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You grab some popcorn and your favorite soda and settle into your bed. You’ve been excited to watch your favorite podcast all day, and you’re finally done with all your tasks for the day. You turn your TV on and turn off the lamp on your nightstand, the only light in the room coming from the screen in front of you.

You scroll through your apps until you find YouTube. You didn’t even have to go to your subscriptions tab, the video you wanted was the first one that popped up on the home page.

ODDINARY PODCAST: EPISODE 143 | THE YANG FAMILY VACATION HOUSE TRAGEDY

When you got the notification for this video this morning, you were ecstatic to say the least. Not only have you done your own research on the Yang family vacation house tragedy since it included some of your favorite artists, but it was finally being covered by a podcast you’ve been watching for a year now. 

This story broke your heart the first time you heard it. You couldn’t even believe it was real. There were so many theories circulating the internet and no one knew what to believe. You were excited to see what your favorite YouTuber thought about it.

You took a sip of your soda, threw some pieces of popcorn in your mouth and pressed play.

“Hello and welcome to the Oddinary Podcast, where I deep dive into true crime stories and all things supernatural.” The host said. “Today’s case has a mixture of both of those things, and I have been excited to make this video for a very long time.”

You lifted an eyebrow at that. How could this story have anything to do with the supernatural?

“Now, Maniacs,” You loved the name for the podcast’s fan base, it was very fitting. “You know before I get started, I have to say a few words. Please watch at your own risk. I will be discussing in detail about the crime scene, and I even have some new information that might be really hard for you all to hear. Also, I would like to give my condolences to the families of the deceased and missing.”

You could feel that familiar ache in your heart, remembering the very little details you knew about this case. You hoped that one day someone would find your favorite rapper and that he would be safe, but something was telling you that wouldn’t happen.

“Please keep in mind that any theories I may share with you are strictly theories and not facts. With that being said, let’s go ahead and jump right in, shall we?”

You munched on some more popcorn and took another sip of your soda as the short intro played. You hummed along to the music, and when your favorite YouTuber came back on screen, you raised the volume on the TV.

“One year ago in Korea, 8 friends planned a trip to a large mansion in the middle of the woods. These friends consisted of the members of a popular rap group, 3Racha—“

You exhaled deeply and looked at your 3Racha poster you still had on your bedroom door.

“CB97, SpearB, and J.One. Also known as Christopher Chahn Bahng, Seo Changbin, and Han Jisung.” You looked back at the TV and took another sip of your soda. “Yang Jeongin, the son of Yang Entertainment’s CEO, Yang Gihun, popular Korean models Lee Felix and Hwang Hyunjin, Lee Minho— a back up dancer and choreographer at Yang Entertainment, and Kim Seungmin— a young cyber security officer at Yang Entertainment.”

“According to my research, the mansion that they stayed in previously belonged to Yang Jeongin’s grandfather, Yang Minsu. After he died, Yang Gihun had inherited the house and apparently granted his son permission to take his friends there for a week-long vacation. Little did they know, they would not leave that house alive.” You grabbed a handful of popcorn and shoved it in your mouth. “After their week-long stay was supposed to end and they did not return home, it took Yang Gihun four whole days to report the crew missing.”

That piece of information always confused you when you found out about it. You thought “If my child went missing, I wouldn’t wait four days to report it. What an asshole.”

“Authorities went to each one of their homes, and obviously did not find them.” The host continued. “Thanks to Jung Wooyoung, a friend of Seo Changbin, authorities were able to determine that the crew was still at the mansion. When Wooyoung heard the news, he immediately contacted authorities and showed them Changbin’s location on his phone. Soon after, a team was sent to the mansion to do a wellness check on the crew.”

“I will be starting this part of the story with news that has already been released to the public, then I will deep dive into my own findings. The information that we know now is not detailed, so this part won’t be too graphic, but still continue at your own risk.” You started putting pieces of popcorn into your mouth one by one, not wanting the sound of your crunching to overpower the sound of the TV. “Before the search party even arrived at the house, they found the body of Christopher Bahng on the long road that led to the mansion. It was reported that he had gotten into a car accident, but no more details were given.”

You once again looked at the poster on your door and zeroed in on CB97’s beautiful face. 

“The search party immediately called for backup and continued towards the house.” You turned back towards the screen and took another sip of your soda. “When they arrived, they found the vehicle of Yang Jeongin still parked in front. Upon further inspection, they found the body of Lee Minho in the back seat. The details of his death are the only ones that we have a good amount of information on. According to reports, his blood was found at the bottom of the stairs leading into the basement of the mansion. It is believed that Minho had fallen or was pushed down the stairs, leading to a skull fracture and broken bones in his leg and his wrist. What an awful way to go, right?”

“Geez, that was kinda harsh.” You thought.

“Upon further inspection of the perimeter of the mansion, the body of Yang Jeongin was found in the lake directly behind the house. No other information was given, so most people believed he was drowned and his body was left in the water. To this day, Yang Gihun has yet to comment on the death of his son. Can you believe the nerve of this guy?” You couldn’t. “Anyway, the search party continued into the house. The front door had been left wide open, and as soon as authorities walked into the mansion, they found the bodies of Kim Seungmin and Seo Changbin in the den area on the first floor. Now this is where I started getting frustrated reading all the news articles, because not a single detail was given about the state of their bodies.”

You couldn’t help it. You looked at the poster again and sighed when you looked at SpearB’s face. At least you knew that CB97’s death had been an accident, but you didn’t know if you would ever find out how SpearB died. 

“The search party continued through the first floor until they found the next body in the kitchen.” You sighed again and hoped that your favorite Youtuber could give you some information that you didn’t already know. “The body of Lee Felix was found with a stab wound to the chest. Luckily, the weapon that was used to kill the model was still lying right next to him. Now this is where the story gets interesting and a whole hell of a lot more confusing. Apparently, the finger prints that were found on the knife belonged to none other than Christopher Bahng.”

When you first found out this piece of information, you refused to believe it. CB97 was known to be one of the most humble celebrities in the industry, and he was kind to everyone that crossed paths with him. You couldn’t believe that he was a murderer, but you had no information to back that up either.

“Now, I’m going to share with you a new piece of information that I found during my own research.” You sat up a little more in your bed, listening intently to what they were going to say. “When authorities were looking through the phones of the victims, they quickly realized that Christopher Bahng and Lee Felix were in a relationship.”

You gasped, almost choking on the piece of popcorn you were chewing on. Not only did you not know CB97 was in a relationship, you didn’t even know he was gay! You thought “Why would CB97 kill his own boyfriend? What the fuck happened in that house?”

“I’ll explain a little more about how I came across this piece of information after I get through the rest of the story, but I just had to throw that in there. Okay, moving on!” They continued. “As authorities continued through the mansion, they found the body of Hwang Hyunjin upstairs in his en suite bathroom. No details were given about his state either, so that is when I decided to do my own research. I literally couldn’t help myself guys, at this point I was getting frustrated. But anyway! As authorities continued through the mansion, they quickly realized that there was someone missing. Han Jisung.”

You already felt like you were going to cry. You paused the video and looked back at the poster, taking in J.One’s beautiful boba eyes and adorable squirrel-like cheeks.

“Where are you?” You whispered, wishing he would somehow speak to you through the picture. You held the tears in and pressed play.

“Jisung’s belongings were discovered in the home, but he was nowhere to be found.” The host said. “Once backup arrived, they searched the entire area–the woods surrounding the house, the lake, the attic, everywhere! To this day, Han Jisung is still missing, and authorities have no leads.”

You hoped that your favorite Youtuber would tell you something new, but you should’ve known it was hopeless.

“Now that we’ve got that out of the way, I’m going to go ahead and tell you the information I found out.” You groaned out loud, trying to mentally prepare yourself for what you were about to hear. “Now this is going to get really graphic and is not for those of you with a weak stomach. Please! Do yourself a favor and end this video now if you’re squeamish, I’ll give you a second… Okay that was a second, if you’re still here, good luck.”

You huffed out a weak laugh, but strapped in.

“Okay, so I knew there had to be some way to find out more information. There had to be crime scene photos, coroner reports, just something right? So, I made some calls. These calls either went unanswered or I was pretty much told to fuck off. No one was telling me anything. So, I did something I always tried my best not to do… I searched the dark web.”

You tried to take another sip of your soda, but it was empty. “Shit.” You would suffer for now; you didn’t want to wait anymore.

“Maniacs, the things I found,” They shivered dramatically. “It’s the most brutal, disturbing thing I have ever seen. Thankfully, I found every piece of information I was looking for… well, almost. I still have no idea exactly what happened in that house, but at least I found those crime scene photos, coroner reports, and police reports.”

“So, the first body found, Christopher Bahng, he was definitely in a car accident. In the crime scene photos, it looked like he had crashed his truck into a tree. Now this is the graphic part,” You always wondered if there was another driver involved in the crash, so this part was already new to you. “Christopher had apparently flown through the windshield of the vehicle and was pinned between the tree and the front of his truck.”

“Oh my god!” You shouted, covering your mouth with both hands.

“According to the reports I found, Christopher did not die on impact. He had completely shattered his spine when he hit the tree and was fully paralyzed. He had eventually died due to the blood loss, which is fucking terrifying to think about, right? I couldn’t imagine being conscious, realizing I couldn’t move at all, and slowly dying in fear.” You could feel tears stinging behind your eyelids. You couldn’t believe CB97 had died in such a horrible way. He out of all people didn’t deserve that. “He was obviously trying to flee the scene as fast as he could since he had never even put his seatbelt on, but it is unclear how the crash even happened.”

“Now we already have a decent amount of information on the death of Lee Minho, and I didn’t really find anything new about him during my research. However, the discovery of his body led to the discovery of something even more disturbing, but I’ll get to that later.” Your curiosity was at its peak. What more could there possibly be? You hoped it had something to do with J.One. “Now when it comes to the body of Yang Jeongin, the crime scene pictures almost made me puke.”

You were slightly confused, because didn’t he just drown? What else were you missing?

“Yang Jeongin did NOT just drown. The whole lower half of his body was gone!”

“What the fuck!?” You shouted, feeling chills crawl down your back.

“And it wasn’t just missing, it looked like the lower half of his body was ripped from his top half, as if something in the lake fucking ate him!” You were frozen in place, the popcorn in your lap completely forgotten. “The crazy part is, there were NO large creatures found in the lake. Authorities had no leads as to how this happened. I was hoping I would find some hidden interview with Jeongin’s father, but of course there was nothing.

“This is exactly why I boycott Yang Entertainment now.” You thought.

“The craziness doesn’t stop there, guys.” The host continued. “The bodies of Seo Changbin and Kim Seungmin were found in a state that nobody can explain. I couldn’t even wrap my head around it while looking at the crime scene photos, and I’m surprised I didn’t throw up at this point. Kim Seungmin was found with the bones in his neck and chest completely crushed. According to the coroner report, the amount of force that would’ve been used is completely unnatural, but the source could not be identified.”

“Seo Changbin was found in an even worse state with even less answers.” You were not ready for this. Your precious SpearB… “The den that the bodies were found in was COVERED in blood, like an insane amount of blood. Pretty much all the blood belonged to Changbin himself. Every single bone in his body was shattered and all the blood had been drained from his body.”

“Oh my god, no!” The tears finally fell and you paused the video. You couldn’t handle this. The sweet, silly SpearB you loved so much must have been in so much pain. You didn’t want to think of how something like that could even happen. Why was he worse off than someone in the same room as him?

You didn’t know if you could even watch anymore, you were starting to regret playing this video at all, but you pressed play anyway.

“Authorities have zero answers for the deaths of Seungmin and Changbin, but I’ll tell you guys my theories in a bit. Moving on, I don’t have any extra information when it comes to the death of Lee Felix. According to the coronor report, he was only stabbed one time, so there is some speculation that it could’ve been some kind of freak accident. I’ll tell you guys what I think about that later, too.”

“As for the death of Hwang Hyunjin, this is what actually made me throw up.” You started chewing on your fingernails in anticipation. How much worse could it get? “Before I get into the details of Hwang Hyunjin’s death, I want you guys to take a look at his face.”

A picture of the man appeared on the screen.

You’ve seen his face before, he was gorgeous. You understood how he was one of the most famous models in Korea, along with his friend Felix. You weren’t the biggest fan of his personality, since he was obviously very vain and conceited. You wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt because you thought you would be the same way if you looked like that, but it still made you feel uneasy.

“He was ridiculously beautiful right? Well, in his crime scene photos, that beautiful face was completely gone!”

“Jesus Christ.” You whispered to yourself. How the hell did that happen?

“In the photos, the mirror in the bathroom was completely shattered and Hyunjin’s blood was all over the wall, the sink, and the floor surrounding him.” You started getting an idea in your head, and it wasn’t pretty. “According to the reports I found, it seemed as if someone or something had smashed Hyunjin’s face into the wall repeatedly until the front half of his head was completely crushed in. Maniacs, do yourself a favor and DO NOT try to look up these crime scene photos. I literally want to puke again just thinking about it.”

“Anyway, onto Han Jisung.” You had hope that there was more information about him, but if there was, why wouldn’t it have been released? “Unfortunately, there is no information about his whereabouts. None of the blood in the house belonged to him, so authorities have no leads as to what happened to him.”

“Ugh! Are you fucking kidding!?” You yelled, feeling your frustration start to bubble up through your tears.

“The only new information we have about him is that was engaged.” That was definitely news to you. You knew 3Racha had lives outside what they showed the media, but you weren’t expecting an engagement. “His cell phone was still inside the house, so when authorities looked through it, they found out he was engaged to none other than Lee Minho.”

“He was gay, too?!” You said. Was SpearB gay, too? You thought about their song WOW and figured it was a fact they were definitely trying to hide, especially since gay marriage was still illegal in Korea.

“Now for what they discovered in the basement when they found Minho’s body.” You ran your fingers through your hair aggressively, not knowing what to expect. “In the middle of the floor, it looked like some type of satanic symbol engraved into the concrete.”

You finally understood what was said in the beginning about this story being a mixture of true crime and the supernatural. It made sense with the details of some of their deaths, the unnatural forces that caused some of them. Was it some kind of demon?

“This is the only crime scene photo I will be sharing, since there is no blood or bodies in the photo.” Sure enough, a picture of the engraving popped up on the screen. It was a large circle with a pentagram in the middle and a bunch of symbols you didn’t understand surrounding it. The only thing you could make sense of were the 3 sixs in the middle.

It was horrifying. Was this already there when they arrived at the mansion? Did one of them engrave this? If so, who and why?

“To make it even worse, the reports said that almost every single mirror in the house had been covered. All of them except for one.” If there’s anything you knew for sure about supernatural shit, it was that people believe that mirrors were some type of “portal to the other side”. You weren’t fully convinced, but this was really making you reconsider.

“I figured, based on the intensity of their deaths, that something had to be up with the energy of the land itself. So, I dug a little deeper into the history of the area. According to my research, there was a church of some kind that had been on the property for hundreds of years. Yang Minsu had purchased the land, tore down the old church, and had his mansion built in its place. I used my handy dandy ley line map, and sure enough, the mansion sits directly on top of an intersection of MULTIPLE lines.”

You’ve heard about ley lines before. You learned what they were through this podcast. You weren’t sure if you believed in those either–imaginary lines that carried some type of supernatural energy. You definitely believed in the supernatural, just not many theories created by human beings.

“After seeing this, I looked through all the theories I could find online.” The host said. “Of course, no one has guessed something paranormal could’ve taken place since so much information was left out of the media, but I was still able to use those theories to draw my own conclusion.”

You could feel your anxiety rising in your chest. You wanted real answers, not theories, not covered mirrors and imaginary lines–but this is all you had to work with. You hoped that you would agree with at least some of what was going to be said, but you were clueless. You were almost completely skeptical of everything that was being said in this video. There’s no proof of any of this. What if this is all completely made up?

“Some people believe that Christopher Bahng killed everyone himself. Most people believed an unknown person killed most of them, forced Christopher to stab Felix, and then he unfortunately died while trying to escape. My theory is completely different. Just a reminder, this is just a theory and NOT facts. With that being said, this is what I believe happened.” The host began. “My guess is that it wasn’t Yang Jeongin that invited his friends to this house. I believe 3Racha had some type of conversation with Yang Gihun and somehow got permission to go to this mansion for a week. My guess is that 3Racha wanted to make a deal with the devil to somehow increase their success in the media.”

You scoffed, already not liking where this was going. Were they trying to pin the whole thing on 3Racha? You didn’t want to believe that for a second.

“I think 3Racha went down to that basement and did some type of satanic ritual while everyone was sleeping. They must have released some type of demon in the process. I believe the deaths of Seo Changbin, Kim Seungmin, Yang Jeongin and Hwang Hyunjin were all caused by this demon. When I tried to piece together why the demon would kill Changbin and not the other members of 3Racha, I thought that maybe Changbin had gotten possessed and died in the process.”

You were getting close to turning the video off but you had to hear the rest, you just had to.

“I think Lee Minho was the first to die. I believe one of the members of 3Racha had pushed Minho down the stairs as an attempt for a sacrifice.”

“Oh, fuck you!” You shouted at the TV, throwing a piece of popcorn at the screen.

“As for Lee Felix, I think he had caught on to what was happening and Christopher Bahng killed him to keep him quiet.” You were getting angry, ridiculously angry. You’ll probably never watch this podcast again. “I think Christopher tried to flee the scene and made the stupid decision of going too fast without a seatbelt, lost control of the vehicle, and got his karma. As for Han Jisung, he must have successfully fled the scene, I just can’t figure out how. There’s a possibility that someone came and picked him up and helped him leave the country. I don’t know, none of it makes sense but that’s what I’m working wi—“

You stopped the video. You officially had enough. How dare they suggest something like that to millions of people? Their families could see this video. This could go viral and ruin their memory. It was cruel.

You pulled out your phone and texted your best friend.

You: dude 

You: did you watch the newest episode of the oddinary podcast yet?

Unnie: not yet

Unnie: ive been busy today

You: do not fucking watch it!

Unnie: why not?

You: they’re spreading bullshit lies

You: don’t give them the views

You: ill just tell you everything tomorrow

You: i cant even talk about it tonight 

Unnie: oh shit ok

Unnie: we’ll talk tmrw then

You: 👍🏻

You tossed your phone on your bed and turned the TV off. You were still reeling, your thoughts going at 100 miles per hour. It took you longer than usual for you to fall asleep, but when you did, you had one of the worst nightmares you’ve ever had.

The next morning, you woke up startled. That nightmare felt like it lasted years, but in reality you had only slept for like 6 hours. When you checked the time on your phone, you had multiple text messages from your best friend.

Unnie: um…

Unnie: im not gonna lie

Unnie: I got curious and went to go watch the video

Unnie: I couldn’t find it…

Unnie: the oddinary channel is gone

You: it’s gone????

You immediately went to the YouTube app on your phone and looked through your subscriptions and your watch history. Sure enough, the video AND the channel were gone.

“Good fucking riddance.” You thought. 

You spent the rest of the day thinking about the case. It consumed your every thought. You tried coming up with your own theories, not landing on a single one. 

It was still in your head when you laid your head on the pillow that night. You couldn’t stop, you were starting to get obsessed. You didn’t even want to sleep. You felt like if you did, you would just be pulled into another nightmare. You kept all the lights on in your house, drank a cup of coffee, and decided to sit up in the bed instead. You were up all night.

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ONE MONTH BEFORE THE TRAGEDY

**New Message from Innie 🦊 in My Fave Gays groupchat**

Innie 🦊: Hey losers. Wyd rn?

Jin 🥟: Yang Jeongin… it’s 10am. Why are you awake?

Lix 💅: Baby bread!!! I missed u, u little fucker. 

Min 🐱: same shit as always, what’s up..

Innie 🦊: @jinnie I wake up at a reasonable hour sometimes......

Innie 🦊: @lixie ahhh I’m sorryyy, I forgot to text you back the other day. 

Innie🦊: I have something I wanna run by you guys. Meet at my place???

Seung 🐶: well I’m already here so..

Innie 🦊: you’re sitting right next to me… why are you texting me

Seung 🐶: you’re texting me back though..

Jin 🥟: you guys are so annoying..

Lix 💅: @jeongin how dare u. U just forget about me? Asshole… omw tho

Min 🐱: Let me wake up Ji and we’ll head over.

BinBin 💪🏼: YAH! Stop blowing up my phone, I’m coming. Jagiya, want me to pick you up on the way?

Jin 🥟: plsssss 🥺

BinBin 💪🏼: omw ❤️

Innie 🦊: you can’t get mad at me Binnie, I’m just a baby 😭

Seung 🐶: baby my ass

Innie 🦊: Stfu… so that’s everyone but chan hyung then… hyung, you in???

Innie 🦊: CHAAAAANNIIIIIEEEE HYUUUNNNG????!!!!

Innie 🦊: CHRISSSSSTOPPHHHEEEERRRR

Lix 💅: OMG STFU IM GETTING HIM UP RN. We’ll be there!

Innie 🦊: I thought you were already on your way????

“Ugh, I hate when he does that. That little shit.” Jeongin says to Seungmin without looking up from the phone. Seungmin huffs a laugh and ruffles the younger man’s hair, causing him to swat away his hand.

“We should know by now that when Felix says he’s on his way, he’s probably just getting out of bed.” Seungmin responds with a shrug. 

“True. Still annoying though.” Jeongin wouldn’t hold it against Felix for long. He’s pretty much impossible to stay mad at. 

Jeongin tosses his phone on the bed and tenses up when he sees it’s about to bounce onto the floor. Luckily, it stays put right on the edge. He lets out a sigh of relief before turning back to his boyfriend who’s just sitting there shaking his head with his eyes on the discarded electronic device.

“Wanna fuck before they get here?” Jeongin says plainly, causing Seungmin to whip his head back around to look back at him.

“Chan lives right down the street, we don’t have time for that.” Seungmin responds as he crosses his arms over his chest. Jeongin groans at the ceiling and begins to weigh his options.

“You know it’ll take Lix a couple tries before Chan actually rolls out of bed though! Come ooooon!” Jeongin grasps Seungmin’s arm and begins to shake him back and forth.  Seungmin lets the muscles in his neck relax and his head bobbles around comedically as Jeongin moves him around. He knows his boyfriend is always down for a quick fuck at any given time, but he’s not one to rush things. Seungmin likes to take his time, worshipping Jeongin’s body and listening to his pretty moans like it’s his favorite song on repeat. When Jeongin lets his arm go, Seungmin lets his head hang with his chin to his chest before giggling and looking back at his pouting partner.

“Was last night not enough for you or something?” Seungmin tilts his head after the words leave his mouth. 

“I mean, can you blame me? You always look so delicious in the morning.” Jeongin takes the opportunity to palm at Seungmin from over his boxers, feeling how annoyingly flaccid he is. When Seungmin grabs him by the wrist to fling his hand back into his own space, Jeongin whines. “Ugh! Can you atleast suck me off? You know I’ll cum in like two minutes with that tongue thing you do.”

Seungmin is well aware of this. Jeongin is an absolute beast in bed, but he really comes apart with Seungmin’s mouth on him. He ponders Jeongin’s request for a moment, but he doesn’t show it on his face. He just blinks in Jeongin’s direction, knowing the carelessness will drive him crazy. He’s a savage like that. 

Jeongin begins to slump against the headboard, defeated, bringing his own arms across his chest as he huffs in frustration. Seungmin smirks at him before getting onto his knees. Jeongin looks up at him innocently, one eyebrow raised as he waits for his next move. When Seungmin shuffles lower down the bed and in between Jeongin’s legs, the mood immediately shifts.

“Oh, fuck yes.” Jeongin whispers as he begins to tug at the waistband of his own boxers.

🩸

When everyone shows up at the guest house that resides in the ridiculously large back yard of the ridiculously large mansion, Seungmin and Jeongin are already dressed in their sweatpants and hoodies. Seungmin’s tongue game really is no joke. Jeongin was done in 1 minute and 43 seconds. 

Hyunjin and Changbin were the last of the group to show up, riding in on Changbin’s motorcycle he liked to show off way too often. When Hyunjin unwraps himself from his boyfriend's back, he pulls his helmet off right away. He combs at his long, black locks with his bare fingers, making every attempt to fix any traces of frizz the helmet may have caused. When Changbin swings his leg over the motorcycle, Hyunjin pushes past him to check his appearance in the side mirror.

“Hm. Still pretty.” He says as he flips his hair over his shoulder. Changbin takes his helmet off his head and rests it in the crook of his massive arm before placing a quick peck to Hyunjin’s temple.

“Always pretty.” He says softly, before taking Hyunjin’s hand to head inside the ridiculously large front door of the guest house.

Everyone is sprawled all over the living room in little pairs. Seungmin and Jeongin huddled together side by side on the love seat, Chan with his arms wrapped around Felix who is sitting on his lap with a lit blunt in between his fingers at the edge of the large sofa, Minho sitting on the other edge with Jisung sitting on the floor in between his knees, and Hyunjin and Changbin who chose to lay down on the carpet in the middle of the room. 

“So? What are we all here for, Jeongin-ah?” Minho asks as he massages Jisung’s scalp with the tips of his fingers. Jisung rests his head on the side of Minho’s knee at the feeling, nearly purring like a kitten at the attention. 

“This better be good. I was having a real nice dream before I got jumped.” Chan speaks as he takes the blunt from Felix’s hand and takes a drag. 

“Oh, whatever. You’re just mad because you were dreaming of me under you, and you woke up with me on top of you. You’re only a top in your dreams, hyung.” Felix adds with a dramatic eye roll. Everyone in the room cackles at Chan’s expense. Even Chan chuckles with his lips around the blunt.

“Okay, okay seriously though,” Chan manages to say as he holds the smoke in his chest. He quickly inhales the last bit of air he can manage before letting it all out. “What did you want to talk to us about?”

“Okay, so you know how my gramps kicked the bucket a couple years ago, right?” Jeongin asks. His eyes follow the blunt as it gets past to the next person in rotation. Jisung pinches it in between his pointer finger and thumb and then wraps his lips around it with a nod.  The rest of the group also acknowledges Jeongin’s question in different ways. A nod here, a ‘yup’ there, and a ‘mhm’ from somewhere else. “Well, my dad inherited his vacation house in the hills. He never uses it, says it creeps him out cause that’s where gramps died.”

The group listens intently, and a little impatiently. If there’s anything they know about their youngest, it’s that he can never get straight to the point. They’ve learned to just let him ramble. Well, at least most of them do.

“Unnecessarily long story short, his dad invited us all to chill there for a week.” Seungmin adds, making Jeongin roll his eyes.

“I was getting there.” 

“When, tomorrow?”

“I literally just started the story!” Everyone starts cackling again, and Jisung holds the blunt in the air for Minho to take. 

“So let me get this straight,” Changbin says through his laughter. “Your dad invited us to take a vacation at the Yang Family death house?”

“Yang Family death hou—dude, it’s huge! One small death in the family shouldn’t give it such a brutal nickname!” Jeongin shifts in his seat to sit up a little bit straighter as he shouts in Changbin’s direction. It causes Seungmin to sink a little in between the cushion and the arm of the love seat, and he just lets it happen.

“One small death? He was literally the CEO of Yang Entertainment.” Seungmin says blankly from his uncomfortable position. When Minho reaches over to hand him the blunt, Seungmin finally maneuvers himself out of the crevice to take it.

“Aaaaanyways, my dad never does nice things for me so the fact that he’s willing to hand over the keys is a miracle. He probably just wants to get me out of his hair for a week. He’s already given 3Racha, Min, and Seung the green light to take a week off. Now we just need to know if the models have the time.” Jeongin’s eyes bounce between Felix and Hyunjin, silently hoping they will have the time in their schedules.

“When are you planning on doing this?” Hyunjin asks as he lays on his side facing Jeongin. His head is resting on Changbin’s thigh. The muscle presses into his cheek, making his words come out a little muffled.

“Well, I guess whenever works best for you guys.” Jeongin responds with a shrug. He takes the blunt from Seungmin whenever it’s offered to him, and he inhales from it deeply.

“I’ve got a couple shoots coming up and a runway within the next 3 weeks, but I have my schedule cleared for almost a month after that.” Felix says. 

“I’m doing that same runway, but I have a pretty chill schedule for the next couple weeks after that. I was just gonna work on a canvas for an art show coming up, but it would be nice to get away for a while— YAH! It’s one hit then you pass it, mother fucker! Gimmie!” Hyunjin reaches out with one hand towards Jeongin, opening and closing it quickly. Jeongin snorts around the blunt before handing it to Hyunjin. His chest spasms twice before he finally lets the smoke out of his lungs.

“I made the blunt, so I get the extra hit!” Jeongin coughs before slumping back, squeezing his shoulders between Seungmin and the other arm of the love seat.

“So, then what? We go on our little gay vacation in a month then?” Minho suddenly speaks, ignoring Jeongin and Hyunjin’s bickering. 

After Hyunjin hits the blunt, he raises it to Changbin’s lips. He knows how his Binnie feels about having the lingering smell of weed on his fingers, so he generously does the work for him. Changbin glances down at the blunt that’s already halfway gone and leans over to hit it. Hyunjin smiles up at him from where he’s lying and licks his lips when he feels Changbin’s against his fingers.

“Sounds good to me.” Says Felix as he watches the scene happening in front of him. He sees the way Hyunjin’s eyes sparkle when he looks at Changbin. He can almost feel the way Changbin’s heart flutters when he looks down at Hyunjin’s smiling face. When Hyunjin sits up from the floor to hand Felix the blunt he freezes for a split second.

Felix gives him a look—“sex eyes” Hyunjin likes to call it— and it brings butterflies to his stomach. When Felix doesn’t immediately take the blunt, Hyunjin blinks at him. Then he blinks some more.

When Felix winks at him, Hyunjin’s jaw clenches. He can already feel his dick getting hard in his pants. He nudges the blunt in Felix’s direction, urging him to hurry up and take it. Finally, Felix has mercy on him. He huffs out a near silent chuckle as he pinches the blunt with his fingers.

Hyunjin looks around the room with his eyes quickly, making sure nobody is watching them. Luckily, everyone is already lost in their own conversations. 

“I gotta take a piss.” Hyunjin stands up and hurries towards the hallway, hoping nobody will catch his half hard-on.

“You didn’t give us your answer!” Jeongin shouts in his direction.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Gay vacation. One month. I’m good with that!” Hyunjin yells back as he rushes into the bathroom. 

DAY ONE

Jeongin drove his blacked-out Escalade in front. Seungmin, his passenger princess, took control of the radio and connected his phone to the Bluetooth. Minho and Jisung were nestled together in the third row, humming along to whatever song played on Seungmin’s shuffled playlist.

Felix and Chan followed closely behind in Chan’s, also blacked out, Ford F-450 with Changbin and Hyunjin in the back seat. Changbin left his motorcycle behind for the long drive despite Hyunjin’s begging. They’ve never cruised around on the bike for this long and Hyunjin was excited. Changbin was too proud of his baby and didn’t want to put the unnecessary miles on it. Not even Hyunjin’s offer to jerk him off during the ride could sway him.

Things were a little more chaotic in Chan’s car. The bass was booming with his playlist and they were all yelling out the lyrics of whatever song came on. Chan holds on to the bottom of Felix’s sweater with one hand when he hangs out the window, yelling in the wind with his arms above his head.

When a bug flies straight into his mouth he throws his body back into his seat. 

“MOTHER FUCKER!” He spits the critter out the window and tries not to gag as the saliva begins to fill his mouth.

“I told you not to do that, Lix!” Chan yells as he hands Felix a bottle of water from the cup holder between them. Hyunjin and Changbin are roaring with laughter from the backseat as Felix takes huge sips of water into his mouth and spits it back out the window.

After about an hour, they all arrive at their destination. There were tall black gates on either side of the long stretch of road leading to the house. When they finally found the entrance, Jeongin pressed the magical button on the key fob his father gave him, and the gates slowly creaked open. 

Chan followed closely behind Jeongin’s car as they drove up the long driveway–his large hand absentmindedly rubbing against Felix’s thigh. When they reach the end of the driveway, they look in awe as they see the large mansion from right outside their windows. The house is surrounded by a thick forest with tall trees that only look like they get taller as they go up the hillsides. Behind the house is a massive lake. The waters glisten in the light of the falling sunset, making the soft waves look like they are made of golden glitter. 

The group steps out of their vehicles, eager to take in their surroundings. The warmth of the air brushes against their skin, but a sudden shiver runs through them as their eyes land on the imposing house towering before them. All at once, the hairs on the back of their necks stand on end, almost as if it was choreographed.

“Jeongin-ah, I can already feel the spirit of your dead grandpa tickling me. Tell him to cut it out.” Changbin quips as he turns tail towards the bed of Chan’s truck to grab his bags.

“Oh my god hyung, shut the fuck uuuuup!” Jeongin yells as he rubs his hand on the back of his neck. The boys quickly unload all of their luggage and head up the steps to the burgundy doors that lead inside of the house. After Jeongin unlocks the doors, the boys push past him to dart into the foyer, nearly knocking him on his ass.

The inside of the house smells like it was recently cleaned and there’s not a single speck of dust in sight. Jeongin hired cleaners to come and tidy the house the day before, but didn’t expect them to do this good of a job. He gives himself a mental pat on the back for that.

“Seungmin and I are taking the main room. You losers can go pick your own.” Jeongin says as he heads towards the stairs with Seungmin in tow.

“How many rooms are there?” Changbin asks as he adjusts the strap of his backpack on his shoulder.

“Six.” Jeongin responds over his shoulder as he continues his ascent up the staircase.

“I want my own room!” Minho says a little too gleefully. Jisung looks over at him and pouts,  bringing the inside of his eyebrows up to his forehead. Minho chuckles and kisses his nose, but Jisung’s pout stands strong.

“Kidding, jagi. You know I can’t sleep well without you.” Minho ruffles the younger man’s hair before taking his hand to follow Seungmin and Jeongin up the stairs. The pout disappears and is replaced by the brightest heart shaped smile known to man.

“Come on, baby.” Chan says to Felix in English with a wink. He holds his pinkie out and Felix wraps his around it without a second thought. Before Felix takes his first step, he squeezes Changbin’s ass. It takes everything Changbin has not to react to it, especially when Felix turns around to smirk at him. Felix really has no shame.

“Let’s go, losers.” Felix says to the only couple left at the bottom of the stairs. 

The boys all find their rooms without any problems. Luckily, 4 out of 6 rooms in the house have en suite bathrooms and they’re all relatively the same size— except for the main room which is almost double the size of the others. Every room is adorned with California king beds and what Felix likes to call “cuck chairs”. Each of the doors that lead into the rooms are painted black. It doesn’t really match the rest of the house, but no one notices that except for Hyunjin.

Chan, Changbin, Jeongin, and Minho all go to Chan’s truck to pull out their preparations for the week. Changbin and Chan lift the large cooler with all the alcohol and set it on the ground while Jeongin and Minho grab the other cooler that has all the food.

“Is the firewood inside the truck?” Jeongin asks Chris, out of breath from the heavy lifting.

“Oh fuck.” Chan responds. Changbin wacks Chan on the shoulder, causing the older man to grab onto his arm in pain.

“You fucking moron, you didn’t get firewood? Did you even get charcoal for the grill?!” 

“Shit. Fuck. My bad guys.” Chris says. He was specifically given the task to bring the firewood and charcoal, and he isn’t one to forget things. He plays it up for them, though, making sure his plan will go the way he wants it to.

“The closest store is like 30 minutes away. I think it’s open 24 hours if you want to take the trip.” Jeongin says with a slight tone of frustration.

“Yeah, I guess I’ll go. Bin, you wanna come with?” 

“Not really.” Changbin replies, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Come ooooon, please? Don’t make me go alone!” He needs Changbin to go with him, even if that means he has to resort to begging. “The princess will probably want to take a nap, so he won’t want to go. Please, Binnie?”

“Come on, Bin. I’ll go, too and have Jisungie come with us. We can listen to that new track on the way and go over some choreo ideas.” Minho adds, making Chan internally jump for joy. He could kiss Min right now if he weren’t so in love with Felix.

“We literally have an endless amount of wood surrounding us. Can’t we just use that?” Changbin asks, opening up his arms to motion to the forest around them.

“Oh okay, go ahead and start chopping down trees, hyung. We’ll wait.” Jeongin retorts, staring at Changbin blankly. When Changbin just returns the glare, Jeongin continues. “We still need the charcoal, so you’re gonna have to go anyway.”

“Alright, fine whatever. Chan’s buying me a Slim Jim, though.” Bin caves with an eye roll, turning back towards the house to go find Hyunjin. Chan, Jeongin, and Minho follow him in and find the rest of the boys lounging in the living room already lighting up a blunt.

“What’s up, buttercup?” Hyunjin asks Changbin when he sees him pouting. 

“Chan is dragging me to the store with him. Jisung-ah, you’re coming too, come on.” Changbin grumbles as he ruffles Jisung’s hair. Jisung swats his hand away.

“But what if I don’t wanna—“ Jisung starts but Minho is quick to interject.

“I’m going, too.”

“Oh! Well, okay. I’m down, then.” Jisung hops up from his seat, arms swinging at his sides as he beams at his fiancé. Minho giggles and takes his hand to lead him back outside.

“Can you bring me back a chocolate bar?” Hyunjin asks Changbin, leaning his head back in his seat to look at him upside down.

“Anything for you, baby.” Changbin bends down to give Hyunjin a soft kiss before following Minho and Jisung out the door.

Jeongin throws himself on Seungmin’s lap and grabs the blunt from his hand before putting it to his lips. Chan plops down next to Felix and throws his arm over him to lean into his ear.

“Code ferret.” Chan whispers, punctuating his words with a kiss to Felix’s cheek. The rush of excitement Felix gets from that is enough to make him half hard already. Chan is so goddamn smart. He hopes Chan will enjoy what he has planned for him tonight.

After Chan exits the room, that leaves Jeongin, Seungmin, Hyunjin and Felix to finish off the blunt. Hyunjin makes sure to take his extra hits since he’s the one who made it, and also makes sure to rub it in Jeongin’s face. Felix is feeling impatient, his leg already bouncing as he stares at Hyunjin from across the room. He pulls out his phone when Hyunjin passes off the blunt to Jeongin and types out a message. Hyunjin’s phone buzzes seconds later.

Lixie 🍑: follow me.

Hyunjin takes one look at the message, and his eyes immediately dart back up to meet Felix’s gaze. There it is again— the sex eyes. Hyunjin swallows dryly, trying his hardest to keep his expression blank. Felix sees right through him, and Hyunjin can tell. 

“Well, I’m gonna go take a shower.” Felix announces as he stands up from his seat.

“Cool, yeah. And we’re gonna go fuck.” Jeongin adds as he tosses the roach inside a mostly empty soda can on the coffee table. He sticks his hand out for his boyfriend, and with a scoff Seungmin takes it and they both stand. 

Felix makes sure to high-five Jeongin and then smack his ass on the way out of the room before turning back to Hyunjin. Felix knows he doesn’t have to say a word. Just one little smile and Hyunjin will follow him.

By the time Felix gets to the top of the stairs, he can hear Hyunjin’s footsteps at the bottom. He chuckles to himself but doesn’t turn around. 

“Going to your room, Jinnie?” Jeongin asks Hyunjin as he and Seungmin walk up the stairs behind him. Hyunjin looks back at them nervously for a moment before turning his attention to the top of the stairs, focusing on keeping his voice strong as he thinks of an excuse.

“Uh yeah, just gonna take a nap.”

“You might want to put some ear plugs in, man. Just saying.” Jeongin responds, oh so casually.

“Yang Jeongin.” Seungmin quips, swatting Jeongin on the arm. He can’t deny it though, he knows how loud his baby can be. Hell, everyone knows it by now.

Hyunjin just snorts a laugh and shakes his head, reaching the top of the steps to see Felix outside his bedroom door. Felix smirks at him before he enters, closing the door behind him silently. Hyunjin makes his way to his and Changbin’s room, reaching for the door handle and waits for Jeongin and Seungmin to disappear into the master bedroom. The second their door shuts behind them, he quickly rushes to Felix and Chan’s room and slips inside. 

Felix’s arms are around him the second the door shuts, and he braces himself as he’s pressed against the hard surface behind him.

“Lix–”

“Fuck, I missed you.” Felix whispers before pressing his lips to Hyunjin’s. Hyunjin's stomach twists in a knot, his conflicting thoughts wracking his brain. He grabs onto Felix’s shoulder and pushes him back, trying not to melt with the way Felix looks at him.

“Lix… we need to stop doing this.” Hyunjin says, trying to ignore the fact that he’s already getting hard. “I can’t keep doing this to Bin. Or Chan.”

“If that was true, you wouldn’t be here. Hm?” Felix says, reaching forward to grip onto Hyunjin’s bulge. Hyunjin closes his eyes and hisses through his teeth, but Felix just chuckles. “Doesn’t feel like you wanna stop.”

“I just– Fuck, Felix enough.” Hyunjin grabs Felix’s wrist harshly and pulls his hand off, but Felix just smiles through a gasp.

“You know I love it when you get rough with me, baby.”

Hyunjin just glares at Felix’s beautiful face, unable to organize his thoughts into anything even remotely coherent. Hyunjin promised himself the last time would be the last time. Felix had snuck into his private dressing room after they had finished their last fashion show and bent himself over the vanity. Felix didn’t even have to say a word. 

Changbin picked Hyunjin up from the show with the most beautiful bouquet of flowers and took him on the most extravagant date they had ever been on. Hyunjin had never felt the guilt eat at him the way it did that day, especially when Changbin wanted to make love to him later that night. He couldn’t even give himself fully to the man he loved because he had put so much energy into fucking Felix just a few hours before.

He knew Changbin deserved better than him. He knew that before they even got together, but he fell in love with him so fast and couldn’t let him go. He simply couldn’t resist Felix. They had been fucking long before he ever even met Changbin. Hyunjin knew Felix well enough to know that he wouldn’t let himself be tied down to anyone, even after he had agreed to officially date Chan. 

Felix wasn’t used to Hyunjin attempting to resist him, but that’s all this was. An attempt . He knew Hyunjin so well. All his weaknesses, his kinks—he would get what he wanted one way or the other.

“Come on, Jinnie baby.” Felix said, taking another step closer. “No one gets to fuck me the way you do. You know you’re the only one that gets to have me like this.”

Hyunjin could already feel himself slipping. One of his favorite things in the world was Felix’s tight ass. Not even Chan has topped Felix, and that gave Hyunjin some type of sick, twisted ego boost.

Felix pulls his shirt over his head and Hyunjin digs his fingernails into his palms. Felix smirks, knowing he has Hyunjin wrapped around his little finger. It’ll take one more move, and Hyunjin will cave.

Felix turns around and pulls his sweats and boxers off in one go, bending over to drop them to his ankles, standing only to step out of them. He doesn’t even have to look back when he starts walking to the bathroom. He knows Hyunjin will follow. He stops to grab the large bottle of lube he had stored in the nightstand by the bed and makes his way through the bathroom door. 

Felix goes straight to the shower and pulls open the glass door, hearing the door to the bathroom click shut behind him. 

Hyunjin feels like he has no control whatsoever. He strips out of his clothes as he watches Felix place the lube on a soap shelf, turn on the shower, and run his fingers under the water to check the temperature. His hard cock springs out of the fabric of his boxers, already red and leaking at the tip. Hyunjin is so fucking aroused his cock aches . If he doesn’t feel a warm, tight pressure wrapped around it soon, he just might die.

When the steam starts to spread across the glass walls of the shower, Felix turns around, ready to see the state Hyunjin is currently in. Before he can even get his footing, Hyunjin wraps a hand around his neck and kisses him hard. 

When Hyunjin steps forward, Felix steps back. Hyunjin leads him under the hot spray of water and shoves his tongue in Felix’s mouth. Felix moans as Hyunjin’s hands travel all over his body, squeezing him in his most sensitive places.

“You really don’t know when to fucking quit, do you?” Hyunjin asks harshly, gripping Felix’s long cock in his large fist. Felix whines and squirms under his hold, combing his fingers through Hyunjin’s beautiful long black hair.

“Not when it comes to you, my beautiful boy.” Felix responds. 

Hyunjin knows he’s beautiful. He’s never needed anyone to say the words to him in order to feel good about himself, but it hits different when it comes out of Felix’s mouth. Felix is the most beautiful person Hyunjin has ever seen (besides himself). When they first met, many people in the industry thought they would be rivals— constantly fighting over first place. It was never like that. Hyunjin had a fascination for all things luxurious and beautiful. Having Felix on his side was better than anything else in his collection. 

Hyunjin reaches over to the soap shelf and pumps a generous amount of lube onto his free hand before he wraps around Felix’s body and starts rubbing his fingers around Felix’s tight rim.

Felix throws his head back at the sensation—Hyunjin pumping his fist over his cock and sliding a finger in his hole simultaneously. When he feels Hyunjin’s finger deep inside him, he tries to wrap his hand around Hyunjin’s cock.

“D-don’t.” Hyunjin says sharply. “I’ll cum too fast if you do that.”

Felix huffs out a laugh, and that makes something snap in Hyunjin’s brain. He lets go of Felix’s cock and spins him around to press him against the glass wall with one finger still buried in his ass. He starts pumping in and out slowly, feeling the slip of Felix’s tight walls around his finger.

Hyunjin knows he has at least an hour to enjoy this. After this, he’s going to be done. He has to be done. He would prefer to fuck Felix so hard against the glass that it cracks, but he’ll take his time for now. This has to be perfect.

“ Oh, baby—“ Felix moans when Hyunjin slides another finger inside him. Hyunjin loves when Felix calls him baby because he knows he’s the only one that has that luxury. It’s always been something special just for him. He’s fucking weak for it. “Please, I want you so bad.”

“You have me. I’m right here.” Hyunjin angles his fingers just right, soaking up all of Felix’s pretty sounds when he hits his prostate. 

Felix takes in every intense sensation, memorizing every detail like he always does so he can relay all the information to Chan later. Felix loves getting fucked by Hyunjin, but he loves what happens afterwards even more. Hyunjin knows everything about Felix—everything except for this.

Felix’s hands drag down the fogged up glass, wiping the blur away behind his palms. Felix isn’t used to Hyunjin being so soft with him, but he likes it. Way more than he would’ve ever expected to. He doesn’t know how Chan will respond to that, and it’s not like he can just make something up. Chan’s the only person in Felix’s life that he doesn’t lie to, and he doesn’t plan on starting anytime soon.

Hyunjin gently slides another finger inside of Felix and starts pressing soft kisses on his shoulder. He moves Felix’s long, blonde hair over his shoulder to trail his lips up to his neck—careful not to make any marks when he softly bites into his pale skin. 

“I-I’m ready… please, baby.” Felix whimpers, his voice deep and rich in Hyunjin’s ears.

“Such a needy little thing.” Hyunjin whispers, making the younger man shiver in his hold.

Hyunjin ignores the whine that leaves Felix’s lips when he removes his fingers, holding his hand over the spray of water as he walks by. He pumps more lube into his hand, taking that time to collect his thoughts as much as possible. 

He’ll miss this with Felix—his best friend, his eternal sunshine. But Changbin is his whole world. Hyunjin doesn’t know what having a friendship with Felix will be like without the sex, but he can’t let the fear of the unknown hold him back from being a better boyfriend. 

Hyunjin strokes the lube over his cock and looks up to see Felix looking right back at him over his shoulder. That pleading look in his eyes makes Hyunjin’s heart squeeze painfully in his chest. He hides it behind a soft smile as he walks back over to Felix and presses a soft kiss to his lips.

Felix hums against Hyunjin’s plush lips when he feels his warm body pressed against his back. He reaches up to tangle his fingers in Hyunjin’s hair as he licks into his mouth, feeling the wet strands tug against his skin.

Hyunjin pulls against Felix’s hips gently, urging him to arch his back a bit. When Felix follows Hyunjin’s silent command, their lips pull apart—only a string of their mixed saliva connecting them until it eventually breaks.

Hyunjin rubs the tip of his cock over Felix’s hole, the tease making Felix leak with desperation.

Felix never removes his hand from Hyunjin’s hair when he feels him finally press into him slowly, every inch making him moan low in his chest. Felix isn’t worried about being too loud. He knows Seungmin and Jeongin are having their own fun, and if he can’t hear Jeongin’s loud ass moans, they definitely won’t hear him.

When Hyunjin bottoms out, he groans right into Felix’s ear.

“You always feel so good… so tight and warm.” He says as he starts to slowly thrust his hips back and forth. He pours all his love into it—nuzzling his cheek into the side of Felix’s head as he rubs up and down Felix’s body. They can still have a good friendship without this, right? He won’t lose his best friend when he finally has the strength to put his foot down and refuse him? Will he ever be able to truly refuse him?

“ Oh fuck – just like that, baby.” Felix moans, pulling Hyunjin right out of his head. Hyunjin can worry later. He can put it all aside and just enjoy himself now.

🩸

“Aww, what’s wrong? Are you gonna cum already? Don’t act like such a needy little cockslut if you can’t take being fucked like one.”

Seungmin didn’t usually want it like this. Jeongin and Seungmin had a lot in common, except for how they liked to have sex most of the time. Seungmin enjoyed making love—feeling the connection on a more gentle level—but Jeongin was the one that preferred to fuck like he had bones he was willing to break. They knew how to compromise for each other when they needed it. It wasn’t a difference that they wouldn’t allow to break them apart.

Jeongin was pleasantly surprised when it was Seungmin that asked for it hard this time. Seungmin was surprised, too. There was something in him that was craving something rough and violent, and luckily he knew his boyfriend would be all for it.

So now here he is—balls deep in Jeongin’s ass with his legs over his shoulders.

“Oh god, fuck, I-I c-can’t—” Jeongin couldn’t even think straight. Seungmin was fucking him so hard, he thought his hips were going to snap. He didn’t want to question it because he didn’t want it to stop, but this was definitely out of character for Seungmin. 

Seungmin gripped the hair on Jeongin’s head harshly, and pulled back. Jeongin squeezed his eyes shut, and his mouth hung open as he shouted to the ceiling. 

Seungmin saw his opportunity, and without a second thought, he spit right into the younger man’s mouth.

“Oh, you can’t take it? You beg for this like a pathetic little bitch all the time–” Jeongin came untouched, hard and loud–his release shooting so far some of it landed on his lips. Seungmin didn’t stop. He just laughed as he swiped at the cum with his finger and stuffed it Jeongin’s mouth. “Taste good?”

Jeongin whimpered around Seungmin’s finger and nodded, his eyes rolling back with the overstimulation.

“I’m gonna cum in this tight little hole, and you’re gunna give me another one, do you understand?” Seungmin demanded, removing his finger from Jeongin’s mouth to wrap his hand around his cock.

“Ah! H-hyung–”

“Give me another one, come on. Cum on my cock, baby.” 

Jeongin couldn’t deny Seungmin even if he wanted to, because once again, he came. His release oozed out of him slowly, and with one more brutal thrust, Seungmin came too.

Jeongin’s legs were dead weight when they fell off Seungmin’s shoulders. The post-nut bliss was so intense that it felt like he was floating on a cloud.

Seungmin slowly pulled out and fell on the mattress next to Jeongin to catch his breath. Seungmin’s post-nut bliss was nothing like Jeongin’s. Seungmin was confused. He felt angry for no reason at all. Seungmin is not an angry person. Even in arguments, he’s not one to yell or get irrational, but he feels so on edge and he can’t figure out why.

“Holy shit.” Jeongin says, still trying to come down from his high. “That was incredible…where did that come from?”

“I don’t know.” Seungmin says, his voice weak from his internal struggle. Jeongin looks over and sees Seungmin just staring up at the ceiling with his hands resting on his stomach. 

“Minnie…what’s wrong?” Jeongin asks. The fact that Jeongin is not in Seungmin’s arms right now makes him feel uneasy. He knows his boyfriend takes aftercare very seriously, almost to the point where it can be overbearing, but he needs it more than ever right now.

“I don’t know.” Seungmin repeats, exhaling heavily as he runs a hand through his hair.

“Did I upset you?—”

“No.” Seungmin responds harshly, immediately feeling guilty when Jeongin flinches beside him. “I… I’m sorry.” He says more softly, finally turning his head to look at the pained look in Jeongin’s eyes. “Let’s just go get cleaned up, okay?”

“O-okay.” Jeongin is at a loss for words. He doesn’t want to push. He can only hope that Seungmin wants to hold him under the hot water, soothing him down from the intense subspace he’s found himself in.

Jeongin ignores the cum dripping down his legs as he stands from the bed, crossing his arms over his body when he suddenly starts feeling self-conscious. He watches as Seungmin lifts himself off the bed, not even looking at him as he makes his way to the bathroom. Jeongin can feel the tears building in his eyes, but he blinks them away when he follows behind.

Seungmin turns the water on and fights his own thoughts as he tries to come back to himself. He wonders if the long drive was enough to irritate him or if it was something else he can’t quite put his finger on. He glances towards the mirror and sees Jeongin looking at the ground, the flush in his cheeks not making a dent in Seungmin’s emotions. When he finally looks at his own reflection, he almost doesn’t recognize himself. ‘Get ahold of yourself’ Seungmin thinks, and suddenly…everything hits him all at once.

He looks back at Jeongin, and there it is…the guilt. He doesn’t waste another second. He turns and walks quickly over to wrap Jeongin in his arms. 

“I’m sorry, baby.” Seungmin whispers, pressing a soft kiss to Jeongin’s forehead. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I don’t…I don’t know what happened.”

“You didn’t hold me…you always hold me.” Jeongin responds, unable to look Seungmin in the eyes. Seungmin’s stomach twists in a knot when a tear falls down Jeongin’s cheek. 

“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.” Seungmin wipes the tear away before he tucks Jeongin’s head into his neck. “Let’s get in and I’ll clean you up, yeah? Let hyung take care of you.”

Jeongin only nods, so Seungmin takes his hand and leads him into the large standing shower. 

Seungmin places Jeongin under the water and brushes his hair out of his face, leaving soft kisses on his cheeks and his forehead. 

“I love you, Innie. I love you so much.” Seungmin whispers, caressing Jeongin’s soft cheeks in his hands.

“I love you, too, hyung.” Jeongin responds softly, still feeling a bit uneasy, but the longer Seungmin touches him, the better he feels.

🩸

“Honey, I’m home!” Changbin shouts, munching on a Slim Jim when he steps into the house, Chan, Minho, and Jisung following closely behind, setting large bags of charcoal and bundles of firewood by the front door.

Hyunjin, Felix, Seungmin and Jeongin are sitting where the group left them, a large iridescent bong making its rounds. Hyunjin is sitting as far away from Felix as possible, something Felix definitely notices but doesn’t make a comment on. When Chan’s eyes land on him, Felix gives him a telling smirk. Chan can’t wait for tonight.

Hyunjin holds out his hands expectantly, looking up at his boyfriend with pleading eyes.

“What is it, doll?” Changbin asks, feigning ignorance. Hyunjin scrunches his eyebrows and pouts, and it takes everything in Changbin not to lean down and kiss those perfect lips.

“My chocolate bar.” Hyunjin says as an explanation.

“Oh, that? Sorry, jagiya, Jisung ate it on the way over here.”

“No I did not!” Jisung shouts, punching Changbin in the shoulder. “Give him his goddamn chocolate bar before he throws a fit.”

Changbin cackles as he reaches into the plastic bag hanging from his elbow, pulling out the delicious milk chocolate candy bar with salted caramel in the middle. Hyunjin squeaks and claps the tips of his fingers in tiny before reaching for the wrapped treat, but Changbin holds it away.

“Kisses first.” Changbin says. Hyunjin rolls his eyes, but puckers up dramatically, grabbing onto Changbin’s shirt to make him lean down. Changbin presses his lips to Hyunjin’s, just a quick peck before handing over the chocolate. Hyunjin snatches it away and quickly starts to rip the paper off, kicking his feet with excitement.

During the interaction, Chan had made his way over to Felix, sitting incredibly close and throwing his legs over his lap.

“Where’s my treat? And my kiss?” Felix asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Bin, can you give the princess his treat?” Chan asks, turning his attention towards Changbin. Changbin reaches into the plastic bag again and pulls out a double fudge brownie wrapped in plastic before throwing it in Chan’s lap. Felix beams and takes the treat, quickly kissing Chan’s beautiful, luscious lips in the process.

“Binnie picked it out.” Chan whispers, winking in Felix’s direction as he leans back against the arm rest.

“Of course he did.” Felix whispers back, glancing in Changbin’s direction only to see him pulling Hyunjin into his lap.

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It didn’t take long for the group to get a bonfire going and some food on the grill in the backyard. With nothing but the water and the trees to hear them, they could be as loud and chaotic as they wanted. Chan had his music blasting from his speaker while he and Minho grilled. Jisung, Felix, and Jeongin were dancing around the fire while Hyunjin, Changbin, and Seungmin were drinking soju in their seats.

The tension between Seungmin and Jeongin had washed away along with the rest of the filth down the drain of the shower. Changbin was clueless, and Hyunjin had been giving him his full attention. That’s the only reason he wasn’t up dancing with the crazies. Chan was completely oblivious to what Felix had in store for him tonight. It’s not like any of what Felix had planned was new to them, just not something they do very often. Felix knew Chan would be happy. Minho and Jisung were still in their honeymoon phase. Even after being together for 3 years, it never seemed to fade—especially now with their brand new engagement. 

Minho could hardly focus on his task— too enraptured in Jisung’s wild dance moves to realize he was nearly burning a piece of meat on the grill.

The stars were shining bright in the sky. With no city lights to dull their view, it seemed like there were more stars in the sky than grains of sand on an island. It was beautiful, magical even. Minho wanted to reach up and pull one down and put one in Jisung’s hands, but he would rather give him the whole world if he could.

Once the food was cooked, the group of men rushed around the grill like a bunch of starving heathens—slamming a little bit of everything on their plates. They made their way back to the fire and positioned themselves in a circle, talking and laughing with their mouths full.

“Which one of you bitches has a good ghost story?” Felix asks, pulling a piece of meat off a stick with his teeth.

“Nooo! I actually want to be able to sleep peacefully tonight!” Jisung shouts, stomping his feet like an overgrown man child.

“Jagiya, we literally watch horror movies before bed.” Minho responds fondly, chuckling under his breath.

“Yeah! And that’s usually when I get my best work done because I can’t fucking sleep after that!”

The whole group laughs at Jisung’s expense, even Minho who rubs a comforting hand down Jisung’s back.

“We can sleep when we’re dead.” Jeongin suddenly speaks. “I’ve actually got a good one. Seems fitting, if I do say so myself.”

“Oh, here we go.” Seungmin says, throwing his head back against his chair. “Let’s all prepare ourselves to be out here for 3 hours waiting for Innie to get to the point.”

“Fuck off!” The group laughs again, even louder this time—their voices booming through the night air. “Well, I’m gonna start the story anyway, so strap the fuck in.”

The group does just that, sitting more comfortable in their seats as they wait for Jeongin to begin.

“So, there’s a pretty scary rumor regarding my grandpa’s death.” Jeongin starts. “Apparently he was into some weird, culty shit, right? Growing up, I would find these weird books in his library: History of satanism, information on demonic possession, and like, weird medical books and witchy shit.”

“I’m gonna take a wild guess and say that it was you who started this rumor?” Changbin asks, looking at Jeongin with an annoyed but knowing expression.

“Your wild guess would be correct. Anyway!” Jeongin continues, ignoring the chuckling happening throughout the circle. “The night my gramps died, I had this really fucked up dream. I could see him surrounded by fire, reaching out to me and screaming at me! I couldn’t really tell what he was saying but he looked fucking angry. The fire got closer and closer until it touched him. It was fucking terrifying. I could literally see his eyeballs melting out of his skull.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Innie. Now I’m the one who’s not gonna be able to sleep tonight.” Hyunjin interrupts, tucking himself under Changbin’s arm.

“I’ll protect you from all the ghosties, doll.” Changbin responds, ignoring the puking sound that comes from Seungmin’s direction.

“Stop being gay.” Jeongin says before continuing the story. “When I woke up the next morning, I was sweating bullets. It felt so real. I could literally feel the heat of the fire, but it didn’t even touch me. It was like I was on the outside of what was going on, but I was still able to see everything. Later that day, my dad told me gramps was found dead in the basement. No explanation, nothing. Just ‘oh by the way, your grandpa’s dead. Don’t forget to take my car to the wash later.’”

“God, your dad is such a cunt.” Felix says harshly.

“No argument there.” Jeongin says with a shrug. “Anyway, I believe my grandpa got into some fucked up shit and landed himself in hell. If not, maybe his ghost is still haunting the halls of the mansion… watching all of us fuck each other.”

“Hot.” Felix says.

“EW!” Hyunjin shouts at the same time.

“The fuck?” Jisung mumbles under his breath.

“I don’t even wanna eat anymore.” Changbin says, tossing his shish kabob back onto his plate.

“Yes you do.” Hyunjin says flatly.

“Yes I do.” Changbin responds, picking the stick back up and yanking a big piece off with his teeth.

More and more stories get told, the most fucked up ones being told my Minho, who has Jisung literally shaking in his boots. Most of the group was cross faded by now, all except for Chan and Felix. Even though Chan didn’t know what to expect, they both knew what was coming tonight required them to have a clear head. Felix was happy to learn that the walls in the bedrooms were incredibly sound proofed. He and Jeongin had a great time testing that out—screaming at the top of their lungs only to hear complete silence. They’d never seen anything like it, but they weren’t complaining.

Felix was starting to get antsy. The glow of the fire was accentuating every muscle and crease on Chan’s muscular arms. He looked so manly and strong. Felix couldn’t wait to turn him into a pathetic mess.

“Hyung.” Felix called, deepening his voice in that tone Chan knew all too well. Chan wordlessly looked over, expression carefully blank but he could already feel his excitement building like a tidal wave. Felix leaned closer, their noses only inches apart. “Go get yourself ready. Don’t take long.”

Chan swallowed dryly, feeling the tingle in his fingers intensify as he nodded and rose from his seat.

“I’m gonna head to bed.” Chan announces to the group, wiping his sweaty palms on his sweats.

“He’s gonna go get his ass prepped for me.” Felix adds, making Chan freeze in place, his ears turning red at a rapid pace. The group laughed at his expense, but Chan just stood there staring at into Felix’s eyes. Chan loved when Felix would embarrass him in front of people. It wasn’t something he would admit out loud, but he didn’t need to. It was obvious. “Aren’t you, hyung?”

Chan cleared his throat and kept his eyes on Felix as he nodded, quickly marching into the house without looking at anyone else.

“I still don’t know how you got him to be like that.” Jisung speaks. “Daddy dom Chan no longer exists. I never thought I’d see the day.”

Jisung has seen Chan in action in the past. Before he met Minho, it wasn’t uncommon for Jisung to participate in threesomes with Chan or Changbin. He always admired the power that Chan had over men. One look and he would have men begging at his feet. He was grateful he got to witness that, because he learned so much. Minho appreciated it, as well.

Hyunjin has only witnessed Chan’s “dominant” persona once—the night he and Felix met 3Racha at the club. He tried it with Felix, and Felix let him. Hyunjin knew Felix was capable of playing either role, so he didn’t see the dramatic change in Chan coming whenever he saw him the second time. That night was a night that Felix and Chan will never forget.

“How long are you gonna keep him waiting this time?” Hyunjin asked, ignoring the feeling he got in his chest when Felix looked over at him with that primal look in his eyes. 

“Not long.” Felix said with a shrug. “I’m feeling impatient.”

That pissed Hyunjin off. Was what he gave to Felix not enough? Maybe he’ll have to fuck him harder next time—no. No, Hyunjin’s done. How has he already forgot that?

As impatient as Felix was, he sat out there with the group for another 30 minutes. He wanted to walk into that room and see Chan desperate. That’s exactly what he walked into.

When Felix entered the bedroom, he found Chan naked and bent over on the bed, a plug buried into his ass. Felix could see a drop of pre-cum dripping from his cock and onto the comforter. Chan was already trembling. He tried to be good while he waited. He knew Felix would punish him harshly if he came before he showed up. Even though that would be fucking spectacular, he didn’t want to disobey. He only allowed himself to stroke his cock for 10 seconds while he was alone, just enough for some temporary relief. 

Felix walked over and into Chan’s view. Chan looked up at him from where his face was pressed into the bed but said nothing. He let out a shaky breath when Felix ran his hand down his back.

“You did good, hyung.” Felix suddenly says, making Chan feel on top of the world. “But this isn’t how I want you.”

Chan blinks, waiting for Felix to tell him what to do next. This is usually how Felix wants him, plug or not. Felix doesn’t say a word. Chan sits up on his knees as he watches Felix walk over to the walk-in closet. When Felix comes back out, he’s holding black leather combat boots in his hands. Chan’s breath catches in his throat, his heart pounding in his chest hard and fast.

The thing is, Chan had completely forgotten he was due for his punishment. About two weeks ago, he had cum without Felix’s permission, but Felix didn’t punish him right away. Felix wanted to get him when he was least expecting it. He never brought it up after—he wanted Chan to forget.

Felix sits in the “cuck chair” placed in the corner of the room and snaps his fingers, wordlessly calling Chan to kneel in front of him. Chan doesn’t hesitate. He rushes off the bed and gets on his knees at Felix’s feet.

“Are you ready for story time, my little slut?” Felix asks, gripping Chan’s chin firmly.

“Y-yes.”

Chan feels a sharp sting across his cheek when Felix strikes him. He whimpers and leaks onto the hardwood floor, biting his bottom lip between his teeth to keep himself from outright moaning.

“Yes what , bitch? Do you really want to make this worse for yourself?” Felix grumbles as he grabs ahold of Chan’s neck, tugging him in closer to spill the words straight into his mouth.

Felix can feel Chan’s Adam’s apple rise and fall when he swallows, but that only makes him squeeze harder. Chan gathers up the sliver of confidence he still has in order to speak.

“Yes, darling. I apologize. Forgive me.” He can barely get the words out with Felix cutting off his air supply with his small hand. That seems to be enough for Felix to release him and lean back against his chair.

“Spread ‘em.” Felix demands, his eyes growing dark with the most twisted desire. Chan slides his knees apart as far as the can go and sits on his heels while Felix slides his feet into the heavy boots without tying them.

Chan is so hard it’s painful. When the cold sole of Felix’s boot presses onto the upper side of Chan’s cock, it makes him shiver under his skin. Slowly but surely, Felix keeps lowering his foot until Chan’s cock touches the hardwood floor underneath him. Felix adds light pressure, making Chan’s eyes flutter shut with pleasure.

“Look at me, slut.” Felix barks, making Chan’s eyes snap back open. 

Felix starts from the beginning—manipulating Hyunjin into fucking him even though he tried to stop it from happening. It turns Chan on so much, hearing how Felix always manages to get what he wants. Felix adds more pressure onto Chan’s cock when he gets to the part in the story where Hyunjin put his dick in his ass.

It takes every ounce of willpower Chan has not to rut into the space he’s been given between Felix’s boot and the floor. When Felix talks about how soft Hyunjin fucked him, something happens. Something Chan has never felt before when it comes to his relationship with Felix. Chan feels…jealous. Even angry. 

Felix can see it all over Chan’s face—this unfamiliar territory. Felix told Chan from the beginning that he couldn’t be held back. He would do what he wanted with whoever he wanted and there was no one that could stop him. Chan was okay with that, but only if he got to watch. Felix’s time with Hyunjin and Changbin were the only exceptions. Chan loved the secrecy of it all. It made their dynamic even more exciting. This, though? This was Hyunjin…making love to the man that Chan loved. He didn’t like that at all.

“What’s with that face?” Felix asks, pressing his foot onto Chan’s cock brutally. Chan lets out a groan and his eyes water so much that his vision blurs.

“I-It’s nothing, darling.” Chan responds. He wants to talk to Felix about how he feels, but not right now. Not when he feels like he could cum the second Felix lifts his foot.

Felix leans in, his elbows on his knees. It only adds more pressure onto Chan’s cock and makes tears fall from him eyes.

“Don’t forget your place.” Felix starts. “You have no ownership over me. I have ownership over you. You’re mine. My property. You don’t fucking own me. Say it.”

“I don’t own you.” Chan says, his anger seeping into his tone. Felix falters, looking into Chan’s eyes for a long moment to calculate his next move. Felix has never said the words to him, but he loves Chan. He doesn’t want to actually hurt him. If Chan was no longer okay with their dynamic, he would just leave him. Or at least that’s what he used to think. 

“Hyung…” Felix whispers, slipping out of his role. “Do we need to stop?”

“No, darling.” Chan responds, still obviously raging inside. “I…I wanna cum.”

Felix lifts his foot and kicks the boot off, making the heavy leather fly across the room. Chan’s eyes roll to the back over his head when he immediately cums. When his mouth falls open, Felix takes that opportunity to rip off his sock and shove his bare foot in Chan’s mouth. 

“That’s it.” Felix breathes. “Cum for me, you little bitch.”

Chan grips his sore cock into his hand, feeling all the marks Felix’s boot left before before he starts fucking into his own fist. He sucks on Felix’s toes—moaning and drooling as he slips his tongue in between. Chan takes his anger out on his own cock, tightening his grip and tugging himself past the overstimulation.

Felix’s pants feel uncomfortably tight, but he wants to get this over with so he can talk to Chan. If things between them are about to change, he’ll need to find his way back home…and leave the man he loves behind. He doesn’t want that.

He removes his foot from Chan’s mouth and stays silent while Chan catches his breath—his face covered in his own spit.

“Clean up your mess.” Felix says, the usual bite in his tone a little softer than usual. 

“Y-yes, darling.” Chan responds bitterly as he leans down to lick his cum off the floor. Chan tries to calm himself down as he swallows up his release, but the harder he tries the angrier he gets. He doesn’t want to talk about it. He doesn’t want to complain, but he’s not sure how much longer he’ll be able to contain himself. 

“Looks good, hyung. Wanna go get washed up?” Felix asks, rubbing a comforting hand through the hair on the back of Chan’s head. 

“No.” Chan responds, pushing Felix’s hand away as he rises back to his knees. “I want you to fuck me now…please.”

“Hyung, I think we should talk—“

“I don’t wanna talk.” Chan says through gritted teeth. “My job here isn’t done.”

“Chan, your job is done when I say—“

“Felix!” Chan shouts, his control completely slipping from him now. Felix slightly flinches but narrows his eyes in Chan’s direction, his own anger starting to bubble up. “I’m not done!”

“Get on the fucking bed then!” Felix shouts back. Chan has never yelled at Felix. If Felix has to fuck him back into submission, that’s what it’s going to have to be. 

Chan rises to his feet without another word and marches over to the bed. When his knees hit the edge, he freezes—looking down at the mattress as if it personally insulted him. He wants to take control, finally be the one with the one with the power. He’s never felt this way with Felix before, and he hates every second of it. He’s only able to live in his internal struggle for a moment. 

Felix rushes behind Chan and grips the back of his neck to slam his face into the mattress. 

“You wanna be useful to me? Then shut your fucking mouth!” Felix ignores the muffled sound Chan lets out when he smacks his ass. Felix leans over until he’s inches away from Chan’s hole and pulls out the plug roughly, leaving Chan open and gaping. Felix spits into Chan’s hole messily, the clear liquid dripping down his perineum.

Chan grabs huge handfuls of the comforter into his hands to ground himself as the mixture of pleasure and rage courses through his veins. A thought enters his head that doesn’t feel like his own. “He’ll never love you. You’ll never be enough for him. You’re nothing. You’re nothing. You’re nothing.”

The tears that leave Chan’s eyes aren’t from pleasure at all, but he ignores it. His job isn’t done. 

Felix gives himself a moment to just fuck Chan with his tongue, his hands gripping onto Chan’s ass cheeks hard enough to bruise. He can only hope that Chan is letting himself drown in the distraction—maybe if he fucks the insecurity out of him, everything will go back to normal.

Felix removes his mouth from Chan to reach over to the lube on the nightstand. He doesn’t bother warming it up in his fingers, he squirts it straight into Chan’s hole and watches him squirm when the coldness seeps into him. 

Felix shoves three fingers into Chan right away, causing the other man to let out a loud groan into the sheets. 

“Raise you’re fucking head, bitch. I wanna hear you.” Felix grumbles, smacking Chan’s ass once again. Chan moves his head to the side but says nothing, only the sounds of his frustrated grunts bouncing off the walls.

Felix uses the lube he gathered up from Chan’s tight heat to lube up his cock, only giving himself a couple tugs before lining himself up. 

He pushes into Chan roughly, one hard, brutal thrust that makes Chan shout loud and deep in his chest. He hisses through his teeth when Felix grabs a handful of his hair and pulls him up until his back is painfully arched. 

“Is this what you wanted?” Felix asks, slamming his hips into Chan’s ass when he starts fucking him in earnest. “Want me to use you like a pathetic little fuck toy? You want me to be used like this, too? Is that it?”

“I— ah!… I just w-want you t-to be…” Chan starts, but he can’t fully comprehend his own thoughts. He doesn’t fully agree with the things he’s thinking. He doesn’t understand why he’s having these thoughts at all. He’s angry with Felix… with Hyunjin… but mostly, he’s angry with himself.

“Answer me!” Felix shouts, twisting his fingers into Chan’s soft strands. 

“I just want you to love me!” Chan blurts, sobbing up towards the ceiling as the words come out. That’s the only thing Chan could say that made sense to him. That’s something he’s always wanted but not something he ever truly wanted to ask for. 

Felix doesn’t know how to respond…so he doesn’t. He just keeps fucking into Chan like a wild animal, chasing his orgasm through his mixture of emotions. Felix doesn’t know what love is, even though he believes he already feels that for Chan. His parents told him they loved him, and then they disowned him and told him he would burn in hell when he came out as gay. The first man he ever had feelings for told him he loved him, then he got him addicted to hard drugs and would use him when he was unconscious. The word ‘love’ is meaningless to Felix. If there was a bigger word…a deeper word he could use to explain his feelings for Chan, he still isn’t sure he’d be able to say it out loud.

Felix cums with tears in his eyes, his nails leaving deep indents into Chan’s hip. The room spins around him from the feeling and the whirlwind of emotions creating destruction in his thoughts. 

He goes through the motions, working through his usual aftercare routine with Chan. He pulls out slowly and presses soft kisses onto the red skin of Chan’s ass cheeks. He helps Chan lay down onto his stomach and kisses the tears off his cheek before he heads to the bathroom to get a warm, wet towel.

Chan and Felix are both silent as Felix cleans Chan up. Chan wishes he could turn back time and just keep his mouth shut. He’d rather take the punishment for his silence than possibly lose Felix. 

“Hyung…” Felix says after he lays down next to Chan. Chan can’t face him, but he lets Felix pull him in to spoon him from the back. “Are you upset?”

“Yes. I’m upset.” Chan admits with a sigh. “I just…you know I would never stop you from doing whatever makes you happy. But…your connection with Hyunjin started way before I came into the picture. You let him make love to you…we have never done that.”

“So…that makes you question my feelings for Hyunjin? Or just my feelings for you?” Felix’s stomach twists when Chan doesn’t answer for a moment. Every silent second feels like a lifetime, creating more and more distance between them.

“I don’t…feel like myself. I just want to sleep this off. Can we do that?…and just talk about this in the morning?” That’s the best Chan can do for now. He doesn’t want to go to sleep with tension between them, but it seems like he won’t be able to get ahold of himself anytime soon. He doesn’t want to say anything else he’ll regret—especially since he doesn’t even agree with his own thoughts.

“Okay.” Felix whispers, knowing that if he has to leave, he’d rather not have to do it in the middle of the night. 

Felix takes it upon himself to prepare them for bed. He turns off the lights, tucks Chan under the comforter and curls back up behind him. He lets himself enjoy Chan’s warmth a little extra as his exhaustion takes over. If he has to say goodbye tomorrow, he’ll never feel this again.

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Felix wakes in the middle of the night feeling feverish, his skin coated in a thin layer of sweat. He’s alone in the bed, but it doesn’t even register. He rises up from the bed without even thinking about it, his feet working on autopilot to take him to the en suite bathroom.

He makes his way over to the sink and turns the water on as cold as it can go. He cups his hands under the stream before he splashes the water onto his face. He doesn’t have a single thought in his head. The room is so quiet he can feel a slight pressure in his ear drums.

He attempts to cool himself down three times before he gives up and turns the water off. He looks into the porcelain bowl and watches as the water drips off his face and down the drain.

“Disgusting.” Felix suddenly hears from behind him, making all the hair on his body stand on end. Felix slowly looks up towards the mirror and what he sees in the reflection makes his heart almost stop.

Standing behind him…is him. Or another version of him. He can only see half of ‘his’ face, but he can see the dark, soulless pit in the eye that’s staring at him, his hair a dark shade of black instead of his usual platinum blonde.

“Look at you.” ‘His’ voice says, so deep he can feel it in his own chest. “Such a disgusting excuse of a man. There’s a special place in hell for someone like you. Do you wanna know what it feels like?”

Felix is frozen in place. When ‘he’ reaches around to put ‘his’ fingers into Felix’s mouth with both hands, Felix can’t even resist. ‘He’ curls his fingers over Felix’s top teeth with one hand and Felix’s bottom teeth with the other. ‘He’ slowly starts pulling his hands apart, and Felix can feel the pressure of his jaw extending past its limit. Felix can’t even scream as the corners of his mouth begin to tear, all he can do is watch as his jaw gets ripped from his skull.

Felix wakes with a loud gasp and his hands immediately shoot to his face. His heart is pounding so hard in his chest he can hear it in his ears. He feels around, and lucky his jaw is still in place.

He looks to his side and sees Chan still sleeping peacefully next to him. It was just a dream…it’s not real. Chan’s still here. I’m still here…it was just a dream.

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DAY TWO

Felix couldn’t bring himself to close his eyes again after that terrifying nightmare. The lingering fear clung to him, as if he could still feel the unsettling tug at the corners of his mouth, the suffocating pressure of fingers digging behind his teeth. Every time he tried to breathe deeply, the memory would creep back, twisting in his mind like a shadow that refused to fade.

Chan was still asleep beside him, completely oblivious. His steady, rhythmic breathing filled the space between them, the sound so calm and unbothered that it almost felt surreal in the midst of Felix’s unease. Felix reached out, pressing closer to Chan, hoping the warmth of his presence would erase the horrific images still swirling in his mind. But the darkness of the room only seemed to amplify his dread, the silence pressing in on him, and his heartbeat continued to hammer in his chest, each thud a reminder of the nightmare he couldn't escape.

Felix couldn’t bear to lie there any longer. With a heavy sigh, he slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb Chan’s deep sleep. It was already 3 a.m., and the thought of drifting back into the darkness of that nightmare-filled slumber felt impossible. He wasn’t going to get any rest anytime soon.

Reluctantly, he decided to head downstairs. The idea of being alone in the quiet house didn’t sit well with him, but there was no other choice. The isolation of the stillness only made him feel more exposed, more vulnerable. He longed for the company of someone else, but with it being the middle of the night, he knew no one would be awake to offer him any comfort.

As he padded down the stairs, he was thankful for the soft glow of the dim lights that lit each step, casting faint shadows along the walls. The silence of the house was oppressive, like a weight pressing down on him.

As Felix stepped into the kitchen, he was startled to find someone already sitting at the kitchen island. It was Changbin, hunched over his phone, swiping at the screen with a look of mild frustration. Felix was glad he wouldn’t be alone, but it being Changbin sitting there was exactly what Felix needed. 

Felix walked up to him, the sound of his ankle popping being the only thing alerting Changbin of his presence. Changbin flinched, his body tensing, before his eyes snapped to Felix’s. A sharp breath escaped Changbin as he exhaled heavily, a hand instinctively pressing to his chest, as tried to steady himself.

“Shit, you scared the fuck out of me. What are you doing up?” Changbin asked, feeling his heart pound in his chest on the skin of his palm.

“Had a bad dream. Wanted some tea.” Felix responded, a soft smile on his lips as he dragged his fingers through Changbin’s hair. Changbin closes his eyes and leans into Felix’s touch, bringing his own hand up to grab onto Felix’s shirt. “What about you? Why aren’t you asleep?”

“I kept hearing this weird tapping coming from the bathroom in our room…” Changbin explains. “It was freaking me out.”

Changbin had been lying in bed, his mind wandering, when the tapping started. It was faint at first, almost like a distant heartbeat echoing through the silence of the room. He tried to ignore it, but it only grew louder, relentless. 

Finally, unable to ignore it any longer, Changbin got out of bed. His footsteps felt too heavy on the floor as he made his way toward the bathroom, hoping to find some explanation, but by the time he reached the doorway, the sound had stopped. Silence flooded the room, thick and unsettling. He stood there for a moment, feeling the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, his breath coming out shallow as he scanned the room. And then, a single tap—a sharp, distinct sound—echoed through the space, like something cold and pointed striking glass. Changbin's eyes darted toward the source of the noise, and there, in the dim light, he met his own gaze in the bathroom mirror. His heart skipped, a chill creeping down his spine.

What made his stomach turn was not just the sound, but the marks. On the mirror were fingerprints. They were smudged, smeared as if someone had pressed their hand against the glass from the other side. Changbin reached out instinctively, but when his fingers brushed the surface, it felt... wrong. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t wipe them away. The mirror stayed tainted, as though the marks had been there far longer than he could account for.

A creeping thought crossed his mind—that the fingerprints weren’t just on the mirror, but on the inside. His skin went cold. He didn’t even want to entertain the idea of what that might mean. Panic surged in his chest, and without a second thought, he turned and fled from the room. He couldn’t bring himself to stay.

“Maybe the tap wasn’t turned off all the way?” Felix asks, making his way to the stove to start on his tea.

“Yeah…maybe.” Changbin didn’t want to get into it any further. Maybe he was just seeing things, and he definitely didn’t want to discuss it with Felix the skeptic. Changbin let out a heavy sigh and started struggling with his phone again, annoyed that the signal was so spotty.

“What else is wrong?” Felix suddenly asks. “I can always tell when something’s bothering you, you know.”

Something else was bothering Changbin. Luckily Felix was here, though. Maybe he could fix the problem.

“I’m…so fucking horny, Lix.” Changbin responded honestly, knowing that would get him what he wanted. “Hyunjin was too tired to do anything. It sucks when he gets like that.”

Felix already knew that was going to happen. Hyunjin had fucked him so nicely, there was no way he’d have the energy for Changbin. Felix already had his tea steeping on the stove, so he turned back toward Changbin and rested against the counter with his arms crossed.

“I guess it’s good we’re the only ones up, huh?” Felix pushed off the counter and made his way towards Changbin. Changbin looked up at him with those beautiful, pleading eyes but said nothing. “You need me to take care of you, honey?

Changbin groans when Felix starts rubbing his shoulders, easing the tension in his muscles.

“P-please…I need it so bad.” Changbin whispered, closing his eyes when Felix presses his fingers a little harder.

“I may have used up some energy on Chan-hyung tonight, but I can still make you feel good.” Felix says, his voice deep and rich in Changbin’s ears. “We can go into one of the extra rooms and you can be as loud as you want. No one will hear you, honey.”

Changbin is so grateful for Felix. He’s always down when Changbin needs him no matter what. 

The only thing he despised was how much he loved him. His feelings for Hyunjin ran deeper than words could ever express—he loved him with a tenderness and intensity that filled him in ways he couldn’t describe. But despite that, despite the bond they shared, he couldn’t stop himself from falling for Felix. It was a secret he kept buried, a part of him that he tried to suppress, but it was there, undeniable and fierce. He longed to have them both, to somehow keep them in his life the way he wanted—exclusive, entirely his—but that wasn’t an option. Chan had claimed that first spot, and there was no undoing it.

When Chan and Changbin had first crossed paths with Hyunjin and Felix, Chan knew instantly that Felix was the one for him. It was like a magnetic pull he couldn’t ignore. But for Changbin, it wasn’t as simple. Both Hyunjin and Felix had caught his eye—each in their own way, drawing him in with their energy, their presence. But he made a choice, and that choice was to stay away from Felix. He couldn't bring himself to interfere, not when he saw how happy Felix made Chan. He had to step back, to let his hyung have the happiness he deserved.

But things didn’t go as he expected. What began as a quiet respect for the space Felix had with Chan slowly morphed into something else. Felix, with his teasing smile and charm, began to approach him, and despite every internal warning, Changbin couldn't turn him away. It was a slow burn at first—a playful glance, a casual touch—but it quickly escalated. Felix wasn’t subtle in his pursuit, and by the time Changbin realized what was happening, it was already too late. He couldn’t resist. Not when Felix’s eyes held him with that same irresistible pull. What had started as something he never expected to happen had become something he couldn’t walk away from.

Changbin waited impatiently as Felix fixed up his tea. Felix didn’t want to leave the kettle on a hot stove and have to rush through what he wanted to do to Changbin. He waited for the whistle and poured his tea into a mug, taking a few sips of it as Changbin watched him, already squirming in his seat.

Felix didn’t even care about the tea anymore. Changbin would be a good distraction from that shitty ass nightmare he just had. He chugged the tea until it was half empty and poured the rest down the drain of the sink, leaving the dirty mug there to deal with later.

“Come on, honey.” Felix said, holding his hand out for Changbin to take. Changbin felt warmth bloom in his chest as they intertwined their fingers. 

Changbin and Felix tip-toed up the stairs hand in hand. Felix was so excited to have this time with Changbin. Changbin was the only man Felix would let fully dom him. Changbin was an incredible power bottom. Changbin didn’t know it, but he taught Felix some things…how to be the best power bottom for Hyunjin.

They made their way into one of the spare bedrooms, and before the door even closed behind them, their tongues were in each other’s mouths.

“God, I missed you so fucking much.” Changbin whispers, and Felix swallows up every word. 

Felix doesn’t respond with words, he just whimpers into Changbin’s mouth, their kiss messy and wet, filled with passion and desire. They start ripping off each other’s clothes and gripping onto each other’s exposed flesh—the energy between them burning and powerful. Changbin’s hands get more and more aggressive and persistent, but Felix loves every second of it.

Felix wants Changbin to get everything he wants. He wants to make Changbin cum so hard he won’t be able to stand for a while.

Once all of their clothes have hit the floor, Felix starts walking Changbin towards the bed—their mouths still attached. When the back of Changbin’s legs hit the bed, he throws his body back and pulls Felix right on top of him.

“How are you always so fucking warm?” Changbin asks, pulling Felix by his hair roughly to kiss him again. 

Changbin ruts his thick cock against Felix’s, finding the friction he’s craving so badly. Felix tastes like summer—sweet and intoxicating, like ripe strawberries kissed by the sun. Changbin is utterly lost in him, in the way Felix’s warmth wraps around him, the way his every breath fills the space between them. He hasn’t thought about Hyunjin once since this moment began. Felix has completely consumed him, his presence so magnetic that every thought in Changbin’s head turns to soft, disjointed mush. 

He pulls back just enough to take him in—really see him. Felix’s eyes sparkle in the dim light, his smile soft but bright, and his cheeks are dotted with the sweetest freckles, each one a tiny mark of his beauty. Changbin could lose himself in the delicate patterns of those freckles, tracing each one with his lips if he could. He wants to kiss them all—slowly, deliberately—marking each spot as if it were a part of a secret list only he knew, a list of everything he loves about Felix. Every freckle, every curve of his face, every little thing that makes Felix uniquely, undeniably perfect in Changbin’s eyes.

“I want this pretty mouth on my cock.” Changbin says, rubbing his thumb on Felix’s lips. “Want you to let me fuck your throat until I cum.”

“Anything for you, honey.” Felix says sweetly before placing his lips on Changbin’s neck, licking gently along his pulse point. Felix works his way down, leaving wet kisses along Changbin’s body and flicking his tongue against his nipples. Changbin groans and tugs at Felix’s hair as goosebumps rise all over his skin.

Felix only indulges for a moment before he continues his descent down Changbin’s body until his knees hit the floor. Changbin is already breathless, the view of Felix’s face so close to his cock driving him absolutely wild.

Felix doesn’t make Changbin wait any longer. He licks up the length of Changbin’s cock, letting his spit drip down. Changbin feels the tingle of it, Felix’s spit dripping down all the way until it soaks the rim of his hole. 

When Felix gets the tip of Changbin’s cock in his mouth, Changbin groans and grips onto the hair on the back of Felix’s head. 

“Get it all in there, love.” Changbin starts pushing Felix’s head down further, his arousal reaching its peak as Felix chokes around his cock. “That’s it. That’s a good boy.”

Felix whimpers as he starts bobbing his head up and down, loving the feeling of Changbin deep in his throat. Changbin puts his other hand in Felix’s hair, pulling at his strands as he starts thrusting his hips up.

“Your mouth is so fucking perfect. So fucking good for me.” Felix moans around Changbin’s length, soaking up his praises and the sting on his scalp. Changbin’s cock is so thick that his jaw already starts to ache, but he doesn’t stop—he just keeps pulling the sweet words and praises out of Changbin, unable to respond with him so deep in his throat. “Put that tongue in my ass baby, get me ready.”

Changbin pulls Felix up and off of him by his hair, watching in wonder as Felix pants heavily, drooling all down his chin. Changbin lifts his feet off the floor and plants them on the bed, exposing his tight hole right in Felix’s face. Felix places his hands on the back of Changbin’s thick thighs, pushing them up until his feet start dangling in the air.

Felix spits on Changbin’s hole before he dives in, eating Changbin’s ass like a man starved. Changbin moans loud and unabashed, gripping onto his own thighs right above Felix’s small hands. Felix’s tongue is fucking magic, making the sounds Changbin produces become louder and louder. He circles his tongue around the rim, dipping the tip into Changbin’s ass to tease him just a bit.

Felix loves how riled up Changbin gets when he teases him. Changbin always becomes so rough and impatient. 

“Get the fuck in there.” Changbin demands, reaching for Felix’s hair to pull it closer to him. When Felix tongue finally slides all the way into Changbin’s hole, he throws his head back, letting the sounds of his pleasure bounce off the walls. He pushes and pulls Felix’s head, making Felix fuck him nice and hard with his tongue. “Yes, yes, yes, fuck.”

Felix’s tongue isn’t very long but it does the job, getting Changbin’s ass nice and wet. They didn’t have any lube in this room, so Felix knew he had to produce as much spit as possible in order to get his fingers inside. 

Changbin lets go of Felix’s hair, letting the younger man catch his breath.

“I’m ready. Come on, baby, make me cum.” Changbin says, planting his feet back on the bed with his legs spread nice and wide.

Felix leans forward on his aching knees to watch how his middle and ring fingers enter Changbin’s hole. His fingers are small enough for him to rush a bit, seeing how desperate Changbin is. Felix leans forward even more, the motion pushing his fingers all the way in to take Changbin’s cock back into his mouth. 

Felix starts bobbing his head on his own, pumping and curling his fingers just right to drive Changbin wild.

“ Ah, shit. Give me another, come on.” Felix can feel the spit falling from his mouth and straight onto his fingers, making the slide nice and easy. He adds a third finger and starts pounding them into Changbin’s ass. “Right there, right there. Don’t stop.”

When Felix looks up at Changbin with those beautiful doe eyes, tears building on top of his lids, the feeling in Changbin’s gut electrifies. Felix is fucking ethereal—a force of nature—especially when he has Changbin’s cock in his throat.

Changbin doesn’t give Felix a warning, he just shoots his load into his mouth, shouting loudly towards the ceiling as Felix swallows around him.

The taste of Changbin’s cum is Felix’s favorite. It’s sweeter than candy, at least to him. There was something strong and powerful about it so he swallowed it all down, making sure not a single drop slipped past his lips. 

Felix didn’t even need Changbin to touch him to make him cum. Watching Changbin go through his orgasm was enough to make Felix cum untouched, right onto the floor. 

Felix removed his fingers from Changbin’s ass slowly once his mouth was empty, sticking them into his mouth to taste the cherry flavored lube mixed with a hint of Changbin. The sight was almost erotic enough to make Changbin hard again, but Felix did a good enough job to exhaust him.

Changbin already missed the feeling of Felix inside him. He wanted to pull him up onto the bed and cuddle him until they fell asleep, but Felix has never let that happen. Not only that, but Changbin had to get back to Hyunjin. Now that he was satisfied, Changbin couldn’t help but think about Hyunjin all alone in their room.

Felix crawled on top of Changbin’s limp body and kissed him softly.

“Feeling better, honey?” Felix asked with a slight rasp to his voice, only making it sound deeper. It sent a chill through Changbin’s skin, but he held himself back. Hyunjin’s face kept popping into his head the more time went on.

“Yes, much better. Thank you, love, you were perfect.” He gave Felix one more chaste peck, relishing in the sound of their lips smacking together. “We should try going back to bed. I don’t want Jinnie or Chan-hyung to come looking for us if they wake up.”

Although Felix was enjoying his time with Changbin, he couldn’t wait to get back to Chan. He was worried Chan would still be upset when he woke up, so he needed to spend as much time with him as possible. It was still in the back of Felix’s mind that he might have to pack all his shit and leave when the sun rose. The thought of it made Felix’s heart squeeze painfully in his chest.

“You’re right.” Felix sighed. “I’m gonna clean up in here. Go ahead and get dressed and I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Okay, love. Have sweet dreams, okay?”

“I’ll try, honey.”

Once Felix and Changbin had their clothes back on, Felix started cleaning up. Changbin didn’t want to leave Felix to do it all on his own, but Felix insisted. There wasn’t much to do—just fix the sheets back up and clean his cum off the floor. Changbin started walking towards the bedroom door and paused when he noticed a full body mirror attached to the door.

There were two faint, almost imperceptible handprints on the glass. Changbin’s stomach tightened as he stared at them, knowing with absolute certainty that neither he nor Felix had touched the mirror. It was impossible—he would have noticed. A creeping thought crossed his mind: maybe the cleaners Jeongin had hired weren’t as thorough as he’d claimed. But even as the thought lingered, something didn’t feel right.

His mind drifted back to the fingerprints he had seen in his ensuite bathroom earlier—those smudged marks on the mirror, lingering in a way that made his skin crawl. He could almost feel the air grow heavier around him, a suffocating weight pressing against his chest as the unease grew. Alarm bells were ringing loudly in the back of Changbin’s mind, each one more insistent than the last. It wasn’t just a simple mistake, or a little dust left behind—it felt deliberate. And the longer he stared at the prints on the glass, the more the feeling of being watched crept under his skin, like someone, or something, was lurking just out of sight, waiting for the right moment to make itself known.

Don’t leave Felix alone. Stay with him.

Those thoughts came in strong, but he brushed them off. He figured he was just being paranoid. Dirty mirrors didn’t mean danger, right?

Changbin slipped out of the room, casting one last glance at Felix. Felix was humming softly to himself, a gentle, melodic sound that seemed to fill the space, his hands deftly tucking the sheets back under the bed with quiet precision. There was something serene about the sight, but it did nothing to calm the storm of anxiety churning in Changbin’s chest.

His heart raced as he turned down the hall, the silence of the house pressing in on him, suffocating. Every step felt heavier than the last, the distance to his and Hyunjin’s room stretching unnervingly far.

Go back. Go back.

By the time Changbin made it to his bedroom door, his palms were sweating. His hand almost slipped off the door knob when he slowly turned it, quietly entering the room.

“Binnie?” Changbin heard Hyunjin’s small voice from inside the dark room, making him flinch a little.

“Yeah, baby. Why are you awake?” Changbin’s eyes adjusted to the darkness slowly, realizing Hyunjin was still lying where he left him.

“There’s this annoying ass tapping coming from the bathroom. I thought it was you in there.” Hyunjin said, groaning as he moved onto his back to stretch. “It stopped when you walked in though…where were you?”

“I was having trouble sleeping.” Changbin responded, acting like what Hyunjin just said didn’t just freak him out even more. “Just went to drink some tea.”

“Oh…okay.” Hyunjin’s face was a bit swollen from sleep, so Changbin focused on that as he sat on the edge of the bed and combed his fingers through Hyunjin’s hair. “Can you check the bathroom? I wanna go back to sleep.”

“Of course, beautiful.” Changbin did not want to go back in there. He couldn’t figure it out the first time, he had no hope that he would figure it out this time.

Once Felix was satisfied with the room, he started making his way towards the bedroom door.

“I see you.”

Felix froze, a chill crawling up his spine as the hair on the back of his neck prickled, standing on end. He knew the mirror was on the door, so he deliberately kept his eyes fixed on the floor, refusing to let his gaze wander. But the air around him felt thick, suffocating, as if something was pressing in from every side. He couldn’t tell if he was imagining it, if his mind was playing tricks on him, but the voice sounded like it was right next to him, breathing against his skin.

You’re awake. You’re just tired. Get out and go to bed.

The lights above flickered erratically, casting fleeting shadows across the room. Felix’s heart pounded in his chest as his hair stirred, moving on its own, drifting slightly to one side of his face. A warm puff of air brushed against his cheek—too warm, too close—like someone was breathing directly on him.

Felix’s breath hitched in his throat, paralyzed by a deep, bone-chilling fear. He couldn’t move, couldn’t even think. 

Changbin please come back…help me.

Felix didn’t believe in the supernatural. Felix believed that the world’s evil was walking the streets everyday, creating families, raising children, pretending to love him. This, though? Felix had no explanation for this.

“Look up.”

Felix refused. Once he felt like his muscles started working, he reached for the handle of the door and ran out of the room, rushing to find Chan in bed. 

Felix’s footsteps echoed loudly on the hardwood floor as he ran, each hurried stride pounding in his chest. Tears stung at the corners of his eyes, blurring his vision as fear gripped him tighter with every passing second. The darkness of the hallway seemed to chase him, as if unseen eyes were lurking in the shadows, waiting for the moment to strike. 

He pushed into his bedroom, pressing his body against the door to catch his breath. At this moment, Felix hated that Chan was such a hard sleeper, because he didn’t move at all. Felix wanted Chan to hold him, keep him safe in his muscular arms.

Felix got under the covers quickly and scooted as close to Chan as possible, grabbing his arm and throwing it over his body. Felix buried his face in Chan’s bare chest, willing his thoughts to slow.

You’re just tired. It wasn’t real. The nightmare is messing with your head. 

Felix kept repeating those thoughts until he believed it. By the time his heart had slowed, he chuckled at himself, embarrassed. He was still too scared to fall asleep, but it felt like his brain was giving him no choice. 

Sleep now, Felix. We’ll meet soon.

🩸

Seungmin woke as soon as the birds started chirping in the sky. Seungmin has always been an early riser, he simply couldn’t help it, he enjoyed being productive. 

Of course, Jeongin was still sleeping soundly, cuddled up against Seungmin’s side and quietly snoring. Seungmin left a small kiss to Jeongin’s temple and moved to get out of bed. 

Seungmin took a nice warm shower, stealing some of Jeongin’s skin care products because…why not? Seungmin was on vacation, he wanted to feel his best. He brushed his teeth, combed his hair, and moisturized his face with Jeongin’s ridiculously expensive unscented moisturizer.  He threw on his most comfortable loungewear and tip toed out of the room, only to catch sight of Minho in the hallway.

“Morning, Min.” Seungmin said, tucking his hands in his pockets to walk towards the stairs.

“Morning, Min.” Minho responded with a smirk, making Seungmin roll his eyes.

“I just saw you and I’m already sick of you.”  Minho let out a high pitched giggle and followed Seungmin down the stairs. Clearly, they were headed towards the same destination since they both ended up in the kitchen. “Why are you following me, you freak?”

“I’m not following you, nimrod. I came to make Jisungie some breakfast.” Minho responded, flicking Seungmin lightly on the forehead.

“Gross. You guys are so gay.” Seungmin said with yet another eyeroll, ignoring the cackling coming from Minho as he started making his tea. “Which one of you assholes left a dirty mug in the sink?”

“Hell if I know.” Minho said. “Leave it there, make them wash it.”

“I’m not doing anyone else’s chores, don’t you know me at all?” Seungmin found a clean mug in the cabinet and set it aside as he started making his tea. Seungmin may have been a morning person, but he wasn’t a breakfast person. He was grateful that breakfast pizza was a thing, but they didn’t have any, so he decided to just wait until he was ridiculously hungry in order to eat. 

Minho was clearly making some kind of stuffed omelette. It was no secret that Minho always went above and beyond for Jisung. Seungmin could be like that for Jeongin too, but Seungmin couldn’t cook for shit. By the time Seungmin’s tea was done, he was itching to get some fresh air.

He poured his tea into his mug and punched Minho lightly on the arm, dodging the retaliation by a hair as he made his way towards the back porch. Seungmin was excited to experience the morning air away from the city. He loved his job. He was the best of the best and he was proud of it, but he hated how his surroundings were always so loud. 

Being the youngest cyber security officer in all of Seoul gave him incredible opportunities. He could’ve worked for the government or even for the mafia, but he wanted to stay close to Jeongin. They had been friends for most of their lives. Thanks to Seungmin’s incredibly high test scores, he received a full ride scholarship to one of the most prestigious schools in the entire country–a school that Jeongin had got into thanks to his dad’s wealth. 

Seungmin made his way out of the double doors, closed his eyes, and inhaled heavily through his nose, soaking up the scents of the forest around him. The lake was still, not a single soft wave in sight. The sun was still low in the sky, a visual that Seungmin basked in. 

“Good morning.” 

Seungmin looked to the side, seeing Hyunjin sitting there on the porch with a paintbrush in hand. Seungmin and Hyunjin weren’t as close as the rest of the guys. Seungmin was really intimidated by Hyunjin’s cockiness. Maybe he was jealous, but he’d never admit that to himself. He did enjoy Hyunjin’s company when they weren’t around the other guys though. Hyunjin wasn’t as loud, as obnoxious. It was peaceful to be around Hyunjin when he didn’t want to be the center of attention.

Hyunjin had woken up early enough to catch the first light of dawn, the soft hues of the sunrise blending effortlessly with the paints he had meticulously mixed to match the colors in the sky. Changbin was still fast asleep in the bedroom, leaving Hyunjin with the rare gift of solitude. He seized the moment, eager to capture the tranquil scene unfolding before him. The lake shimmered in the morning light, its surface smooth as glass, while the surrounding forest stood proud and full of life. The pristine dock stretched out toward the water, and the air was alive with the song of birds perched on nearby branches. It was the kind of weather that made everything feel perfectly in sync—just the right amount of crispness in the air, enough to make him pull on his favorite cardigan and cozy up in his fuzzy pajama pants.

As he painted, Hyunjin fell into a trance, his movements fluid and automatic. He hardly blinked as his brushstrokes flowed across the canvas, each stroke pulling him deeper into a meditative state. The painting had taken a direction he hadn’t anticipated. What had begun as a vibrant and serene depiction of nature had transformed into something entirely different. The dock in his painting was weathered, the wood warped and worn, a shadow of its former self. The trees, devoid of leaves, stood like ancient sentinels, their bare branches stretching toward an overcast sky. It wasn’t the idyllic view he had set out to capture, but something about the worn, aged quality of the scene felt strangely familiar and deeply resonant. 

“Morning.” Seungmin said, smiling softly as he sat in a chair closer to where Hyunjin was sitting. “Your painting looks good. I like the colors.”

“Thanks, Minnie.” They were speaking in almost a whisper. Neither of them wanted to add any unnecessary volume to the comforting silence. 

They didn’t speak anymore when Hyunjin started adding his finishing touches, just a few details to pull everything together. Seungmin just sat there quietly, sipping on his tea, overlooking the water, and occasionally stealing glances at Hyunjin’s beautiful art.

🩸

“Oh, that smells good.” Jisung hadn’t even opened his eyes yet. He was pulled out of his sleep when Minho walked in, obviously carrying his breakfast based on the smell wafting in Jisung’s direction.

Minho loved Jisung’s voice in the morning. It sounded all deep and scratchy, sleepy but somehow powerful enough to turn Minho on. Jisung rubbed his fists over his eyes, wiping away the crust at the corners before he was finally able to open them. Minho was carrying a large tray with a couple plates of food and some juice, making Jisung’s stomach growl loudly. 

Minho was smiling with his eyes, as he always does when he looks at Jisung. Jisung loved feeling loved all the time.

“How’d you sleep, Jagiya?” Minho asked as he made his way to the bed. Jisung stretched and groaned loudly as he sat up against the headboard, salivating at the sight of the omelettes being set across his lap.

“I slept good, kitten. I always sleep good with you.” Jisung responded, smiling up at Minho as he got comfortable at his side.

“I’m sorry if I woke you earlier than you wanted, but I want to spend some time with you today…away from everyone else.” Jisung didn’t mind that at all. There was a part of him that was itching to work on some music, but he promised Minho that they would just enjoy their vacation. “Maybe we can find a trail somewhere along the woods, take a nice walk together?”

Jisung wasn’t very outdoorsy, but he would do anything as long as Minho was there with him. 

“I’d like that.”

Jisung and Minho ate their breakfast and drank their juice through their conversation and laughter. As expected, it was delicious and they were both comfortably full. Minho stacked their empty dishes on top of the tray and rose out of the bed to deposit it onto the desk in the corner.

“Take your clothes off, Jagiya.” Minho said, walking slowly back towards the bed.

Jisung smiled nice and bright and did as Minho asked, quickly peeling off his pajamas and throwing them onto the floor. Minho crawled onto the bed, laying on his stomach between Jisung’s legs. Jisung loved the view of Minho’s feline eyes looking up at him, his face dangerously close to Jisung’s already hard cock.

“I’m not full enough yet.” Minho whispered, and then took Jisung’s cock into his mouth without any further delay.

Jisung sighed heavily, the feel of Minho’s wet, warm mouth on him exactly what he needed after such an amazing meal. Minho was working him up nice and slow, pressing his tongue to the underside of his cock and stroking his fist over Jisung’s length under his lips.

Jisung looked down at Minho in wonder and softly caressed the back of his head, feeling his soft strands shift under his palm.

“So perfect. So beautiful. You feel so good, kitten.” Jisung whispered, moaning softly as Minho hummed around his cock. Jisung reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube, feeling as if he wasn’t full enough either. 

Minho saw the bottle in Jisung’s hand and took it from him. He kept his mouth working as he squeezed the lube onto his fingers. He was glad Jisung was willing to bottom today because Minho was willing to put in the work. He wanted to give Jisung his full attention, let him just lay there and take it.

Jisung groaned when Minho slid a finger inside him, pumping it slowly to stretch him out just right. It didn’t take long for him to get three fingers inside, curling them and spreading them apart to taste more of the precum leaking out of his cock.

“I’m ready, kitten. If you keep that up, I’ll cum before you even get your cock in me.” Jisung said, breathless and impatient. 

Minho removed his mouth from him, a string of spit keeping them connected until he sat all the way up on his knees.

“Turn over for me, Jagiya.” Minho said, peeling his own clothes off his body. Jisung got up on his knees facing Minho and pulled him in for a slow, wet kiss. Minho cupped Jisung’s face in his hands, pouring his adoration straight into Jisung’s mouth as he licked inside of it. 

Minho couldn’t wait for their trip to Japan. He wanted to marry Jisung a long time ago, but it wasn’t legal in Korea. Nothing would stop him from making Jisung his forever. Minho would shout it to the rooftops how much he loved Jisung, and Jisung would be right there next to him doing the same. They were made for each other—soulmates, twin flames, kindred spirits.

Jisung pulled away and turned around, grasping onto Minho’s hands when he felt them squeezing at his chest. Minho left soft kisses on Jisung’s shoulder, trailing them up until he could suck on his neck. 

“F-fuck me…please.” Jisung begged with his eyes closed, head leaning to the side to give Minho more access. Minho picked the bottle of lube back up off the bed and poured it onto his cock, drenching it to stroke his hand over it and rub the excess onto Jisung’s hole. He wrapped one arm across Jisung’s body and pulled him close, pushing his cock inside him nice and slow. “Oh, f-fuck.”

“So tight for me, Jagiya.” Minho whispered into Jisung’s ear, thrusting his hips to make Jisung feel every inch of him. “I love your ass so much, your sinful body. You’re so beautiful, so sexy.”

Jisung’s eyes rolled back and he threw his head back on Minho’s shoulder, the words spilling in his ears and flowing straight to his neglected cock.

Minho started thrusting harder, making Jisung fall forward, his hands hitting the bed before his face could. Minho kept Jisung pressed close to his body as he fucked him, angling his hips just right to hit Jisung’s prostate with every thrust. 

“Fuck, you’re so deep.” Jisung whined, feeling like his insides were being rearranged. Minho was moaning and grunting straight into his ear, and it was more beautiful than any song Jisung’s ever made. Minho was starting to slow down, trying to hold himself back from cumming before Jisung had the chance. “Please keep going. Fill me up, kitten, I want it.”

Minho bit down on Jisung’s shoulder, spilling his release inside of him only a moment later. Minho couldn’t help it. It wasn’t often that Jisung would let Minho fuck him like this, so his orgasm came full force, hitting him so hard tears started building in his eyes.

Once Minho’s movement had stopped, Jisung pulled Minho down onto the bed and moved in between his legs. “My turn.”

Minho watched breathlessly as Jisung grabbed the lube and poured it onto his fingers. Minho should’ve known better, of course Jisung wouldn’t let him do all the work. 

Jisung wasted no time opening Minho up, using his fingers expertly to make Minho nearly hard again. When Jisung felt like Minho was ready, he grabbed Minho’s legs and folded him in half, laying his body on top of him as his cock slipped inside. 

Minho’s cum was oozing out of Jisung’s ass and dripping down his thighs, but Jisung didn’t even care, not with Minho wrapped so nicely around him. Jisung didn’t want to fuck Minho into the mattress, he wanted to make love to him, start their day off just right.

“I can’t believe how lucky I am.” Jisung whispers, fucking into Minho slowly, their lips so close together they’re nearly touching. “I get to have this all to myself. How’d I get so lucky, huh? What did I do in a past life to deserve someone as amazing as you?”

Minho just looked deep into Jisung’s beautiful brown eyes, his pleasure taking over every cell in his body to the point where he couldn’t even speak.

“I’m all yours and you’re all mine. Tell me you’re mine, kitten.”  Jisung started leaving open mouthed kisses along the skin of Minho’s calf, waiting patiently for Minho to be able to speak.

“I-I’m yours. I’m yours. F-fuck, I love you–” Jisung pressed his lips to Minho’s, moaning into his mouth as he came. Minho came at the same time, his cum squirting all over his own torso. 

🩸🩸

After Minho and Jisung showered, fucking one more time through the process, they got dressed and left the house. They walked along the edge of the forest looking for a trail, but they couldn’t find one. They continued walking the perimeter hand in hand, peering through the thick trees until they heard movement.

“Look Jisungie, it’s you!” Minho said, pointing between the trees. There was a squirrel there, it’s cheeks full with whatever it was munching on.

“He looks just as full as I am.” Jisung responded, laughing nice and bright when Minho whacked him on the arm.

When they eventually made it to the edge of the lake, a string of words came to Jisung’s head. It was poetry, something that always came to him whenever he felt inspired. He repeated the lines over and over in his head, desperately trying to commit them to memory. The rhythm and cadence of the words played like a loop in his thoughts, each one too precious to forget. He couldn't let them slip away. His fingers itched to grab a pen, to write them down before they vanished, to preserve them for when he returned home and could record them properly.

“Can we go back in? I wanna write something real quick.” Jisung said, pulling at Minho’s hand. Minho didn’t budge. He kept his feet planted in his spot, and when Jisung turned to look at him, he looked annoyed.

“You promised me no work, Sungie.” Minho said, holding onto Jisung’s hand tightly.

“I know, I know. I just wanna write something down real quick, it won’t take lo–”

“You always say that and then you disappear to write for hours. I wanna be out here with you, enjoying the–”

“I can bring my notebook out here–”

“Don’t interrupt me, Jisung.” Jisung froze, snapping his mouth shut when he heard the frustration in Minho’s voice. “You shouldn’t have even brought your notebook if you were going to keep your promise to me. You know I’m always supportive of you, I never bother you when you’re busy with work. But, I don’t want you to do that here, you know this. We talked about this.”

Jisung could feel the lyrics slipping from his memory already and it was starting to make him anxious. He dropped Minho’s hand and sighed, hiding his sweaty palms in his pockets.

“You know how I get, Min. Once I have an idea in my head, I have to write it down. Please just let me get–”

“No, Jisung. No work–”

“It won’t take long! It’s not that big of a deal, Minho!” 

“It’s a big deal to me!” Minho’s voice echoed over the water, his anger reaching a point that it didn’t usually hit. 

Minho was usually more understanding. There really wasn’t anything wrong with sitting down on the dock and letting Jisung write out his thoughts, but there was something in Minho’s brain telling him not to let Jisung go back inside. He knew he had to get Jisung out of the house the second he woke up. He didn’t know why he had such a bad feeling about Jisung lying in that bed. They were far from any danger, so Minho just figured he was just being unnecessarily paranoid. 

Minho turned away from Jisung and towards the water, lowering his body to the ground until he was sat with his elbows on his knees. “Just do whatever you want, Jisung. You know I’ll be here waiting for you anyway.”

Jisung’s heart broke. He didn’t want to make Minho feel like he wasn’t his priority. He felt overwhelmingly guilty, hating that Minho was so upset. He moved to sit next to Minho, watching his face as he overlooked the water.

“I’m sorry. I promised you no work, so I won’t. I’m sorry.” Jisung said, but Minho didn’t respond. Jisung rested his head on his arms, watching Minho’s beautiful face in silence. 

Minho tried hard to reel himself back in. He hated being angry with Jisung, especially to this extent. They almost never fought. He definitely didn’t wanna do it while they were on vacation, but the anger wouldn’t leave him.

🩸

When Chan woke up in the morning, he felt much better. He was really embarrassed about how things went down last night, so he couldn’t wait for things to go back to normal. Felix was already there, sleeping peacefully on his chest. Chan pressed his lips to the top of Felix’s head and started combing his fingers through his hair.

Felix began to stir, wrapping his arm tightly around Chan’s body.

“Mmm, good morning, beautiful.” Chan whispered. Felix opened his eyes when he processed that Chan sounded okay now. He knew they still needed to talk and he wanted to get it out of the way. If Chan was still internally struggling, they needed to get it out in the open.

“Good morning, hyung.” Felix tried thinking of a way to bring the situation up. Maybe he could wait until they at least got ready for the day. He didn’t want to cause any drama the second they woke up.

While Felix’s thoughts were racing, there was a light knock on the bedroom door, making Felix flinch hard. He was still on edge about what happened last night, but he didn’t even realize it until his body reacted.

“Who is it?” Chan shouted, but there was no answer. These rooms were soundproofed way better than Chan even realized. He let out a heavy sigh and got out of the bed, walking to the door in his underwear. Felix pulled the blanket up, just barely able to see over the edge. He wasn’t sure why he was hiding but he couldn’t help it.

Chan cracked open the door and peeked through, seeing Changbin standing there with his wild hair all over the place.

“Yeah?” Chan asked, watching as Changbin started scratching the back of his neck.

“I’m sorry to bother you guys.” Changbin started. “I just wanted to check on Lix.”

“On Lix? Why?”

“Oh, uh…he said he had a bad dream last night so he was struggling to sleep.” Chan looked back towards Felix, seeing him watch him from over the blanket. “Just wanted to make sure he was okay.”

It was definitely more than that. Changbin couldn’t get the thought out of his head that Felix was somehow in danger last night. He just wanted to hear his voice–know that Felix was in the bed safe and sound. 

Chan wondered if Felix had some fun with Changbin last night, since it seemed like they were alone together. He couldn’t wait to get that story. He was worried though, since he had no idea about Felix’s nightmare. He hoped their argument last night wasn’t the cause of it.

“Yeah, he’s fine. He’s awake if you wanna see him.” Changbin nodded so Chan opened the door, not caring that Changbin was now seeing him almost fully naked.

Changbin didn’t even look at Chan. His eyes immediately landed on the top of Felix’s head peering over the blanket. When Felix caught sight of Changbin, he dropped the blanket and smiled nice and big.

“Hi Binnie!” Felix said cheerfully, making a blush rise on Changbin’s cheeks.

“Hey, Lixie. Did you sleep okay?” Changbin was so glad to see Felix in one piece. He wasn’t sure what he was so worried about, but it had all finally slipped away from him.

“Yeah. No more bad dreams, don’t worry.” Felix did not want to tell anyone what happened after Changbin left the room last night. He was still trying to convince himself that he had imagined it. Before Changbin could respond, he heard a voice from down the hallway.

“Hyung!” Changbin turned at the same time Chan peered past the doorway. Seungmin was walking towards them, his face blank and his hands in his pockets. “Not you, Chan. Actually, yeah, you too. Did one of you guys leave a mug in the sink?”

“Oh, uh, that was me.” Changbin said, taking on the blame. He had already told Hyunjin that he had made tea for himself last night. If Seungmin went to complain about it, that would be a perfect cover.

“Clean your shit, you fucking brute.” Seungmin grumbled, only making Chan and Changbin giggle.

“Good morning, queers!” Suddenly, a wild Jeongin entered the chat. “What are we gossiping about out here?”

“We’re talking about how your grandpa was probably watching you get fucked last night.” Changbin responded, cackling loudly as Jeongin full body shivered and gagged loudly.

🩸🩸

Felix struggled to get ready for the day since he didn’t want to look in the mirror. He had asked Chan if he looked okay, but of course Chan would always say he looked beautiful no matter what. 

By the time they got dressed, Felix was ready to talk. 

“Hyung, come sit with me.” Felix said, sitting down on the edge of the bed. Chan had already brushed the interaction off, so he thought Felix was going to go over the details of his night with Changbin. They were already showered and dressed, so he was a little confused when he sat next to Felix. “We should talk about what happened last night…about what you said.”

Chan was taken aback, the words he said last night replaying in his thoughts.

“I want you to love me!”

Of course Chan wanted Felix to love him, but he would never force it. He genuinely wanted Felix to take his time with emotions, considering everything he had been through. He felt terrible for the way he acted last night. He didn’t want Felix to think he was giving him an ultimatum, he’d never corner him like that.

He felt like he wasn’t in control at all last night, as if something was pulling at all his deepest, darkest thoughts and bringing them to the surface. He knew if he pushed Felix to become more vulnerable, he would run. The thought of that was terrifying. He would rather die than lose Felix at this point.

“I…I’m sorry.” Chan said, putting his hand in Felix’s. “I don’t know what happened, I–I just felt overwhelmed for some reason.”

“You know I care about you, right? You know we wouldn’t even be together if I didn’t feel very strongly for you?” Chan nodded, so Felix continued. “I need to know right now if that’s not enough for you, hyung. I need you to tell me if you’re starting to feel jealous, because you know how–”

“I’m not!” Chan interrupted, shaking his head and squeezing Felix hand tighter. “I promise I’m not jealous. Just hearing about Hyunjin being with you that way caught me off guard. I wish I could explain the way I reacted, but I genuinely can’t…please. Please, can we just forget about this and move on?”

Chan felt like he was about two seconds away from watching Felix pack up his stuff and go. Felix would love to forget about it all and move on, but he was scared Chan was bottling it all up just to explode later.  Chan could see Felix’s hesitation, and it made his heart beat wildly in his chest.

“I do know that you care about me, Lix. Having you with me is enough for me. I’m so, so sorry, I would never pressure you into feeling things you aren’t ready for.”

“You shouldn’t have to apologize for wanting love, hyung. That’s the problem.” Felix wasn’t good at things like this. He didn’t know how to tell the man he loved that he was too scared to let himself feel it. There were cracks in their foundation before it was even built, but Felix felt like he was tearing down the progress Chan was trying to make. “You’re a good man. If you want someone to…to reciprocate your feelings, you deserve that.”

“All I want is you, Felix. In any way you’ll let me.” Chan was working overtime to keep his tears in, the look on Felix’s face telling him there was no winning in this situation. “I’m sorry for yelling at you yesterday, I was wrong for that. I promise I’ll never do it again, just please…don’t leave.”

“Stay with us.”

Felix suddenly gasped and looked over his shoulder, removing his hand from Chan’s to cover his ears.

“D-did you hear that?” Felix stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. Chan, still tangled in the throes of his emotional turmoil, couldn’t quite process what was happening. Felix’s eyes darted frantically around the room, his expression twisting with fear. The color drained from his face, leaving him ghostly pale as he scanned every shadow, every corner, as if something unseen was lurking just beyond his sight.

“Hear what? What are you looking for?”

“I just heard–”

“It’s almost time. You’re staying.”

Felix turned toward the source of the voice, his gaze locking onto the full-body mirror in the corner of the room. The reflection staring back at him was his own, but it felt like something else entirely, as if the very sight of himself had seized his thoughts. It was as though he were caught in a deep, unshakeable trance, his mind stripped of all resistance. The idea of leaving, of escaping, no longer seemed to exist. The house seemed to wrap around him like a comforting embrace, whispering promises of safety that felt too real to question. The more it spoke, the more Felix's will seemed to slip away. His racing heart gradually slowed, each beat feeling more distant, more controlled. His hands, once clenched in anxious tension, fell limply into his lap, as if all his energy had been drained, leaving him with no choice but to surrender to the pull of the house’s quiet deceit.

“Nothing…” Felix said, still looking into his own eyes in the reflection. “I don’t wanna leave. We’re okay. Everything’s okay.”

Chan wanted to jump for joy at Felix’s words, but he was majorly confused. He followed Felix’s gaze, catching him looking at himself in the mirror across the room. He turned back towards Felix, watching as his eyes started slowly dilating. 

“Lix? Baby?” Felix didn’t respond. He just kept looking straight ahead with a blank stare. Chan cupped Felix’s cheeks in his hands and turned his face towards him. Felix’s eyes stayed looking at the mirror until Chan blocked his view. “Felix?”

Felix seemed to have snapped out of whatever daze he was in, gasping and blinking quickly as he looked into Chan’s eyes.

“Sorry, what?”

“Did you zone out or something? Are you alright?” Felix’s pupils went back to their original size as he looked at Chan, very clearly confused.

“Oh, uh…yeah I think so. Is it lunch time yet?” Chan furrowed his eyebrows at Felix’s response, but if Felix was no longer thinking about leaving, he wasn’t going to pry.

“Yeah…probably. Are you sure you’re okay, though?” Chan wasn’t convinced, not even when the color returned to Felix’s cheeks and the corners of his mouth curled up into a soft smile.

“I’m good, I promise.” Felix said. “I’m really hungry though. Cook for me, hyung?”

🩸🩸

“STOP! LET ME THE FUCK OUT!” Jisung shouted, banging his fists on the storage closet door. The light switch was on the outside, so it was incredibly dark and ridiculously cramped. The guys had started looking around the house, just to see what was in all the rooms. When Jisung opened the storage closet, Jeongin had pushed him inside and closed the door. “PLEASE! INNIE I’M GONNA HAVE A FUCKING PANIC ATTACK!”

Jisung hated enclosed spaces. His claustrophobia was his biggest weakness, and it was already making his heart beat so fast he thought he was going to pass out. Jeongin and Seungmin were laughing maniacally outside the door, one of them clearly holding the knob so Jisung couldn’t turn it. 

“What the fuck are you guys doing!?” Jisung heard Minho’s voice from outside the closet, and he finally started to feel some hope. “Are you guys fucking insane!?”

There was some scuffling, and then the door swung open, causing Jisung to fall out of the closet and straight onto his knees. 

“What the hell is going on?” Changbin suddenly showed up, Hyunjin following close behind.

“These fucking morons locked Jisung in the goddamn closet!” Minho shouted, his anger from earlier rising to new heights. 

“We were just playing around!” Jeongin shouted back, seeing the rage in Minho’s eyes.

“He’s claustrophobic, you stupid fuck!” Minho shouted, shoving Jeongin hard into the wall.

“Whoa! Chill the fuck out!” Seungmin had stood in front of Jeongin, holding his hands up to keep Minho back. Minho was so pissed that he was shaking. He wasn’t used to this level of anger, and it felt like it was fully consuming him.

“M-Min…it’s okay, I’m alright.” Jisung spoke up, still trying to catch his breath as he stood up on his feet. Minho didn’t even look at him. He was looking at Jeongin like he wanted to kill him. 

“Say you’re sorry before I beat the living fuck out of both of you.” Minho said to Seungmin and Jeongin. Jeongin was frozen in place. Besides Seungmin, Jeongin considered Minho to be his best friend. He had never gotten angry at him like this before. He had never gotten angry with anyone like this before. “NOW!”

“ALRIGHT!” Seungmin shouted, his own anger starting to rise. Hyunjin clung on to Changbin’s arm as they watched the scene unfolding in front of them. Neither one of them knew what to do, but Changbin at least knew to grab Minho if he tried to attack one of them. “Jisung, we’re sorry…we didn’t know you were claustrophobic.”

“Y-yeah…we’re really sorry, man.” Jeongin said, finally looking away from Minho’s piercing stare. “Are you okay?”

“I’m–”

“Of course he’s not fucking okay, what kinda stupid question is that?”

“Alright, that’s enough Minho. Go take a walk.” Changbin finally spoke up, having just about enough of this mess. Minho directed his stare to Changbin as he clenched his fists to his sides. Changbin didn’t back down, he just crossed his arms over his chest and stared right back.

Minho simply couldn’t stop the rage from seeping into his veins. Without another word, he darted out of the room and out of the house.

Jisung watched as Minho stomped away, doing everything in his power to hold himself back from following him. Jisung felt like Minho’s anger was all his fault. They had never squashed their fight from earlier. Minho hadn’t said a word to Jisung since. 

Suddenly there was a loud bang coming from a wall near all of them, making a painting fall straight to the floor. Everyone in the hallway jumped out of their skin, Hyunjin screaming and nearly jumping into Changbin’s arms. 

“Jesus Christ, what the fuck was that!?” Hyunjin screamed, clinging onto Changbin for dear life. 

“Felix!? Chan-hyung!?” Jisung shouted, hoping they somehow had something to do with it. If Jisung didn’t get some peace and fast, he would definitely have a panic attack. 

“Yeah?” Chan called out, he and Felix just barely walking down the stairs. The group in the hallway looked at the couple with confused expressions until they looked at each other. “You guys alright?”

“This house is starting to freak me the fuck out.” Hyunjin said in almost a whisper.

“Why? I love this house!” Felix said, skipping over to the group like a ray of sunshine. “Is anyone else hungry? I’m sooo hungry.”

“Felix, are you on molly again?” Jeongin asked, looking at Felix with an eyebrow arched.

“Of course not silly!” Felix said, giggling like a little school girl. The group looked at Chan who was clearly just as confused. Chan shrugged and shook his head. “I’m just in a good mood I guess. Come on guys, let’s eat!”

Felix skipped out of the hall and towards the kitchen, shouting at the guys to hurry up along the way.

“He’s definitely not on molly, it must be crack.” Jisung said and started walking towards the kitchen. The rest of the group except for Seungmin followed behind. Seungmin looked at the painting on the floor and decided it wasn’t his job to pick it up.

“Are we just going to ignore this!?” Seungmin shouted at the group who had now disappeared. “Someone? Anyone? Yes? No? Okay, I’ll just go fuck myself then.”

🩸

“Jeongin-ah, when were you going to tell me this place had a home gym?” Changbin asked, his mouth full of noodles. Jisung had decided to help with lunch just to get his mind off how upset Minho was, but that was a huge mistake.

He wanted to do something easy, so he had thrown 10 packs of noodles on the stove. The flavor was so watered down that Felix had officially banned him from cooking ever again. It wasn’t Jisung’s fault, Minho wasn’t around to tell him right from wrong. 

Changbin clearly wasn’t going to let any of it go to waste.

“I’m surprised you didn’t find it yesterday.” Jeongin responded, holding back his reaction as he continued to eat the bland noodles. 

“I didn’t have a chance to explore since someone dragged me to the store.” Changbin said, side-eyeing Chan who was sitting there minding his own business.

Right at that moment, Minho had walked through the back door, lazily kicking off his shoes before heading to the kitchen. The group just silently watched him as he filled a bowl with noodles and grabbed some chopsticks from a drawer. When he turned to face the table, everyone looked away…except for Jisung.

He was grateful that Minho had chosen to sit next to him. Well, he didn’t really have a choice, it was to only seat open—but Jisung still took that as a win.

“Jesus Christ, who made this shit?” Minho grumbled after taking his first bite. He had calmed down after sitting on the dock. He had looked at his reflection in the water and his rage suddenly slipped from him. The flavor of these noodles were starting to irritate him though.

“I did…” Jisung said in almost a whisper. Minho looked at him, back at his bowl, and then back up again, blinking rapidly. Jisung didn’t want to cause Minho any more stress, so he rose from his chair, ready to head towards the kitchen. “I can get you some hot sauce, maybe that’ll help–”

“It’s okay, Jisungie. It’s not that bad.” Minho smiled softly at Jisung, causing Jisung’s heart to flutter in his chest. Minho patted the chair next to him, silently telling Jisung to sit back down. Jisung did so without another word.

“Anyway, did anyone find the basement?” Felix asked, because for some reason he felt like he had to.

“I did.” Minho responded as he chewed around his food. “I didn’t go down there, obviously. I don’t need to slip and fall down those stairs. I’d probably get stuck with Jeongin’s grandpa in hell.”

Changbin almost spit all his food out when he started laughing. Hyunjin was patting his back hard to keep him from choking.

Jeongin just chuckled lightly and shook his head, still not sure how to approach Minho at all.

When they were all done eating, they all decided to get high and do some karaoke in the den. Minho had felt bad for his outburst earlier, so he offered to stay behind to do everyone’s dishes. 

“Hyung, can we talk?” Jeongin asked, standing next to Minho at the sink while everyone else was already causing chaos on the other side of the house. “I’ll help with the dishes too if you want.”

“Sure. I’ll wash and you can dry?”

“Okay.” Jeongin got a clean towel out of a drawer and waited beside Minho for a clean dish as he started collecting his thoughts. “I’m really sorry about what happened with Jisung earlier. I genuinely didn’t know he would freak out like that.”

Minho exhaled heavily, his guilt building in his chest. Minho and Jeongin had a different kind of connection from the other guys. When they met, they didn’t really like each other at all. Minho saw Jeongin as a kid who piggybacked off of his family's success, and Jeongin thought of Minho as a soulless asshole who would only be around other human beings to teach them how to dance. 

Minho had the privilege to see how hard Jeongin worked, and he rarely ever took the credit for it. Jeongin appreciated having someone at the company that wasn’t fighting for his attention just because of his status, and he slowly realized how big Minho’s heart was—especially after Jisung came into the mix. 

“I’m sorry, too.” Minho responded, keeping his eyes on the bowl he was cleaning. “I don’t know why I exploded like that, I…I’ve just been feeling really weird today.

Jeongin took the now clean dish from Minho when it was handed to him and he started drying, his tension leaving his shoulders as he worked.

“Things have been really weird.” Jeongin admitted. “Not just today, either. Seungmin was on edge yesterday too…he’s fine now, but he wasn’t acting like himself. And Felix? He’s freaking me the fuck out.”

“Felix? What’s wrong with Felix?” 

“I don’t know, really. After you left, he showed up and was like…ridiculously bubbly.”

“Is he on molly again?”

“That’s what I said!” Minho and Jeongin both giggled. It felt good to be able to brush off the incident from earlier. Jeongin wouldn’t know what to do with himself if Minho was still pissed at him. “Jisung’s really worried about you, you know.”

“I know.” Minho sighed, his guilt building up again. “I was such a dick to him earlier. He probably hates me right now.”

“Jisung could never hate you, hyung. Just talk to him. Apologize for whatever you did and he’ll forgive you.”

“I hope so…”

🩸

Minho and Jeongin joined the group not too long after, watching Hyunjin and Chan fight over the bong.

“You can’t fuck up the rotation, hyung! I packed the goddamn bowl so I get the extra hit!” Hyunjin’s eyes landed on Jeongin, and they only blew wider. “Tell him Jeongin! That’s the rule!”

“That rule is for blunts and joints, not for bongs and pipes!” Chan shouted, also looking at Jeongin as he tried to pry the bong from Hyunjin’s hands.

Felix and Jisung were both clearly high as a kite, screaming into their mics to the song “Bring Me To Life.” The noise was already working at Jeongin’s nerves and he had just walked in.

“The rule always applies, Chan-hyung. Give Hyunjin the goddamn bong.” Jeongin grumbled, plopping down on the couch next to Seungmin.

“Ugh, why do you always get to make the rules?” Chan said, finally letting Hyunjin pull the bong into his grasp.

“Because, maknae on top, that’s why.” Hyunjin said with a smirk, winking at Jeongin as he snatched the lighter out of Chan’s hand. “You were the one who created that rule, remember?”

“Whatever.” Chan simply said, crossing his arms over his chest as he waited for his turn.

Minho was glad to see Jisung having fun, but he knew he probably wouldn’t be able to talk to him any time soon. Once Jisung gets into a groove, especially with Felix by his side, there’s no stopping him. Minho decided to watch silently as he sat next to Changbin on the couch. He admired Jisung’s silliness, but he wished it was him that was causing that beautiful heart shaped smile on his face.

Minho looked over at Changbin who was clearly looking at the two in admiration as well. Minho knew that Changbin had a soft spot for Jisung and Felix, the sunshines within their group. Jisung was the maknae of 3Racha and Felix was someone that Changbin babied a lot. Minho figured they grew their bond because Felix was already so close with Hyunjin, so he never thought to question it.

Changbin wasn’t admiring both Jisung and Felix though. His eyes were only on Felix. He was glad to have Hyunjin on his arm while being able to watch Felix at the same time. He wanted to pull Felix down on his other side and have both men to himself all night, but he didn’t have that luxury.

Chan could see it from a mile away, the heart eyes that Changbin was giving to Felix. He always got like that after Felix had his way with him, so he knew he had to prepare for another story time tonight.  He hoped this one would go better than last night.

The hours went by in a flash. Karaoke turned into card games, card games turned into charades. They paused their fun to eat dinner and grab a stupid amount of snacks, and then they continued getting high and watching movies. Once they were all comfortably high, except for Jisung, Hyunjin, and Felix who were stupidly high off their asses, they had decided to head to bed for the night.

Minho had the opportunity to hold Jisung as the movies played. They hadn’t even talked yet, but Jisung melted into Minho’s grasp until he had fallen asleep. Minho didn’t want to wake him, but he really wanted to lay in the bed with him, hopefully keep him awake long enough to apologize.

Everyone else had already dispersed to their own rooms when Minho tried shaking Jisung awake. Jisung didn’t budge of course, just grumbled and moaned and held onto Minho tighter. Minho let out a heavy sigh and moved from underneath Jisung to stand, picking Jisung up to carry him up the stairs.

It was pretty tough and Minho’s legs were on fire by the time he reached the top, but the smell of Jisung’s conditioner (mixed with the strong smell of weed) comforted him. When Minho made it into their bedroom, he deposited Jisung onto the bed gently, removing his pants and tucking him in under the comforter.

Minho took off his own pants before getting into the bed, scooting as close to Jisung as possible to feel his warmth. He wrapped his arms around Jisung, spooning in behind him to be able to whisper into his ear.

“I’m sorry, Jagiya. I love you.”

Chapter Text

🩸🩸🩸

“Come to us.”

Jisung’s eyes fluttered open, the oppressive darkness of the room blurring his vision. He felt as though he were trapped in a haze, his body moving on its own, as if someone else held the reins. His limbs shifted without thought—turning him onto his back, sitting him up in the bed. It was like he was still floating in a high, his thoughts distant and muffled, as though a veil hung between him and reality.

“Come.”

Jisung rose from the bed, not sparing a glance at the man still sleeping soundly beneath the covers. His feet moved with an unsettling, unnatural precision, dragging him slowly toward the bedroom door. The silence of the house was suffocating, yet it felt as though a heartbeat reverberated through the walls—steady, rhythmic, like a whisper in the dark. It soothed him, guiding him, pulling him through the hall and down the stairs.

The air around him thickened, heavy with a presence, like unseen hands wrapping gently around him, steering him toward something he couldn’t understand. Outside. He needed to go outside. Without question, he continued walking, his hand reaching for the cold knobs of the front door. They turned slowly, the wood groaning as the door creaked open.

Beyond, in the distance, stood an old church, its silhouette looming against the night. A trail of water from the earlier downpour snaked toward its entrance, as though it too was being drawn to the place. Jisung stood frozen in the doorway, the biting night air brushing his face, as the church doors swung open with a slow, deliberate groan.

“Come.”

Jisung took a step forward, the call reverberating in his ears, drawing him down the steps. His bare feet sank into the puddles and clung to the thick mud, dragging with each step. He didn’t question the vision before him or the voice that whispered through his mind. He simply moved forward, eyes unblinking, his every step pulling him closer to the church.

He climbed the rickety steps, the squelching of his muddy prints tainting the worn wood beneath him. He stepped inside, the air cold and stale. Rows of benches stretched before him, their occupants scattered and still, all facing away, as if frozen in time. At the far end, the lonely podium stood in eerie silence, waiting. Something deep inside him whispered that was where he needed to be—where he belonged. He walked down the middle aisle, his muddy footsteps marking his path.

As he reached the podium, his gaze drifted over the faceless figures in the pews. Their empty, indistinct forms seemed to pull him out of the fog of his own thoughts. It was as though he had awoken, but still lingered in the grip of a dream. His body moved on its own, every inch of him trembling, his heart thundering in his chest as the world around him twisted with an unseen weight.

“W-what the fuck?” Jisung whispered, and then he was screaming. The floor caved in from underneath him, the free fall causing an intense pressure in his chest. He had hit the ground hard, the impact knocking the air out of him. He clutched at his chest, trying with all his might to breathe.

What an intense fucking nightmare that was, Jisung thought. It felt so real, he could feel the pain in his back. He didn’t feel like he was in the bed anymore considering how hard the surface felt where he was. He figured he had actually fallen out of the bed, so he moved to get up, hitting his head on a hard surface as he went.

“Ow, what the hell?” He pressed his hands above him, feeling sturdy wood pressing against his palms. His breath kicked up as he felt around, realizing he was boxed in on all sides. “W-wha— Hyung!?”

Jisung felt like he could barely breathe, the realization of his situation settling in his bones. How did he get here? What kind of sick joke was this? After what happened yesterday, didn’t the guys know not to play with him like this?

“Guys, this isn’t funny!” Jisung yelled, already starting to hyperventilate with tears in his eyes. “Please! Let me the fuck out!”

It was eerily silent, his voice sounding like it was pressurized to the space around him. He pounded his fists against the wood, kicking his feet as hard as he could. He screamed and screamed for hours until his throat felt sore, the blood dripping from his cut up hands and onto his face. 

Han Jisung. (September 14, 2000 - March 25, 2024)

Jisung lies beneath the cold, dark ground,
A breathless echo, no voice, no sound.
The earth devours, the silence mocks,
As he claws in vain at the coffin’s locks.

Alive but buried, trapped in despair,
The weight of the world presses everywhere.
His soul forgotten, lost in the deep,
In the cold, dark grave where no one will weep.

🩸

“Mmm, good morning beautiful.” Changbin whispers into Hyunjin’s hair, his fingers trailing tantalizingly down the younger man’s side. Hyunjin lets out a soft hum of pleasure, arching his back to press his lithe body flush against Changbin’s. The warm rays of the sun stream through the curtains, bathing the room in a golden glow as the melodic chirping of birds fills the air outside.

Hyunjin’s cock twitches insistently against the confines of his boxers, already straining with arousal. He captures Changbin’s hand and guides it to his rigid length, a guttural groan rumbling in his throat as Changbin’s fingers wrap around him. 

“Fuck, I’ve been craving you so badly.” Changbin whispered once more, his palm gliding up and down Hyunjin’s clothed shaft before dipping beneath the waistband. Hyunjin glances over his shoulder, meeting Changbin’s smoldering gaze, desire burning bright in his eyes. 

Hyunjin's eyes flutter shut in bliss as Changbin's grip tightens just right, a soft, shuddering sigh escaping his lips.

Hyunjin figured Changbin had waited long enough. He’s been such a good boy, so patient. With a sudden movement, Hyunjin removes Changbin’s hand from his aching cock and rises to his knees, pushing Changbin onto his stomach and yanking his boxers below his ass.

Changbin gasped into the sheets, his own hardening length pressed against the mattress beneath him. Hyunjin gripped Changbins ass in his hands, kneading with his thumbs digging into the tender flesh to spread him open.

“You’ve been so good Jagiya, let me make you feel good.” Hyunjin purrs, his voice low and sultry. The words send shivers racing through Changbin’s veins.Changbin hasn’t been good, not at all. But he won’t tell Hyunjin that. He wants this so bad. He won’t do anything to fuck it up.

Changbin lets out a loud moan when Hyunjin dives in, his tongue laving over Changbin’s rim as if it were his last meal.

“Fuck, yes .” Changbin whines, clutching the sheets in his white-knuckled fists. Hyunjin grabbed Changbin’s hips firmly and lifted his ass into the air, pushing his tongue in as far as it could go. Changbin cries out, his body trembling with pleasure. “ Ah! So fucking good.”

“Mmm, grab the lube for me Jagiya.” Hyunjin demanded, diving back in immediately after. Changbin reached towards the nightstand, trying not to move too far from Hyunjin’s mouth—it didn’t matter, Hyunjin followed him as he went. 

Changbin eventually got his hand on the lube hidden in the drawer, but almost dropped it when Hyunjin smacked his ass, letting out a little giggle when Changbin whined. He moved back to the middle of the bed, pushing himself back into Hyunjin’s face.

Hyunjin leaned back, wiping the inside of his wrist across his mouth before laying on his back, his head laying in between Changbin’s calves. He wanted Changbin to fully consume him, suffocate him with his whole body until he could no longer think straight. He grabbed Changbin by the hips, pulling him down harshly until Changbin settled his weight on top of him.

Changbin shouted to the ceiling, dropping the lube to grip Hyunjin’s hair in his hands as he started rocking his hips. 

“Jinnie, fuck , just like that.” Hyunjin always loved the sounds that Changbin makes—so loud, so shameless. It turns him on to no end, reaching into his own boxers to stroke his painfully hard length. He moans into Changbin’s ass, the pleasure coiling in his gut but needing so much more. He enjoys this, the limited air he’s receiving, but he needs to get his cock in something before it explodes.

He pushed Changbin’s ass back up into the air, inhaling heavily to get oxygen back into his lungs before squeezing himself between Changbin’s legs. It’s a bit difficult with how thick Changbin’s thighs are, but Changbin gets it. He leans over to one side, giving the younger man enough room to get all the way under him. 

“I need to be inside you so fucking bad.” Hyunjin says, pulling Changbin down by the back of his neck to put his tongue in his mouth. 

Hyunjin always kisses so filthy when he’s ridiculously horny, such a big difference from how he usually does. Changbin has always loved the usual sweet, passionate kisses he receives from Hyunjin, but when he’s like this? Changbin feels beyond desired, as if Hyunjin has no control whatsoever.

Hyunjin only pulls away to rip the cut-off shirt from Changbin’s body, throwing it to the ground before pulling Changbin back down. Hyunjin pats around for the lube, snatching it up in his hands when he finds it. He wastes no time drenching his fingers in the liquid, hurriedly warming it up before reaching down and practically shoving one in Changbin’s ass.

“ AH! F-fuck…” Changbin bites Hyunjin’s plush bottom lip gently, tugging on it as he pulls back to just a little.

“Come on, Jagiya.” Hyunjin says softly, pumping his finger in and out expertly. “You’re clenching around me so tightly, relax for me.”

Changbin tries his best but the sensation is just too good. He pushes back against Hyunjin’s finger, riding it out until he knows he can take more. He doesn’t even have to say the words, because Hyunjin presses another one in, biting his lip as he looks up at Changbin’s flushed face.

“That feel good, Jagi?” Hyunjin asks, chuckling a little when Changbin only nods with his eyes closed. “It would feel so much better if it was my cock, wouldn’t it? You want that?”

“Y-yes.” Changbin whines, moaning loudly when Hyunjin hits his prostate harshly. “Want you inside. Wanna ride you.”

“What are you waiting for?” Hyunjin asks, pressing his fingers in deep. Changbin takes the hint and starts riding Hyunjin’s fingers, gripping the pillow on either side of Hyunjin’s head. “Look at you. Fuck, you’re amazing.”

Hyunjin keeps his fingers strong as he curls them, brushing against Changbin’s prostate with every bounce. He spreads them out, feeling Changbin loosen up around him before slipping in the third finger. He doesn’t want to hurt Changbin, but if he could shove his cock in his ass right away he would. He feels so needy, so full of want that it’s almost irritating. 

“Please.” Changbin whines. “I want more, I’m ready. Please.” 

Hyunjin won’t waste another second. He pulls his fingers out, ignoring Changbin’s shaky breath as peels his own shirt off and he pulls his boxers down to his thighs. His cock springs forward, hitting his stomach before standing straight up. He would make Changbin beg if he wasn’t already so eager. Of course, Changbin can tell, so he grabs the lube, pours it into his hand, and starts stroking Hyunjin’s cock himself. 

“Oh, god.” Hyunjin whispers, throwing his head back against the pillow. Changbin’s grip is tight, pulling more precum out of Hyunjin without any difficulty. “Sit on my cock, Jagiya. Fuck me.”

Changbin scoots forward a bit on his knees as Hyunjin takes his own cock into his hand. He lines it up with precision, having fucked Changbin enough times to be able to do so without looking. Changbin attempts to lower himself slowly onto Hyunjin’s length, feeling every inch slide against his walls, but Hyunjin throws his hips up harshly, pulling another loud moan from the older man.

Hyunjin grunts, his mouth hanging open as the heavy breaths slip past his lips. “Come on, fucking ride me.”

Hyunjin is so deep that Changbin can feel the pressure in his chest, making his head spin. He places his hands on Hyunjin’s chest and lifts himself up, dropping back down with a loud smack . This is exactly what Changbin has been needing, the inches dragging against his walls, stretching him apart. His time with Felix was amazing, but he didn’t get to have this, especially not with Felix’s small hands.

Hyunjin reaches his long arms out and grips Changbin’s ass in his hands, helping him pick up his pace.

“ Ah , J-Jinnie—”

“What, Jagiya?” Hyunjin says with a pitying tone, tilting his chin up. “Keep going. You can take it.”

Changbin puts in every ounce of effort he has in his body, making the sturdy bed creak underneath them. He drags his hands up Hyunjin’s chest until they land on his neck, squeezing just enough to constrict his air a little. 

Changbin struggled with this in the beginning, because he’s such a soft boy at heart. He knows how much his Jinnie likes this—likes feeling on the verge of passing out, but it scares Changbin. He would never hurt a fly…unless it had the face of his father. Changbin isn’t an aggressive or violent person, but a majorly protective one. 

The first time he saw his father hit his mother, he went rabid, beating the man until he was unconscious. He worked hard to get to where he is now, dripping in fame and money in order to get his mother and three sisters out of that house. Even though his father deserved the pain he received, it didn’t make Changbin feel good about himself at all. He’s had to work through that feeling to be able to perform for Hyunjin the way he wanted, but it always stayed in the back of his mind. Felix helped him learn how to let go of the reigns a bit, but he gets the most practice when he’s with Hyunjin.

Hyunjin’s eyes rolled back, one of his hands leaving Changbin’s ass to grip his wrist firmly. He wishes Changbin would squeeze harder, making him see stars in his vision, but he understands. He won’t push. Changbin’s doing such a good job already that there’s nothing to complain about. He can already tell Changbin’s getting close by the sound of his moans decreasing in volume, a sure sign that his concentration is on the feeling building in his gut.

“You gonna cum for me, Jagiya?” Hyunjin says in a whisper, the light pressure on his throat making it hard for him to speak. 

“W-wanna wait for you.” Changbin says, but he doesn’t slow down his pace one bit. Hyunjin moves his hands once again, both of them landing on Changbin’s hips as he begins thrusting harshly into him. Changbin falls forward a bit from the impact, the movement making him press his palms against Hyunjin’s neck harder. “Oh my god, fuck!”

“Cum all over me. Give it to me, I want it.” Hyunjin rasps, wrapping his hand around Changbin’s cock and stroking over it quickly. It only takes a few more intense thrusts until Changbin’s cumming, the thick ropes shooting up Hyunjin’s torso.

The orgasm rips through Changbin’s body, his toes curling in painfully as he moans Hyunjin’s name. It lasts for so long that by the time he comes back to himself, he flops down onto his back next to Hyunjin, panting as the burn in his thighs slowly subsides.

Hyunjin gets up on his knees quickly, crawling over Changbin’s body to shove his cock in his mouth. 

“I’m not done with you yet.” Hyunjin growls, brutally fucking into Changbin’s throat. Changbin whimpers around him when he grabs the back of his head, tilting it upwards to angle it even deeper. “Good boy, take it all. That’s it.”

Changbin’s cum drips down Hyunjin’s body, pooling at the base of his cock until it spreads from the drag of Changbin’s lips. That sight alone is enough to make Hyunjin explode, his legs trembling as his release spurts into Changbin’s mouth.

Changbin looks up at him as he swallows it down, his lashes wet and clumped together from the tears that built in his eyes. Hyunjin pants as he looks down at him as he slowly pulls out, taking in the man he loves. It’s him. It always has been, and always will be. He can’t keep craving the man he dreamt about last night, causing him to feel so feral this morning. Hyunjin decides, before he can even plop down next to Changbin, that he and Felix need to have a serious talk. 

🩸🩸

Minho’s eyelids flutter open slowly, his vision blurry but slowly coming into focus. He sees the beautiful face of his fiance looming over him, so he smiles—that same fond smile he always saves just for him. Jisung doesn’t smile back. He just looks down at him—unblinking, unmoving. A deep discomfort settles in Minho’s chest. He tries to speak, but when his lips move no sound comes out. He attempts to move, worried he’s stuck in some type of sleep paralysis, but one of his arms moves slowly towards Jisung’s face. Right as he’s about to touch the softness of his skin, he freezes. Jisungs eyes become bloodshot, as if it happens in slow motion. Blood starts slipping from his lips and his tear ducts, a slight tremble starting on his mouth as it opens.

“Find me.”

When Minho finally wakes, the dream has already started slipping from his memory. The first thing he notices is that he’s colder than usual. He stretches out, blindly patting around the bed to look for Jisung…but he’s not there. 

“Mmm, Sungie?” Minho finally opens his eyes, squinting from the bright sunlight pouring through the curtains. He looks around the quiet room and sees that he’s alone, no sign of Jisung anywhere. It’s unlike Jisung to be up before Minho. There’s only been a few times Minho has woken up alone since they met, and it was usually because Jisung moved to the couch to get away from Minho’s sleep talking.

Minho chooses to believe that’s the case this time, because he simply couldn’t take it if Jisung was still upset with him. Either way, he gets out of the bed, tilting his neck side to side to hear the pop ring in his ears. He stretches his arms above his head as he heads to the bathroom, knocking on the door lightly when he gets there.

“Sungie?” No answer. He opens the door slowly, peeking inside to see that the bathroom is empty. He sighs heavily, pushing the door open more to step inside.

Once Minho finishes up emptying his bladder and brushing his teeth, he goes to each unclaimed room to see if that’s where Jisung disappeared to. Each empty room he finds makes him feel more and more uneasy, nerves building in his chest as he continues his search. Minho makes his way downstairs, peeking into the den before heading towards the living room.

“Oh, hyung!” Seungmin calls from the couch, his phone laying in his hands. “Do you get service out here? I swear my phone was fine when we got here, but I’m not getting shit now.”

Minho looks around the room, his fiance nowhere to be found once again. “Uh, I don’t know. I haven’t really been on my phone, I’d have to check. Anyway, have you seen Jisung?”

“He’s not still asleep?” Seungmin asks. It’s definitely too early for Jisung to be out of bed, and that’s no secret to anyone in their group. 

“Mmm, no. He wasn’t in the bed, the bathroom, or any of the extra rooms.” Minho says, wringing his hands together nervously. “I think I’m gonna make us some breakfast. If you see him, can you tell him to come find me? I really need to talk to him.”

“Sure, hyung.” Seungmin says, and then he’s back to messing with his phone.

Minho nods to himself before turning away, heading to the kitchen to make the biggest breakfast he can whip up. Jisung will come back soon, and he needs to stay distracted so he doesn’t continue to worry. He can take that time to think of what he wants to tell him, how he can properly apologize for his behavior yesterday. 

🩸🩸

“What if I wanna keep him all to myself?” Felix asks, wrapping his body around Chan like a koala. Chan just giggles, looking up at Changbin who is clearly ready for the gym.

“You could always join us, Lix.” Changbin says, leaning against Felix and Chan’s bedroom door frame with his arms crossed. “Come on, it’ll be fun!”

“Ugh, I’m too pretty to get all sweaty and sore on my vacation.” Felix responds, tucking his head into Chan’s neck.

“That’s not what you said last night.” Chan says playfully, earning himself a smack from the younger man. Chan just laughs and presses a kiss to the top of Felix’s head, not even realizing how close Changbin is watching their interaction. “Bin’s right, it’ll be fun. You like the gym!”

“Fine, whatever. But I wanna piggyback ride all the way there.” Changbin buries his jealousy as much as he can, seeing Felix act all affectionate with Chan. He can see how much Chan enjoys it, especially since this isn’t how Felix usually is with him. 

“Okay, princess. Up we go!” Chan wraps his arms around Felix’s thighs and hoists him up, the younger man squealing as Chan jumps.

Changbin just shakes his head, turning towards the hallway to lead the way. Just as they’re about to reach the first step, Hyunjin jogs out of his and Changbin’s bedroom.

“Lix! Can I talk to you for a sec?” Hyunjin can already feel his nerves building and his heart racing in his chest. If he doesn’t end things now, he doesn’t know if he’ll ever be able to let himself.

“We’re heading to the gym!” Felix says gleefully when Chan turns them around. “Can we talk after? Or do you wanna join us?”

“Oh, uh…no, it can wait. You guys have fun.” The last thing Hyunjin needs is to be stuck in a room with Felix all hot and sweaty. His brain would probably break. He doesn’t need to get caught staring by Changbin or Chan if that were to happen, so he retreats back to his room to finish getting ready for the day.

“Hm…okay then. Let’s go!” Changbin shouts, marching down the stairs with Chan and Felix following closely behind.

Changbin starts regretting inviting Felix about 30 minutes into their workout. Every time Felix lifts a weight, he grunts so deep Changbin can feel it in his bones. He tries his best to behave since Chan is in the same room, but looking away from Felix doesn’t help when he’s so goddamn loud.

“Binnie, can you help me?” Changbin had just finished a set, ready to move on to something else, but he freezes when Felix calls for him. He looks over at Chan first, seeing he’s still in the middle of a set. Fuck . Changbin doesn’t even know what Felix needs, but he can do this. He turns slowly, meeting eyes with the beautiful man who’s already smiling at him. “I feel like I’m messing up my form. Can you watch me and make sure I’m doing it right?”

“Uh—” Before Changbin can even respond, Felix is turning towards the mirror on the wall and squatting down low. Changbin holds his breath to keep himself from gasping, his eyes landing on Felix’s ass as he pushes it out.

Chan watches the interaction, holding back his laughter so Changbin doesn’t find out. Felix is perfectly capable of doing a squat, but he’s definitely fucking it up on purpose so Changbin can watch him a little more closely. Chan knows Changbin is aware of that, too, but of course he won’t call him out on it.

“You, uh, you should go a little lower. Push back like you're sitting in a chair.” Changbin says. Felix takes another attempt but stops halfway through, groaning towards the ceiling before looking over his shoulder.

“Can you come show me?” Felix reaches towards Changbin with one hand, smiling his little devilish smile. Changbin has the biggest muscles out of everyone in this room, but he does not feel strong enough for this. He knows it’ll only be more suspicious if he says no, so he walks up to Felix slowly, pushing his hand down to stand behind him with his hips in his hands.

“Um…O-okay so what you wanna do is—”

“BOO!” Jeongin barges into the room, making the older men nearly shit themselves. Felix doesn’t flinch though, which Changbin only realizes for a split second.

“You little fucker!” Changbin shouts, stepping away from Felix to clutch at his chest. Jeongin is clapping his hands as he laughs wildly, wiping away nonexistent tears.

“Oh that was fucking great, you guys should’ve seen your faces!” Chan puts his weights down and rises from the bench, strolling over to Jeongin to smack him on the back of the head. “Ow, you fuck!”

“That’s what you get for scaring me, you fucking crack head.” Chan laughs, turning to check on Felix. Felix is just standing there, staring at himself in the mirror unblinking. “Lix?”

Felix doesn’t respond, which catches Changbin’s attention.

“Ba– Lix, you good?” Changbin says, internally cursing himself for the near slip. When Felix still doesn’t respond, Changbin moves to put his hand on his shoulder, but someone else barges in the room.

“Hey, is Jisung in here with you guys?” Minho asks, looking around the room. He had finished making breakfast for everyone and Jisung still hadn’t shown up. It was starting to make him fully panic at this point, and he could feel an intense irritation building in his mind.

“Jisung went outside.” Felix says, almost in a whisper. Minho looks at Felix and sees him staring at himself in the mirror.

“You saw him go outside?” Felix doesn’t respond, which makes Minho clench his fists tightly. He walks next to him, but Felix doesn’t budge. “Felix!”

“Whoa!” Chan shouts, turning his attention to Minho. “Felix said he’s outside, so that means he’s outside. Maybe he went for a walk, have you checked?”

“There’s nowhere to fucking go!” That same uncontrollable rage is back and burning hotter than ever, making Minho’s vision turn red. “There’s no fucking paths in the woods, where could he have possibly fucking gone if he went outside!? He would’ve been back by now, it doesn’t take an hour to go on a fucking walk to nowhere!”

“Minho, calm do—”

“Fuck you!” Minho turns his attention around and slams his fist against the mirror on the wall, shattering it to pieces.

“Wh-what the fuck?” Felix finally comes back to himself, taking a step back when he sees that Minho’s in a rage, shattered glass surrounding his feet.

“Minho, step the fuck outside NOW!” Chan shouts, pointing towards the door. 

“What the hell is going on in here!?” Seungmin shows up just in time to get shoved out of the way, Minho barging out of the room and out of the house.

“JISUNG!” Minho yells as loudly as possible, only hearing his voice echoing through the air. “HAN JISUNG!”

The rest of the group runs outside, watching Minho pace around the yard, shouting in the sky. Hyunjin even makes his way out, grabbing onto Changbin’s arm when he sees the scene playing out in front of him.

“What the hell is going on?”

“Minho has been away from Jisung for two seconds and he’s losing his goddamn mind.” Seungmin grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest.

“They got into a fight yesterday, give him a break. He’s just worried.” Jeongin speaks up, making everyone turn their heads to him.

“Lix, you said you saw Jisung come out here?” Changbin asks, and now everyone is looking at Felix.”

“What? I didn’t say that…I haven’t seen him.” Felix is beyond confused. He felt like he slipped out of his own head for a second just to wake up and see Minho throwing a fit. 

“You said—” Jeongin gets cut off when he hears Minho yelling again, now somewhere on the side of the mansion. “Okay, let’s help him look before he has a heart attack.”

“Everyone try calling Sungie’s phone.” Chan says, pulling his own phone out of his pocket. Jeongin and Seungmin take off in Minho’s direction while everyone else pulls out their phone, sounds of frustration going around the group only moments later.

“Does anyone have service?” Changbin asks. He has slowly watched the service in the area get shittier and shitter ever since they arrived, but now it’s completely gone.

“Not me.” Hyunjin huffs, putting his phone back in his pocket. “Maybe Sungie just fell asleep somewhere, you know how he is. This place is huge, he’s gotta be somewhere. Lix, help me look around?”

“Oh, yeah sure. Hyung?” Felix responds, turning to look at Chan. Chan turns his attention to him, feeling his own anxiety starting to build. “Don’t freak out, okay? Jisung has gotta be here somewhere. Jinnie’s probably right. He probably found some random place to crash if he was upset with Minho.”

Chan exhales heavily, trying to release the tension rising in his chest. He wants to believe that’s true, but he knows Jisung. More than even Minho does. If Chan’s suspicion is right, it would break Minho. Not only that, but it would only confuse Chan even more. How could Jisung leave if both vehicles are still here? How could he call someone to pick him up if there’s no cell service?

Chan nods and plants a kiss on Felix’s forehead before looping arms with Changbin, leading him to the opposite side of the house to look for Jisung.

Hyunjin and Felix head inside, searching through the first floor of the house. When they reach the basement door, they ignore it. If there’s anything they know about Jisung, it’s that there’s no way he would’ve gone near it alone. 

Hyunjin’s mind is racing at a million miles per hour, not fully focusing on the task at hand. He now has Felix alone, but he doesn’t know how to bring up what’s been on his mind at all. Felix looks more and more worried the more they search, the two finally making their way up the stairs. When they get to the top, Felix stops, groaning into his hands before turning to Hyunjin.

“Where the fuck could he possibly be?” Felix is nearly in tears, the tightening in his chest intensifying so much it hurts. “I’m gonna kick his fucking ass when we find him, why the hell is he worrying us like this?”

“It’s okay, Lix, just breathe.” Hyunjin says, pulling Felix in for a hug. Felix lets a few tears slip from his eyes as he buries himself in Hyunjin’s neck, the scent of him soothing just a bit. Hyunjin rubs Felix’s back, ignoring his own tension. It always breaks Hyunjin’s heart to see Felix upset, especially when there’s not much he can do to help.

Being in Hyunjin’s arms is comforting enough for Felix, but some added affection is just the distraction Felix needs. He suddenly starts pressing slow, soft kisses on Hyunjin’s neck, wrapping his arms around his shoulders. Hyunjin lets out a shaky breath, the goosebumps rising on his skin almost immediately.

“L-Lix, stop.” Hyunjin whispers, grabbing Felix’s shoulders and pushing him away gently. “We really can’t do this anymore.”

“You know you don’t mean that.” Felix says, but he can see the determination in Hyunjin’s eyes. He feels like he’s already lost before he can even put up a fight, the fear of that making his heart squeeze painfully in his chest.  “It’s always been this way, how can you—”

“I love Changbin.” Hyunjin says firmly. “And I know you love Chan whether you want to admit that or not.” Felix clenches his teeth as a new stream of tears fall down his face. “They both deserve better than what we’re doing to them. You’re my best friend, Lix, and I don’t wanna lose that. But, this needs to stop. I can’t do it anymore. I won’t.”

The way Felix looks at Hyunjin breaks Hyunjin’s heart to a million pieces. He’s so beautiful, even like this. He could stare at him all day, count the freckles on his face as if they were constellations in the sky.

Hyunjin caresses Felix’s cheek, swallowing dryly as he continues. “You won’t lose me. Just…a piece of me. But it’ll be okay. I promise.”

Felix doesn’t want to lose any of this. He wants Hyunjin in the ways he has always had him. He wants to be able to relay the details to Chan and have the fun he always gets to have. But above it all, he wants to be honest. He wants to tell Hyunjin that Chan knows. He wants to tell Hyunjin he’s fucking Changbin, too. But that’s selfish. It would tear Hyunjin and Changbin apart, and that would hurt even more than this. If Changbin ends things with him too, nothing will be the same. 

Felix has no faith that their friendship will stay the same after this. This is all they’ve ever known. Why would Hyunjin give him the time of day if he wasn’t useful to him anymore? Everyone always leaves once Felix’s purpose has been fulfilled. Chan will leave him when he’s not fun anymore. Changbin will leave him once he gets bored of the chase. And Hyunjin will leave him when he realizes sex was all Felix was good for.

“I’m just…gonna go look for Jisung on my own. You should join them outside.” Felix says, pushing past Hyunjin and down the hall. He ignores it when Hyunjin calls for him, choosing to disappear into his room for a bit to just let himself cry. Everything comes down on him like a weight that’s too heavy to carry—his worry for Jisung, his impending loss of his friendship with Hyunjin, and the idea of how worthless he is.

Hyunjin holds back his own tears as he heads back down the stairs. He can’t be Felix’s comfort right now. He has to show strength, keep his distance—at least for now. On his way towards the front door, he hears tapping in one of the bathrooms by the front door. 

He can still see the rest of the group outside from the large windows of the house, searching the perimeter of the woods.

“Han Jisung, I swear if you’ve been in here taking a shit this whole time.” Hyunjin says as he pounds on the door. There’s no answer, but the tapping continues. Hyunjin slowly opens the door, realizing quickly that no one is inside. Hyunjin follows the sound until he stops in front of the mirror, looking at his own reflection. “What the fuck is that?”

The tapping continues, so his eyes wander around the glass, trying to pinpoint exactly which spot it’s coming from. His gaze crosses over his face, and in that split second, he sees himself blink. It catches his attention right away. ‘Did I blink?’ Hyunjin asks himself. He looks at himself in the mirror more closely now, leaning over the sink to watch his reflection. He didn’t even notice the tapping had stopped, but when he reaches his hand up to touch the glass, a loud bang reverberates off the wall and cracks the mirror right in front of his face. 

Hyunjin gasps sharply and pulls his hand away, running out the bathroom with lightning speed.

 
🩸🩸

“JISUNG!” Minho shouts into the woods, having taken a few steps past the tree line. No matter how hard he tries, he can’t settle the panic in his chest. He can’t shake the feeling that something was really wrong. Tears spilled down his cheeks and his voice cracked every single time he called out. He could hardly breathe, the trees making him feel dizzy and vulnerable. 

“Find me.”

Minho whipped around to follow the voice, knowing without a doubt it was Jisung, but when he turned, it was Chan standing behind him.

“Min…” Chan puts a firm hand on Minho’s shoulder. That’s all it takes for Minho to break, breathing quickly and heavily as his body trembles in agony. Chan pulls him in and wraps his arms around him, feeling his own heart begin to ache. “You need to go inside and rest. I know you want to keep looking, but let us handle the rest.”

“I can’t stop.” Minho whines. “What if he’s lost out here? What if he’s hurt?”

“You know Jisung wouldn’t put himself in a situation like that.” Chan responds, pulling back to look Minho in the eyes. “Jisung has never done this to you but…sometimes when he’s really upset, he disappears. It’s fully possible that he just needed some space, had enough service to call a ride, and went somewhere.”

“Why would he do that without telling anyone?” Minho asks. None of this feels right. Jisung would never just up and leave him like that.

“That’s just how he is sometimes. We thought he grew out of that after meeting you but…I heard you guys got into a fight.” Minho closes his eyes, letting more tears slip past his lids when he hears those words, the guilt building all over again. “If he did leave, there’s a strong chance he stopped at the store we went to the other night. Bin and I will go there, ask if anyone there has seen him, and we’ll come back.”

“I’ll go with you!”

“Minho, please do yourself a favor and rest. Jisung will come back, he always does. Stay here in case he comes back while we're gone.”

Minho stays silent for a moment as he thinks, eventually deciding to stay behind. He nods in acceptance and walks with Chan out of the woods, seeing the rest of the group waiting for them beside the house. Jeongin and Seungmin are talking amongst themselves while Changbin looks to be comforting Hyunjin.

“We should get inside.” Seungmin says when Minho and Chan walk up to them. “It looks like it’s gonna rain soon.”

Minho doesn’t say a word as he heads into the house. He walks into the front door, aggressively kicking off his shoes.

“Did you find him?” Minho looks up and sees Felix standing at the bottom of the stairs, his eyes all red and puffy.

“No. We didn’t find him.” Clearly, Jisung isn’t in the house either if Hyunjin and Felix didn’t find him. That only makes Minho believe that Jisung really did find a way to leave. Felix makes his way to Minho, running a comforting hand down his arm. “Why did you tell me he went outside?”

Felix pauses, giving Minho a confused look. Changbin said the same thing earlier, and it gives Felix an uneasy feeling in his chest. “When did I say that?”

“Felix, right now is not the time to fuck with me.” Minho says, trying his best to keep his anger down. “In the gym, you said Jisung went outside. I heard you loud and clear. When did you see him leave?”

“I…I didn’t. I don’t know what you’re talking—”

“IF YOU KNOW WHERE HE IS FUCKING TELL ME!” As soon as Minho grabs Felix by the shoulders, a loud crack of thunder booms through the house. All the electricity in the house shuts off, but the daylight streaming through the windows makes it hard to notice.

“Get the fuck off of me!” Felix shouts, rage building in his chest as he shoves Minho into the wall behind him. The images that pop into Minho’s head after that are things he’s never imagined before. All he sees is violence and blood, his hands itching to rip Felix apart.

He lunges forward, tackling Felix to the ground. Felix’s head hits the floor hard, making him shout in pain. At that moment, Jeongin and Seungmin walk through the front door. Minho doesn’t even register it as the aggression takes over his mind.

Jeongin is quick to catch Minho’s arm as it cocks back to swing at Felix’s face, pulling the man back against his chest.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?” Jeongin shouts, holding Minho back with all his strength. Seungmin runs over to Felix and helps him up, checking the back of his head that’s now dripping with blood.

“THIS SON OF A BITCH IS HIDING HIM! HE KNOWS WHERE JISUNG IS, HE’S A FUCKING LIAR!”

“I’m not lying!” Felix yells back. The volume of his voice makes the pain in his head start pounding, hissing through his teeth as he reaches up to cradle his head in his hands.

“If you know where Jisung is, just tell us.” Jeongin tells Felix with annoyance clear in his tone. “You said you saw him go outside, why are you suddenly acting like you don’t know shit?”

“I never fucking said that!” Anger seeps into the veins of everyone in the room, wild and uncontrollable. 

“Yes, you fucking did! Stop being a fucking prick about it!” Jeongin yells, but Seungmin has had enough.

“Stop fucking ganging up on him! This is getting ridiculous!”

“Mind your goddamn business, Kim Seungmin!” Minho pushes out of Jeongin’s grip and stands on his own two feet. “Why are you protecting him? You weren’t there! “

“I don’t give a flying fuck! I’m not gonna sit here and watch you guys attack him.” Seungmin stands, bringing Felix up with him. “We all need to cool off. I’m taking Felix upstairs to patch up. You guys figure your shit out.”

Seungmin turns and Felix braces himself as they begin to climb the stairs, each step putting an aching pressure on the back of his head.

“I’m gonna fucking kill him.” Minho grumbles to himself, watching the pair ascend the staircase. Jeongin turns to him, patting him on the back.

“Seungmin is right, we should cool off. If Felix knows something he’s not gonna tell us if we’re yelling at him. Let’s take an hour and try talking to him after that, yeah? Maybe Chan, Bin, and Jinnie will come back with some information.”

🩸

Hyunjin looks out the window as they make the drive to the store. He couldn’t bring himself to go back into that house, so he tagged along for the trip. He couldn’t get Felix’s heartbroken expression or the sound of the mirror cracking out of his head. 

“It’s ringing.” Changbin suddenly speaks up. He’s been trying to call Jisung for the past 25 minutes, the spotty signal preventing him from getting through.

“Hello?” Jisung’s voice comes through the receiver, making Changbin gasp and sit up a little straighter.

“Jisung! Jesus Christ, man! Where the hell are you, we’ve been—”

“Sike! Got you, didn’t I? You can leave a message if you want, but it’s not likely I’ll listen to it.” The phone beeps in Changbin’s ear which makes him toss his phone onto the floor.

“What just happened?” Chan asks, trying to keep his eyes on the road. 

“It was his stupid voicemail.” Changbin huffs, pinching the bridge of his nose as he leans against the door. 

Five minutes later, they arrive at the store. They all jump out of the car, heading inside quickly to escape the rain. Chan goes straight up to the front desk, ringing the bell on the counter to catch the cashier’s attention. The cashier just stares at her phone for a couple seconds, smacking on the gum in her mouth before she finally looks up.

“Can I help you with something?” She says flatly, her expression giving away her boredom.

“Um, yes. We’re looking for a friend of ours.” Chan pulls out his phone, opening up a picture of him, Jisung and Changbin. He zooms in on Jisung’s face then turns his phone around, showing it to the cashier. “Has this guy come through here at all?”

The girl looks at the picture for approximately two seconds, the sound of her chewing irking at Chan’s nerves.

“Wouldn’t know.” The girl says with a shrug. “My shift started like 30 minutes ago.”

“You don’t have cameras in this shit hole?” Hyunjin grumbles, pushing past Chan to lean over the counter. The cashier perks up when she sees him, a blush creeping on her cheeks as she sits up a little straighter.

“Our, um, cameras d-don’t work. My apologies, sir.” The girl says. She reaches up to comb her fingers through her hair, trying to put on the best smile she can muster. “I would be happy to help you with anything else though.”

“Don’t get excited, I like dick.” Hyunjin says with an eyeroll, turning around to stomp towards the exit. Changbin snorts, watching Hyunjin throw himself back in the truck through the glass door of the shop. He turns back around to the cashier, seeing the embarrassment written all over her face.

“He fucks me real good by the way.” Changbin tells her with a wink, patting the counter before following in Hyunjin’s footsteps. The cashier sits there speechless, looking over at Chan with a shocked look on her face.

“Sorry about that.” Chan says with a chuckle. “Have a good rest of your day.” He leaves it at that, exiting the store and getting into his truck. “You guys are so ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously hilarious.” Hyunjin says, breathing out a short laugh as he goes back to looking out the window.

“Well, now that I have service, let me see if I can check Sungie’s location.” Changbin speaks up, picking his phone up from the floor. Chan watches Changbin’s finger tap and swipe at his screen in anticipation, hoping that some kind of answer will come. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

“Can you see where he is?” Hyunjin asks, leaning over to look at Changbin’s screen.

“Yup. His phone is at the fucking house.”

🩸

Seungmin had finished patching Felix up, taking all the steps necessary to make sure he didn’t have a concussion. From the looks of it, he was mostly fine but Seungmin told him to try not to sleep either way. He left Felix in his room to rest, walking into his own room with a heavy sigh.

Jeongin was sitting there on the bed, playing some kind of game on his phone. When he heard Seungmin come in, he looked up but didn’t say a word. Seungmin closed the door behind him and leaned against it, looking at Jeongin with a stern expression.

“Felix says he doesn’t remember saying that Jisung went outside, and I believe him.” Seungmin says firmly. Jeongin squints at him, letting his phone fall to the mattress.

“Minho and I both heard him say it, Min.”

“I’m sure you did. I’m not saying he didn’t say it, I’m saying he doesn’t remember saying it.”

“How does that make any fucking sense?” Jeongin can already feel the anger creeping back up, as if someone is whispering in his ear and telling him to hold on to it.

“He says he’s been zoning out a lot recently.” Seungmin responds, trying to keep his tone calm. “He didn’t even remember you or Minho walking into the gym.”

“That’s a crock of shit and you know it.” Jeongin stands from his spot on the bed and starts walking slowly in Seungmin’s direction. “Are you helping him hide Jisung?”

“Are you serious right now?” Seungmin says, exhaustion clear in his voice. “You know I don’t play around with childish bullshit like that, why would I—”

Jeongin silences Seungmin with a firm hand on his neck, pushing close until their noses are almost touching.

“Do I need to get the information out of you myself?” Jeongin grumbles, reaching forward to palm Seungmin’s cock from over his pants. 

“Innie…” Seungmin whispers, looking into Jeongin’s dark eyes. There’s something predatory behind them, unlike anything he’s ever seen. It’s terrifying, in both a good and bad way.

“I’ll get it out of you one way or the other.” Jeongin uses his grip on Seungmin’s neck to walk him across the room, slamming his face into the bed. “All of you deserve to be punished, causing my hyung so much distress. How shameful.”

Jeongin yanks Seungmin's pants down, landing a brutal slap against his cheek.

“FUCK!” Seungmin yells, trying to push himself up. Jeongin tightens his grip, keeping Seungmin pinned to the bed. “Jeongin, I’m not hiding anything!”

“Shut the hell up.” Jeongin says sharply, landing another smack on Seungmin’s sensitive skin. “Not another word unless it’s exactly what I wanna hear.”

Jeongin grabs the lube on his nightstand and pours it directly onto Seungmin’s hole. Seungmin pants against the comforter, the fabric gripped tightly in his hands. A couple seconds later, he feels the head of Jeongin’s cock pressing against him.

“Innie, wait—”

“Only good boys get the prep, baby. If you don’t want this, you better start talking.”

“I swear, I don’t fucking know anyth—”

“Color.”

Seungmin freezes, fear and desire mixing into a dangerous concoction in his mind. He can’t deny that part of his thoughts that wants this—needs it. Jeongin has always been good at keeping Seungmin’s mind off stressful things this way, making him fall apart in his hands. 

“G-Green.”

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Minho lays his head on the pillow, his destructive thoughts still taking over him. 

This is all your fault. Jisung left you. 

His tears fall, staining the pillow case cradling his face. He pulls out his phone to look at his lockscreen, a picture of Jisung shining that beautiful heart shaped smile. 

“Please come back to me.” Minho whispers to himself. As soon as the words leave his mouth, he watches the signal on his phone progress, zero bars turning into two. Minho gasps, unlocking his phone quickly to call Jisung. “Please, please, please.”

As the phone begins to ring, he feels a vibration somewhere behind him. He turns over, lifting the pillow on Jisung’s side of the bed. His heart drops when he sees Jisung’s phone, Minho’s contact picture smiling back at him. Minho hangs up the call and starts looking through Jisung’s phone, hoping to find any sign that he had contacted someone to come get him.

The last message on his phone was directed to Minho, one that had failed to send. He opened up their texts and read the last message over and over.

(delivery failed) Jisung: im sorry jagiya. ur right…i shouldnt have brought the notebook with me. i didnt mean to hurt u like this. i would rather say all of this to u in person but ur not talking to me so…pls forgive me? I love u so much and hate seeing u so upset. i promise ill be here waiting for u when ur ready to talk. 

Minho rises from the bed, pacing back and forth as he continues to reread the last sentence of Jisung’s message. 

He’s still here. He has to be. Where haven’t we looked? Minho thinks to himself, going through the possibilities in his mind. The basement. No one has checked the basement. No, he wouldn’t go there, why would he go there?

Minho sits back on the bed, his head resting in his hand as his foot anxiously taps on the floor.

What if…What if he did go down there? He could’ve fallen and hurt himself.

“Fuck.” Minho whispers to himself, standing up once again and rushing out of the room. He heads down the staircase quickly, turning towards the basement when he gets to the bottom. He stops in his tracks when he sees the basement door wide open. He hears the faint sound of crying, the sound of Jisung’s whimpering echoing through the door. “Jisung!”

Minho rushes towards the basement, attempting to flick on the light switch. The light never turns on, but Jisung’s cries get louder. Minho gasps and starts rushing down the narrow staircase, the thundering of his heart matching the sounds coming from outside the house. It’s so dark he can’t see the bottom, and it feels like the staircase goes on forever.

As he is about to shout Jisung’s name another time, he feels a tight grip on his ankle, making him fly forward. Minho’s body slams onto the steps, each jarring impact rattling his skull like a punching bag. He thrashes and flails, desperate to stop the fall, but it’s too late. The sickening crunch of his wrist snapping echoes through the air as he tumbles head over heels down the stairs. Agony rips through his leg as it buckles beneath him. The bone shattering like kindling under a sledgehammer. Minho’s scream of anguish is abruptly cut short as his head smacks against the unforgiving concrete, all sensation draining from his ravaged body as his vision tunnels to a pinpoint before going black as a tomb.

Lee Minho (October 25, 1998-March 25, 2024)

Minho’s heart was torn, yet never shown

A love once bright, now all alone

He wandered through the lonely day

Till stairs did steal his life away

A stumble, fall, his breath did cease

His heart still broke, no rest, no peace

Now gone, his pain remains untold

A love once warm, now turned cold

Chapter Text

“WHERE THE FUCK IS HE!? I’LL KILL THAT SON OF A BITCH!”

“Hyung, stop!”

Never, in the entire time Felix has known Chan, has he been scared of him. But this? This is different…he’s never seen Chan so angry. 

Hyunjin, Changin, and Chan had come back from the store with nothing but the knowledge that Jisung’s phone was still somewhere in the house. Felix was in his and Chan’s room, trying his best to keep his mind occupied so he wouldn’t fall asleep. Even with the painkillers, his head was still throbbing. Seungmin had patched him up pretty good, cleaning off the wound on the back of his head, covering it with some gauze, and wrapping some shit around Felix’s head to keep it in place.

Felix didn’t care if it looked stupid. He didn’t care to look in the mirror to check either. Even if the voices were calling for him. He didn’t want to leave the room and face Minho’s wrath again. Seungmin had gone to talk to Jeongin, so Felix didn’t want to interrupt. He had no choice but to be terrified and alone. He put his headphones in his ears to drown out the whispers and stared out the window while he listened to music. 

He was immediately put into a trance when he saw his reflection in the glass.

All he could hear were screams. He could feel pain under his fingernails, in his wrist, and in his leg. The pain in the back of his head had become excruciating, nearly blinding. He couldn’t even react to it. He couldn’t see, couldn’t move.

“Felix?” Chan had walked through the bedroom door, seeing Felix staring out the window with tears streaming down his face. He could see that Felix’s head was wrapped up, and the concern he felt was nearly sending him into a panic. He kept his composure though, not wanting to freak Felix out more than he already seemed. Chan walked closer, sitting in front of Felix’s crossed legs once he reached the bed. Felix didn’t acknowledge he was there at all. “Baby.”

Chan reached out, putting his palm on Felix’s knee with a light shake. Felix didn’t budge. Chan slowly reached up, removing the headphones from Felix’s ears. He could feel him trembling, fear very clear in his eyes.

“Baby, look at me.” Chan tried turning Felix’s head gently, but he wouldn’t move. He added a bit more pressure, forcing Felix’s face to turn. Felix was resisting, his breath picking up speed with each centimeter that his head moved. With one final, forceful, push, Felix’s gaze finally met Chan’s. Felix gasped as if he was coming up for air, the breath being knocked out of his lungs. Chan could see the way Felix’s dilated eyes slowly went back to normal.

“Wh-why are you still here?” Felix asked, not knowing what was happening at all. “I thought…I thought you guys were going to the store?”

Chan just stared at him for a moment, looking at Felix like he was crazy…at least that’s what Felix thought.

“Lix…we did go to the store.” Now Felix was looking at Chan like he was crazy.

“You literally just left.”

Chan had been gone for over an hour. He felt fear twisting brutally in his stomach. Something was clearly wrong, and he had no idea what it was. What the fuck happened while he was gone?

“Felix…what happened to your head?” Chan didn’t want to tell Felix how long he was gone. He didn’t want to freak him out. The last thing he wanted to do was get Felix riled up if he had a concussion.

Felix almost didn’t want to tell Chan what happened. Chan wasn’t usually an angry person, but he was very protective…especially for Felix. Felix took a deep breath, wiping at the tears he didn’t even realize he had shed. 

“Um…Minho thinks I’m hiding Jisung.” Felix said, looking down at his lap. Chan tucked his fingers under Felix’s chin and made him meet his gaze. Chan looked confused, rightfully so. There was a hint of anger already, making Felix swallow dryly with nervousness.

“What. Happened. To your head?” Chan was trying not to jump to conclusions, but he could read between the lines. He didn’t want to believe that Minho would hurt Felix, but the amount of aggression he’s shown recently…he can’t fully put it past him.

“Don’t get mad, pl—”

“Tell me.” Chan couldn’t make any promises. He could already feel his blood boiling. Felix swallowed dryly, pushing past the urge to look back towards the window.

“He tackled me.” Felix admitted, almost in a whisper. It was like every single coherent thought left Chan’s brain in that moment. He didn’t feel attached to himself anymore, like his consciousness floated away into its own personal hell. 

He gritted his teeth and stood from the bed, stomping towards the bedroom door. Felix sat in silence for a moment before his body finally realized it could move, hurriedly throwing himself off the bed and following behind Chan.

“WHERE THE FUCK IS HE!? I’LL KILL THAT SON OF A BITCH!” Chan shouted as he burst through the door. 

“Hyung, stop!”

Hyunjin and Changbin flinched where they stood in the hallway, Chan’s voice booming off the walls. Hyunjin’s heart twisted in his chest when he saw the frightened look on Felix’s face.

“What the hell is going— hey!” Hyunjin tried to speak but Chan pushed past them, barging into Minho and Jisung’s room.

“Lee Minho!” Chan shouted, only to walk in the room and see that it was empty. Chan started marching towards the bathroom, the other three men hot on his heels.

“He’s not in here, hyung.” Changbin said calmly, always trying to be the peaceful presence during a storm. On the inside he was panicking. He didn’t know where Jisung was, Minho was now missing, Chan was in a rage, and he couldn’t even comfort Felix the way he wanted to. What was supposed to be a vacation turned into a shit show so quick he was having a hard time keeping himself together.

Changbin and Hyunjin had gone straight to Minho and Jisung’s room when they arrived at the mansion, hoping Jisung’s location meant that he was back. They walked into the room when no one had answered the door, just to see that Minho was now gone, too. Changbin was just about to check the couple's location when Chan had barged out of the room, a bandaged up Felix not too far behind.

“Wait, what happened to you?” Hyunjin said, a devastatingly concerned look in his eyes as he cupped Felix’s face in his hands. Felix clenched his jaw when he felt Hyunjin’s warm palms on his skin, looking down at him like some kind of kicked puppy.

“That son of a bitch tackled him!” Chan shouted as he stormed back out of the room.

Hyunjin gasped, watching Chan as he went before looking back down at Felix. “What!?”

Felix didn’t answer. He was frozen in Hyunjin’s eyes, but before he could even try to come up with a response, Changbin had interrupted.

“Lix, are you okay?” Felix could see the panic that Changbin was trying to hide, only the slightest bit of tears building in his eyes. Felix nodded wordlessly, using a gentle grip on Hyunjin’s wrists to remove his hands from his face. “Are you sure?”

The ache in Hyunjin’s heart was painful, no matter how soft Felix was trying to be. He took a step back, giving Felix the space he clearly wanted.

“I’m sure…we need to stop him.” Felix said quietly, turning around to head out of the room. Both Hyunjin and Changbin wanted to hold Felix in their arms, protect him from anything and everything, but instead they followed him– keeping a respectful distance.  

“Why is it so fucking dark in here?” Chan grumbled, reaching for the light switch by the stairs. When he flicked it on, the lighting in the room didn’t change. “What the fuck?”

As Chan stood there flicking the light switch on and off, Jeongin and Seungmin exited the room, completely oblivious to the situation happening in the hallway. Jeongin caught sight of Felix, his head still wrapped up. Jeongin isn’t usually a vengeful person, but he couldn’t help but think that it served Felix right. He was hiding Jisung, causing his hyung to go through an unnecessary panic. Minho should’ve beat him into the ground , Jeongin thought to himself, rolling his eyes and looking away when Felix made eye contact with him.

Felix caught it, but he decided to keep his mouth shut about it. He didn’t need any more issues. Trying to keep his distance from Hyunjin and worrying about Chan’s rampage was enough for him to deal with, not to mention the urge to look in the mirror that was scratching the back of his mind.

“Hyung…” Seungmin walked up to Chan and flinched when he looked over his shoulder. The look in Chan’s eyes was borderline evil, as if his soul had completely left his body. Seungmin has seen Chan frustrated before, maybe even slightly angry, but this was uncharted territory.

“Where’s Minho?” Chan growled. The rest of the group stopped in front of him, none of them knowing how to approach him without making him explode. 

“I don’t know.” Seungmin answered. “He’s probably still out looking for Jisung.”

“He needs to stay the fuck away from him.” Everything in Chan’s mind was violence. He imagined Minho finding Jisung, hurting him for absolutely no reason at all. Different scenarios played at once: Minho beating the shit out of Jisung, choking him, stabbing him…burying him alive. The only thought in Chan’s head was that he needed to either find Minho before he found Jisung, or find Jisung before Minho did. If he was already too late, he would do whatever it takes to protect his friend. Whatever it takes.

Seungmin didn’t want to argue with Chan. He didn’t want to be on the receiving end of his wrath. He needed him to take a moment to breathe, get distracted long enough to calm down. The storm outside was getting loud, the thunder echoing through the mansion. The rain was hitting the roof and the windows hard, only adding to the tension of the situation.

“He’s got to be in here somewhere, right?” Seungmin said calmly. “You know how much he hates rain, there’s no way he’s outside. Maybe we can find some flashlights or some candles around her somewhere. Help us look for some and we can help you find him, yeah?”

Chan clenched his teeth together, looking around at the five men that were looking right back at him. He could see the fear in their eyes, but it did not click in his brain that they were terrified of him . He believed they were scared of Minho, of what he would do to them. If they were too scared to help Chan find Minho, that would be okay. They could stay safe, stay together in one of the rooms while he searched. Minho would never hurt any of them, especially his Lixie, ever again.

Chan nodded wordlessly, making Seungmin let out a sigh of relief. “Binne and Jinnie can check in the kitchen, you and Lixie check the storage closets, and Jeongin and I will check the basement. Does that sound good to you, hyung? Maybe one of us will run into Minho along the way.”

Chan let out his own sigh, mentally preparing himself for what he needed to do if he ran into Minho. He reached his hand out for Felix, silently beckoning him. Both Hyunjin and Changbin didn’t want to let Felix go with him. Hyunjin wanted to take Felix into his and Changbin’s room and just hold him, tell him everything was going to be okay. Changbin wanted to check his wounds, kiss them and bandage them up himself. Unfortunately, Felix went to Chan, taking his hand and turning back towards the two men.

He could see the worry in their eyes, and it pulled at his heart strings. He knew Chan wouldn’t hurt him, he wasn’t worried about that, but he could tell Hyunjin and Changbin weren’t totally convinced.

“Let’s meet in the den when we’re done.” Felix spoke, his voice barely audible against the storm. “Stay together and everything we’ll be okay.” Felix looked directly at Hyunjin, watching as he tried to hide his trembling lip behind his teeth. “I’ll be okay.”

Hyunjin nodded, reaching for Changbin’s hand. Changbin took Hyunjin in his grip without hesitation and started walking towards the stairs. The rest of the group turned and started heading to their designated areas, everyone on edge.

The second Hyunjin and Changbin made it into the kitchen, Hyunjin broke. He wrapped his arms around Changbin as the tears fell, fear finally bursting through the seams.

“What the fuck is happening, Bin? Felix will be okay with him right? He’s lost his goddamn mind.” 

Changbin held on tight to Hyunjin, doing his best to keep his own emotions in. Changbin knows Chan better than anyone. He knows how much he loves Felix. He’s dealt with the heartache over Chan going on and on about the beautiful, freckled man. Chan may be angry, but he’s not dangerous. At most, he’ll get into a shouting match with Minho when they find him. That’s the hope at least.

“Lix will be okay, Chan just needs a minute to calm down. He would never do anything to hurt Felix. Not in a million years, okay?” Changbin kissed the side of Hyunjin’s head, rubbing his palm soothingly up and down his back. “Let’s see what we can find in here, it’s getting really dark. The faster we do this, the faster we can get back to him.”

That was all Hyunjin needed to hear to put some pep in his step. He pulled away, placing a chaste kiss on Changbin’s lips before heading towards the sink.

Changbin went into the walk-in pantry, and immediately felt like an idiot when he tried to flick the switch on. He let out a frustrated huff, barely able to see anything in the small room.

Hyunjin kneeled down, opening the cabinets under the sink. To his relief, he could see a few candles under there, four flashlights tucked into the back corner. As soon as he was about to tell Changbin, a blood curdling scream was heard echoing through the house.

“NO! MINHO!”

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Chan held on tightly to Felix’s hand as they made their way to the first storage closet near the front door. He was in a rush, moving as fast as he could to find what they needed to find. The longer they took, the better Minho would be at hiding. 

Felix’s hand was hurting a bit in Chan’s grip. He was starting to get frustrated, the itch in the back of his head only getting louder and louder. He didn’t even feel angry with Minho. He understood his feelings to a certain extent. Felix didn’t remember saying he saw Jisung, but his memory during this trip has been getting foggier and foggier. Minho was only worried for his fiance, feeling the amount of protectiveness that Chan is feeling right now. If he needed to dom Chan to bring him back down to Earth, that’s what he would do.

“Hyung, calm down for a minute, slow down—”

“We need to get this over with Felix, I need to find him.” Chan didn’t stop for a single second, just kept dragging Felix along. Felix tried to pull out of Chan’s grip but it was pointless. He was holding on for dear life. Felix smacked Chan’s hand hard, making the older man let go and stop in his tracks.

“And then what, huh? What are you going to do, big boy? Acting all big and bad when you’re really just a grown man throwing a tantrum.”

Chan was taken aback, fighting with his inner submissive side. How could Felix not see that he was trying to defend him? Protect him? Hearing Felix speak to him like that made it feel like there was a part of him trying to claw its way out. 

“Felix, he hurt you—”

“You’re right, he hurt me . If I wanted to do something about it, I would’ve done it by now. He was hurting, Chan—”

“That doesn’t—!”

“YOU WILL LOWER YOUR VOICE WHEN YOU SPEAK TO ME, CHRISTOPHER BAHNG!” Felix's deep, roaring voice only added to the ache in his head, but he needed to get through to Chan. He could already see him cowering behind his eyes, the usual light that sparkled there returning.

The shame that burned under Chan’s skin was even hotter than his rage. Nothing in this entire world takes priority over Felix, not even revenge on the man who hurt him.

“We will find Minho to make sure he is safe, and that is it! If you want to scold him for what he did, fine, but you will not hurt him. Do I make myself clear?” Felix glared at Chan unblinking, making sure to get across how serious he was. 

It was like all the anger dissipated into the air, Chan only left feeling hopeless. He didn’t want to hurt Minho. Jisung would never forgive him if he did. Yes, he wanted to give him a stern talking to, make sure he never did something so stupid again, but anything more than that was overkill. He shouldn’t be making Felix feel like this. He should be comforting him, making sure he’s okay. Where did all that anger and violence come from? He felt like a stranger in his own skin. He hated every second of it.

“I…I’m sorry, baby. You’re right. Please forgive—” A scream pierced through Chan’s ear drums, making his stomach brutally twist.

“NO! MINHO!”

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“We need to find Minho before Chan does. If he does anything to him, I will make sure he doesn’t see the light of day.” Jeongin grumbled, making Seungmin whip his head toward him.

Seungmin was incredibly sore from earlier. Jeongin had fucked him into submission, but he still didn’t have any more information to give. Seungmin usually prefers a softer touch, something more intimate, but he compromises for Jeongin. He’s gotten used to it over their time together, but something about their earlier session was different.

Seungmin was about two seconds away from safewording before Jeongin came. He was so rough with Seungmin that it felt like he was genuinely punishing him. Seungmin was still deep in subspace, trying with all his might to be as level headed as possible with the current situation. He couldn’t take Jeongin’s anger right now. He needed comfort, but it didn’t seem like Jeongin was anywhere close to giving any.

“Not you too.” Seungmin sighed. “No one is hurting anyone. Chan needed some time to chill out, and so do you.”

They reached the basement door, an eerie feeling overcoming the couple. It was like something was telling them not to open the door, but to hurry up and do so at the same time.

“I’m just saying, those two are fucking with my hyung and I don’t like it one bit. I don’t know what the fuck he did to them to piss them off so much, but they need to reel it the fuck in before I make them.”

“Okay, that’s enough Jeongin.” Seungmin grumbled, rolling his eyes before opening the basement door. As the wood creaked open, only a very miniscule amount of light shined down on the top steps, leaving everything beyond pitch black. “Fuck. Do you have your phone on you?”

Jeongin wordlessly pulled out his phone, turning on the flashlight that didn’t help as much as Seungmin hoped. Seungmin exhaled heavily and started descending the stairs after Jeongin. It felt like the stairs went on forever, the flashlight only illuminating a few steps ahead of them.

The couple didn’t speak to each other at all as they made their way down, both of them too heated to form any kind of sentence. But by the time they started to reach the bottom, the flashlight caught onto two feet…then two legs, one of them bent at an ugly angle.

Jeongin gasped, both men stopping in their tracks.

“What…who the fuck is that?” Seungmin whispered, feeling a chill run up his spine. Jeongin was frozen, terror vibrating through his bones. He took the rest of the steps slowly, one by one until the flashlight was able to show the face of the man on the ground. Minho.

Jeongin screamed and went to him as fast as he could, dropping onto his knees beside him.

“NO! MINHO!”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Seungmin whispered, using a trembling hand to check Minho’s pulse. “Hyung…”

Minho’s eyes were open, his pupils dilated and the whites of his eyes bloodshot red. There was a pool of blood under his head, only visible with Jeongin shining the flashlight over it. Tears fell from Seungmin’s eyes when he realized Minho didn’t have a pulse. Jeongin was hyperventilating, screaming for Minho to wake up, but the realization that he never would…made Seungmin’s blood turn cold.

“What the fuck is going on!?” Hyunjin made it to the top of the steps, seeing a light at the very bottom. The light was pointed directly at Minho’s face, so both Changbin and Hyunjin gasped in unison, both of them running down the steps as fast as they could.

Chan and Felix watched as Hyunjin and Changbin disappeared down the steps, running towards the open basement door. Before they even made it to the steps, they heard Jeongin shouting again.

“What the fuck do you mean he’s dead? He’s not dead, he can’t be!” Jeongin was trembling, barely registering Hyunjin and Changbin making it to the bottom of the steps. “No, no, no, hyung don’t leave me, please.” Jeongin cried, “You have to wake up, please!”

“F-fuck.” Changbin whispered, tears welling up in his eyes. Hyunjin put his hands over his mouth in shock, turning towards Changbin to bury his face in his shoulder. “Min, let me check.”

“Bin…” Seungmin couldn’t argue even if he wanted to. He was frozen in place, letting Changbin take over as he kneeled down onto the floor. It only took a few seconds for Changbin to figure it out too, going into full panic mode. As Chan and Felix started making their way down the stairs, Changbin started CPR. 

“Oh my god.” Felix whispered, making Jeongin turn his tearful gaze at him. Felix locked eyes with him, only to see a fire start to burn there.

Jeongin stood up and pointed his finger in Felix’s direction. “You fucking did this didn’t you, you son of a bitch!”

“Are you fucking serious, Jeongin!?” Felix shouted.

“What the fuck were you doing while Seungmin and I were in the room, huh!?” Felix couldn’t even answer that question. He lost so much time, he had no idea what was going on while Chan, Changbin, and Hyunjin were gone. Is it possible that he did this to Minho while he was caught in a daze? That’s not possible, right?

“Watch yourself, Yang Jeongin.” Chan scolded.

“Fuck you!” Jeongin screamed, making Seungmin finally come back to his senses.

“Everyone shut the fuck up!” Changbin was still giving Minho CPR, to no avail. Hyunjin was pressed up against the wall, crying into his hands. “We need to get Minho to a hospital, we don’t have time for this!”

Seungmin reached in his pocket, completely forgetting that it was empty. He cursed himself for leaving his cell phone in the bedroom, but he couldn’t bring it upon himself to leave Minho’s side. 

“Someone call 119 NOW!” Seungmin shouted, making everyone but Changbin stop to pull their phones out.

“Shit.” Chan whispered, running back up the stairs to get a better signal when he realized he had zero bars. As soon as Chan reached the top steps, his phone died making him panic impossibly more. “My phone is dead, I think the basement is a dead zone!”

Chan internally kicked himself at his word choice, but no one else responded. Felix ran up the stairs next, Jeongin hot on his heels.

“I don’t fucking trust you, move.” Jeongin grumbled, pushing past Felix to get up the stairs first. Felix was growing more and more frustrated but that’s not what he was worried about now. He wanted to get Minho help above all else. If this was somehow his fault, he may never know. That would probably be for the better because he would never forgive himself, but he hoped he stayed in that room the entire time Chan was gone.

Jeongin made it to the top, bypassing Chan all together when he started looking for signal. Felix was trembling, silent tears falling from his eyes as he made it to the top of the steps, his gaze glued to the phone. His signal was shot, not a single bar in the top corner. He attempted to call 119 anyway, but the phone didn’t ring.

“Sh-shit.” Felix whispered, only to be pulled into Chan a second later. Chan held Felix as he cried, finally letting out all the turmoil that was weighing heavy on his chest. “I didn’t do this…I would never, I could never!”

“I know, baby, I know.” Chan soothed, sniffling as the tears escaped him. His shame was burning even hotter now. He wanted to hurt Minho so bad, but now he has the nerve to feel sorrow now that the man is dead. His friend, one of the closest ones he has…how did this happen?

Seungmin appeared in the open door a moment later, a bit out of breath from running up the steps. An inconsolable Hyunjin came up after him, Changbin behind him carrying Minho over his shoulder.

“We can’t just sit and wait to find signal, we need to get Minho to a hospital right now.” Seungmin said. Changbin didn’t stop and chat, he went straight to the front door as fast as he could. Chan kissed the top of Felix’s head and rushed towards the door, grabbing his keys off the console table nearby. 

Changbin was trying hard not to lose his cool. He could feel how cold Minho was as his dead weight pressed down on him. He started exercising to protect his family from his father, he never thought it would come in handy to carry his dead friend. With Chan being unpredictable, Minho…dead…Changbin had to step up as the level headed one. It felt impossible. He wanted to scream and cry, but instead he marched through the front door as it opened. The rain was even more intense now that they were in it, but it didn’t stop them.

“Fuck no, put him in my car! I don’t want him going with them!” Jeongin yelled, running out the door with his own keys in hand.

“Jeongin-ah—!” Chan tried to fight back but Jeongin yelled even louder.

“Put him in my fucking car!” Jeongin ran ahead of the group, opening the back door.

“Fuck, just do it.” Seungmin said to Changbin. Changbin didn’t respond, just went straight to Jeongin’s Escalade and laid Minho down in the second row as gently as possible. Jeongin jumped into the driver’s seat, turning his key in the ignition just to hear complete silence.

“Mother fucker.” Jeongin whispered to himself. Seungmin threw himself into the passenger seat sopping wet, Changbin getting into the back seat with Minho to hold his head in his lap.

“What are you doing, let’s go!” Seungmin shouted.

Jeongin turned his key in the ignition over and over, but his car didn’t start. “Shit, fuck, it’s not starting!”

Hyunjin got into the back of Chan’s truck, not able to ride in the same vehicle as Minho. He couldn’t handle it. When Hyunjin met Minho, he helped him learn how to dance. Minho saw potential in him that Hyunjin didn’t see in himself. Felix had told Hyunjin that he had the moves of a real dancer any time they would go clubbing, but it wasn’t until Minho told him the same thing that he somewhat believed it. How is it that the man that helped build Hyunjin’s confidence in a whole new way was now dead? He would never laugh with him again? Gossip about what it was like to date 3racha with him and Felix? How is this real—

“Fuck, my truck isn’t starting.” Chan’s voice pulled Hyunjin out of his train of thought, his heart twisting painfully in his chest. “We need to hop into Jeongin’s car, let’s go.”

Chan, Felix, and Hyunjin got out of the car, just to see Jeongin and Seungmin doing the same. It was like the rain started pouring down harder, the lightning around them shining brighter than the sunset.

“W-what’s going o-on?” Hyunjin stuttered, his mouth feeling heavy and useless as he followed Chan and Felix to the front of Jeongin’s car.

Jeongin popped the hood open, Seungmin working quickly to find out the problem.

“My fucking car isn’t starting, we might…” Jeongin exhaled heavily, not wanting to say what he was going to say, but he had no choice. “We all need to go in Chan’s truck.”

“My truck isn’t starting either—”

“Are you fucking kidding me!” Jeongin shouted. He wanted to punch something so bad, his heart beating so hard it felt like it would explode. “What the fuck are you doing here then, go fix it!”

Chan sighed, but didn’t respond as he went to go check under his own hood. Changbin watched from inside the Escalade as Hyunjin and Felix followed Chan back to the truck. 

“Fuck, I can’t take this.” Changbin whined, caressing Minho’s cheek with his thumb. He looked down at his face, only to see Minho’s black eyes looking directly at him.

 Changbin felt frozen in his gaze. He could feel Minho getting stiffer on top of him, he was definitely dead. There was no way Minho was actually looking at him. However, that was the last straw.

Changbin started sobbing as he looked into Minho’s eyes. His choreographer, one of his best friends, Jisung’s fiance…How is he going to break the news to Jisung when they find him? 

“M-minho-hyung…” Changbin cried, watching as his tears fell onto his face. Changbin moved his hand from Minho’s cheek to close his eye lids, only to cry harder as his eyes disappeared behind them. Changbin didn’t even look up when his car door opened, Seungmin standing on the other side.

Seungmin looked at Changbin, the weight of the situation weighing impossibly heavier when he saw the rock of the group broken down. He looked down at Minho’s face, seeing that his eyes were now closed. More silent tears fell from his eyes, his legs wanting to give out from under him. He knew Minho was already dead, but he was holding on to his denial. There was no denying it now.

He would never hear his voice say ‘ Hey, Min.’ ever again. He would never hear Minho scold him over the phone when Jeongin called him to snitch on him. 

Jeongin ran up to Seungmin’s side, looking at the scene inside the backseat. Jeongin fell to his knees, straight into the mud as his breathing became harder and harder. They were too late. Minho was beyond help, and Jeongin could no longer feel a single bone in his body. He could barely see with the tears and rain blinding him, his sobs coming out as screams. His best friend was gone. 

Seungmin let his legs give out so he could hold Jeongin, clenching his jaw tightly as he tried to hold back his own sobs. Chan, Felix and Hyunjin ran up to the group next. Changbin had slid out from under Minho, walking away from the truck and the group all together. 

“FUCK!” Changbin screamed to the sky, gripping his own hair with both hands. Hyunjin flinched at the noise before turning towards Minho’s body. The three men began to cry too, Chan tucking Hyunjin and Felix in his arms.

“How did this happen?” Hyunjin cried. 

“We…we need to get out of here. We have to call someone.” Chan whispered through his tears. “If we have to walk, that’s what were going to have to do.”

“We can’t just fucking leave him here!” Jeongin and Seungmin didn’t see anything wrong with the Escalade. There was no explanation as to why it wasn’t starting. It was clear that Chan’s truck was useless as well. 

Changbin walked back to the group, his eyes swollen as his tears mixed with the rain. “Ch-chan and I will make the walk, y-you guys stay here with him.”

“You guys can’t walk in this weather, are you insane!?” Hyunjin yelled, looking up from Chan’s shoulder.

Changbin marched to Hyunjin, cupping his face in his hands. “We don’t have much of a choice, Jagiya. We all need to get out of here…we need…we need to call Minho’s family.”

Hyunjin shook his head, his words failing him. Changbin kissed his forehead before turning to Chan. Chan gave him a single nod and let Felix and Hyunjin go.

“P-please don’t go.” Felix said, looking up at Chan as much as he could against the rain.

“Go inside and stay safe. We will be back as fast as we can, okay baby?” Felix knew better than to argue. Someone had to do something, and fast. He kisses Chan deeply, remembering the feeling as much as he could just in case Chan didn’t come back for them.

Felix stepped back, and before he could second guess it, he grabbed Hyunjin’s hand and started dragging him inside. He had to ignore Hyunjin’s cries, pleading for Changbin not to go. Seungmin picked Jeongin up off the ground and walked him towards the house. He turned towards Chan and Changbin who were already looking at him.

“Hurry back and stay safe!” Another flash of lightning struck the sky, making Seungmin flinch. Chan and Changbin nodded and started jogging towards the closed gates. 

Seungmin led Jeongin into the house, just to see Felix and Hyunjin crying together on the floor in the foyer.

“If it wasn’t for you, Minho wouldn’t have been left alone.” Jeongin whispered after the door slammed shut behind them. He was already suspicious of Felix, but he really needed someone to blame. It didn’t seem reasonable for Felix to have pushed him down the stairs, no matter how much the voices in his head were trying to convince him of that. Either way, it was Felix’s fault.

“Innie, please…” Seungmin begged, his voice trembling as he spoke. There was a small part of him that believed what Jeongin was saying. Seungmin felt partly to blame as well. He kept Jeongin distracted, told Felix to rest in the room alone…if it wasn’t for that, maybe Minho would’ve asked someone for help finding Jisung. Someone would’ve been there to catch him before he fell. 

“I’m s-sorry…” Felix cried, his head still hidden in Hyunjin’s chest. When he finally looked up at Jeongin, he could see the hurt written on his face. It only made the guilt heavier. “I’m so s-so sorry.”

Jeongin faltered, but the anger wouldn’t go away. He wanted to talk it out with Minho, hear his calming words at least one more time. Changbin was a good voice of reason, but he wasn’t here right now eith—

“Jeongin-ah!” Changbin bursted through the front door, making everyone in the foyer flinch. He froze, looking at the two men he loved crying on the floor. He wanted to go to them, hold them in his arms until the tears stopped, but there was no time. “Sorry, sorry. We need you to open the gate with the remote. The mechanism in the front isn’t working.”

Chan walked in after, making Felix get up and run into his arms.

 Felix was glad to see Chan again already. He silently hoped that he had blacked out again and Chan had made it to the convenience store and back already, but it was clear that wasn’t the case.

Jeongin walked over to the console table, picking up the remote for the gate that was laying there. He looked through the window and pressed the button, only to see that the gate wasn’t open.

“Fuck, maybe we’re too far.” Jeongin said. “Take it. Press it when you guys get closer.”

Changbin nodded and took the remote, looking back in Hyunjin’s direction. Hyunjin got up off the floor then, walking to his boyfriend to give him one last kiss before he left again. Felix didn’t want to let Chan go, but he did it anyway. The sooner they left, the sooner they could come back with help.

“We’ll try to run it as much as we can, okay?” Chan whispered, cupping Felix’s cheek in his hand. Felix nodded, and then watched the two men disappear into the storm again.

Hyunjin, Felix, Seungmin, and Jeongin watched through the window as Chan and Changbin reapproached the gate, Changbin pointing the remote at the gate the entire time they walked. 

“W-what if it doesn’t open?” Hyunjin asked, his voice small.

“Shut up, don’t say that. It’ll open.” Jeongin snapped, making everyone go quiet as they continued to watch.

“Chan it’s not fucking opening!” Changbin shouted over the rain, the two men getting dangerously close to the metal bars. If the gate wouldn’t open, they were shit out of luck. 

When they stood in front of the gate, there was no hint of movement. Chan gripped onto the bars and shook them, shouting his curses at everything and nothing all at once. It was raining so hard, they could barely see a few feet in front of them, the wind picking up so much that it was nearly pushing them over.

“We need to wait this out! If we have to go through the woods later, we’ll do that until we find a way out!”

The four men inside the house watched as Chan and Changbin started running towards the house. Hyunjin and Felix couldn’t help but feel relieved, knowing their men had no choice but to stay safe inside. Jeongin started to panic again, feeling like all hope was lost.

Chan and Changbin made it back into the house, their boyfriends running into their arms once again.

“What the fuck do we do now.” Jeongin cried. “We can’t just leave Minho-hyung out there, this is so fucked up!”

“I know Jeongin-ah, but we’ll take care of it okay?” Changbin said, trying to regain his composure for the rest of the group. “We need to keep searching the house for Jisung, get some rest and wait out the storm. Chan and I go through the woods in the mornin—”

“We’re just going to leave him out there all night!?”

“We don’t have any other choice, Jeongin!” Seungmin shouted. “Jisung isn’t fucking here! He left us and Minho behind. We can’t fucking leave now, do you see the way it looks out there!? Expecting Chan and Bin-hyung to hike in this weather was fucking stupid to begin with!”

“I can’t fucking do this, I can’t.” Jeongin started sobbing again, darting up the stairs to disappear into his room. The group watched him go as they continued to drip onto the hard floor, the silence too much to bear. 

Changbin and Chan both believe Jisung had left too. Why he would leave his phone behind? They had no idea, but that must be the case since they still haven’t seen him.

“I know none of us will be able to sleep tonight, but we should get some rest…that’s all we can do now.” Chan spoke up. Seungmin nodded without a word and went to follow in Jeongin’s footsteps, preparing for the conversation he was about to have. “Bin, let’s try to get up early…hopefully things will be cleared up by then.”

“Yeah…let’s do that.” Changbin responded. The rest of the group headed upstairs, going into their respective rooms. Going through a bedtime routine while Minho was rotting away in Jeongin’s car felt cruel, but what else could they possibly do? The fatigue was weighing heavy on all of them, heavier than it would usually be so early in the night. It felt like the showers were calling for them, the trash cans just begging to eat up their bloody clothes.

When Felix and Chan got into the bedroom, Felix had this overwhelming feeling to be alone. He couldn’t fight it even if he tried.

“Do you mind if I shower on my own?” Felix asked Chan in English. “I just…I need a minute.”

“Are you sure, baby?” Chan didn’t feel comfortable leaving Felix alone at all, but he didn’t want to overwhelm him. 

Felix nodded. “You can go first.” 

Chan sighed, but did what Felix wanted. Felix wasn’t ready to be alone in that bathroom with such a large mirror. He immediately regretted his decision, but he still wanted to be alone nonetheless.

Chan washed up quickly, not wanting Felix to be alone longer than necessary. When he came out of the bathroom again, Felix was still standing in the same spot, looking like he was lost in thought. “You okay, Lix?”

“Huh?” Felix looked up at Chan, the voices finally being silenced. “Oh, yeah…I’m good.”

He walked past Chan to rush into the bathroom, wanting to get the hard part over with.

When Felix made it inside, he used all the willpower he had not to look into the mirror. The voices were back, even louder now, begging him to take one look at himself.

It felt like he had no control as his gaze went for the mirror, catching sight of his own reflection. The silence was even more eerie than the whispers. He moved closer, feeling a pull he couldn’t stay away from.

“A face only a mother could love.” Felix’s reflection spoke. “If only your mother loved you. She cursed you, you know? Tried to save your poor soul, only to damn it to hell.”

Felix’s mother was distraught when she found out Felix was gay. She had gone to their church with the best intentions. Her wishes, her prayers, as innocent as they were, fell on ears she didn’t know had already fallen into evil. The satanic cult that abandoned their temple in the hills moved into the city, brainwashing everyone they came across. 

Felix’s mother begged for his soul to be saved, for him to be brought back into the light. Little did she know that light was the fiery pits of hell, sealing his soul to the devil himself. It was only a coincidence that he felt right into his lap, unlocking an evil that he was never born with.

“You’ll always be my sweet boy.” Felix heard his own mother’s voice come out of his mouth. “My fallen angel.”

Felix looked into the mirror and felt no fear. All he knew was pain, how to make it go away, how to inflict it onto those who inflicted it onto him.

Hyunjin.

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Changbin and Hyunjin went straight for the shower, turning the heat up as much as their skin could bear. They didn’t speak as they got undressed. All they could do was hold each other and cry under the water after they washed up. Changbin couldn’t stop thinking about Jisung, how much he would break after he found out about Minho’s death. He would never stop blaming himself. He left him behind for a bit of space, just to find out he would never see him alive again. It was a cruel punishment, one that Changbin didn’t believe Jisung deserved.

Meanwhile, Jisung’s heart had already stopped beating, everyone inside the house completely oblivious. His face was frozen in a scream, the panic forever stuck in his expression. His fingernails were ripped to shreds, his bloody claw marks decorating the top of the thick, wooden box that kept him prisoner.

Hyunjin and Changbin dried off, but Hyunjin still felt dirty. It felt like his skin was crawling, as if Minho’s blood had latched onto Changbin, then onto him. Changbin didn’t need anything fancy to feel prepared for bed, so he went back into the bedroom, his towel wrapped snugly around his hips. 

His eyes felt sore from crying, his chest feeling like there was now a piece missing. He couldn’t stop seeing Minho’s face, his soulless eyes peering into him. It was like that piercing gaze looked straight through him, as if they were begging for the soul that still resided in Changbin’s body. As he got dressed, he couldn't help but think about how scared he was to close his eyes. The nightmares would probably last forever. 

If he could rewind time, find a way to make Jisung stay, he would do it in a heartbeat. No one would’ve ever gone into the basement. If that were the case though, how long would it have taken them to realize their vehicles aren't working? The gate, too. Nothing was adding up. 

All of their phones were working perfectly fine when they got there. How is it possible that everything just stopped functioning when they needed it to?

“AAAAGGGHHHHH!!!”

BOOM!

CRASH!

“CHANGB—”

BOOM!

“ggguuhh–...”

BOOM!

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Hyunjin closed the bathroom door behind Changbin, just needing a moment to himself as he did his skincare routine. It felt wrong, like he was somehow rubbing it in Minho’s face that he still had color to his skin. He couldn’t help himself though. The more pampering he did, the cleaner he would feel.

Hyunjin started pulling out his skin care products, lining them out on the counter one by one. Once he was satisfied, he wiped the steam off the mirror, looking into his own reflection. He let out a heavy sigh as he looked into his own eyes, only to catch a glimpse of something…odd. 

It seemed like his lips in the reflection moved only slightly later than they were supposed to in real life. It was like his mind was playing tricks on him, which didn’t seem too far fetched. Seeing a dead body does that to a person, Hyunjin thought.

He moved his hand to the back of his neck, trying to relieve some tension, but then he saw it again. His reflection was…delayed. Hyunjin slowly moved his hand down, watching it in the mirror like a hawk. There was no denying it, he could see it even clearly now. 

He looked back at his own face, slowly swaying side to side. His reflection followed him at a slower pace, making the hairs on the back of Hyunjin’s neck stand up. 

Suddenly, his reflection stopped, even though he was still moving. Hyunjin gasped, the fear paralyzing him to his spot. He leaned forward to look closer, only to see himself in the reflection staying up right.

He watched as his lips in the mirror started curling up into a smirk.

“What the fu—” Hyunjin tried to speak, but his own hand in the mirror reached through the glass and grabbed onto his hair. “AAAAGGGHHHHH!!!”

He felt the harsh pull, and then his face smashed against the glass, the shards falling onto the sink and piercing his skin. His nose broke against the pressure, blood splattering all over the wall.

“CHANGB—”

Another pull, harder this time. Hyunjin felt every ounce of pain as the bones in his face broke.

“ggguuhh—...”

Another pull, and another, and another, and another.”

“HYUNJIN! HYUNJIN WHAT’S HAPPENING!?” Changbin couldn’t get the door open. He pounded his fists on the wood, hearing the loud slams happening over and over. He could hear gurgling noises behind the door, small shards of glass scattered underneath.

Changbin used all his body weight as he hit the door with his shoulder, trying with all his might to bust the door down. The gurgling noises stopped, but the slamming noises kept going. They sounded wet…gushy. When the slams finally stopped, the bathroom door flew open.

Changbin had to catch himself as he flew forward, his momentum sending him into the entrance of the bathroom. There was blood and glass everywhere…

Hyunjin’s body was on the floor, but his face was gone. Half of his head was gone. Changbin stared for a moment, his brain not fully processing what he was seeing. When it all finally caught up to him, Changbin turned back towards the bedroom and vomited all over the floor.

Hwang Hyunjin (March 20, 2000-March 25, 2024)

Hyunjin preened with practiced grace,

A prince in love with his own face.

Each glance a shrine, each smile divine,

He bowed before the mirror’s shine.

His face, once prized, met shards with glee—

A jagged grin of irony.

Now framed in blood, forever grim,

The glass reflects no more for him.