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           That night, they all were happy. They were off for the weekend for the first time in what could have been years, and Chan had bought some alcohol that was running out alarmingly fast. Then, Minho suggested playing spin the bottle. Everyone laughed at first, but ten minutes later, after some fights about who didn’t want to kiss whom, the bottle was spinning.

           When it landed on Jisung, he pursed his lips immediately. “Okay, let’s see who’s the lucky one!” he said. Changbin brought Jeongin closer to him so he wouldn’t say anything mean, but no one took the precaution with Seungmin.

           “I’d rather cut my lips,” he whispered loud enough for Jisung to hear; he frowned, but it wasn’t enough to stop him from spinning the bottle. Next to him, Minho stopped the bottle as soon as it began to slow and pointed it at himself. A chorus of ‘ah’s and ‘oh’s and some ‘boo’s flooded the room.  Not that it mattered for Jisung, who was already climbing on Minho’s lap.

           Slowly, the mouths of all the members started to drop open. They had played the game before, but they had never so much as kissed each other’s lips, always favoring either a cheek, Segumin’s forehead, or fighting till Jeongin surrounded and let them, at least, hug him. So, when they saw that Jisung had straddled Minho, they expected a quick dose of flirting and a long cheek kiss. They didn’t expect the way they were devouring each other, quickly opening their mouths for the other, Minho’s hands on Jisung’s hips, where the boy was moving slowly, grinding into the other. They didn’t expect a little moan from Jisung’s mouth.

           It took them too much time to react. The first one to move was Jeongin, who was just in front of them, letting go of Changbin to move forward and to the side in all fours to get a better look, his brain not believing his eyes. 

Changbin caught him by the waistline of his pants and made him back away, he made the other boy fall between his legs and crossed his arms around him so he couldn’t move again, putting a hand over his eyes, but he himself couldn’t stop looking, Jeongin beat at his hand until Changbin moved his fingers making an opening between them, so Jeongin could see how Jisung had moved to nip at Minho’s neck, hips not stopping, Minho’s hands probably leaving a brushing mark already on them.

           “Okay,” that was Chan, back to his senses and being pretty sure of what he had to do if he didn’t want to lose his job and found family with it. “That was fun, now-” he was rudely interrupted by Minho’s hand on his neck, pulling him forward. 

           Minho found Chan’s lips and didn’t waste any time, giving him a little peck before sucking on his lower full lip, dragging it with his teeth till he made Chan come closer. Chan’s mouth was already open, so they couldn’t blame him for taking the opportunity to shove his tongue inside. Once again, Chan came into his senses, but this time he was far more focused on eating Minho than on stopping the situation. Jisung, realizing Chan was closer now, moved his hand from Minho’s chest to under Chan’s t-shirt, slowly working it up, enjoying having the opportunity to caress his leader's abs. He found one of Chan’s nipples and pinched it. Chan gasped in Minho’s mouth, and Minho smirked.

           A mere meter away, being the one who had been sitting to the other side of Chan, Felix couldn’t feel his heartbeat; he supposed it was going so fast that it had gone into cardiac arrest. Hyunjin squeezed his hand, and Felix closed his mouth, swallowing for the first time since it all had started. He felt his throat had gotten dry.

           Seungmin had tried coughing loudly so the sound would stop, or, at least, slow down the scene, but no one seemed to be paying him any attention.

           Changbin had abandoned any intention of protecting Jeongin’s purity and was now almost hurtfully grabbing Jeongin’s arm with one hand, the other arm around his waist, keeping him close. Jeongin wasn’t sure if Changbin knew that by doing that, he was pocking him with his fucking big and unmistakable boner.

           “Okay, we have lost them,” Seungmin said and stood up. “And I’m pretty sure Jisung just opened Chan’s pants, so I’m out of here.” He took a last look at the scene, discreetly adjusting himself. “Don’t you dare,” he shot a look at Changbin, who was looking at him, and with that, he hurried out of the common area and into his room.

           The sound of another zipper unzipping made the rest scramble back to their own rooms. Changbin accompanied Jeongin to his first, because otherwise the younger one would have stayed and watched the whole show, before giving a quick squeeze to his arm and going to his own room.

           At the door of Felix’s room, Hyunjin quickly kissed him before almost running to his own room. Felix caressed his lips and wondered whether anything that was happening was real. He debated following Hyunjin, but he supposed whatever was going on in the living room was enough of a mess already without him adding to it.

           Back in that living room, Chan’s hair was all ruffled already, Minho was leaving a mark on his neck that would be hard to explain to the crew after the weekend, and Jisung was very proud of being able to stick his hand on Chan’s pants even with the weird angle.

           “Bedroom,” Chan muttered in Minho’s ear when he felt Jisung’s hand. The other two didn’t protest; neither moved. “Now,” he said in a more powerful voice, and dragged them up with him.

           The bed didn’t even protest when Chan threw Jisung into it, quickly removing his t-shirt and throwing it to the floor. Next to him, Minho couldn’t pass up the opportunity to make Chan turn his head towards him with a finger under his chin and ghost his lips over Chan’s, just to dodge his kiss and bend down to lick a strip from his navel up to his chin. Chan shivered and pushed him into the bed. 

           While Minho recovered from his fall, Chan admired the scene he was painting. Jisung took that pause as an opportunity to straddle Minho again, like he had done in the living room, but this time his ass was up in the air and he threw a cheeky grin towards Chan as he kissed Minho, pinning him to the bed with his hands on top of his head.

           Minho didn’t like that, quickly trying to flip them, but as soon as he tried, he felt another, heavier weight over himself. Chan was resting on top of Jisung, carefully putting most of his weight on his arms on either side of the boys. 

           He kissed at Jisung’s neck till Jisung shivered and let go of Minho, rolling onto his back next to the other boy and making Chan lost balance and fall between them two, it didn’t take long for them to reposition, Minho kissing him while Jisung took off Chan’s pants and his own t-shirt, Chan meanwhile was taking good care of unbuttoning Minho’s shirt, what made Minho lost the little patience he had, with a swift movement he broke the rest of the buttons off and let it hang open. Chan looked impressed for a second, then hummed appreciatively at the span of flesh bared mere inches away from his hands and mouth. After letting Jisung take off his pants completely, he sat up a little while taking the shirt off Minho’s shoulders and kissed them, slowly bending him back into the mattress.

           He made quick preparation of Minho, as it was difficult not to do so when Minho wouldn’t stop chanting “Fuck me already, Chan, come on”, whispering in his ear “Come on, I’m not going to break, give it to me hard”; he whined when Chan took of his fingers to add more lube and a third one. Thankfully for Chan’s sanity, Jisung started kissing Minho and made him stop talking for a while, that was until Chan aligned his cock, and Minho shoved Jisung away for a moment, keeping him close by the shoulders. 

“Fucking finally,” he muttered as he felt Chan’s cock on his rim. Chan made up his mind to fuck him till he couldn’t talk anymore, and whispered so in Minho’s ear, instead of a cheeky reply, Minho only whispered back. “Please.”

           Chan picked up a slow, steady rhythm that made Minho move his hips in a desperate attempt to get Chan to go quicker. Chan smiled and pinned his hips to the mattress with force. His rhythm only quivered when he thought that it was Lee Minho that he was fucking and not anyone, that it was Jisung that was nipping at his ear, slowly rubbing himself against his leg like a bitch in heat, he stopped for a second and breathed slowly, he bended and applied even more force to Minho’s hips as he fucked him deeper, Minho let out a moan and slapped his mouth shout, Chan didn’t say a word as he took his hand and moved them away.

           Seeing as Chan wasn’t letting him hide, messing with his head, making all his body burn, and even making him feel sick with pure desire, Minho decided that he needed a distraction, and Jisung was looking so good, too. How could he not?

           “Jisung, come here, baby,” he said, and Jisung looked at him, kissing Chan on the lips before moving to the other. “Let me suck your dick”.

           Jisung's eyes widened, and Chan rocked into him with a long “fuck” leaving his lips as he hit right into his prostate, making Minho moan again and move quicker to get Jisung positioned, kneeling over his head so he could lick at the underside of his cock.

           Like that, Chan couldn’t see either of their faces, but he could grab Jisung by the neck and push him forward as he fucked quickly into Minho, making them both move at the same time. He could also let his hand fall from his neck down his spine and squeeze his butt, making the other flinch and himself smile.

           It wasn’t the best position for Minho to suck dick in, and the relentless rhythm of Chan’s hips was making it very difficult to both stay stable and concentrate. But it was the first time someone had sucked Jisung’s dick, so it wasn’t long before he was shivering and moving his hips to make contact and run away from Minho’s mouth at the same time. 

           It was Chan who grabbed at his hips, letting go of Minho’s, to stabilize him, staying still inside Minho as he kissed up Jisung’s neck. Minho as difficult as ever, whined and moved his legs so one was being bended between Chan’s chest and Jisung’s back, making Chan go deeper into him; the whining went directly to Chan’s dick, twitching inside Minho, sensing he and Jisung were close to coming he took Minho’s dick in his hand and pumped twice before Minho slapped his hand away, Chan couldn’t see Minho’s face to know what was wrong.

           “I’m close too, make me come with your dick,” Minho said and Chan lost what was left (probably nothing) of his sanity, almost making Jisung fall on top of Minho by how fast and hard he started fucking Minho, the words had also had his effect on Jisung and with only a little sucking on the tip of his dick Jisung was coming all over Minho’s mouth and face, the older boy opening his mouth for Jisung to spill into, still most of his cum was over his checks and lips.

           Jisung fell to his side, but not far from the other two. As he closed his eyes, he could feel, for the first time, the bed rocking fast and loudly, probably keeping everyone in the house awake; he chuckled at the thought. Jisung felt a hand on his thigh, kneading it with a little too much force to be comforting; he could tell by the slim fingers it was Minho’s, whose little gasps and ‘a’s were flooding the room and mixing with Chan’s deep moans and grunting. 

           It was after a high almost deafening moan that Jisung opened his eyes again, he hadn’t realized before but the sounds had been making him slowly hard again, and seeing the scene in front of him made his dick hurt, Chan was buried deep into Minho, Minho’s eyes closed and his neck bended backwards, his back arched away from the bed as he came, white strips all over his stomach, he was convulsing, unable to control his body, his hands red where he was letting nail marks on Jisung’s thigh and Chan’s back; that’s when Jisung realized Chan was coming too, shivering and breathing quickly, moving his hips slowly in sharp thrusts.

           Jisung moved, catching Minho’s hand in his, taking it from his thigh, to look at where Chan was still deep into Minho, he gasped and looked up at Chan who smiled without opening his eyes; slowly Chan moved out of Minho and fell to the other side of the bed, letting Minho rest his head in his arm and crowding him closer. Jisung, still fascinated, looked between Minho’s legs. He saw Chan’s cum dripping down between Minho’s cheeks and went to touch it. Minho gasped at the feeling of Jisung’s fingers close to his rim.

           “I’ll kill you, Jisung,” Minho warned, his voice raw. Jisung had never been one to be scared, much less of Minho’s threats, so he still touched it, slowly rounding Minho’s rim as the other shivered and cursed. He really hadn’t wanted to go that far, but still, he pressed in a little, and his finger went into Minho. 

           “Fuck, Jisung!” he protested, kicking Jisung away. Jisung smiled at him and, annoyed, Minho smiled back.

           Then Jisung had to go the extra mile and let his curiosity, once again, take the best out of him, so he looked at his finger and licked it. It was Chan this time. 

           “Fuck, Jisung,” he whispered, and closed his eyes. Jisung smiled and let himself fall on top of the other two.

           “My face is disgusting; get up, I have to go to the bathroom,” Minho said after only a few seconds.

           “Aw, you’re not disgusting, Minho!” Jisung said, kissing his lips.

           “I know, idiot. But I’m full of your cum-”

           “And Chan’s!” Jisung interrupted.

           “And it is starting to dry,” Minho continued, not paying attention to him.

           “Let me help you clean up,” Chan said, moving the arm and leg Jisung had thrown over him so he could sit up.

          Minho smiled and nodded at him. Chan got up and went to get a warm, wet towel from the in-suit bathroom; Jisung, in the meantime, didn’t stop showering Minho with little kisses down and up his neck.

          “Are you still horny?” Minho asked, raising an eyebrow.

           “Hey, I’m still young, not like-”

           “Be careful with your next words,” Chan warned him, still in the bathroom.

          “You!” Jisung said, “You being Minho! Not you, Chan!”

          “Chan is older than me. If I’m old, then he’s older.”

           “I just fucked you and you’re already trash-talking me,” Chan said, shaking his head. He carefully began cleaning Minho’s face.

           “Did you think it’d give you some kind of privilege?”

           “Not even being the group leader gave me that privilege. So, no, I wasn’t hoping for any privilege,” Chan said, kissing him after he made sure he had completely cleaned his pretty face.

          “I was!” Jisung said, pouting. “You’re so mean, Minho.”

           “I just shucked your dick and got your cum all over my face, what else do you want from me?”

           Jisung didn’t answer, just got red and kept pouting. Chan looked at him with the look he reserved for when one of his members was feeling down and kissed him. Minho also grabbed his neck and kissed him. Jisung smiled. 

           They went to sleep like that, not bothering to clean much more or change the sheets, silencing Chan with a kiss when he protested. It was late (or very early in the morning), and the three suspected the next day would be pretty taxing. But still an hour later, Jisung was rutting his ass against Chan’s dick, slowly making the other wake up.

           “You? Really?” Chan said, but brought him closer and kissed his neck.

           “It looked so fun what you did to Minho, I can’t stop thinking about it.”

           “About me fucking Minho?” Chan said, slowly opening his eyes.

           Jisung nodded, but his answer was unexpectedly different.

“About you fucking me,” he answered, making Chan's already half-hard dick get with the program and fill up almost completely.

           “You’re always a nightmare to sleep with,” Minho, now fully awake, protested, trying to slap Jisung with a hand. Jisung caught it and kissed it before putting it in his chest.

           Minho clicked his tongue but moved to look for the lube; as Chan worked it open and poured some on his hands, Minho held one of Jisung’s cheeks open and rocked against him, grinding his thigh against Jisung’s erection. When Chan finally touched him, Jisung was trembling.

           “Hey, Jisung?” Chan called for him. Jisung looked back. “You sure you want this?” Chan asked, very still behind him, concern in his expression. “You’re trembling like a pudding.”

           “I want it,” he didn’t dare say ‘but it’s my first time’ too scared Chan would stop and start thinking too hard about it, a very Chan thing to do.

           “Tell me to stop if you change your mind, babe,” Chan said, and Jisung glowed at the nickname. Minho smiled and kissed him.

           After that, like he knew the truth, Chan was cautious, slowly prepping Jisung and telling him about everything he was going to do in advance, which in turn was making Jisung very, very, horny. Minho, too, seemed to be growing desperate, he had started sleepily caressing Jisung, paying little attention to what he was doing and favoring himself staying in an almost asleep state, but right when Chan was teasing Jisung with two fingers, Minho seemed to flip his mind and started to focus strongly, kissing Jisung brushingly, he kissed down his neck and to his chest, sucking on a nipple while he played with the other.

           Jisung was squirming between the two and almost forgot to breathe when Chan whispered into his ear. 

“Do you think you can take my cock now?” while slowly pushing at his rim with it. Jisung nodded enthusiastically, but Chan only let out a little chuckle before fingering him again for another ten minutes before finally whispering, “I could make you come like this.” Jisung shook his head. “You don’t want to?”

           “Stop teasing, Chan!” Jisung answered, almost crying. “I want your cock!”

           “Fuck” Minho and Chan answered at the same time, and Minho squeezed Chan’s ass, urging him closer to Jisung.

           As he slowly entered Jisung, giving him all the time he needed to adjust, Jisung let out another painfully high moan. With that, Minho could hear that someone had gotten up and was angrily strolling towards the bedroom.

           “Just go to sleep, you horny bitches!” Changbin shouted from the other side of the door, knocking on it strongly, and, without a doubt, waking up whoever had managed to fall asleep in the house.

           Chan carefully covered Jisung’s mouth so he wouldn’t answer Changbin. Minho pursed his lips at Chan’s warning look and didn’t say anything, even when he was about to shout, ‘You’re so jealous it’s making you look stupid.’

           They heard Changbin go away, and Chan immediately returned to his slow movement, once again shortening Jisung’s breath.

           Back at the door of his bedroom, and running on fumes, Changbin didn’t think he would find Jeongin.

           “Hey, they woke you up too?” he asked. Jeongin was leaning against his closed door, so that Changbin couldn’t go in. He could only stay there, still trying to wrap his head around the fact that he had just had to stand up at four in the morning to chastise his leader and two of his band members because they were fucking so hard he couldn’t sleep.

           Jeongin shook his head. 

           “I couldn’t sleep, and then I heard you shouting at them,” he answered. “Well done,” he added before Changbin could say sorry.

           “Well, I don’t have earplugs, but I can lend you my earphones?” Changbin proposed, still feeling a little sorry that he had made Jeongin come out of his bedroom.

           “Don’t bother, the voices are inside my head already.”

           “Yeah, I think this is the reason I will eventually become an alcoholic.”

           “I think I won’t drink ever again.”

           “We shouldn’t let anyone in the house drink anymore. Did you see how Hyunjin was looking at Felix?”

           “Or how Seungmin was looking at Chan,” Jeongin said, laughing. “You were hard, tough,” he added.

           Changbin choked on his next words, starting to cough. Jeongin clapped his back, helping him through the coughing fit till he gestured to let him alone. Jeongin couldn’t stop laughing.

           “Shut up, shut up!” Changbin laughed; he had gotten all red. He recomposed himself after a while. Jeongin was still all smiles. “It was kind of hot, tough,” he finally admitted.

           “Fucking hot,” Jeongin said. Changbin’s eyes widened as if Jeongin saying a curse word was more shocking than three of their best friends having a threesome after only drinking half the alcohol they had drunk on other nights.

           They stayed still for a couple of seconds; the air grew heavier. Jeongin leaned more into the door. Changbin didn’t realize he was getting closer to him, slowly hovering over his body.

           “It was hot too,” Jeongin said then. Changbin had gotten so close that Jeongin could feel his breath over his lips. Changbin realized he was too close, so he stepped back, but Jeongin caught his wrist and brought him close again. “Knowing you were hard against me,” he finished.

           Changbin closed his eyes and breathed deeply. He hadn’t made up his mind yet about what was happening that night, but he could bet they were going to sweep it under the rug and never talk about it again; so maybe it was the perfect opportunity to, finally, get his stupid crush under control, taste Jeongin’s skin, learn how he would feel under him. Wasn’t that what Jeongin was offering? Waiting for him, leaning against the door to his bedroom? Talking to him like that?

           When he opened his eyes, it looked like the decision had been made for him. Jeongin let go of his wrist, instead catching him by the neck of his t-shirt and making him almost fall on top of himself. He kissed Changbin once, checked if Changbin was going to shut down and run away, and kissed him again when he saw that Changbin wasn’t going anywhere.

           “Jeongin,” Changbin said, deepening the kiss and blindly looking for the door’s handle to open the door to his bedroom. Jeongin brought him even closer, nipping at his lip.

           “Come on, Changbin,” he whispered against his lips. “Show me what you want to do to me when you look at me like that”, he said, and the door opened. 

           They tumbled towards the bed, not bothering to close the door. Jeongin was quick to take the shirt off Changbin and step back for a moment to look at his muscles. Changbin filled his chest with pride. Jeongin smiled, looked back at the door, and turned to close it. Changbin held him by the wrist. “I’m not going anywhere,” Jeongin said.

           “I would let you go, if that’s what you want, Jeongin,” Changbin said, letting go of his wrist.

           After closing the door, Jeongin went back to Changbin. He straddled the other boy and put his hands on his chest. “I wasn’t waiting at your door for nothing.”

           “Cheek,y” Changbin answered, and squeezed him closer so he could kiss him.

           It didn’t take long for Changbin to start undressing Jeongin; he had to shove away the part of his head that reminded him Jeongin hated skin contact, that he was a precious part of his team and his maknae. 

           It wasn’t difficult with Jeongin gasping and biting his lips at the same time; he would try to touch all of Changbin. Jeongin liked being pressed against the bed by Changbin's force, how he was kissing him openmouthed and grinding on him like he was in rut.

           “God, I like you so much,” Changbin whispered in his ear, pushing Jeongin's pajama pants down. He gasped when he felt there were no more clothes there. Jeongin wasn’t joking when he said he wasn’t waiting at his door for nothing. He took him in hand while he sucked at his ear.

           It was acrobatic with both their strength and flexibility combined; it was sinful with all the lust they had been hiding for years. It was Changbin fucking him against the wall, both legs in the air, back resting against the wall, and the back of his knees on his arms. It was slowly melting into his touch on the big bed he had died to know how it would feel on his bare skin. It was Changbin staying inside him after, kissing his neck up and down, carefully throwing a blanket over the two as he tried not to move so as not to slip out.

           “I could sleep like this,” Changbin said, nipping at Jeongin’s neck.

           “I’d like that,” Jeongin answered, clenching around Changbin, making him close his eyes and let out a soft moan.

           After that, not a sound bothered them for the rest of the early morning.

           After that night, contrary to what Changbin had supposed, things changed. But he wasn’t completely wrong on his supposition; no one talked about it. When Jeongin showered and left his room that morning, he kissed him before leaving. It was only a peck, but then he turned back and pushed Changbin, who was putting on a t-shirt, into the bed again, kissing him with force, getting his hands under his t-shirt, and smiling at the reaction out of Changbin’s cock.

           “What are you doing, Jeongin?”

           “Goodbye kiss,” he said, giving up all pretenses and lifting Changbin's t-shirt, kissing his stomach, up his torso.

           He left the room much later, giving Changbin a real goodbye kiss that tasted of Changbin’s cum. He didn’t find anyone on his way back.

           Later that afternoon, Jeongin found Felix, Jisung, and Changbin playing Switch. They were playing Mario Kart and fighting, pretty normal, if you could ignore how Jisung’s neck looked like he had been strangled with all those marks around it. He went to the kitchen to get something to snack on and found Minho and Chan cooking, Hyunjin sitting at the table watching something on his phone.

           “Afternoon,” he said and tried damn hard not to notice how Minho was grabbing Chan’s ass as the other cut a tomato. It wasn’t unusual for Minho to be grabbing ass, but it was impossible not to see it in another light now.

           “Hey, Jeongin! You want something for lunch?” Chan answered, and Minho looked at him kindly.

           “I’m pretty hungry, yeah.”

           “It’ll be ready in fifteen minutes. You can relax in the meantime,” Minho answered, looked at Jeongin, and kissed Chan on the mouth. 

           Jeongin swallowed and looked at Hyunjin, who shrugged. So, they weren’t completely ignoring what had happened yesterday? Minho’s look was defiant, as if challenging him to give them his opinion. Chan protested and moved Minho away, but only half-heartedly, as he was laughing and bringing him closer again a moment later.

           Jeongin didn’t say anything and went back to the living room, sitting on the couch as the three boys playing were sitting on the floor. He, discreetly, kissed the top of Changbin’s head, which made him lose first place. Jeongin laughed.

           Twenty minutes later, everyone was eating. Seungmin appeared looking still half asleep, but even in that state, Seungmin was quite observant of the table, quickly realizing that Jisung was sitting between Minho and Chan and asking them to feed him. He raised an eyebrow, his mouth dropped when not only Chan but also Minho succumbed to the petition. He had suspected things between those three would be awkward for a while after whatever the hell had happened last night, looked like, instead, they were going to make it uncomfortable for everyone else.

           “Yeah, we need some rules,” Seungmin said, standing up and going back to his bedroom. Everyone was silent till he made his way back. “What? I’m not dealing with this mess. First rule, easy, not fucking in public spaces.”

           “They already broke it!” Jeongin and Changbin shouted at the same time.

           “The rules weren’t in place yesterday”, Minho corrected.

           “We didn’t fuck in the living room!” answered Chan at the same time, his ears impossible red.

           “Number two…” Seungmin thought for a little. “Yeah, for the moment I just have one.”

           “That’s too much liberty for whatever this is,” Hyunjin whispered. Minho wanted to say something about how, with his arm around Felix's waist, he was on his way to get a mouthful of napkins. Surprisingly, he didn’t say or act on it.

           “We’ll add more,” Seungmin said and threw the notebook on the couch. It got forgotten pretty soon after lunch.

           After that, everything went back to normal, mostly. 

           The flirting between all the members got heavier. It was like now a door had been opened and every ‘you’re really beautiful’, every ‘come to my bed, baby’, and all other things they had said before without intent now painted a possibility. It was also pretty weird seeing Chan and Minho making out in a corner, or Jisung kissing them both on the lips as a good morning in front of all of them, almost every day.

           The worst part was that it was propagating slowly, which in Seungmin's mind was a recipe for disaster. He saw it start two days later, on Monday; Changbin was sitting on the sofa looking at his phone, and Jeongin sat next to him, resting his head on his shoulder and smiling. Changbin looked around quickly, too quickly, as he didn’t see Seungmin, and kissed Jeongin; a soft peck that escalated only a little before they smiled at each other and went back to their phones.

           Then, it was Felix sitting close to Jisung while they watched a romantic film. Seugmin was next to them, watching the movie too.

           “So romantic…” Felix whispered, and Jisung nodded; then they looked at each other and kissed. Just like that! Like they weren’t making Seungmin go crazy; they looked at him, asking, maybe inviting him.

           “I have to go to the toilet,” he answered, almost running out of the room.

           The most concerning thing was that, after a couple of weeks, it stopped bothering him, at least during the day; nothing could stop him from worrying a little every night. He even accepted a kiss from Chan a little later; it would have been stupid of him not to do so when Chan was looking at him so warmly, fresh out of the shower, arm muscles flexing as he toweled his hair dry.

           “What’s the matter, Seungmin?” he had asked. Seungmin had been working late and was tired and a little grumpy, but he didn’t want to be grumpy to Chan, so he just lowered his head. 

           Chan opened his arms for him and he walked into them. “Come here, come here, you puppy.” Seungmin had been too tired to protest the term of endearment as he hugged a still a little wet Chan. He looked up from the hug, he had borrowed his head on Chan’s chest, and found Chan looking back at him, biting his bottom lip.

            God, why did Chan have such full lips? His life would have been much easier without them. Chan noticed him looking, of course, he did, he was always hyperaware of everyone looking at him, even more so of his team members. “Can I?” Chan asked, and Seungmin wanted to shout yes, and wanted to run away and tell Chan to come back to his senses. At the end, he nodded and let Chan kiss him. He kissed him back, deeper.

            Chan hugged him closer after it, till Seungmin was ready to let go, and Chan was shivering a little from being naked but for a towel, and still wet from the shower.

            “Thanks,” Seungmin whispered against his better judgment and moved away.

            “Anytime,” Chan answered; Seungmin knew he was referring to the hug, or that, at least, he should take it as that if he wanted to keep his sanity.

            Chan wasn’t as carefree about the situation as he let everyone think, though. In fact, he was scared shittles. When he saw Seungmin walk into his room, he went into his and fell into his bed face-first. He would spend hours thinking about that night every night, and how it could fuck up all their careers and their friendships with it. Of course, another part of him wanted to repeat it, he didn’t pay attention to that thought at nights, but during the day, when he could see Minho’s little smile every time they saw each other, could hold him as he cornered Chan into a corner or empty room, even if it was just for a few minutes, fuck, as cliché as it sounded, he couldn’t help but think: how could it be wrong when it felt so right?

            Not only that, but everyone looked so… happy. It was so nice being able to just kiss them. Kiss them all whenever they want. And, fuck, he didn’t want to think about it because it made him felt a little like a pervert, but it was also so hot seeing them kiss each other, he had walked into the kitchen the other day just to find Felix sitting in a counter, Hyunjin between his legs, kissing down his neck, a hand on the other side of Felix fair neck, whispering things Chan couldn’t hear, close to his skin. Chan had to be very strong not to run into Minho’s or Jisung’s room that night.

            They hadn’t… done it since that night. It was for the best, Chan thought; kisses and touches and a charged atmosphere were containable, at least for now, so he didn’t want to cross the line again.

            Of course, that didn’t last long. Later that week, he was home alone with Minho, and Chan knew Minho had a clear idea in his head as soon as he saw him walk out of his room in synthetic leather pants and a black blouse with a brocade and nothing else for sleeves.

            Chan swallowed as Minho sat next to him on the sofa, a hand immediately going to his leg as he let his head rest on his shoulder. His perfume was intoxicating. Chan could see he had even put on eyeliner.

            “You look beautiful today, are you going anywhere?” he said, moving a piece of hair from Minho’s eyes.

            “It’s just for you,” Minho answered, never one to feel too shy about things like that. What he wants, he gets.

            “Ah,” Chan let out a gasp. “Minho, we shouldn’t,” he answered, swallowing as he looked at Minho’s lips.

            “Why? You don’t want to, babe?”

            “Fuck, Minho,” Chan said, lifting Minho’s head for a kiss, against his lips, he whispered, “I want you so bad, baby.”

            Minho hummed. “You can have me. Let me ride you,” Minho answered and kissed him, instantly heating the room, kissing him deeply as he moved to straddle Chan.

            “Are you sure?”

            “I can do this every day and night.”

            “You’re not quoting our songs as you try to get in my pants.”

            “Why not? They are our songs. And I’m not trying, I already succeeded.”

            “Get your fucking pants off, then,” Chan said, opening the first button for him and moving to get Minho out of his blouse.

            “Now you’re hungry.”

            “I’m always hungry for you, Minho,” Chan answered, biting at his jaw.

            “Play nice, we have a photoshoot tomorrow,” Minho answered, biting back at Chan’s collarbone when Chan moved back. For a moment, that warning burned bright red in his mind, but Minho was too intoxicating for him to let go. He put his hands on Minho’s hips, like that night weeks ago, and Minho shivered.

           “Last time those didn’t go away for more than a week,” Minho told him, and Chan swallowed. For more than a week, Minho had been feeling him; seeing those bruises every time he had to change clothes, every time he showered. He wondered if Jisung had been matching. He doubted it; he had been much softer on his hips, not on his neck, though. He trembled when he remembered the first time he had seen Jisung the next day in the living room.

            The movement of Minho’s hips made him come back to his senses, and soon enough, he wasn’t thinking of anything else but Minho. His lips and his hips movement, his heat almost suffocating him, the way he took Chan’s t-shirt between his teeth and lifted it till Chan took it off and let him lick and nibble at his nipples.

            The way it felt when, after what had felt like an eternity of teasing, Minho finally aligned himself with Chan’s cock and took it completely, sitting back on Chan’s lap. The way his hair moved as he bounced up and down on his dick, low moans escaping his mouth between kisses, his hands grabbing Chan’s shoulders like a lifeline. The fact that Minho wasn’t even letting him move, completely setting the rhythm by himself, baring his neck when he wanted Chan to kiss and bite him there, moving Chan’s hands to where he wanted them, whispering little commands into his ear, gasping when Chan obeyed and made him roll his eyes out of pure pleasure.

            It could have been ten minutes or ten hours when Minho finally moaned, “Come inside me,” into Chan’s ear. Once again, Chan obeyed, coming deep into him, like that night, Minho came untouched all over their stomachs.

            It was a few minutes before Chan could talk again.

            “Let’s try and save the sofa, or they will kill us,” he said, on top of him, still hardly breathing. Minho laughed. He looked around for something and found Chan’s t-shirt; he handed it to Chan.

            “We don’t have anything else?”

            “It’s your cum and you put it there, it should be your t-shirt.” At those words, Chan’s cock twitched, Minho smirked and let out a little laugh.

            They were, surprisingly, able to save the couch. When the rest started to come back into the house, they heard the shower running. Changbin braced himself for the worst as he looked over every surface in the living room, trying to find where they had fucked.

            He was still looking around when Chan and Minho walked out of the bathroom, gracefully dressed in sweatpants and simple t-shirts.

            “No fucking in the fucking living room!” Changbin shouted, pointing at them. Chan raised his hands, half denying it, half apologetically.

            “You did it without me!” Jisung shouted, pouting.

            “You chose to go out with the boring no-sex group,” Minho answered, raising his shoulders. Jisung walked towards him and hugged him.

            “Never again,” Jisung whispered, falsely tearing up. Minho laughed, Jeongin and Hyunjin did too, Seungmin tried very hard not to.

            “Where the fuck is the rules notebook?” Changbin said, then he noticed the couch had been clearly used. “The fucking couch! I play Switch there, you fucking sluts!” Changbing cried desperately; Jeongin and Hyunjin moved to comfort him.

            “We can use their beds next time, honey, let’s see how they like that,” Hyunjin said to him, which only made Changbin get redder. Jeongin laughed.

            “Jeongin,” Changbin whined and hugged him. Jeongin only fought back a little before accepting the hug. Hyunjin laughed and hugged them both.

            Still at the door, Felix was all but sitting in his hands. He chose to go and join the hugging Changbin team instead of just jumping Minho, Chan, and Jisung and asking them to please accept him into whatever it was they had going on because, fuck, if they hadn’t been a few confusing and sexually frustrating weeks he had been having.

            He did spend the first night awake, lazily running his hand up and down his hard on, not finding a rhythm to be able to come, not sure if he should come to the image of his team members making out, practically fucking in their living room.

            After that, he seemed to run into Chan almost every day when the other walked out of the shower, of course, only wearing a towel because that’s what Chan did. And then things started getting even… weirder? Hotter? Hyunjin had just kissed him one morning, but not like he had done that night or some other days after it. They had just come back from a shooting, their makeup still on, and Hyunjin had looked at him and said:

            “You better be careful when you wear your lips like that,” and kissed him dumb against the door, hand on his hair, on top of his head, keeping him in place. Felix could feel his tongue down his throat. Hyunjin was moving against him, parting his legs, making him so hard he felt he could cry…, before leaving and, later, even leaving the house with Jeongin and Changbin to go to the gym. Felix thought it had been a fit of passion that had come just because the house had been in a state of horniness after the incident, but it wasn’t only one. And it wasn’t only him who had kissed Felix like that.

            He had just finished a live, and Minho knocked on his door.

            “Come in,” he said, making sure the live was ended. He looked at Minho. “What do you need?”

            “Talk to me in that deep voice again.”

            “What?” Felix laughed, “Were you listening?” Minho only nodded. He put a hand on top of Felix's chair, hovering over him like a hawk. Felix couldn’t remember what he said in that moment, something stupid with his deep voice. The next thing he knew, Minho was pulling him from the tie he was wearing and kissing him, demanding and unforgiving, like everything Minho did.

            He had noticed the other members kissing too. He had seen Chan kissing Seungmin once when they were having lunch next to each other. Chan had told Seungmin he had something on his mouth, and Seungmin had hurried to clean his face. Chan had rolled his eyes and just took him by the chin to bring him closer and kiss him for longer than Felix had expected.

           He had seen Chan playing with Jeongin’s hair and slowly kissing him. Had seen Jeongin and Changbin kissing once, too. Changbin had been breathing heavily as Jeongin sat on top of him, slowly kissing him, making him work for more as he pulled away and made Changbin chase him. Felix had bolted out of the living room pretty quickly. Minho hadn’t cared that much and had gone and sat next to them on the sofa. Felix took a look back and saw that Minho was kissing Jeongin, and Changbin was licking his lips.

            Seungmin was the one to find the rules notebook and open it, only underlining what was already written with a pen he had, by accident, stolen from the BBQ place.

            When he looked up, Chan was next to him.

            “Sorry,” he said, with that dumb sorry face, and Seungmin wasn’t even angry to start with, so he just nodded once. Chan didn’t let him walk away, though, hugging him till he was trying to get away from him. Chan kissed his neck then, and Seungmin squirmed, a shiver going down his spine. He stayed still long enough for Chan to be able to kiss his cheek, too.

From the pile on top of Changbin, which Minho had also joined, Felix and Jeongin were looking at them; Jeongin actually cheered when he saw Seungmin rolling his eyes before turning around and bringing Chan closer to him, grabbing his t-shirt as he kissed him, long and romantic.

            Changbin was able to liberate himself from the rest and walked directly towards the forgotten rules notebook that was sitting on the counter next to Chan and Seungmin; he ignored them as he took the pen.

            “What are you writing?” Hyunjin asked.

            “The second rule,” he answered.

            “Which is…?” Minho urged him.

            “Chan has to stop fucking all the members like we are a card collection.”

            Everyone laughed. Chan, who had been very peacefully nipping at Seungmin's neck, looked up, red as a tomato and confused.

            “I haven’t!” he protested, then he realized he was slowly grinding into Seungmin and got even shyer. He lowered his head.

            “You’re just jealous Chan hasn’t fuck you yet,” Jisung said, a proud smile on his face. “I was the second one.”

            “I didn’t want to know that,” Jeongin protested.

            “No one did,” Hyunjin added.

            “I kinda did,” Felix almost whispered, voice still loud enough for them all to hear.

            “I’m not fucking anyone!” Chan shouted, he had gotten away from Seungmin, who was now laughing and underlining the new rule.

            “You just did, thought,” Jeongin said, and Minho waved at him.

            “Anyone else,” Chan corrected himself.

            “Okay, let’s stop talking about this before Chan gets a heart attack,” Minho said.

            “I wanted to, though…” Jeongin answered, looking at Minho, who smiled as he pinched the younger’s cheek.

            “Let’s go, everyone to their rooms,” Minho continued. “Their own rooms!” he added.

            “Look, the pot calling the kettle names,” answered Jisung, hugging him as they walked away.

            Chan was scratching his head and looking apologetically at Seungmin. Seungmin knew what those arms did to his sanity, so he quickly kissed him as a sign to him that he had nothing to worry about, and bolted out of the living room.

            Everyone but Felix and Chan had left the living room. When Chan looked at Felix to say goodnight, he didn’t expect the charged look on Felix’s eyes.

            “Hey, Felix,” he said, tentatively walking closer.

            “Hey Chan,” Felix answered. He didn’t back away.

            “Are you okay?” Chan asked, standing at a respectable distance from him.

            “Yeah, why?”

            “You were looking at me.”

            Felix wet his lips. “How was I looking at you?”.

            “Like you wanted something,” Chan said, still a little confused, looking at Felix’s tongue wetting his own lips. Felix nodded. “So, what do you want?”

            ‘Why aren’t you kissing me?’ Felix wanted to shout, ‘Why can’t you fuck me too!’ he wanted to ask.

            “You two, back to your rooms,” Changbin said, pointing at them. “I won’t let the sofa be defiled two times in a row and the second rule forgotten just after I have written it.”

            Chan laughed at that and backed away from Felix, hands up again. Felix was about to scream at both of them, possibly kill them both, ‘You want me to die out of horniness?’ he wanted to shout. Instead, he smiled weakly and went to his bedroom.

            He heard Changbin slapping Chan’s nape as he went past him.

            In his room, Felix tumbled into his bed, phone in hand, to look for something to take his mind out of the fuck ton of desire he had found coming out of himself lately. He had a message from Hyunjin.

H: Are you up?

            He had just sent it.

H: Are you fucking Bang Chan right now?

F: Yes and no.

H: Is he fucking you?

F: No one is fucking, what do you want?

H: It’d be the first time in the last month that no one is fucking in this house.

F: I haven’t been fucking anyone.

            Had Hyunjin also been fucking someone? Felix was going to burn the whole house down.

H: So that’s why you've been so moody these days.

            He could feel Hyunjin laughing as he sent the texts.

F: I haven’t.

H: Whatever you say.

H: Are you horny?

F: Right now?

H: Yeah

F: Yeah

H: So touch yourself.

F: You’re making that quite difficult.

H: I can make it easier.

F: How?

H: Take one of your hands from the phone, Felix.

            Felix did as he was told, then took the phone with both his hands again before letting go.

H: Have you decided yet?

            Hyunjin asked as if he could see what was happening in Felix's room. The thought made Felix burn hotter.

F: Yes

H: Then take that hand slowly to your pants, you whining princess.

F: don’t call me that

            He answered even as he was doing as he was told.

H: Whatever you want, princess

H: Touch yourself over your pants, Felix.

H: Slowly. Don’t hurry.

            Felix wanted to hurry.

H: Are you hard?

F: Yeah

H: How hard?

F: Not fully yet, I’m slowly getting harder though

H: Fuck, so hot. Keep touching yourself for me.

            Felix wasn’t aware he was touching himself for him, but when he read that, he got harder much quicker.

H: slowly move your hand to your chest, pinch your nipple. You don’t want to let go of your cock? Too bad, do as I say.

            “Fuck” Felix whispered, and kept following instructions.

H: Make them stand, god, I’d put them in my mouth if I were there, would bite on them.

F: Come.

H: I can’t, my princess.

           Felix wasn’t sure why he couldn’t, but he didn’t ask anymore, too scared it would make Hyunjin stop texting him.

H: Come on, be a good boy, move your hand down again, slowly rub your belly, play with your waistband, you aren’t wearing any underwear under the pajamas, are you? I’ve seen the outline of your cock before on those pants.

F: I’m not

           Felix answered quickly; he didn’t have the time to say anything about how hot it was that Hyunjin had been looking at his dick, not if he wanted Hyunjin to keep texting him.

H: Slutty. Lose the pants, Felix.

H: Do you have lube? Lube your hand. Start pumping. Don’t pay attention to the head, it’d be too easy other way.

H: God, I’m so hard. Can I touch myself?

            The question threw Felix off, fuck, was Hyunjin really that horny just because he was talking to him? Was he going to touch himself at the same time as he?

F: Yes

He answered quickly.

H: So hard for you, baby. I’d fuck you so nice, so open, so hard.

            Felix moaned as he started to jerk himself off faster, hips moving to meet his movements.

H: Would you let me, babe?

F: Yes

F: Yes

            He answered, and slowly moved his hand down and between his cheeks, forgetting about his cock for a moment.

H: Are you going to finger yourself thinking about my dick, Felix?

            Felix was holding onto that phone for dear life, but had to breathe deeply before answering. He sent a voice text.

            “Yes”

            Felix saw that Hyunjin listened to it immediately, and then he recorded one himself.

            “Have fun then, babe,” he said, and Felix knew he had gone offline.

            Felix could cry out of frustration, but he was also so close, he imagined Hyunjin was close too. With both hands free now, he could start pumping his dick again as he slowly worked a finger inside himself, the angle well practiced but far less than what he wanted.

            It didn’t take long at all, not when he hadn’t been able to come in almost three weeks, and not with how he was imagining Hyunjin touching himself at the same time as him, how he could imagine Hyunjin's long dick splitting him in half unforgivingly.

            When he came, Hyunjin’s name on his lips, he saw the phone light up.

H: Did you come?

A ‘one-time’ photo was attached. It was of Hyunjin smiling, his hair messed up, his eyes still wet from the excitement, and his lips red where he had been biting them as he tried not to shout Felix's name when he was coming into his fist.

F: Yes

H: Sleep well, then <3

            Felix let go of the phone and smiled fondly. Yeah, the house was getting fucking weird, and it was threatening to kill Felix out of pure frustration, but he couldn’t say he wasn’t loving it.

            That same night, a few rooms away, Chan wasn’t sleeping either, but, on the contrary of what everyone believed, he wasn’t having any fun. He finally decided to go out to get a glass of water, mostly because he felt he would drown in his bedroom if he didn’t run out of it.

            The kitchen was quiet; it was quite agreeable, but at that moment Chan would have preferred any of the other members being there so he had an excuse to fill the silence and get out of his head.

            Then he heard a door opening, just by the sound of the steps, he knew it was Seungmin. He realized that out of everyone, he really wanted to talk to Seungmin, so he was quite sad when he didn’t hear the steps coming towards the kitchen. Shily, like he was a kid doing something wrong, he went after those sounds. He found Seungmin at his door, just about to close it.

            “Chan?” he said, opening the door again.

            “Hey.”

            “What’s wrong?”

            “Nothing.”

            “Then?” Seungmin wasn’t patient, and he was starting to move on the spot already. Chan was feeling too shy to look him in the eyes, which seemed to make Seungmin more impatient. “Are you overthinking again?”

            Chan nodded, and Seungmin took him by the hand. Chan looked at how their palms fit and let Seungmin take him into the room. Everyone knew it already, and no one did at the same time, that some nights Chan’s anxiety would get very rough and he would knock on Seungmin’s room. They would cuddle for some time, then Chan would go back to his room.

            So Seungmin wasn’t surprised when Chan fell into his bed like it was his own, opening his arms for Seungmin to fit into them. Seungmin rolled his eyes and whispered some protest without any feeling behind it before sitting and, finally, lying next to Chan, letting himself be trapped between his strong arms.

            Chan hadn’t been looking for anything else that night, nor ever when he had been in Seungmin’s room before. Just grateful that Seungmin would lose sleep to calm him down. But that night, they hadn’t taken into account the door that had been opened in the house; they hadn’t thought about how they knew now how the other lips felt, how they tasted.

            It was only natural, when Chan had Seungmin between his arms, to kiss his neck; the skin there was always so tempting for him. Seungmin didn’t move away, so he kissed her again for a little longer, and at that, Seungmin turned to face him.

            “Chan,” he said, it wasn’t a question, it wasn’t a protest either.

            Chan only looked at him, eyes open in a questioning look. Seungmin looked down at his lips, then up to his eyes. Seungmin would always say that it was only Chan’s arms that tempted him, but it was far from the truth. Under those eyes, he felt so small, like he would never be anything but a trainee, and, at the same time, he felt like that man would hang the stars on his name, would protect him and kill for him; it made him sick with power, having Chan’s eyes on him.

            He looked back down at his lips then, and he moved forward; he didn’t expect Chan to move back.

            “Sorry.” Seungmin's heart shattered; oh, so it had all been a hallucination? “Seungmin, if I kiss you now,” Chan followed quickly, seeing Seungmin's hurt expression. “It’s not going to be easy for me to keep it clean.”

            “Clean?” Seungmin asked and swallowed. He thought he knew what Chan was saying. He was more than okay with not keeping it clean. When Chan took a little more time to answer that Seungmin was willing to give, Seungmin took him by his pajama’s t-shirt and kept him in place to kiss him.

            Chan was always sweet with him, but he also knew how he liked being manhandled, and he wasn’t going to let the opportunity pass him by. Without stopping the kiss, he moved Seungmin so that he was under him. He expertly started to undo his pajama buttons, kissing down his neck. He pinned him to the bed when Seungmin started squirming.

               “Be good,” Chan said, tilting his head and looking at his eyes. Seungmin whined, and Chan quickly moved to give him a sweet kiss. “What do you want me to do, Seungmin?”

            “What do you want to do, Chan?” Seungmin asked, always caring for him.

            “I want to be inside you so bad, Minnie,” Chan answered, still hovering over him, the distance too great for either. Seungmin nodded enthusiastically. He let Chan touch him all over, kiss every inch of his skin, whisper sweet nothings into his ear, say things he would never forget like ‘I need you, Seungmin’ or ‘You are always there to catch me, aren’t you?’; he was so sweet, prepping him with his mouth and biting at his thighs only with enough force to make Seungmin feel it, but never to hurt.  

            When he was about to enter him, Seungmin moved away, and Chan got a little worried. “Do I stop?” he asked. Seungmin shook his head, but looked away. “Hey, Seungmin, what’s the matter?” Chan said, coming closer to him, using his hand to move Seungmin’s head so Chan could look at his eyes. Seungmin resisted, and Chan used a little more force; he saw Seungmin’s smile. “Seungmin, tell me or-”

            “Or?” Seungmin asked, looking at him. He wrapped his legs around Chan’s waist. “I…” Seungmin looked down again, “I want you to be a little rougher,” he finally said.

            Chan swallowed. Short after that, Seungmin was face down, biting at the sheets, ass in the air, back bended in a precious curve. Chan’s hands were on his hip and neck, keeping him like that, the rhythm of his thrusts deadly. Chan was keeping his hips too high for Seungmin's dick to even be rubbing against the bed, making it impossible for him to relieve himself; he was embarrassed and whining.

            “You look so perfect,” Chan whispered in his ear. “You should be like this in my bed. Always.”

            Seungmin couldn’t answer, but Chan, merciful as he was, moved the hand from his neck and started to touch him, slowly moving his hand down the span of his back, taking him by both hips for a couple of very deep thrusts, and finally grabbing his dick.

               "Chan” Seungmin said, again, it wasn’t a question or a protest. Chan hummed at hearing his name. Soon after, it was the only sound in the room, a chanting filling everything, that was muttered by Chan, almost shouting Seungmin’s name as he came deep into him at the same time that Seungmin lost his balance, coming all over his bed.

            They kissed after it, took a short shower, and changed the bedsheets. Seungmin, for the first time, slept in Chan’s embrace.

            After that night, Felix was far less annoyed by the sight of the others kissing. He himself finally realized that he didn’t have to wait for anyone to kiss him, and that he could just walk to them and kiss them, as he had proved himself the next morning when he found Seungmin having breakfast while scrolling on his phone and simply made him stop looking at it, moving it down with his hand.

            “Can I kiss you?” Felix asked, Seungmin looked at him, confused, but slowly nodded nonetheless. Felix smiled as he bent to give Seungmin a soft peck.

            “What’s with you today?” Seungmin asked.

            “I was feeling left apart.”

            “I wish I were being left apart,” Seungmin retorted.

            “No, you don’t. You’re fucking Chan, I wish I was fucking Chan.”

            “I’m not fucking Chan.”

            “No one is fucking Chan; it’s on the rules!” Changbin shouted from the living room.

            “Apart from me!” Jisung answered for where he was sitting on Changbin’s lap, slowly moving his hips in little circles as if, like that, the rest weren’t going to see what he was really trying to do.

            “That’s not the point…” Seungmin whispered, a hand massaging his temple. “For better or worse, no one is being left out of this madness, Felix,” he said, a hand on Felix's cheek. “Not even Changbin!” he added, shouting. Felix walked out of the room as Changbin stomped in.

            Late that night, Changbin had been sitting on the couch, it was really late, and everyone was in bed, which brought in a silence that wasn’t common in the house. He stretched and let out a quiet sound of satisfaction. He had been pretty hard on himself at the gym that day and was starting to hurt all over; what Jisung had been doing to him on the couch earlier hadn’t helped either. He was thinking about leaving a message on the bubble when he noticed someone sitting next to him.

            “Hey,” he said. Chan didn’t verbally answer, just smiled, raising his chin and closing his eyes. He let himself fall into the back of the couch, extending his arms over it; he didn’t open his eyes again. Changbin understood pretty quickly that what Chan was looking for in the living room was the same thing he was enjoying.

            “This is so rare,” Chan whispered after around ten minutes of comfortable silence, “the house is even more lively nowadays.”

            “And whose fault is that?” Changbin couldn’t resist saying, he could feel Chan tensing then. He sometimes forgot that, even when he wasn’t acting like it, all Chan did was worry; he felt a little shitty for having been so crude. “I’m sorry, it was a joke.”

            “Okay,” Chan answered quickly, and fell into silence again, but Changbin could feel the mood had changed; now, Chan was overthinking, his jaw tense and his eyes closed more tightly than usual.

            “Chan, stop that.”

            “I’m not doing anything.”

            “You’re thinking too much.”

            “That’s not what you just said.”

            “I didn’t say anything, I was joking,” Changbin apologized again.

            “No, but you’re right, I have to stop this.”

            Was it selfish? Yeah, sure as hell, but Changbin knew that if Chan told them to put a stop to whatever they were doing, they would do without hesitation., Changbin had just fucked Jeongin senseless against his wardrobe; he didn’t want Chan to end anything.

            “No, no,” he answered quickly, which made Chan open his eyes. “Nothing is wrong; we don’t have to stop anything. I was just joking, Chan.” Chan didn’t look convinced. “Look, is it scary? Yeah. But maybe it was doomed to happen.”

            “You’re not making me less scared, Changbin.”

            “Were your eyes closed so tight before that night, Chan? Come on, Jisung and Minho were practically dating already, and Minho didn’t waste any opportunity to fuck you, which each look.” Chan shivered. “And I’d put my hand on the fire that Felix and Hyunjin were already fucking behind our backs.”

            “That’s not helping!” Chan sounded desperate now.

            “What I mean is… at least we know about it all now? We all know, so we can control it better?”

            “Are you asking me?”

            “We can control it better. And, fuck, I’m not going to lie, but being able to kiss you all is kinda the best thing ever.”

            “You haven’t kissed me,” Chan said, feeling somehow a little relieved after hearing Changbin’s nonsense.

            “You’re so fucking horny, dude,” Changbin said, throwing a pillow at him and laughing. Chan caught the pillow and threw it aside, coming forward to catch Changbin in a hug that made the other fall sideways into the couch. “Get away from me!”

            “But you’re so bad at comforting, Changbin; the least you can do is give me a hug,” Chan said, laughing and hugging him tightly so he couldn’t escape. Changbin finally surrounded and stopped fighting the hug, smiling at Chan; looking at him now that he was closer, Changbin could see he had been on the verge of tearing up. He clicked his tongue and gave Chan a forehead kiss.

            “There you have your kiss.”

            “You’re the best, Binnie.”  Changbin rolled his eyes, but he was still smiling; they stayed like that for a while, being able to enjoy the silence again; then Chan took a deep breath and let go of Changbin, standing up.  “Time to go to bed,” he said as a goodbye.

            After Chan had stood up, Changbin could feel the warmth leaving him; he got that feeling everyone in the group got when Chan stopped hugging them, stopped looking at them. He felt alone, cold; his hand chased after the sun that was warming him, the cloud that was shielding him, the armor, and the fluff.

            “Hey,” he said. Chan looked at him worried, probably thinking Changbin was going to say something against the situation again. Changbin grabbed his wrist and tugged on him so he would come closer again. Chan didn’t collaborate, though; he looked back at the corridor to his bedroom and didn’t budge. Changbin tugged again, and Chan looked back at him, smiling but still confused. “You’re doing great, you know that, right?” Changbin said, and Chan’s shoulders relaxed. He moved forward then, but didn’t say anything. “We all know you’re doing your best to protect us,” Changbin added, “and it's enough”.

            Great, he had made Chan cry. He stood up and hugged Chan close, with more force than when they were on the couch. Chan sniffled and used the bottom of his hand to clean his tears. Changbin let go of him a little, and he would say something possessed him when he saw Chan like that, so vulnerable and open, eyes a little red and puffy, smile dropped, making himself look smaller; he wasn’t the best of them, wasn’t any less prone to temptation, so he kissed Chan.

            Chan tried to step back after feeling Changbin’s lips and Changbin let go of him, but Chan didn’t go too far away.

            “You kissed me?”

            “You shouldn’t wear that face around if you don’t want that,” Changbin said, looking at the floor.

            “I was crying?” Chan answered, confused.

            “Look, I’m sorry.”

            “It’s okay,” Chan answered immediately, and came closer again. “But I’m not going to cry to satisfy whatever weird kink you got going on.”

            “Shut up,” Changbin said and kissed him again, for longer now, with more intent.

            “I’m going back to bed now,” Chan whispered against his lips when they separated, his hands framing Changbin’s face.

            “Yeah, that’s for the best, I think.”

            “You can come if you want to,” Chan said, and then raised his hands in self-defense when he saw Changbin opening his eyes wide and looking around for something, probably the rules notebook. “I’m not offering sex,” he clarified.

            “And I won’t take it unless you’re crying,” Changbin joked. Chan punched him in the arm. “I’m not opposed to some platonic cuddles, though”.

            “Are you trying to make this less gay now?” Chan laughed. “Come on, I saw you making out with Felix this afternoon,” he said, and they started moving towards Chan’s room.

            “I’m not trying to make that less gay. Just cuddling with you at night.”

            “You just kissed me twice, though,” Chan answered. They were already at Chan’s room.

            “Once again, that’s not the part I’m covering for.”

            Chan rolled his eyes and flopped into his side of the bed, kicking down the covers. “Come here, you big homosexual.”

            Changbin laughed as he sat at the other side, stretching once again. He felt Chan’s eyes on him.

            “You like what you see?”

            “Who wouldn’t?” Chan answered.

            “You can touch,” Changbin whispered, taking his t-shirt off, but too shy to look back at Chan.

            “I intend to,” Chan answered, crawling closer to him. He hugged him from behind and dragged him into the bed. “Night, night, Changbin.”

            “I want to touch too,” Changbin whispered.

            Chan laughed a little and let go of him to take his own t-shirt off. “So needy,” he whispered in Changbin’s ear, making him shiver, and brought him closer again.

            “You shut up,” Changbin said, turning around and letting Chan burrow himself in his chest. “Goodnight.” Chan smiled and put one leg between Changbin’s.

            Chan was still only half asleep when he heard a knock on the door. Changbin grunted; the knocking persisted.

            “What?” Chan asked in a deep voice that made Changbin twitch a little, “Is the house burning?”

            “Hey, Chan, can I come in?” It was Jisung talking. Chan’s heart melted immediately. Changbin knew then that he wasn’t going to get a good night of sleep, but still tried to keep very still and closed his eyes very hard.

            “Come in, Jisung.”

            “Hey, Chan,” he said, closing the door behind him. “I was feeling lonely”. Chan hummed as an answer, and Jisung got into the bed. He touched Changbin first because he was closer to the door; Jisung realized that if that was Chan, then his body was all wrong. He got scared and shouted, startling Changbin completely awake. Jisung jumped out of the bed. “What the fuck!”

            “Ssh,” Chan whispered.

            “Fucking annoying,” Changbin muttered, going back to holding Chan and trying to sleep. At hearing his voice, Jisung relaxed.

            “Oh, it’s a pajama party, nice!” Jisung got into the bed again, hugging Changbin’s back. “Oh, are you undressed?”

            “Just our shirts are off,” Chan said, and moved his hand to Jisung’s back to bring Jisung closer.

            “You broke rule number two that fast?” Jisung asked, letting himself be moved closer and throwing his leg over the two boys.

            “No,” Changbin said, going back to a sleepy state. “Not that I didn’t try to,” he continued, a heavy silence fell into the room. “I’m joking”.

            “You’re not,” Jisung said, chuckling a little.

            “Let’s go to sleep,” Chan whispered, head buried on Changbin’s chest again.

            “But I’m horny,” Jisung whispered back.

            “Weren’t you lonely?” Changbin said back to him.

            “And horny,” Jisung answered.

            “We got a peaceful, not rule-breaking, good night of sleep going on here, Jisung,” Chan said back to him, a hand still caressing his back.

            “You both can fuck me without breaking any rules!” Jisung sounded like he had had the best realization ever.

            “God, first thing tomorrow I’m writing ten more rules. At least.” Changbin answered, sounding exasperated, but he turned to face Jisung.

            “Good thing you’re not going to do it now, then,” Jisung answered quickly before Changbin kissed him.

            “I really, really, wanted to sleep,” Chan protested from behind them, but slowly started to grind onto Changbin.

            Soon enough, Jisung made his way to the middle of the three, beaming with each kiss he received, adoring being the center of attention. He stilled for a moment when Changbin got him out of his pants, kissing at his thighs and down further till he was biting at his cheeks, a leg over each of his shoulders. Chan was lazily stroking his dick while he touched himself, giving him little pecks that made Jisung chase him for a better kiss.

            When Changbin started eating him out, Jisung tried to incorporate to be able to see. “Get the fuck down, Jisung,” Changbin protested and tried to push him back. Chan laughed and straddled Jisung so he couldn’t get up, which made Jisung whine at the loss of contact with Chan's dick. “Needy,” Changbin whispered in an affectionate tone and replaced Chan’s hand.

            Like that, at the same time he touched Jisung, he was caressing Chan’s ass, which made him think about a little gap in the rules he was being insistent in maintaining.

            “Can I fuck you, Chan?” he asked, Jisung’s ass still around his face. Jisung moved his hips against him when he heard it; Chan tensed, his long back getting straighter as a shiver crossed it.

            “Yeah,” Chan said in a low whisper. When he turned to see Changbin, he could see red high in his ears, even if the lights were low. Changbin smiled at him, went back to eating Jisung out, spreading his cheeks and, once again, forgetting about his dick. Chan bent over so he could kiss Jisung. Changbin moved a hand to Chan’s ass, a promise for later.

            A little later, Chan got impatient, he started to crawl downwards Jisung’s body, pushing Changbin away despite his protests and occupying his place between Jisung’s legs.

            “If you want to fuck me, start prepping me,” Chan demanded. Changbin couldn’t deny hearing that it was hot as fuck. He stopped feeling bad about being pushed far from Jisung’s cheeks when he was presented with Chan’s plum ass giggling in front of him. The first thing he did was bite it; he was only human.

            Was it weird comparing how Chan and Jisung taste? Yeah, but he couldn’t stop himself for doing so as he held open Chan’s cheeks, slowly working his tongue around his rim, he took as long as he could, till Chan was, once again, protesting and demanding Changbin to be quick and maybe he added a little “please” at the end when he felt that he was being rude, but Changbin opted to ignore it, he had always liked it better when Chan was demanding of them, a true hyung.

            Having two fingers inside Chan wasn’t something Changbin had ever thought he would do, doing it while Chan was fingering Jisung… well, that had only happened once in a dream.

            “Chan…” Jisung was whining a little later. Chan was three fingers deep into him, slowly curling his fingers from time to time, being sure to stretch Jisung as much as possible, while sucking lightly on his dick. Changbin wasn’t jealous of Jisung; he would probably die under the same treatment.

            On his end, he didn’t want to wait any longer, so he repeated Jisung’s word: “Chan”, which made Chan look back slowly. Changbin grabbed at his fully hard dick, “Can I now?”

            “Let me get in Jisung first,” he said, smiling, as if he was talking about lunch and not proposing one of the hottest things that had ever happened to Changbin.

            Being inside Chan was demanding, even more so than he had thought. Chan set a killing rhythm, fucking long and deep into Jisung, taking Changbin with him, then pulling almost completely out and into Changbin’s dick. Changbin didn’t have the opportunity to set his own pace, biting Chan’s shoulder to both try to make him slow down and make himself last longer. Jisung's long, high moans weren’t helping any of those missions.

            “Chan, fuck, Chan, slow down,” he mumbled against his shoulder, where he was still biting. Chan let out a soundless laugh and moved his hand to Changbin’s ass, pulling him closer and deeper, moving his hips in a slow circle at the same time; he didn’t slow down.

            Thankfully for his ego, Jisung was the first to come, moans swallowed in Chan’s mouth as he painted both their bellies. He wasn’t silent for a long time, though; just a few seconds after, he was whispering in Chan’s ear in between moans. “Come on, Chan, come inside me, Chan, I've been thinking about your cum inside me for so long.”

           Chan rhythm picked up, he was breathing heavily on Jisung’s ear, biting it and sucking on it as he tried to last just a little longer so he wouldn’t lose the feeling of Jisung around his dick while he felt Changbin’s thick dick inside him.

           “Fill me up,” Jisung whispered, and Chan let out a low moan as he came inside Jisung, spasming around Changbin’s dick and making him come too, deep inside him as he bit down on his neck, leaving a mark on Chan that wouldn’t go away for weeks.

            “Fuck, Jisung, you can’t say things like that,” Changbin protested, getting out of Chan. He touched his stretched rim, and Chan batted his hand away. Changbin smiled, and Jisung laughed a little. He let himself fall sideways next to Jisung. Chan moved so he could fall on top of Changbin and not crush Jisung. He kissed Changbin long and slow. Jisung rested his head in his hand as he turned sideways to look at them.

            “You two are so sexy,” he said, starting to caress Chan’s back. “You should let the others see you fuck.”

            “That’s going to be rule three.”

            “Are you making it mandatory?” Chan asked, looking surprised.

            “I’m going to prohibit voyeurism.”

            “Over my dead body, I’ve seen how you look at Hyunjin, Changbin, everyone has heard how you talk to him, and I’m going to try hard as hell to see it when it happens.”

            Changbin only rolled his eyes. He pushed carefully at Chan, so he moved from where he was on top of him. “Let me get some towels for you,” he said, getting up.

            “What a gentleman,” Chan teased, and Changbin poked him on the side, making him squirm and laugh.

            When he came back with warm towels, they both were asleep with Jisung sleeping in Chan’s arms; he carefully started cleaning both of them, asleep they both were as whiny as the other, which made Changbin smile. After it, he took a shower. When he stepped out, Chan was at the bathroom door.

            “What are you doing there?” Changbin asked, grinning.

            “Waiting,” Chan answered. “And watching,” he smiled.

            “You want to take a shower?” Chan nodded in answer. “Come here,” Changbin said and added, “Please.” Chan smiled and walked into Changbin’s arms, kissing his neck. “I can help you,” Changbin whispered. Chan nodded, caressing his neck with his nose. He let Changbin shower him and, between kisses and soapy caressing, the shower took longer than Chan had wanted at the start, but he didn’t mind, not with how caring and warm Changbin was being.

            After it, they both got into the bed, Jisung hadn’t even moved a little, Jisung grabbed at Chan as fast as he could and installed himself in an awful position that Chan had to correct in fear that Jisung was going to break his neck, putting Jisung’s head on top of his own chest and opening his other arm so Changbin could get in there too, he happily did.

            The next day, Jisung woke up in time to see Changbin giving them each a forehead kiss before leaving, probably for an early gym workout. He noticed Chan was also awake.

            “It was very nice last night,” Jisung told him in a whisper. Chan hummed happily. “Minho told me I should tell you…, so I’m telling you: that night it was my first time.”

            “Hmm,” Chan answered at first, then processed the words and almost jumped out of the bed, knocking Jisung on the head in the process. He ended up sitting, fully awake. “What? What, wha-?”

            “Yeah, I guessed you were going to react like that.”

            “Oh god, I’m going to puke,” Chan murmured. “Fuck, Jisung, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know, it should-”

            “Hey, relax, Chan; you’re too old, you will get a heart attack.”

            “Ha, ha, Jisung. This is serious, it should have been only Minho then…”

            “You should have only fucked Minho?”

            “No, you idiot,” Chan said, looking back at Jisung for the first time since he had been scared shitless. He looked hurt. “You should have been with Minho only.”

            “Why?”

            “You love Minho.”

            “I really do, yeah.”

            “So?”

            “I really love you too.”

            “That’s not the same type of love.”

            “Chan, that’s not for you to decide,” Jisung said, and for once, he was completely serious. “My first time was with two of the people I love the most in the whole world, not only that, but it was fucking fantastic. Listen,” he continued, a hand on Chan’s mouth as he saw that he was about to protest, “I knew that you would overreact, that’s why I didn’t want to tell you; but now that I know you thought I didn’t love you, I’m grateful that I did tell you. I love you, Chan. We all do.” Jisung could see Chan tearing up. He brought him closer and kissed his cheeks, then his eyelids when he closed his eyes. “You look like Felix.”

            “I love you too, Jisung. Love you all.”

            “We know.”

            They went outside to have breakfast after some cuddle time. Everyone was outside and could see Chan had been crying, so everyone started teasing Jisung for making the leader cry, which almost made Chan start tearing up again. At the end, they all could have breakfast, and no one looked surprised anymore when, after Changbin arrived from the gym, he made his turn around the table, giving a kiss to each one. He looked for a little longer at Chan, and Seungmin and Minho, always sharp, realized what had happened last night.

            “Who’s missing, Chan?” Minho asked, sharp tongue but not malice being it; they all laughed when Jeongin and Felix raised their hands quickly.

            “Hey,” Chan said, his mood better after having breakfast, “it’s you all that keep crawling into my bed, I’m sorry I’m so irresistible,” he said, they laughed again.

            “I’m buying a latch for your door,” Seungmin said.

            “One for his pants would be better,” Hyunjin said. Changbin laughed so hard he slapped the table, making Felix’s cup spill.

            “Hey!” Felix protested, still laughing. Changbin hurried to his side and cleaned it with some napkins, kissing his cheek as an apology.

            They got even more handsy after that day; they would kiss under any circumstance and doors would be opened and closed every night, piles of them in the same bed sleeping soundly; gladly for everyone, no one was having sex on the common areas, and the kissing had been turned into something more chaste on public spaces, so even if the mood was still charged and the touches still made their skin shiver, the air in the house became breathable again and Chan started sleeping again, better than ever, normally with one of more of his boys in his bed with him.

            But, at a fan meeting, he got angsty, preoccupied that everyone would see, that they would know, because Minho’s hand on Jisung’s knee was higher than normal and too showy, because Hyunjin was too tightly wrapped around Felix, because he, himself, was touching Seungmin too much despite trying to avoid touching any of them completely.

            After that, he got distant for a couple of days. The first night, he said he wasn’t feeling great and bolted his room for the night. The next day, Minho hit him on the back of his head and told him to stop bottling up his big, anxious feelings. Chan tried to do so, but it was easier said than done; Minho kissed him and offered a massage while Chan told him about his fears; Minho told him they could do nothing about it, but be careful; he assured Chan that nothing had drastically changed from other fan meetings, and even showed Chan some old videos, which made Chan laugh.

            “We weren’t subtle even before we knew what we wanted,” Chan said, smiling a little for the first time in two days.

            “I had known what I wanted for a long time.”

            “Yeah, yeah, I could tell.”

            “And yet I had to get you drunk to get into your pants.”

            “Ah, you wanted me?”

            “Fuck off, Chan, you’re not pulling this shit on me, too. I think I’ve been pretty obvious since day one.”

            “Since day one?” Chan asked. Minho nodded. “Fuck, I’m slow then.”

            “When did you realize?”

            “Probably when you told me to fuck you ‘already’.” Chan looked away for a moment. “Nah, probably like ten seconds ago when you told me.”

            “You’re so dumb, Chan,” Minho said, kissing him.

That night, Chan’s door was open, but he didn’t expect Felix to walk into it; he was wearing long pajamas and his long hair loose.

            “Hey, Chan.”

            “Hey, Felix,” Chan said, and moved the covers to show the bed to Feli. Felix happily walked into it.

            “I was thinking too much,” Felix said, covering himself and snuggling into Chan’s arms. Chan could see he had been crying.

            “It’s okay, I’m here. You can relax.”

            “I can’t let you do all the overthinking,” Felix said, smiling.

            Chan gave him a forehead kiss, and they fell asleep like that. The next morning, Chan woke up almost suffocated under Felix's chest on his face; he wasn’t sure how he could have gotten there.

            “Felix, babe, move.”

            “Princess,” Felix whispered.

            “Princess?” Chan repeated, amused as he moved Felix so he could breathe. Felix only hummed in response. “Princess” Chan repeated, and Felix smiled.

            That afternoon wasn’t easy at dance practice for Felix. He was making the same mistake take after take, and he could feel Minho getting angrier each time, even if he was doing his best not to be too mean towards Felix. When they finally finished and everyone had left the room, Felix sat on the floor, breathing rapidly, tears in his eyes.

            Of course, the first to realize someone was missing was Chan, and he was back in the practice room almost immediately. Felix spoke without even looking up at him.

            “Am I not good enough?”

            Chan fell to his knees next to him, bringing him close in a hug. 

            “You are. Breathe with me, Felix,” he said, worried that Felix was going to have a panic attack.

            “I dragged you all down today.”

            “It’s only a rehearsal.”

            “I should have done better even if it was,” Felix retorted and started quietly sobbing again. Chan kissed his high cheekbones and patted his head slowly.

            “We are all humans, Felix.”

            Felix didn’t answer that, just kept crying on Chan’s shoulder; after ten minutes of silence, only broken by Felix's puffs and whines and Chan’s reassuring shh-s and “It’s okay”, Felix spoke again.

            “Why didn’t you fuck me last night?” he whispered. Chan was left without words, didn’t really think something like that could also be going around and weighing on Felix's mind.

            “I don’t know?” he answered, confused.

            “Am I the only one?”

            “Felix, what are you talking about?”

            “I’m not good enough for you to fuck?”

            “Felix” Chan was angry now, angry at the way Felix was talking about himself but also at the implication that he was only ‘fucking’ the team members as some kind of sick competition between them, “you better watch what you’re saying.”

            “I’m sorry,” Felix cried again. “I’m sorry.”

            “Come here,” Chan hugged him again. “It’s not some test, Felix; is not a competition or whatever your head is telling you it is.”

            “I know, I know.”

            “You were crying last night,” Chan continued. “Did you really want to have sex then?” Felix shook his head. “We all have to talk about this,” Chan whispered, his chin resting on top of Felix's head.

            Felix knew it was necessary, so he reprimed his initial need to scream, ‘No, please, I’ll die of embarrassment.’ Instead, he kissed Chan’s neck, and again when it made Chan shiver. Slowly, it turned more heated, with Felix giving full mouth-opened kisses to Chan’s neck, making him squirm. He sucked a little, and that made Chan talk.

            “Be careful of leaving a mark there,” Chan said, aware that mere centimeters down where Felix's mouth was, Changbin’s mark still stood proud and bold.

            “Can I leave one in another place?” Felix asked, with big eyes, looking at Chan from under.    

            “Fuck,” was Chan's only answer. He grabbed him by the chin and tilted his head for a kiss. Felix moved his hands from Chan’s shoulders all the way down till he could touch his bulge and notice Chan was getting hard. He smirked.

            “You didn’t answer me,” Felix said, getting cheeky. Felix moved his hands again to Chan’s shoulders and started slowly moving them down around his body. “Here?” he asked, a hand over his chest, only lightly grazing his nipple. “And here?” he said, moving the other down to his navel. “Or here?” he asked, a hand in his thigh.

            “Come here,” Chan said, taking him by the wrist and making him stand up, “princess.” The rough treatment was far from that used on a princess, the word making Felix go completely red.

            They passed through the living room without paying much attention to anyone, till Felix's eyes made contact with Hyunjin; only a look was enough to make Hyunjin stand up and follow them.

            He could hear Jeongin saying, “Chan is implacable.” And Seungmin and Changbin are crying something about rule number two not being respected, ironic coming from them. Minho and Jisung looked at each other, debating without words if they could discreetly follow them to the room too.

            Hyunjin was like a starved lion; he had Felix undressed on the bed and eating his mouth out and rutting against him in mere seconds. He himself was still fully dressed, Chan was mouthing at his neck as he caressed Felix’s thigh, his slow rhythm contrasting greatly with that of Hyunjin.

            “Felix, princess, I’ve been thinking so much about this,” Hyunjin said. Chan realized where the nickname came from and smiled. “Let me be inside you, let me fill you up, yeah?”

            Felix nodded and looked at Chan. Chan made a movement to leave the bed, and both reached for him, stopping him by grabbing him from where they could and making him stay on the bed.

            “Don’t go, please,” Felix said. Chan could see that Felix's eyes were still wet, or maybe wet again.

            “Stay,” Hyunjin asked, and moved so he could kiss Chan deeply, making him sit on the bed.

            Chan hadn’t thought he was a voyeur, but, once again, he hadn’t thought he was going to be presented with the image of Felix's pale body being lifted out of the bed by Hyunjin’s big hands by the hips as he adjusted him so he could rub his dick over his hole.

            “Are you going to fuck me, Hyunjin?” Felix asked. Chan was slowly touching himself, but he stopped at the idea of Hyunjin fucking Felix without any preparation. Instead of answering, Hyunjin spat on Felix's hole and started rubbing the spit with two of his fingers.

            “Do you want it to hurt, princess?” Felix looked away, but slowly nodded. “Use your words.” 

Felix looked at Chan as he answered, “Yes.” Hyunjin smiled and thrust both his fingers inside. Felix grabbed fistfuls of the sheets as a little cry left his mouth.  “I won’t hurt you too much, my princess, but you should be careful what you wish for. I want nothing but to cum deep into you as soon as possible.”

            Chan didn’t realize he was biting at his own lip till he felt it starting to break.

            Hyunjin was true to his promise, and soon enough, he was fucking deep into Felix. He had positioned him sideways, with a leg between his, and the other stretched against Hyunjin’s chest. Felix was letting out little gasps with each thrust, holding onto the bedframe so he wouldn’t hit it with the force of Hyunjin’s thrusts, some tears falling down his face. Chan couldn’t close his mouth.

            “You look beautiful,” Chan whispered, and Hyunjin looked at him. He looked angry at first, then he smiled. Hyunjin didn’t pay him any more attention. Chan liked that, felt relaxed that he wasn’t being watched.

            It didn’t take long for Hyunjin to come, his breath hitched, his hair a mess. Felix protested the loss when Hyunjin let go of his leg and moved away.

            “Go to Chan, princess”, Hyunjin whispered in his ear. Chan didn’t expect it, but before he could think about it, Felix was crawling to him. Chan rested against the headboard as Felix sat and sank in his dick without warning, making Chan almost come instantly. He could feel how loose and wet Felix was from Hyunjin’s use.

            “Ssh,” he said, gabbing Felix’s hips, he mouthed at his ear. “I like it slow,” he whispered, biting at his lobe, tracing the shape of his ear with his tongue; he wanted to wipe Felix's tears away, but his hands were occupied holding Felix, who had been on the verge of coming for minutes, down, not allowing him to move.

            Hyunjin snickered behind them. He was lying there, lightly and slowly caressing Felix’s back, almost not touching it. Felix was shivering, tearing up again out of frustration.

            Chan set up the pace, as he had promised; it was slow and felt like torture, but it was, at the same time, the closest Felix had ever felt to ecstasy. Slowly, Chan started picking a faster rhythm, but never fast enough. He wasn’t sure when he started begging, but ‘please’ and ‘I’ll be good’ started leaving his mouth, first in whispers, shamefully, then at full volume as tears streamed down his face; Chan kissed those tears but didn’t do anything to alleviate the pain he was feeling. It was in a lucid moment that he realized it wasn’t Chan denying him of his orgasm, but Hyunjin, who would answer with a shake of his head each time Chan would look at him when Felix begged to come.

            “Hyunjin”, Felix said, voice still begging.

            “What’s the matter, princess?” Hyunjin asked and stopped caressing his back. “Aren’t you enjoying Chan?” Felix shook his head .“Why?”

            “I want to come.”

            “But you didn’t want to come that bad on my dick, Lixie… that makes me sad.”

            “I’m sorry.”

            “Hm, you should be, made me mad,” Hyunjin said, coming closer to him. “But I forgive you, princess.”

            Felix could only answer with a moan when Chan’s hips pistoned as Hyunjin started rapidly pumping his dick. Felix vision went white for a moment, he thought he had passed out, he felt like he would never go back to reality again, he was still crying; when he came back he was still sitting in Chan’s very hard dick, but now his own painful arousal was gone and for the first time he could feel how full he was, how deep Chan was inside him and how much he stretched him even after what seemed like hours of fucking with him and Hyunjin.

            “Felix, will you make me come too?” Chan asked, and Felix nodded. “Good boy,” Chan answered, and Felix smiled as Chan kissed his chin and then his wet cheeks.

Chan let go of Felix’s hips and moved Felix’s hands to his shoulders, then winked and waited. Felix took a deep breath and started moving on his own. He could still feel the heat of Chan’s hand on his hips; his spent cock bounced up and down as he picked up a steady rhythm that Chan disturbed from time to time, thrusting deeper and at an angle that made Felix feel overstimulated all over.

            “Come on, princess, I’m not going to come like that,” Chan whispered in his ear and thrusted again. Felix moved faster, making Chan smile, and seeing it made him smile too. Chan moved his hands behind his head, making his chest open and his arms flex, Felix took the opportunity to bite at his chest, making Chan gasp, he moved his hands to Chan’s biceps, caressing them, played the same game Chan had and started mouthing at his ear and neck, that made the trick and Chan was dissolving into ‘fuck’s and ‘Felix’s withing seconds. Hyunjin laughed as Chan used his strength to throw Felix off him and started fucking him into the mattress, coming deep into him within seconds.

            After it, Hyunjin lay with them, smiling and hugged them closer, first Felix, then Chan.

            “You made me cry,” Felix said after a while. “That wasn’t very nice,” he said it with his best Australian accent, which made Chan laugh, but soon enough, he was apologizing and kissing Felix.

Hyunjin only said, “You like it like that,” and kissed him too.

            Felix was tired enough to call it a day and sleep right there hugging his two boys, but realistically speaking it was only around three on the afternoon, so it wasn’t weird that after a couple minutes, they were bickering about who got to use the shower first (Chan was pulling a: I’m the older one), they heard some knocking on the door.

            “Hey, you, horny idols,” Changbin cried from the door. “Are you done?”

            “What the hell do you want?” Hyunjin answered, annoyed.

            “I’m going to the gym and no one wants to come, I don’t want to go alone!”

            “Are you five?” Chan answered. “I can go, give me ten.”

            “I’m going too.”

            “Okay,” Changbin answered, and before going away, he could hear Hyunjin and Chan starting to fight again about who got to shower first. Changbin got red thinking about how sweaty and dirty they must be.

            They asked Felix if it was okay for them to leave. Felix smiled and kissed them goodbye, asking them to set an alarm for him in half an hour so he could sleep a little. They were indeed very quick, and before the alarm could sound, the three were out of the door. It was only in the gym that Chan realized he didn’t have the strength to do the full training, not even half of it, so he opted to go back home.

            There, he was pleased to find the group had formed a pile around Felix, who had moved back to the living room, and they were watching a show on TV, Minho and Jeongin criticizing everything the participants were doing.

            “Why are you back?” Seungmin asked from the kitchen. Chan walked towards him; the rest didn’t see him.

            “Hey. I was too tired to train.”

            “Aren’t you giving too much?” Seungmin asked, putting his cup down and moving further from Chan. He really wanted to have this conversation with Chan and wasn’t going to get distracted.

            “I don’t train that much.”

            “You know I’m not talking about that.”

            “You know I’ll give everything to you.”

            “You shouldn’t.” Seungmin looked down. “We’ll keep taking.”

            Chan moved uncomfortably in the same spot. He let his gym bag fall to the floor, and everyone heard it, but no one moved. “You’ll never take enough to make me empty” was all Chan could answer.

            “I’m scared, Chan, still very scared.”

            Chan walked to him, and Seungmin let himself be hugged.

            “We’ll be scared regardless. I know I’d be. At least, now we have something else to protect.”

            “We need some real rules, Chan. If you, if we, really want this to be something and for it to work.”

            “We should make that happen soon. Hear me out, let's tell everyone and talk about it when Hyunjin and Changbin are back from the gym.”

            Seungmin nodded, he went to give a kiss to Chan, then, reconsidered, and moved so it was a cheek kiss, but Chan looked at him with big puppy eyes and Seungmin kissed him on the lips; he kept the hug going for a little longer before they walked to the living room, hand in hand to tell the rest about the plan.

            Of course, Jisung had to make a group chat.

“The Talk about THE Night (and everything it came ;) after)”

Minho: That’s a fuckass long name.

Han: but it has a kick to it.

Minho: I’ll kick you.

BC: I still think a group chat was not necessary

BC: We are all home, save for Hyunjin and Changbin.

Felix: We could have told them via DM.

Han: but I love chat groups :(

Seungmin: You haven’t explained anything yet so I’m going to do it and pin the message then exit the group.

Han: NOOOO, don’t exit :(

Seungmin: ….

Seungmin: I’ll silence it.

Han: :)

Seungmin: We have to talk about all the fucking; we are doing that tonight after Hyunjin and Changbin come back from the gym (are you tired? That’s too damn bad), we have to talk feelings and really set some rules/boundaries maybe. So come prepared with tissues for Chan and Felix.

Seungmin pinned a message.

I.N: I like the group name.

Han: :)

            Hyunjin was too preoccupied with sucking at Changbin's sweaty chest to pay attention to the phone.

            “God, I’ve been dreaming about fucking you for ages,” Changbin said, his voice a whisper in the showers.

            “I know. You’re not subtle.”

            The heat was almost too much; it had been cooking for too long, the hot water not helping.

            Hyunjin fell to his knees. “You look divine,” Changbin said, moving Hyunjin’s hair out of his face. Hyunjin smiled, opening his eyes too much like he did sometimes, and kissed Changbin’s thigh. He took little time to take Changbin in his mouth. The stretch on his mouth was driving him crazy. Changbin pulling down on his hair made his eyes sparkle. Hyunjin twisted his tongue, and, as much as Changbin wanted to keep praising him, he couldn’t keep talking then.

           Hyunjin read the group chat to Changbin on the way back home.

            “Finally” was Changbin’s only answer. But Hyunjin saw his jaw tense; he didn’t speak for the rest of the ride, preoccupied with what he wanted to get out of the conversation.

            When they walked into the house it felt like it was an intervention directed to them, everyone was sitting, except from Chan, in either the sofa or a chair, perfectly still, looking at the door, no one was touching, what had always been weird but was even weirder nowadays, and Chan had even brought up a whiteboard that was standing next to him.

            “Hey,” Chan finally said, breaking the silence; they all laughed once the tension was relieved, and Hyunjin and Changbin went to sit on the two empty chairs. “So, we have to talk,” Chan said once they all were serious again.

            “Are you breaking up with us?” Minho asked.

            “Are we dating?” Jisung answered, eyes open wide with hope.

            “This is why we need an agenda. Stay quiet”, Chan said, leader's voice up. “Okay, first of all: We should all get tested and pray to god we are not passing around some STDs.”

            “What a boomer, Chan,” Changbin said.

            “Not the best opening, yeah,” Felix continued.

            “No one has fucked Jeongin or Seungmi, so at least you two are on the clear,” Jisung said, giving a thumbs up to each. He read in their panicked faces and the way the other culprit members started coughing and looking away that they were indeed not in the clear.

            “Oh god, we all are sluts” Jeongin said, covering his face.

            “Okay, once again, look at me, stop talking.” Chan even snapped his fingers, calling for their attention. “So, we are doing the tests as soon as possible. I’ll ask the company how we should go about it.” They all nodded. Seungmin was the one giving a thumbs up now. Chan wrote ‘1.STDs’ on the whiteboard, and everyone laughed. “Shut up. Second point: We are keeping the public spaces rule, not fucking on the living room or kitchen, etc.” he wrote ‘2. Public spaces’.

            “That isn’t clear enough,” Minho protested, pointing at the whiteboard.

            “Yeah,” Hyunjin said. “Ad sex.”

            “Public spaces sex is what we don’t want, Hyunjin,” Chan argued.

            “No sex in PS,” Seungmin suggested.

            “What’s PS?” Jeongin asked, knowing what PS meant.

            “Okay, shut up again.” Chan erased it and wrote: ‘2. No sex in public spaces’.

            “I want to see how many times we can make Chan write sex and fuck” Jeongin said; everyone laughed, Chan took a deep breath, and continued talking.

            “Cameras,” Chan wrote on the whiteboard: ‘3. Cameras’. “Okay, I know I’m paranoid, but you have to be careful. Last fan meeting, Changbin almost ate Minho, and Minho, your hand was in my ass the whole time, and Jeongin, you know what you were doing.” Jeongin blushed and hid again. “We have to keep this well under the radar. Yeah?” Everyone nodded. “Okay, now important ones. Shut up, I know health is important. I mean feelings ones. Are we all in this? Everyone should be comfortable. If you don’t want to be with someone, you have to say it. I don’t want anyone being pulled into something they don’t want. And we’ll talk later about your fucking kinks, we have to talk really long and deep about that.”

            “Long and deep,” Minho hummed. But quickly gave his support to Chan. “This point is really important. I want to be with all of you, and I’ll gladly talk and negotiate kinks with each of you,” he said, winking.

            One by one, they all gave their answer, to no one's surprise, everyone was really horny for everyone, and all wanted to talk as much as possible about kinks in what they were going to call: ‘The second and kinkier intervention’, which would take place the next day. Jisung changed the group name instantly.

            Chan looked at them and wrote ‘4. Kinks’, everyone seemed okay with the tag, so he kept going.

               "I don’t know how to say this, but it’s very important for me, so you'd better listen and not say a word till I’m done. This is not sex for me, not only sex, I really do love you, all of you, and it really is romantic love in there. So, if any of you only want to fuck and have a good time, that’s great, but I’m not partaking in that. I had a great conversation before, and I realized I can’t do this if it’s not for love.” He looked at them one by one when he finished. His eyes were getting wet. This was the moment he feared the most, the moment of rejection.

            “I really want to call you a crybaby,” Changbin said, but he himself was starting to tear up. “Hey, it’s also love for me, okay, I’m with Chan on this.”

            “I won’t let someone I don’t love fuck me,” Jisung said.

            “I’m really too soft for anything else,” Felix added.

            “I may have a weird way of showing it,” Minho said, looking at Jisung, who smiled, then he looked at the rest, “but I also love you all.”

            “I do too,” Jeongin said simply, scared when the words made Changbin jump at him and get him in a hug, but he relaxed on his arms before Changbin let him go and sat straight again.

            “Yeah, me too, of course. I love you all,” Hyunjin said, making a finger heart to all the others who quickly reciprocated.

            “For some twisted thing of fate, I’m also in love with you all. No hugs,” Seungmin said, but didn’t resist when Chan hugged him. He whispered, “I’m in love with you too”, noticing how Seungmin had been the only one to use that formulation, the romantic boy.

            “So, what are we?” Felix asked.

            “Pathetic, horny boys?” Minho provided.

            “As in, are we boyfriends?” Felix reformulated his question.

            “Can I call you my boyfriends?” Jisung said.

            “Not in public,” Seungmin answered, pointing at rule number 3 from under Chan’s hug.

            “I like that,” Jeongin said. “Being boyfriends. The exclusivity is also important for me.”

            “Exclusivity?” Chan asked, letting go of Seungmin. What Jeongin had said was a serious point.

            “I mean, we aren’t being very exclusive right now, Jeongin,” Felix said.

            “I don’t mean that. I mean with other people. I don’t want to be with you if you’re going to be seeing people outside us.”

            “Oh,” they all chanted, and soon enough everyone was agreeing.

            “I can’t wait to tell my mom I have seven boyfriends,” Jisung said, making them all laugh.