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“Hey, wanna rile up your boyfriend — and mine?” Wooyoung grinned wickedly at Yunho, eyes glittering with trouble.

Yunho raised a brow, already recognizing that dangerous spark. “What’s on your mind?” he asked, curiosity mixing with an amused smirk.

Wooyoung flashed an even bigger grin, pulling a Pepero stick from his pocket and waving it dramatically between them.

Their eyes met, brains instantly syncing on the same devious wavelength. Yunho chuckled, giving a subtle nod.

“Let’s do it,” he agreed, watching as Wooyoung practically vibrated with excitement, ready to set their jealous boyfriends on fire.

Maybe it was good fun to tease San now and then, especially since they had that little agreement. It had taken all of Wooyoung’s persuasive skills to get San to even consider playing the Pepero game, because San was possessive as hell when it came to Yunho and absolutely threw tantrums at the idea.

But that was the point — Yunho agreed right away, knowing exactly what a sulky, jealous San meant. If San got worked up, he’d become all clingy and needy afterward, eager to prove Yunho was his one and only (as if Yunho ever doubted it for a second). And Yunho? He would be reaping the rewards for days — mind-blowing sex, San’s desperate sweetness, and maybe even letting Yunho play with his ass or sink into that tight, perfect pussy until neither of them could breathe.

For Wooyoung, this was a double win. If he could rile up Mingi too, then he’d be getting absolutely ruined in every way imaginable afterward. There was nothing hotter than possessive, jealous Mingi taking him apart and stuffing his eager pussy full until he couldn’t think straight.

So they went for it.

San was practically buzzing with excitement on set, bouncing on his toes as Wooyoung explained the plan to their manager and the PD-nim.

“Hyung, hear me out!” Wooyoung beamed, hands waving dramatically. “How about for the Inkigayo ending-fairy this week, we do a Pepero game challenge? If we wins, all of us gets the ending fairy cam!!”

San’s eyes went wide, sparkling. “Wait, seriously? That sounds so fun!”

Wooyoung nodded eagerly, selling it even harder. “Yeah! Everyone will love it — it’ll go viral, trust me.”

San was all in. “I’m down! Let’s do it!”

But he hadn’t realized he’d just stepped straight into Wooyoung’s trap until the PD-nim asked, “So who wants to do the Pepero challenge?”

Wooyoung’s grin went absolutely feral as he raised his hand — then turned to Yunho, who was smirking right beside him, clearly already in on the plot.

“We volunteer!” Wooyoung declared proudly, nudging Yunho’s side.

San froze, the gears in his head finally clicking together. His stomach did a funny flip.

Wait. Wait. Wooyoung and Yunho doing the Pepero challenge…?

He watched as Yunho nodded in agreement, eyes glinting with a knowing look that made San’s pulse spike.

Oh no.

The realization crashed over him: they were about to feed each other that stick — up close, lips practically touching, on national broadcast.

San’s eye twitched, jealousy flaring so hard he nearly forgot how to breathe. But before he could even protest, Wooyoung was already fist-bumping Yunho with that menace bestie grin.

“Get ready guys,” Wooyoung teased, winking. “I’m gonna win us that ending fairy.”

San could only stand there, face burning, torn between sulking and tackling Wooyoung on the spot.

He was so going to regret agreeing to this. 

San, too excited at the suggestion to see the trap, had agreed, only to get furious when the moment came. So jealous he nearly launched a cup of ice cream across the room when he saw Yunho and Wooyoung getting ready to play — and restarting the Pepero game three times, no less.

San was fuming, his neck flushed bright red, lips curved into a dangerously polite smile while his eyes burned holes through Wooyoung’s shameless grin. Wooyoung’s hand was wrapped so casually around Yunho’s long neck, thumb brushing along that pretty throat, that San nearly pouted on the spot.

And when he watched their lips just barely touch, San was sure he’d combust from sheer rage and jealousy. It should be him kissing Yunho, damn it.

When the cameras finally stopped rolling, San was already sulking like a kicked puppy. Wooyoung, feeling way too pleased with himself, barely had time to smirk before Mingi yanked him away with a grip that promised he’d be paying for every second of that little stunt.

Wooyoung just winked over Mingi’s shoulder at Yunho, all smug and sparkling with mischief. Yunho huffed a tiny laugh before jogging after his own boyfriend, who was speed-walking toward the car with the world’s most dramatic pout.

The ride back was dead silent.

San had jammed his earbuds in, face turned stubbornly toward the window, refusing to so much as breathe in Yunho’s direction. Not even when Yunho poked at his cheeks, tickled at his waist, or whispered baby in the softest voice ever. San refused to budge, determined to stew in his jealousy a little longer.

Meanwhile, Wooyoung was practically being caged in Mingi’s lap, the bigger man’s arms locked around him with zero intention of letting go. Possessive didn’t even begin to describe it — Mingi’s fingers dug into Wooyoung’s hips like he was staking a claim, eyes dark and promising to absolutely destroy him later.

Wooyoung shivered at the thought — yeah, riling them up had been so worth it.

When they finally got home, Yunho barely had time to close the door before San spun on his heel, earbuds still dangling, lips pushed out in a full-blown pout. His cheeks were pink and his eyes glassy, like he was this close to either yelling or bursting into tears.

“You let him kiss you,” San snapped, arms crossed so tightly it was a miracle they didn’t fuse to his chest.

Yunho bit back a grin, stepping closer. “It was a game, baby,” he soothed, reaching to brush his boyfriend’s cheek.

But San wouldn’t have it. He smacked Yunho’s hand away, stomping a foot for emphasis. “I could kiss you better than Wooyoung ever could!” he blurted, voice going all high and trembly like he was genuinely offended by the idea Wooyoung’s lips might compare to his.

Yunho tried to hold in a laugh, but San’s fiery glare only made him melt more. “Of course you could,” he teased, leaning forward until their noses almost touched, “want to prove it?”

San froze, eyes wide, then squirmed in place, cheeks going even redder. “You’re just saying that,” he huffed, looking away dramatically — but Yunho could see his pout wobbling, ready to give in if pushed just a little more.

Meanwhile, in the background, Mingi was practically manhandling Wooyoung upstairs, leaving zero question about what was coming next. Wooyoung threw Yunho a sly wink as he was dragged off, a grin spreading across his face that screamed mission accomplished.

San was still pouting, refusing to meet Yunho’s eyes, his shoulders stiff and arms crossed like a scolded cat. Yunho bit his lip, fighting back a teasing laugh because honestly, sulky San was just too cute for words.

“Come on, angel,” Yunho coaxed, gently tugging San’s sleeve. “Show me, then. Show me how much better you can kiss me.”

San’s nose wrinkled, lips trembling around another pout. “You’re just making fun of me,” he whined, voice soft and wavering.

“Never,” Yunho swore, voice dropping low and warm, “I’d never tease you about that, baby. I know no one kisses me like you do.”

San’s bottom lip wobbled even more, his big eyes darting to Yunho’s before flicking away again. Yunho smoothed a hand along his jaw, thumb stroking the pouty curve of his mouth.

“You wanna prove it to me?” Yunho murmured, leaning even closer, his breath ghosting over San’s lips. “Then kiss me, right now.”

San’s whole face went cherry-red. His pout deepened, but his body leaned forward anyway, torn between pride and wanting Yunho’s praise. Finally, with a frustrated little groan, he surged up, smashing their lips together in a hot, desperate kiss that made Yunho’s knees nearly buckle.

It was messy, a little uncoordinated, but so San — all raw emotion, teeth nipping Yunho’s lower lip, fingers fisting into his hoodie like he’d die if Yunho pulled away.

When they finally broke apart, breathless, Yunho couldn’t help grinning, heart pounding. “See?” he rasped, voice shaking a little, “no one even comes close, baby.”

San’s cheeks were still pink, but a shy smile finally cracked through the sulk, his eyes shining with that sweet, possessive love only he could give.

San was still breathing hard, lips puffy from that desperate kiss, when Yunho scooped him up like he weighed nothing. San squeaked in surprise, his pout dissolving into a gasp as Yunho carried him bridal-style straight toward the bedroom.

“Yunho—!” he tried to protest, but Yunho shut him right up with another deep kiss, barely breaking stride.

“No more sulking,” Yunho growled against his mouth, voice rough with need. “I’m gonna remind you exactly who you belong to, baby. And how you are perfect for me!”

San whimpered, clinging to Yunho’s shoulders, legs squeezing tight around his waist. The moment they hit the bed, Yunho was on him — kissing down his throat, palming his chest, grinding into him until San was trembling and flushed.

His panties were already damp, the soft cotton clinging to him under those lowered joggers, showing off the neat trail of trimmed hair that Yunho loved. San could feel the stickiness spreading, soaking through, and it made him squirm in embarrassment.

Yunho flipped him over smoothly, tugging his joggers the rest of the way off and leaving him in those delicate blue panties that drove him insane every time. Long fingers traced over the wet spot, teasing, before pressing just enough to pull a soft, needy mewl from San’s throat.

San tried to push back on his arms, arching his hips as if begging for more, and Yunho’s eyes darkened at the sight of his slightly puffy lips straining against the fabric, the swollen bud practically peeking through.

When Yunho nudged the panties aside, San was already dripping, folds glistening, clenching down with every shaky breath. Yunho felt his pulse skip as he caught the fresh beads of slick and circled San’s aching clit with slow, deliberate strokes.

San shivered, legs trembling, whimpering into Yunho’s pillow. His shirt had ridden up, leaving him half bare, and the wet, obscene sounds of his own arousal filled the air. Yunho chuckled low, watching San tremble.

“You’re so wet,” Yunho teased, voice husky. “Getting this worked up for me? Look at how your pretty pussy tries to swallow my fingers.”

San gasped as Yunho’s tongue flicked across the swollen bud, then kissed his ass with gentle worship before licking his own fingers, making sure they were slick before plunging them inside.

San’s walls squeezed down so tightly Yunho could barely move, fluttering around every stroke like they wanted to memorize his touch.

“You’re so tight,” Yunho groaned, praising him through heavy breaths. “Always perfect for me… let’s make sure you remember exactly who you belong to, okay, angel?”

San only babbled nonsense, tears starting to gather in the corners of his eyes. Yunho worked him open slow, finger after finger, praising every sweet sound that spilled from his kiss-swollen lips.

And then San’s moans pitched higher, a cry bursting out of him as Yunho’s fingers sped up, coaxing him until he lost control, squirting hard and collapsing into the sheets, thighs quivering and twitching from the aftershocks.

He barely had time to breathe before Yunho lined up behind him, stripped down and ready, thick cock pulsing, and drove in with one long, relentless thrust that made San choke on a sob.

The fit was so deep, San could barely think, his clenching walls hugging every inch. “F-fuck… Yunho… I-I can feel you—ah—in my womb,” he gasped, voice high and cracked.

Yunho let out a ragged groan, feeling the squeeze of that perfect heat around him. “Yeah? Should I fill you up? Let everyone see how cockdrunk you are for me? You’d look so good, stuffed and pregnant, baby.”

San sobbed at the words, crying out when Yunho shifted his hips deeper, grinding to hit every sweet spot.

But Yunho wasn’t even close to finished. He slipped his fingers to San’s tight rim, teasing there until San was shaking, overwhelmed. Then Yunho reached for a familiar purple toy from the drawer, one that always made San scream, coating it with spit before pressing in alongside the fingers, working him open.

San moaned helplessly, tears rolling as his body tried to adjust, both holes fluttering around the stretch, brain reeling from how full he felt.

"Both,” Yunho rasped, voice almost reverent. “I’m going to fill both, baby.”

San could barely answer, a raw sob the only reply, but Yunho didn’t wait — he eased the toy inside, still buried in San’s fluttering pussy, and San practically screamed, clawing at the sheets as he was split wide open.

“Mine,” Yunho growled, bending to kiss away San’s tears. “Every bit of you. Mine.”

San writhed, his voice already broken from how he cried out, Yunho switching between the slow, deep thrusts of his cock and the subtle pressure of the vibrating toy against San’s other entrance.

“Y-Yunho… I’m—close,” San choked out, barely breathing.

Yunho just chuckled, switching the toy on, the buzz sending San over the edge with a strangled scream as he squirted again, soaking the sheets, the wet sound of it echoing through the room.

Yunho’s hips never slowed, pounding deeper, making good on every promise as San went limp, oversensitive and still fluttering, so stuffed he could hardly think.

He felt Yunho tense, voice breaking on a groan as he came, stuffing San full to the brim until it was leaking out around him, marking him in every way.

San barely stayed conscious, dizzy and shaking, knowing he’d be ruined for days — but cared for, loved, and safe in Yunho’s arms.

San’s face stayed buried in the pillow, cheeks streaked with tears, his shoulders hiccuping as he tried to catch his breath. He could feel Yunho’s cum still leaking slowly from his overstretched, reddened pussy the moment Yunho finally pulled out, a helpless, soft whimper escaping his lips at the emptiness.

His thighs were already sore, muscles trembling, but Yunho wasn’t finished. He lifted San’s hips up again, gentle but possessive, holding him wide open and staring in awe at the way his gaping pussy fluttered around nothing, clenching desperately while more cum dripped out.

The toy still hummed steadily inside his ass, Yunho purposefully leaving it in place, vibrating just enough to keep San from relaxing. San let out a strangled sob, drooling onto the sheets, so far gone he barely registered Yunho’s low chuckle behind him.

Then Yunho leaned in, tongue darting out to catch the slick trails before licking deeper, savoring the mix of their tastes. San wailed, overstimulated and trembling, his tongue lolling out as tears spilled and his eyes rolled back from the pleasure.

Yunho smirked against his skin, voice warm but dark. “You taste so sweet, baby. I’m not done with you yet.”

Before San could even react, Yunho flipped him onto his back, handling him like a ragdoll, ignoring how San’s legs trembled and twitched. He hooked San’s knees over his strong forearms, folding him completely in half, spreading him so wide there was no escape.

San’s eyes went hazy, lips parted in a dazed moan, overwhelmed by the new position.

Yunho lined up again, still impossibly hard, and drove in with one brutal, perfect thrust, bottoming out so deep San nearly screamed.

“F-fuck, Yunho—!” he choked, voice already cracking, toes curling and back arching from the pressure.

Yunho’s grin was pure sin, sweat dripping down his neck as he started a relentless pace, pounding San into the mattress until the bedframe creaked in protest.

“Look at you,” Yunho rasped, breath ragged, eyes locked on San’s tearful, blissed-out face. “Gonna break you, baby — make sure you can’t walk tomorrow. Gonna keep you stuffed until you remember who owns this pretty pussy.”

San could only sob, nodding, a desperate noise leaving his throat. The toy still vibrated deep in his ass, buzzing against every nerve, forcing his pussy to squeeze Yunho’s cock even tighter.

Yunho moaned, losing control, rutting into him with harder, deeper thrusts, each stroke hitting so deep San could barely breathe.

“Too much, Yunho, I-I can’t—” San sobbed, voice nearly gone, but Yunho only laughed softly, leaning down to kiss away his tears.

“You can,” Yunho promised, voice thick with love and lust. “You’re so good for me, angel. Always so good.”

He shifted his angle, hitting just right, sending sparks exploding through San’s entire body until he was screaming, clinging to Yunho’s shoulders with limp fingers.

Yunho felt him tighten, shaking on the edge. “Cum for me, baby. I wanna feel you milk me dry.”

San practically convulsed, squirting again, a high-pitched cry breaking from his throat as the pleasure overloaded him. Yunho groaned, feeling him clamp down, impossibly tight, and kept fucking him through it, hips snapping faster, chasing his own high.

San’s vision went white, his whole body boneless, eyes rolling back, brain gone. Yunho slammed in one last time, cumming deep, stuffing him to the brim with a ragged moan that made San clench one more time.

By the time Yunho pulled out, San was shaking, drooling, barely able to move, the toy still gently humming in place as cum slowly spilled from his raw, overstretched pussy.

Yunho stroked his thigh, eyes soft, a gentle smile breaking through the haze.

“You’re so good for me, Sannie,” he whispered, brushing hair from San’s sweaty forehead. “You did so, so good.”

San could barely think, blinking through the haze while Yunho gently wiped away his tears and smoothed a comforting hand over his shaky thigh. His whole body felt boneless, limp and raw, so overstimulated he thought he might pass out.

But Yunho wasn’t satisfied — not yet. His gaze was still dark, burning with too much pent-up energy to be finished. He gathered San close, shifting him until San was straddled on top of him, letting his spent, pliant body settle against Yunho’s chest.

“Just one more, baby,” Yunho murmured, voice warm and soft but edged with a dangerous hunger. “One more, okay? You can do it.”

San whimpered, brain so scrambled he could barely form words, but still nodded, trusting him completely.

Yunho gripped his hips and aligned them, guiding San’s ruined, puffy pussy back down over his cock. San cried out, body jolting as Yunho’s length speared him open again, the stretch raw and overwhelming.

Before he could adjust, Yunho’s hips snapped up, burying himself deep in one sharp thrust that made San’s head fall back, a choked, broken moan spilling from his lips.

Yunho’s hands were steady on his hips, controlling every movement, bouncing San up and down while his own powerful thrusts pounded up into him from below.

San was a mess — tears streaking his flushed cheeks, mouth open in a silent cry, body shaking with every harsh slam of Yunho’s hips. Yunho couldn’t look away, worshipping the sight of San falling apart again and again, raw and so beautifully vulnerable.

“Look at you, sweetheart,” Yunho growled, voice husky with awe. “Fucked so good you can’t even move on your own… so perfect for me.”

San babbled out something incoherent, gripping Yunho’s shoulders desperately as Yunho kept him pinned, using him like his own personal toy, snapping his hips up over and over, forcing San to take every inch.

San’s thighs quivered, overstimulated beyond reason, but the pleasure was blinding — Yunho’s cock filling him perfectly, hitting every swollen, sensitive spot, the toy still buzzing gently in his ass, adding to the dizzying heat.

“C’mon, baby,” Yunho coaxed, voice so low and rough it made San clench even tighter. “Cum for me again. One more time.”

San’s whole body jolted, the command pushing him right over the edge, screaming as he squirted, soaking Yunho’s lower stomach and the sheets yet again, his walls pulsing wildly around Yunho’s cock.

Yunho groaned, snapping his hips up one last time, burying himself to the hilt and filling San until he was overflowing, warm cum leaking out even as Yunho held him close, soothing his hair with gentle hands.

San collapsed forward, boneless, cheeks still wet with tears, whimpering into Yunho’s chest. Yunho wrapped him up protectively, heart hammering, pressing soft kisses into San’s sweaty hair.

“You did so good for me, angel,” he whispered, voice full of pure love. “So, so good.”

San was trembling, completely boneless as he lay sprawled over Yunho’s chest, tears drying on his cheeks, his breath coming in soft little hiccups. His body felt heavy, worn out in the best and most overwhelming way, every inch of him still tingling from the intensity of what just happened.

Yunho cradled him close, hands stroking gently down his back, voice soft and steady in his ear.

“You did so good, angel,” he murmured, kissing San’s temple, then his damp forehead. “So beautiful… I’m so proud of you.”

San could only whimper, eyes fluttering closed, feeling safe and warm in Yunho’s arms.

Yunho lay there for a long moment, just holding him, letting San come down gently. Then he shifted, carefully sliding out, earning the softest whine from San at the emptiness.

“I know, baby, I know,” Yunho soothed, brushing the hair from San’s flushed face. “Let’s clean you up, yeah? You’ve been so good for me.”

With all the tenderness in the world, Yunho lifted San into his arms like he weighed nothing at all, carrying him straight to the bathroom. He ran warm water in the tub, adding a little of the lavender soak he knew San liked, the smell filling the air as the steam rose.

He set San down on the edge, kissing his shoulder before gently helping him out of the rumpled clothes still clinging to him.

The bath felt like heaven. Yunho eased San into it, watching the way his body relaxed the second the water hit sore muscles. He knelt beside the tub, washing him slowly — gentle fingers in his hair, soft cloth down his arms, his thighs, his trembling hips.

Every so often, Yunho would pause to press a kiss somewhere: San’s knee, his wrist, the top of his head.

“You’re perfect,” Yunho whispered. “You’re everything.”

When San was clean and loose-limbed, Yunho helped him out, wrapping him in the fluffiest towel they owned, drying him off with care. He carried him back to bed, dressing him in one of his oversized shirts — it smelled like Yunho, and San immediately snuggled into it, eyes half-lidded and content.

Yunho settled him against the pillows, tucking the blanket around him, before disappearing briefly to bring water and snacks — a bottle of cold water pressed gently to San’s lips, his favorite soft biscuits on a plate nearby.

San sipped and nibbled sleepily, Yunho watching him like he hung the moon, brushing his hair back again and again.

Then Yunho slid into bed behind him, wrapping himself around San’s smaller frame, kissing the top of his head.

“Sleep, baby. I’ve got you.”

And San drifted off, heart full, body sore in all the best ways, safe in the arms of the man who adored him.

The morning light was barely peeking through the curtains when San shifted under the warm blankets, a soft ache reminding him of the night before. His whole body felt deliciously heavy, soreness settled between his thighs, every move making him whimper just a bit.

He tried to roll over, but Yunho was already awake, big arms wrapping around him from behind, pulling San snug against his chest.

“Good morning, angel,” Yunho rasped, voice still sleep-rough and impossibly tender.

San melted into the embrace, burying his face in the pillow with a shy smile. “Morning…” he whispered, voice small and a little wrecked from all the crying and moaning last night.

Yunho nuzzled into his hair, kissing the side of his neck lazily, one hand smoothing down his waist to rest on San’s soft lower belly. “How do you feel?”

San let out a shy whine, wiggling. “Sore,” he admitted, cheeks flushing.

Yunho chuckled, low and dark, hips pressing closer from behind. San could feel the unmistakable shape of Yunho’s morning wood, thick and hot against his backside, and he shivered at the contact.

“I can help with that,” Yunho murmured, pressing a sleepy, loving kiss to San’s shoulder. “Nice and slow… I’ll massage you from the inside.”

San whimpered, body instantly warm, walls fluttering at the thought even though he was still so sensitive. But there was no fear — only that steady, soft trust he had with Yunho.

Yunho guided San’s thigh up, hooking it gently over his own leg, opening him up just enough. He teased between San’s puffy folds with slow, careful fingers, feeling the lingering tenderness.

“Still so pretty,” Yunho praised, voice full of awe. “Still perfect.”

San keened at the praise, cheeks red, hips rolling into Yunho’s hand.

Yunho took his time, lining up, pressing in with one long, gentle thrust, burying himself deep until San was gasping, clutching at the pillow. The soreness flared, but the slow stretch felt good, so full, so safe.

Yunho stilled, kissing behind San’s ear. “Tell me if it hurts too much, okay?”

San shook his head quickly, voice trembling. “No… just… slow. Please.”

Yunho obeyed, rocking into him with the gentlest rhythm, deep and steady, every movement massaging the oversensitive walls in the sweetest way. San could feel every ridge, every pulse, Yunho’s cock moving against sore, swollen spots with so much care it made him dizzy.

He moaned softly, a sleepy, blissed-out sound, letting Yunho take the lead completely.

“That’s it,” Yunho whispered, praising him with every slow thrust. “So good for me, baby. Let me take care of you.”

San’s body relaxed into the pace, the soreness melting into a dreamy, slow-burning pleasure, Yunho’s warmth all around him, his strong arms locked protectively across his waist.

Their breaths synced, the whole moment tender and gentle, Yunho holding him close like he was precious, pressing tiny kisses into his hair, his cheek, anywhere he could reach.

San felt the tension slip away with every deep grind, the soreness easing, his mind going fuzzy from the sweet fullness.

“I love you,” Yunho breathed, voice breaking with honesty. “So, so much.”

San’s eyes fluttered, tears gathering again as he nodded, completely undone in the best way. “Love you too…”

Yunho rocked them through the final gentle high, coaxing San into a soft, fluttery orgasm, helping him ride it out until he went limp in his arms, blissfully spent and safe.

He held San after, not pulling out, just letting them breathe together, tangled and warm.

“You did amazing,” Yunho murmured, brushing a kiss across San’s forehead.

San gave a sleepy giggle, wiggling a little as his muscles twitched. “Mm… you’re a menace.”

Yunho only grinned, pulling him closer, voice soft and teasing. “Yeah, but I’m your menace.”

By the time San had managed to shower again, hair damp and cheeks pink, Yunho was helping him downstairs, one strong arm around his waist. San was still tender, moving gingerly, earning a thousand tiny apologies and kisses from Yunho along the way — even if Yunho was clearly smug about why San could barely walk.

They had just settled onto the couch, San cuddled up under a blanket, when the front door swung open.

Wooyoung practically hobbled inside, dressed in comfy sweats but walking like his knees were about to give out. His hair was a mess, bite marks scattered along his throat, and he carried a goofy, dreamy grin.

Behind him, Mingi strolled in, all easy confidence and quiet pride, helping steady Wooyoung with a hand on the small of his back.

San’s eyes widened as Wooyoung caught sight of him, then broke into a mischievous grin.

“Yahhh, San-ah!” Wooyoung crowed, voice still rough from overuse. “Looks like you can barely sit down too, huh?”

San rolled his eyes, covering his warm face with one hand, while Yunho just smirked proudly, wrapping a possessive arm around San’s waist.

Mingi couldn’t help a low chuckle, eyes twinkling as he squeezed Wooyoung’s hip. “He was asking for it,” he said, like it was the most casual thing in the world.

San glared playfully at Wooyoung. “You’re the one who started this, you absolute menace.”

Wooyoung laughed, limping over to collapse next to him, wincing dramatically as he sat. “Worth it!” he declared, throwing a smug thumbs-up to Yunho and Mingi, who shared a knowing, satisfied look that made San’s cheeks go even redder.

“I hate you,” San muttered to Wooyoung, but there was no heat behind it — just resigned affection.

Wooyoung grinned wider, leaning in to bump shoulders with him. “Love you too, bestie.”

Their boyfriends shared a victorious grin, looking like the absolute kings of chaos, arms crossed and so damn proud of their totally destroyed partners.

San sighed, letting his head fall back on the cushion, already plotting revenge for the next time Wooyoung opened his big mouth. But for now, he let himself relax, snuggled up with Yunho, while Wooyoung did the same against Mingi’s chest.

Even if they were sore and a little broken, there was nowhere else they’d rather be.