your mouth to ask for entry.

“I have to admit,” Yuta says, grabbing your jaw and tilting your face to the side so he can move back to your throat, “now that I’ve made you cum once, I don’t think you’re going to be able to get me to stop- I want to make you cum every fucking day-”

You groan at his words, shifting in his lap. Your core drags against his hardening length, which is pushing up against his sweatpants now.

“Should I stop?” Yuta asks, one hand slipping under your shirt to touch your bare waist. “Or can I make this day number two of my mission to have you completely satisfied over Jaehyun’s fourteen day absence?”

Tangling your fingers in Yuta’s hair, you nod. “Please do.”

“But not here,” the man below you pulls away from your throat, “the bedroom.”

“Yours or mine?”

Yuta laughs.

“Do you know,” he asks, tone dipping as his hands find your waist, “how fucking good it feels,” he drags you against his cock, still confined by sweatpants, “for you to call my spare bedroom yours?”

You kiss him as a response, and a moment later Yuta is standing, holding you close and carrying you to the bedrooms, not once breaking the contact of your mouth on his.

The man from Japan tosses you down, and you’re engulfed by the familiar dark sheets and smell of his woodsy cologne that always seems to linger on his pillows.

“Shorts off,” Yuta says to you, from where he’s standing at the foot of the bed.

“Rings on,” you counter, causing Yuta to stop his obvious intent to remove the jewelry.

He looks up from his hands, allowing them to fall to his sides, and then he gets on the bed, watching you with hungry eyes while you wiggle free of your shorts.

As soon as you’re bare from the waist down, Yuta all but throws his body between your legs, bouncing slightly from the sudden contact of his chest on the springy mattress. His hands grab your legs and he drags your core to his mouth, wasting no time diving into you with his tongue.

Your fingers thread through his hair, and you arch your back, a groan of pleasure leaving your lips when his tongue flicks at your clit.

One of his digits enters your core, and the feeling of the simple, cold, silver ring just under his knuckle, has you tugging his hair harder, tingles of pleasure running through you.

Your best friend is quick to add a second digit, and he varies his movements, sucking and licking at your clit while his fingers curl, thrust and scissor, leaving you guessing at what’s coming next.

You’re just about to cum when Yuta pulls his mouth away from your core. Your eyes snap open, meeting Yuta’s, and he grins, “Should we send some pictures of this to Jae?” he teases, thrusting his fingers into you harder and curling up, earning a pleasured gasp from your lips. “I know he doesn’t want threesomes just yet, but, I mean-” Yuta presses a sloppy kiss to your inner thigh, teeth teasing your briefly, “we should think about your boyfriend’s feelings, shouldn’t we? Gotta send him some pictures so he can have fun too, otherwise he’s left out-”

“Yuta!” you whine loudly, a rush of endorphins rushing through you at his words. You feel more alive than ever, with shame and curiosity both bubbling to the surface as your orgasm threatens to wash over you-

“You’re right,” Yuta’s teeth nip at your flesh harder this time, and you jolt, toes curling, “no Jae, this orgasm is mine.”

His lips wrap around your clit and he sucks it into his mouth roughly, tearing your orgasm out of you while pleasure erupts all over your body. Your head falls back into Yuta’s pillows, and you frantically wiggle your lower body in an attempt to get away from your best friend’s mouth- but he holds you down firmly with two hands on your hips, tongue lapping you for all you have- until your legs are shaking and you feel tears in your eyes.

Only then, does Yuta take his mouth from your core, but his fingers continue moving inside of you, gently thrusting and slowing down gradually. You can feel his intense gaze on you, but you can’t bring yourself to open your eyes, body still shuddering with aftershocks of your high.

Yuta removes his fingers from you, and a few seconds later, he collapses onto the bed. You curl into his side instinctually, and he simply holds you, petting your head while you come back to Earth from Cloud 9.

“You okay?” he chuckles, when you finally open your eyes and pull away from his chest to look up at him.

“Are you?” you counter, starting to look down to see if Yuta’s still rock hard- only for him to grab your chin, forcing your gaze back up.

“Don’t look down.”

Realization dawns on you, and you let out a small laugh, throwing your arms around Yuta’s neck so you can move closer to him. “Did you cum in your pants, bestie?”

The man, who’d just given you one of the best orgasms of your life, groans loudly.

“You know,” you tiptoe your fingers across his collarbone, “it’s kind of hot that you came just from watching me cum.”

“Is it?” Yuta asks, voice husky.

“Uh huh.” You press a kiss to the underside of his jaw. “Stop acting like such a prideful dom, where’s my switchy boy who lets girls choke him out and ride him till he’s weak?”

You’d never thought, in a thousand years, that you’d be using your intimate knowledge of Yuta’s sex life, which he’d told you in confidence, in a situation like this. But you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been going over all your knowledge of Yuta’s sex life in the past few days, thinking through the kinks he’s mentioned, and considering them-

“You’re such a tease,” Yuta groans, “you know that?”

“I learned from the best,” you laugh, nuzzling your face against your friend’s chest and letting out a sigh of relief. “I should call Jaehyun tomorrow, to talk more about boundaries.”

“Oh yeah?” Yuta’s hand rubs up and down your back, playing with the fabric of the old band T adorning your body. He’d wanted to take it off, but the only go ahead he’d been given was for oral, and although he thinks tittie sucking is probably on the list of things he’s allowed to do- he definitely doesn’t want to step on any toes.

You nod softly against his chest. “I’m thinking, what about mutual masterbation as a next step? Or maybe blowies?”

Yuta lets out a low groan, closing his eyes and pushing his head back into the pillows.

“Is that a yes?” you laugh, beginning to toy with the fabric covering his shoulder.

“It’s a, keep talking like that, and i might be forced to kidnap you and take you to Japan where I can have you all to myself.”

He’s only half joking.

31: Monday

Jae has an hour-long break around noon, and he spends it on the phone with you.

You’d texted to let him know you and Yuta had taken things to the next level, and he’d been very clear in his response that he wanted to discuss it with you on call. So, thirty minutes into your conversation, when Jaehyun says, “tell me about you and Yuta?” you’re more than ready to share.

You lean back against your pillows, thankful that Yuta is out of the apartment, giving you the ability to talk about him without fear of him overhearing.

“He’s eaten me out twice, but that’s all that’s happened,” you tell Jaehyun.

There’s a contemplative “hmmm,” then, “did you enjoy it, my needy little minx?”

You let out a tiny groan at his tone, which has dipped, and your sub tendencies rise to the surface, reacting to Jaehyun’s dom voice. “Yes, sir.”

“So it’s sir today, huh?” your boyfriend chuckles, and you hear him adjust his phone. “He must have made you cum real good for you to be obedient like this.”

It’s common knowledge in your relationship with Jaehyun that the more worship you’re given, the more submissive you become.

In fact, sometimes, you and Jaehyun will purposefully tease each other, being in the same apartment for a whole day, dressed provocatively- just to see who breaks first-

Spoiler, it’s almost always you- and Jaehyun loves your bratty switchiness just as much as he loves you obediently sitting on your knees for him like the good girl that you sometimes are.

“You could-” you bite at your lower lip, changing your approach. “Yuta can send you pictures if you want.”

The other end of the line is quiet for a moment, then, “pictures of what, exactly, baby?”

You can’t believe he’s initiating phone sex about this- and you think you should add this to your ever growing list of things you’d never thought would happen.

“Pictures of me, spread open and needy-”

“Did you think about me while you were with him?”

You make a small sound of affirmation, and Jaehyun chuckles in response.

“Use your words for me, princess,” your dominant lover reminds you.

“Yes, sir,” you spread your legs, hand slipping between them to find your core, “I thought about you a lot during it- didn’t want to do anything you wouldn’t want me to.”

“Well,” you hear him swallow thickly, “how about you tell me what you wanted from him, and I’ll tell you what I think?”

A whine leaves your lips before you can stop it, and again, Jaehyun laughs at you.

“Are you touching yourself, gorgeous?”

“Yes, sir.” You don’t see a point in lying to Jaehyun, not anymore, not after everything you’ve been through- honesty really is the best policy with your longtime lover.

“Of course you are,” the degrading tone has you slipping your hand past your panty line, fingers finding your wet folds- “So tell me, princess, tell me all your dirty little secrets.”

“I want-” you let out another whimper when you push your fingers into your heat, body dissatisfied with the size of your digits. “I think i want to suck him off- he’s been so good making me cum, and i haven’t returned the favour-”

“It’s only fair,” comes Jaehyun’s smooth response.

Your pussy flutters around your fingers at his words, prompting you to continue, “and I- I think I want to try shibari.”

You and Jaehyun had explored Japanese rope bondage two years ago, and while Yuta had been more than willing to give you as much of a rundown as he could by sending you info and even porn videos to watch- it hadn’t turned out fabulously, and the tying of knots had been a painfully long process that Jaehyun simply doesn’t have the patience for-

You’ve always wondered what it would be like to be with someone who actually enjoyed taking their time with the intricacies of certain parts of bdsm.

“Bet you want to try some of Yuta’s toys too, huh?” There’s no judgement in his tone this time, and your hips buckle against your hand.

“Yes, sir,” you confirm, pulling your fingers from your core to rub your clit.

“Then my baby should have what she wants, shouldn’t she?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Are you close, gorgeous?”

“Yes, sir,” you say, getting increasingly whiney as your orgasm approaches.

“Then cum for me.”

And you do.

32: Monday

Yuta arrives home in the late afternoon, and you’re eager to tell him about your phone call with Jaehyun.

You bound over to your best friend, who puts a bouquet of flowers onto the floor, freeing him up to wrap his arms around you and lift you up, spinning you in a warm greeting.

“Someone looks happy,” he muses when he sets you down.

“I have news!” you tell him.

“And I have flowers,” he counters, bending over to pick them up before presenting them to you.

“Do you ever pay for these? Or are you trying to run Doyoung and Taeyong out of business?” you laugh when you notice the familiar bow, yet again, that’s wrapped around the bouquet.

“That’s for me to know, and for you to-” he trails off. “What’s your news?”

“I talked to Jaehyun!” you explain, setting the bouquet down in the kitchen before grabbing Yuta’s hand to drag him to the couch.

“You did, did you?”

“Uh huh!” You straddle Yuta the moment he’s seated, and he looks up at you with a cocked brown. “We talked about boundaries-”

“Great,” Yuta says, hands finding your hips, “tell me all about Jae’s precious boundaries.”

“Hey! Be nice!” You poke at his chest, and Yuta is quick to swat your hand away before cupping your face and pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“I am nice, and I respect him, but he’s not my dom, so forgive me if I’m not enthusiastic at having his boundaries imposed on me.”

“Aren’t you a switch?” you tease, purposefully pushing your friend’s buttons. “You won’t sub for Jae?”

The man below you groans. “I only sub for exceptionally beautiful women,” he reminds you, “but tell me,” he leans forward and presses a kiss to your collarbone before working his way up your neck, “what are these new boundaries.”

“They’re pretty simple,” you toy.

“Tell me.” His fingers dig into your hips, prompting you to grind down against him.

“The only thing Jaehyun still says no to is vaginal penetration with your cock-”

“Are you sure there wasn’t a less scientific way for you to say that?” Yuta chuckles against your throat, one hand coming to cup your face as his kisses make their way to your jaw.

“You can fuck me with toys,” you grind down against him, “you can fuck my face,” you roll your hips again and Yuta groans against your skin, “you can tie me up-”

“But no Yuta cock in Y/N pussy,” he clarifies, tearing away from your throat so he can look you in the eyes.

“No Yuta cock in Y/N pussy,” you confirm, giggling at the way he’s phrased it.

“And your ass?” His hand suddenly lands on your left butt cheek and you let out a groan of pained pleasure from the sting it leaves.

“No Yuta cock in ass, just mouth,” you say, trying to be as direct as possible.

“One last question.” His fingers tangle in your hair and he pulls your head back roughly, forcing you to arch your neck, exposing your throat to him.

“Yes?” you breathe, helpless as Yuta presses a wet kiss to your thrumming jugular.

“What kinky shit do you want to do first?”

33: Wednesday

It’s been five days since Jaehyun left, if you include Saturday, which he does, since he only got to spend an hour of it with you in the morning. And Jaehyun is definitely missing you.

The phone sex had been enough to satiate him, and he’d cum harder this time than any other time you’ve called him while on training for a bit of fun.

The notion of Yuta eating you out had been a hard one to wrap his head around at first, but once Jaehyun had gotten the ball rolling, things have been coming easier to him.

He’s almost eager to hear what you’ve been up to now, spending most of his day wondering when you’ll call to give him a brief update.

On Monday night, not six hours after he’d given you permission to pretty much go hard with Yuta, you’d texted him that you’d tried handcuffs for the first time in a while. The mere thought of you, cuffed to a bed, had made Jaehyun’s cock twitch, but when you’d sent another message, explaining how you wanted to try them with him once he was home- he’d been forced to go have a shower to relieve himself.

Tuesday had been uneventful, but when Jaehyun woke this morning, he’d been greeted by a text informing him that Yuta had insisted on making you cum before sleeping last night, wanting to keep his ‘winning streak’ even if you were too tired for anything else.

It’s nearly dinner time, and Jaehyun is just about to head out with a few of his teammates to walk to a restaurant, when he gets a notification from Yuta on snapchat.

The fact that it’s an image is enough to tip Jaehyun off.

He excuses himself from his friends and the dinner plan, insisting to a very sad looking Jeno that he needs to make a call, and might still be able to meet at the restaurant later.

Once in the safety of his hotel room, Jaehyun opens the snapchat.

His eyes scan a message from Yuta on the bottom of the image that reads, ‘thought you’d appreciate this’ before raising to assess possibly the sexiest image he’s ever seen in his life.

You’re tied up in so many criss-crossing black ropes that Jaehyun can’t even imagine how long it took to achieve the set up.

You’re kneeling on the ground, legs spread with a bar, and Jaehyun notices a vibrator between your legs. He focuses on it for a while, thankful Yuta set the timer on the snapchat to be infinite, giving your lover all the time in the world to look at the image.

Then his eyes move to your arms, which are raised above your head- Jaehyun’s always known the hooks in Yuta’s bedroom ceiling are used for sex, but it’s another to see them in action.

What strikes Jaehyun most about the set up, is that you have a blind fold on- he usually enjoys looking at your pretty face when you cum.

He clicks out of the image, thumbs rapidly typing, ‘video’.

A moment later, Yuta’s avatar pops onto the screen, and then a message, ‘two minutes’.

Jaehyun adjusts to be laying on his bed while he’s waiting, pushing his pants down enough to release his cock, which smacks up against his abdomen, head already flushed with colour and glistening with the first beads of precum.

He quickly spits into his hand, having no time for other lube, and wraps his fist around his length. A video pops up in the chat a second later, Jaehyun’s thumb hitting it aggressively.

“How does that feel?” Yuta’s voice makes Jaehyun’s motions on his cock falter, but he can’t tear his eyes away from his screen, watching his friend bring the camera closer to your body.

“Good-” you whimper, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth-

Jaehyun’s missed you so much it hurts- and even more blood rushes to his cock. He applies pressure to his length, moving his fist up and down harder, squeezing-

“How many times have you cum already, cupcake?” Yuta’s condescending tone brings mixed feelings to Jaehyun, as well as the pet name that Yuta’s been using on you for years.

“F- four,” you stutter, and Jaehyun nearly drops his phone.

“And all from that vibrator between your legs, huh?”

You nod weakly, and Yuta moves the camera even closer to your tied up form. Jaehyun can see your thighs quivering now, and he lets out an animalistic groan from deep in his chest, hips pushing his cock up into his hand-

“Bet you wish Jae was here.”

Yuta’s words cause an immediate reaction from you and Jaehyun, and you both cum, your lover's eyes focused on his screen, where he watches the familiar way your orgasm washes over your body. Your legs tremble, your head gets thrown back-

Jaehyun closes his eyes, slamming his phone down in favour of grabbing the bed sheets, his high slamming into him like a ton of bricks, and all from a short video of Yuta absolutely wrecking you, while not even touching you.

34: Saturday

It’s been three days since Yuta had sent Jaehyun a snapchat of you tied up, helpless, and cumming uncontrollably on a vibrator.

And it’s been three days of Yuta continuing to send clips of you to Jaehyun, who has gotten more and more involved- he’d even facetimed Yuta last night, the two of them talking about the shibari knots keeping you confined while you sat there, tied up, and quivering (yet again), with the trusty vibrator between your legs.

“I can’t believe he’s only been gone a week!” you whine, coming out of your room after having had a nap, only to collapse onto the couch.

Yuta watches you with amusement from where he’s stationed at the microwave, waiting for his popcorn to pop to fruition, and he runs a hand through his recently bleached hair, pushing the snow white strands from where they’d been falling into his eyes.

“You’ll get through it,” he assures you. But he pulls out his phone all the same, sending a quick text to the person who has been dominating the top spot on Yuta’s snapchat friend list for the past few days.

‘You busy?’ he sends, ‘she’s missing you, we could facetime before we head to the housewarming party tonight’

A few of your younger friends, Yang Yang, Xioujun and Hendery, have just moved into a new house, paying for it through their newfound internet fame that Haechan had guided them into.

While there’d been some discussion about planning the house warming party on a day where Jeno and Jaehyun would be in town, today had been the day with the most people available, and the three tiktokers had made an entire ‘you snooze, you lose’ video, annoying Jeno about it, before he left for training.

A few minutes later, Yuta gets a response from Jaehyun that reads, ‘don’t tell y/n, but Jeno and I came back early from training. I’ll be at your apartment in ten minutes.’

Your best friend looks at the message, and then raises his gaze to you. “You know what would make you feel better?” he asks. “A shower. Go have a nice long shower before we have to get ready for the party.”

You groan but stand, knowing he’s right, and within five minutes, you’re under the steady stream of water.

You wash your hair, closing your eyes and allowing the ‘natural healing properties of H2O’, as Jungwoo would say, to rejuvenate you.

Your back is to the clear, glass, shower door, and you feel the humid air change in the enclosed space, signalling the door has opened.

A body presses against yours, and the distinct feeling of a hard cock poking at your back makes you groan, “Yuta, we can't-”

“Good to see my kitten is diligently following her rules.”

It’s Jaehyun’s voice, and your entire body jolts with excitement.

You turn around quickly, throwing your arms around the back of his neck to kiss him with enough force to make him falter, but he adjusts quickly.

The athlete forces you backwards until you’re pinned between him and the wall, and then his hand is reaching down, lifting your thigh to rest on his hip. You grab at Jaehyun’s cock eagerly, one hand lining him up with your entrance while the other wraps around his body, palm flat on the small of his back, and you pull him to you, forcing his cock into you.

You groan into each other’s mouths, your hands finding his shoulders to grab onto while he begins to thrust into you. Each snap of his hips has you seeing stars-

Although you and Yuta have been playing around with different things for a week, he’s had a preference for making you cum with his mouth, fingers, and vibrator instead of any dildos he might be hiding in the kinky toy box in his closet, so having something as big as Jaehyun to stretch you out- you know you won’t last long.

Your boyfriend moves his lips to your neck, and you grab a fistful of his hair with one hand, finally able to say, now that your mouth is freed up, “you’re home!”

“Had to come home early,” Jaehyun groans against the column of your throat, “missed you too much.”

You moan- only to sink your teeth into your bottom lip, trying to muffle the sound, and Jaehyun notices.

“You don’t want to be loud for me, gorgeous?” he teases. “Don’t want your bestie outside to hear me ruining you?”

A small whimper leaves your lips and Jaehyun laughs, smiling against your neck, placing one last kiss there before bringing his face back to yours.

His hand cups your cheek, and he keeps you an inch away from his lips, unable to do anything but listen as he says, “You want to fuck him that bad, huh?”

You mewl when he thrusts into you even harder.

“Thinking about him while I’m inside of you?”

You know Jaehyun is just toying with you, you can hear it in his voice, but it doesn’t stop your tummy from fluttering with butterflies at how sinful this all is.

“Look at you,” Jaehyun clicks his tongue, “squeezing me at the thought of having him too.”

Jaehyun grabs yout second leg, the one you’re standing on, and he lifts it abruptly, lifting you effortlessly off the tiled floor and pressing you into the wall.

The slight change in position allows him even more control, and you bury your face in his neck, kissing him between your moans of pleasure while he focuses on working you both to the edge with the mad snapping of his hips.

You clench your eyes shut when your core clamps down on Jaehyun, and a loud groan leaves his chest in response, his thrusts becoming sporadic as his own orgasm slams into him only seconds after your own.

He continues to hold you even after he’s finished, keeping his cock inside you while you both catch your breaths. Then he sets you down, making sure you can stand, but keeping his hands on your waist just in case.

“I love you,” he says simply.

You smile up at him, “I love you too.”

35: Saturday

The housewarming party feels very much like you’ve been transported back to the frat house from years ago, and you should have guessed that a home belonging to Hendery, Xiaojun and Yang Yang would be like this.

There’s enough alcohol to poison an entire kingdom, spread throughout the various rooms- and within an hour, Jungwoo is laying on a table, yelling at a lime holding, anxious looking Taeil to “be a man and lick my treasure trail!” before pouring way too much of what looks to be tequila into his belly button-

Hendery runs by you with a tattoo gun, and you get whiplash, realizing from the stripe of neon tape around it’s base that it’s the same one Kun supposedly confiscated in fourth year after months of pledges showing up with random, horrible, tattoos-

A familiar yell draws your eyes to Haechan, who, as usual, has a very angry looking Doyoung by the collar of his shirt-

“I wonder, if we get Mark drunk enough, would he start calling you Mommy Jae?” Yuta’s voice in your ear makes you laugh, and you turn to see your friend standing next to you.

While you’d arrived with both Yuta and Jaehyun, the three of you had since separated to intermingle, and it’s nice to have at least one of them back at your side.

“He only called me Mommy Jae one time,” you remind your friend, “and that’s because you’d literally gotten him drunk, like you plan to do now, with the express purpose of coercing him into it, so you could get it on camera-”

“Details, details,” Yuta waves a hand dismissively. “Wanna dance?”

You sigh, smiling softly at the man who always knows exactly what to do to make you happy. Then you allow him to grab your hand, leading you to the makeshift dance floor in the middle of the living room.

When you’d arrived, the house had mostly been full of people you knew, ex frat boys and their girlfriends. But as the night has continued, more and more random people have shown up-

You’re pretty sure Yang Yang has had something to do with it, because you’d seen him stationed by the door, welcoming pretty girls into the house with a massive smile.

The good thing about there being more people, however, is that you can dance in the small crowd without feeling like everyone you know is watching you.

While you think it’s become clear to all your close friends that you, Jaehyun and Yuta have an understanding, you’d caught Johnny watching you with Yuta earlier, and you’d been reminded of what Jaehyun said about Haechan and a murder plot-

It feels nice when Yuta pulls you to his chest, moving to the music. You’ve had years of experience dancing together, at clubs, at frats- and you know each other’s bodies better than practically anyone-

This time, when Jaehyun shows up behind you, as he had earlier in the shower, you know it’s him immediately, if not from his form, then from the way he grabs your waist, pushing you closer to Yuta’s chest until you’re practically sandwiched between their larger forms.

Your boyfriend’s lips find your neck, and you tilt your head, keeping one hand on Yuta’s shoulder while you reach behind you, grasping at Jaehyun’s hair. Your boyfriend responds by rubbing himself harder against your ass, fingers flexing at your waist-

It feels so good to be between Yuta and Jaehyun- and when Yuta’s leg pushes between your own-

“We should go to the bathroom,” Jaehyun says, loud enough for both you and Yuta to hear him, and your heart leaps in your chest.

The two men on either side of you jump into action, and you find yourself being dragged back out of the crowd and up a flight of stairs to the second floor.

“Where’s the bathroom?” Yuta asks Jaehyun. “You got a tour when we got here, right?”

A very drunk Xiaojun had greeted you when you’d all arrived, and he’d been enthusiastic to show off the house- but Yuta had immediately dipped with you in tow, and Jaehyun had been left to humour the younger man who’d invited the three of you into his home.

“Uh, yeah-” Jaehyun heads down a hall-

Yuta stops abruptly, causing you and Jaehyun to pause too.

Your best friend is staring at a painting on the wall, his mouth open-

“Wait-” You furrow your brows. “Isn’t that one of yours?”

Hanging on the wall is one of Yuta’s pieces from ‘Sex in Motion.’

“Uh huh.” Yuta looks shocked, eyes fixed on the painting.

“And-” you study his face, “I’m guessing- I'm guessing you didn’t gift this one to Yang Yang, Hendery or Xiaojun?”

“No.” Yuta shakes his head. “This one, I gave to Doyoung.”

“I think Xiaojun said Hendery bought this?” Jaehyun says with confusion. “I noticed it on the house tour-”

Yuta blinks. “I can’t fucking believe Doyoung gave it away-”

“To be fair,” you remind your best friend, with a soft touch to his arm, “you only gave Doyoung one of your paintings because you knew he hated them.”

Yuta’s voice raises, “That doesn’t mean he can just give it away to Hendery! Hendery doesn’t appreciate art!”

“Then let's go to Hendery’s room,” you suggest, not wanting to lose whatever momentum is pushing the three of you to find a secluded space, and knowing Yuta will take your bait like a hungry little shark-

“Good idea.” Yuta turns to Jaehyun. “Where is it?”

Your boyfriend is quick to answer, “End of the hall, on the left, closed door.”

Your trio makes your way to the destination, pushing into Hendery’s room.

The moment you’re inside with the lock on the door clicked into place, Jaehyun is pulling you in for a kiss while Yuta’s body moulds against your back, his lips finding your neck.

It’s a change up from the dynamic downstairs, but you don’t mind, lacing your fingers in your boyfriend’s hair as he kisses you deeper.

You feel yourself moving, corralled by two bodies, in the direction of the bed-

“Okay,” Yuta says suddenly, and then he’s gone from behind you, causing both you and Jaehyun to falter- “what the fuck is this!”

You open your eyes, breaking your kiss to look at Yuta, following his gaze to the wall above Hendery’s bed, where, low and behold, another one of his paintings is hanging.

“Who did you give that one to?” you ask, knowing Yuta only gave out three paintings to friends, but you can’t remember which ones-

“Fucking Shotaro!”

“I thought-” you’re so confused, “i thought Shotaro liked your art, though?!”

“He specifically asked for this painting! Because it’s the one I made with that kpop star- you know, the one he’s obsessed with-”

“Maybe he got tired of looking at a painting commemorating his Big fucking his idol,” Jaehyun snickers- it’s been so long since you heard the word ‘big’ in the frat context.

“Pussy,” Yuta cusses under his breath, then he grabs you, tossing you onto the bed in one rough motion that has you letting out a sound of surprise. “So how are we going to do this?” he asks, and although your best friend is looking directly at you, you realize he’s talking to Jaehyun.

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“What kind of mood she’s in,” Jaehyun says simply.

Yuta lets out a bark of a laugh, crossing his arms over his chest. “You’re really going to give her a say in this, Jae?” he taunts your lover, “on your night?”

You swallow thickly, taking in the meaning of your friend’s words- he’s right.

This is Jae’s night. You and Yuta have been playing around all week, and Jaehyun’s the one with the boundaries still, he’s the one who should get everything he wants tonight… and then some.

Then you realize- Yuta just deferred to Jaehyun.

You can see the effect it has on your boyfriend, whose gaze seems to darken, and he lowers his chin slightly, looking at you in a way that makes you feel suddenly quite small.

“Spit roasting, her pussy is mine, and neither of you get to cum till I do.” Jaehyun states after a moment of silent deliberation.

“You got it, boss,” Yuta says lightheartedly. “Should we take all her clothes off? Or is this more of a quickie?”

You can’t believe they’re both just standing at the foot of the bed, staring at you while they discuss their plan to fuck you stupid-

“Quickie,” Jaehyun decides. “Time for more later, at my apartment.”

“But I'm the one with all the cool toys,” Yuta smirks, more of a musing than a pushback to Jaehyun’s declaration.

“Does she look like she wants toys right now?” a pause, then, “Hey, princess, are you so needy that you want more than us? Should I get your precious Jungwoo and his treasure trail up here?”

You shake your head. “No, sir.”

“There’s my good girl remembering to use her words,” Jaehyun smiles fondly at you.

“Do I get a fun title tonight too, cupcake?” Yuta puts one knee onto the bed, focusing all his attention on you now. “How about master?”

You can’t help the surge of energy that runs through you at the notion of you calling Yuta ‘master’, and you grab him by the shoulders, easily flipping him onto his back so you can straddle him.

He seems to have forgotten that you’re both self proclaimed switches, and although you swing different ways in terms of preferences, with Yuta slipping into the dom role, while you, more often than not, go submissive- you’re not about to let your best friend just talk down to you like this, not when you have fight left in you.

“How about no?” you counter, earning a laugh from Yuta before you press your lips to his.

The man below you grabs your waist, pulling your chest flush to his own while he lifts his shoulders off the bed in an effort to kiss you harder.

You lace your fingers in Yuta’s hair at the back of his head, still getting used to the loss of it’s glossy feeling, and you tug at the white strands, forcing Yuta back down against the bed. He blinks up at you with wide eyes, lips parted- and it’s the first time you’ve seen his dom mask slip.

He swallows thickly, opening his mouth to say something-

But the bed dips behind you, and you straighten, turning to look over your shoulder at Jaehyun.

Your boyfriend immediately grabs your jaw, forcing your face to the side so he can access your lips with his own. You half turn, trying to kiss him deeper, and you feel Yuta wiggle out from underneath you, but you’re too focused on Jaehyun to care.

Besides, you’re pretty sure ignoring Yuta will turn him on even more.

Jaehyun lets go of your jaw, and you keep kissing him while his hands smooth down either side of your body. He bunches up your dress in his fists, tugging it up to reveal the panties you’re wearing beneath.

“Every single time you wear red,” Jaehyun says, breaking the kiss to bring his lips to your ear, “i think about that stupid fucking camping trip where someone dared Yuta to put on your panties-”

“It was Johnny,” comes Yuta’s voice, and then he’s pressing open mouthed kisses to your collarbones and the swell of your breasts, exposed by your dress.

“Right, Johnny,” Jaehyun growls, slipping his hand down the front of your panties and running his fingers through your folds, collecting the wetness there to use as lubricant when he rubs small circles against your clit. “God, I wanted to fuck you so bad that night. Wanted to just- tear you out of Yuta’s lap-”

You feel your best friend smirk against your skin at the sound of his name, and you tug at his hair, a warning to keep his mouth shut.

“But you fucked me the next day,” you remind your lover, pressing your ass back against him, “remember?”

“How could I forget?” He pulls his hand from your core, then says, “Yuta, back up.”

The man who had been practically motorboating your chest, rubbing his face against what’s exposed of your breasts while peppering your skin in kisses, shuffles backwards.

Then, Jaehyun’s large, warm hand finds the center of your back, and he forces you down with one harsh shove.

You brace your fall with your arms, holding yourself up and arching your back, pressing your ass against Jaehyun-

His fingers hook in your panties, tearing them down your legs to your knees, and in front of you, Yuta is undoing his belt hastily.

“You were a bit of a bitch back then,” your lover's hands spread your ass cheeks, and then you feel him at your entrance, “weren’t you, sweetheart?”

“Yes, sir!” you moan, “but you love it.”

Jaehyun lets out something like a chuckle mixed with a groan. You’d said those exact words to him the first time he’d called you a bitch to your face, in the heat of the sexual encounter that would kick off your entire relationship-

While some people might not like the degradation, both of you look back on the shared memory fondly, and it’s a moment of intimacy the two of you share that belongs just to you. Yuta’s not a part of it, and you know there’s no way he understands the little interaction that’s just taken place, although he has heard the story of you and Jaehyun’s first time more than once.

“Try not to choke,” Jaehyun says, and a moment later, Yuta’s cock is being presented to you and Jaehyun is thrusting into your core, forcing your mouth forward and onto his friend’s length.

Both men let out a groan, Jaehyun keeping fully sheathed in you, keeping you fully on Yuta-

Your lover pulls back, his hips dragging you with him, and your mouth almost leaves Yuta’s cock- only for the motion to repeat itself.

Jaehyun is quite literally, fucking you and making you fuck Yuta- or at least, blow him to the pace of your athletic boyfriend’s thrusts, and you fucking love it.

All you have to do is hold yourself up, and they do the rest, working the three of you up in no time at all.

“Fuck, where did she learn to be so good at this?” Yuta groans from above you. “She said she had skills but-”

A smack echoes through the room, and your ass stings from where Jaehyun has hit you, something he knows you enjoy. A whimper slips out of you, and goes straight to Yuta’s cock.

“Fuck-” your best friend moans louder, hands finding a good grip in your hair, his hips pushing forward to meet Jaehyun’s thrusts-

The head of his cock hits the back of your throat and you choke slightly, sputtering a little.

Behind you, Jaehyun lets out a sadistic laugh, “our princess is going to cum soon.”

Your tummy tightens at the use of the word ‘our’, and your toes curl in anticipation-

“But I said no cumming until I do,” Jaehyun reminds you, and suddenly you’re being hauled up by your hair, tingles of pain shooting across your scalp.

Your boyfriend releases your hair, hands finding your waist, and you lean back against him. His teeth sink into your neck, and your tummy tightens even more, the chord there ready to snap-

“Please, sir?” you whine, eyes closed, lips wet with saliva from blowing Yuta, but you can’t even bring yourself to care.

Everything feels so good- and when the blonde in front of you latches his mouth to your nipple and presses two fingers, against your clit, rubbing you roughly, you let out the loudest wail of pleasure that you’ve ever released-

“Fuck-” Jaehyun groans against your neck, fingers digging into your hips. “Cum with me,” he commands, and all the tension releases from your body as you explode on his cock.

Wave after wave of electric warmth washes over you, and you can feel your core milking Jaehyun of all he’s worth, his pace becoming erratic but rougher.

The sound of skin against skin and moans is all that fills your ears, and you grab onto Yuta’s head, using him as an anchor while he continues to worship your breasts, tongue flicking your nipple while his fingers rub your clit-

“I’m gonna-” you moan, feeling a second orgasm building even as you ride out your first-

Jaehyun pulls out of you, and your eyes snap open, a “no!” leaving your lips just as Jaehyun shoves you, making both you and Yuta tumble to the bed, with you landing on your best friend’s chest.

“Fuck her,” Jaehyun states, and Yuta mad scrambles to adjust you, using one hand to help lift you up, allowing his other to line his cock up with your entrance-

Two hands grab your hips, adjusting you so you’re not hunched over Yuta-

It’s Jaehyun, and he slams you down onto his friend’s cock.

“Fuck-” Yuta moans beneath you, and you let out a similar sound of pleasure, made all the more intense by the shock of Jaehyun having changed his mind about this boundary-

The hands that had forced you onto Yuta’s cock, lift you up, then slam you back down again, and you can’t believe how deep Yuta is inside of you in this position- especially with the force of Jaehyun behind your motions.

“You’ve been wanting to fuck him all week, so here you go,” Jaehyun growls behind you, “just make sure you take all of him,” he forces your quick motions to stop, pressing you down against Yuta so you have as much of his cock as you possibly can inside you- “like the needy fucking princess that you are.”

“Fuck!” Yuta groans from beneath you, hips pushing up, desperate for some movement- but Jaehyun is unrelenting, and your best friend throws his head back into the pillows, grabbing at the tops of your thighs on either side of his waist and squeezing.

“I think if you cum, he’ll cum, don’t you agree?” Jaehyun presses a kiss to your neck and your toes curl at the notion.

“Yes, sir!”

“Then make yourself cum.”

Your hand finds your clit in record speed.

With Yuta buried so deep inside of you, and Jaehyun still applying pressure to your hips, keeping you completely full- it doesn’t take long for your orgasm to crash into you.

“His turn,” Jaehyun says, removing his hands from your hips and pushing you down so you’re face to face with Yuta in one quick motion.

The man below you replaces your boyfriend’s grip on your waist with his own, and then he’s thrusting up into you, chasing his high while his lips crash against yours.

You can feel Yuta cumming, your walls must be unbearably tight from how intense your orgasm is, and after trying to kiss Yuta through your sinful sounds of pleasure, you opt for pressing open mouthed kisses to his neck, nearly crying from how good it feels.

Yuta’s thrusts get sloppier as his orgasm subsides, and he finally comes to a stop.

The two of you are breathing heavily.

You’re pressed to his chest, face hidden in his neck, and your heart beat is ringing in your ears.

“I think we broke her,” you hear Yuta chuckle, and the vibration of it runs through your body, making you twitch.

“This was just round one,” is Jaehyun’s response, and you can’t help but laugh.

Below you, Yuta groans.

“No laughing,” he warns you, “you just got so tight again-”

“Here,” arms wrap around your waist, and suddenly you’re being lifted off of Yuta, “can you stand?”

Jaehyun sets you on the floor next to the bed on wobbly legs, and your hands find his shoulders to steady yourself. Your boyfriend reads your exhausted expression immediately, and says, “Yuta, come fix her outfit so we can get out of here.”

“Coming,” your best friend sighs, and you hear him getting off the bed.

A moment later, Yuta’s warm body is behind yours. He pulls up your panties first, and they stick uncomfortably to your core, you can already feel their cum starting to drip out of you-

“You’re such a sicko making her wear these like this,” Yuta laughs behind you, “can’t we let her go to the bathroom to clean up before we leave?”

“Where would be the fun in that?” Jaehyun counters, pulling your dress down to cover you.

“Touche.”

They say that home is where the heart is, and you’ve always had troubles pinpointing exactly where you felt safest- but standing between Jaehyun and Yuta, you realize this is home-

“Wait, one last thing before we leave,” Yuta says, moving away and earning a whimper of protest from you. “I’ll be right back, cupcake,” he assures you while Jaehyun tucks you close to his side, heading for the door, “I just gotta grab my fucking paintings.”

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