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Assistant: Title: Haebang
        Author: bulletTears bulletTears 
        Chapter: 15/22 
        Summary: “Am… Am I the only customer here?” Chan asks hesitantly. That can’t be good news.“Of course!” Seungmin says calmly. “Given the nature of the retreat, we only take on one client at a time, so don’t worry. Your stay will be completely discreet.”“The… nature of the retreat? What do you mean by that?” Chan asks, clueless.“Well, since it is a sexual liberation program, we—” Seungmin stops when Chan chokes on his own saliva, doubling over to cough violently. Chan straightens back up, wiping his wet eyes, too shocked to be embarrassed.“A what program?” He exclaims. “I’m sorry, my friend told me this was a spa retreat!”
        Contents: Chapter 15: The Plan, Part Four (Everyone)
    

    


      
        
          IT'S HEREEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! This was so difficult for me to write, since it's, like, almost all plot, and I'm far better at writing sm@t. That said, I think this chapter's great (if I do say so myself). I hope you like it!
            
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    Chan is quick but careful as he edits together the audio files, painfully aware of the time-crunch he’s under. He wants the clips to come together cohesively, but the last thing he wants to do is over-edit to the point of misrepresenting them. It’s not an easy process, least of all because listening to the clips makes Chan’s stomach flutter so hard he feels like he might throw up a kaleidoscope of butterflies.He’s been on edge all day today, for obvious reasons, taut like a live wire. A colourful mixture of nervousness and anticipation, excitement and anxiety, swirls inside him like paint being mixed. Chan can hardly differentiate one feeling from the other as he listens to the clips—he can’t help but imagine that one day they’ll talk about him this way, even though his future with the group is still hanging in the balance.Right as he’s wrapping up the editing, Chan’s phone rings, startling him. He picks up the call with a shaking hand, the other pressed to his chest as if that could slow down the beating of his heart.“Hello,” he says shakily.“What’s wrong?” It’s Sana, and, as always, she knows something’s up just from the sound of Chan’s voice.“Uh, nothing,” Chan says with a forced chuckle, “I was working on something and I got startled by the phone.”“Cut the cr@p,” Sana says, “did it only take you a week to forget that I know you better than yourself? Something’s up. Spill.”Oh, how Chan has missed his best friend. He almost laughs out loud at how easily she sees through him, but his mirth is tempered by a worry that nags at the back of his mind. It’s about what Sana said the last time they spoke, five long days ago.“Be careful,” she had said. “I know how it ends. Don’t get involved.”It’s not that Chan is afraid that it’ll go badly between himself and the boys—or, well, it is a little bit of that, but that’s not the main issue. It’s more the fact that Sana seemed so wary about them in the first place. She’s his best friend, by far the most important person in his life; if he’s going to date someone, Sana has to like them.“Um,” Chan says, not sure how to contain the entirety of what has happened over the past couple of days in one phone call. “I have a question. About the guys who work here.” Sana hums.“You do?” She says. “Well, I don’t know them that well, but ask away. I might know the answer.”“Oh, no,” Chan says, “it’s not that kind of question. I actually—I wanted to ask, uh, what you think of them. Like, personally.”There’s a beat of silence, whatever film or series Sana is watching crackling quietly down the line.“Chan,” she sighs, and just like that, Chan knows that she’s already worked out why he’s asking. “Oh, Chan,” she says, “my poor Channie. What have you got yourself into?” Chan can feel himself flushing with an uncomfortable mixture of shame and indignation.“I—they—it’s not like that,” he stutters, feeling the need to justify himself. “I—I know what you’re thinking, and it’s…” He sighs. How can he explain to Sana that they really, actually (probably, hopefully) like him, that he’s not just some sleaze overstepping the boundary between client and professional?“Chan,” Sana says, her voice hardening. “There’s no easy way to say this, but I have to say it because I love you. You probably won’t ever see them again. Let go of this—this fantasy. The more you let yourself believe that they like you, the harder it’ll—”“They do like me,” Chan blurts, cringing as soon as the words leave his mouth. He knows what he sounds like, knows that he sounds pathetic, and deluded, and desperate.“They don’t like you like that,” Sana says firmly. “They don’t.”“Well—well what if they said they do?” Chan retaliates, feeling like a child trying to argue their way out of trouble. Sana goes silent.“They did?” She asks quietly, after a moment.“Well, uh,” Chan says, feeling his own argument crumble as he says it. “Some of them did.”“And the others?” Sana presses.It’s a fair point. Chan bites his tongue, hit by another wave of fear that he actually will be rejected by the others. And that’s what it is—fear. The thought has Chan terrified, his veins turning to ice in an instant. He’s in deep, so very deep that if this doesn’t pan out, it honestly feels like he might never recover.But that’s exactly why he has to push past the fear. You miss all of the shots you don’t take, or so they say… and Chan knows that if he doesn’t take this shot, he will regret it for the rest of his life.“Um,” he says, pausing to gather conviction for what he’s going to say next. “I know—I know it sounds ridiculous, and deluded, and—and stupid, but… but can you just let me do this? I don’t know how it’ll pan out, but… if it works out, it’ll be something really beautiful.” Sana is silent on the other end of the line, and Chan runs his hand through his hair, shifting the phone to his other ear. “And—and if it doesn’t work out, you can mock me; you can tell me ‘I told you so’; you don’t have to look after me or—”“Chan,” Sana cuts him off, sounding almost offended. “Of course I’d look after you… even if you hurt yourself by ignoring my advice, like the silly, silly boy you are.” She huffs a laugh. “I’ll always look after you. I’m your noona, aren’t I?” It’s not the most direct of approvals, but it’s as close as Chan could ever hope to get, when it comes to Sana.“Yeah,” Chan says, a sigh of relief. “So… What do you think of them? Do you… like them?” He asks tentatively. Sana hums in thought.“Well,” she says slowly, “like I said, I don’t know them that well. And I don’t think I could get to know them if I tried—they keep themselves to themselves, for the most part. They can be a little brusque—well, brusque is a polite way of putting it. They’re almost notorious for getting in arguments at industry events.” Chan gulps. It’s not looking good. “But,” Sana says, dragging it out, a long, tense pause… “I like that about them.”“Oh, thank God,” Chan breathes, and Sana laughs down the line.“You were that worried?” She chuckles. “You must really like them, huh.”“I do,” he says, his voice soft, fragile. “God help me, noona, I do. I like them so much. But it—it wasn’t so much that I was worried because I like them, rather I was worried because I love you. I’d drop them in a heartbeat if you didn’t like them… Surely you know that by now.”There’s a beat of silence.“I do,” Sana says quietly, “and, for the record, I’d do the same for you. I love you so much, Channie.”The silence turns a little awkward after a moment, neither of them used to expressing their emotions to each other like this. There’s something about depending on each other for so long that somehow makes it even harder to say out loud. Chan clears his throat.“Uh, so you do like them, then?” He asks, diverting the attention away from the two of them.“I do,” Sana confirms, just the slightest edge of relief in her voice at the subject change. “They’re kind, which means a lot in this industry. I like that they’re so tight-knit, that they look after each other the way they do—from what I hear, any fights they get in are only them defending their own. They’re like a real little family, and I… I’d like that for you.”“Thanks,” is all Chan can say. He’s getting emotional, his voice brittle. How embarrassing.“Anytime,” Sana says, uncharacteristically heartfelt. “Now, stop being f@ck@ng mushy and go get your boys,” she jokes, and Chan laughs.“I’ll try my best,” he says, then pauses. “F@ck, Sana, I’m terrified,” he says bluntly.“You should be,” she replies lightly, and Chan lets out a giggle despite himself. “You know,” Sana says, “in all the years I’ve known you, this is by far the bravest thing you’ve ever done.”“Oh,” Chan says. “I guess it is.” Sana hums.“I suppose these guys bring out the best in you,” she says, and Chan grins.“I suppose they do.” — Chan feels surprisingly calm as he carries his laptop down the hallway to Hyunjin’s room. He hovers outside the door, steeling himself for just a moment before he knocks.“Come in!” Hyunjin calls out easily.Chan says a quick prayer, and pushes the door open.“Channie!” Hyunjin cries when he spots him, and Chan’s heart stutters in his chest.“Hyunjinnie,” he replies, letting a smile spread across his face. “I have something to show you,” he says, forcing the words out before he can lose his nerve.“Oh?” Hyunjin says, setting his book down to peer at the laptop tucked under Chan’s arm, his eyes filled with curiosity. “What is it?”“A surprise,” Chan says, a carefully planned response delivered with a smile.“Ooh, I love surprises,” Hyunjin says, “show me, I can’t wait!”Chan smiles at him, trying to keep his hands steady as he places his laptop on the desk and opens the lid. He beckons Hyunjin over, wordless because God knows his voice will betray him if he speaks.Hyunjin shuffles off the bed and positively bounds over, eyeing the laptop with anticipation. Chan gulps as he holds out the headphones, and Hyunjin thanks him under his breath as he takes them, putting them in his ears as he sits down.“You can sit,” Hyunjin says, gesturing to the side table that’s a scant foot away from the desk. “Just move the—yeah, that.”Chan picks up the book carefully, placing it on the bed. It’s a poetry book—something flowery and romantic-looking. Chan might think that it suited Hyunjin perfectly, if he weren’t far too preoccupied worrying. Once Chan is perched precariously on the edge of the side table, he looks up, and Hyunjin is looking at him expectantly.There’s nothing left to do but lean forward and press ‘play’.Immediately, Chan wishes he hadn’t given Hyunjin the headphones. The silence in the room suffocates him, the only sound being the hollow echo of Chan’s own mind, reciting the words he’s learned almost by heart over the hour he spent editing. That being said, the headphones are a necessity—the contents of the recording are so raw that Chan would be wracked with guilt if he didn’t afford Hyunjin what privacy he could.“There’s just something special about him, you know?” The recordings start with Felix’s words from the studio. Between the poor-quality microphone and the fact that Chan was half-hiding his phone the whole time, it’s obvious that they’re candid recordings. “From the moment I met him,” Felix had said, “I was addicted to him—to his personality. To the way he shines.”Hyunjin is still looking at Chan, that inquisitive, curious look on his face.“Who’s he talking about?” He says, but Chan shushes him, pointing at the screen.“It was love at first sight, I think,” Jisung had said next. Chan’s eyes track along with the playback cursor, the words playing as clearly in his mind as they are through Hyunjin’s headphones. “Well, more like love at first word,” Jisung continued. This is it, Chan thinks. “Hyunjin is gorgeous, but it’s his mind that makes him incredible.”The moment his name is mentioned, Hyunjin’s jaw drops, his eyes widening with the realisation.“What is this?” He asks, but Chan just shakes his head, gesturing for Hyunjin to listen. His heart is pounding, mouth dry, as his eyes scan over Hyunjin’s face for any clue as to how he’s taking this. As of yet, his expression is unreadable.“He’s a genius,” Changbin had said, “he really is. The way he thinks, the way he sees the world, is such an inspiration to me. I think I could just sit and listen to him talk forever. And his art—”“His art,” Felix had interrupted, the smile evident in his voice. “Just when I thought I couldn’t want him any more, I found out he’s an artist. God, he’s just—we’re so lucky to have him.”Chan made the conscious decision to cut his reply. ‘You are,’ he had said, and it was true. They are lucky. Chan thinks they must be the luckiest people alive, to have found each other. He envies them as much as he’s glad they’re all together.Hyunjin still looks shocked, above all else, and Chan’s anxiety is mounting. He doesn’t know what he’ll do with himself if Hyunjin doesn’t see where he’s coming from. He has a sudden, awful vision of Hyunjin ripping out the headphones and throwing them down, storming out of the room. He gulps.“It’s like…” Jeongin comes next, soft and halting and unsure of himself. “It’s like he has the Midas touch. Everything he touches turns to gold. Or rather, it turns to art. I think…”Suddenly, Hyunjin’s eyes are shining just a touch brighter than normal, tears gathering at the edges, and something unties in Chan’s chest. He can’t be sure yet, but Hyunjin is still here, and he’s feeling something, which can’t be a bad sign… can it?“I think he’s turned our lives to art,” Jeongin had continued. “I know it sounds silly and—and of course we were happy before, but it’s like… it’s like he’s brought a whole new dimension of light and colour to our lives.”“That’s lovely,” Chan had said.“Hyunjin’s lovely,” Jeongin had replied easily.Finally—finally—Chan spots the barest hint of a smile tugging at the edge of Hyunjin’s lips, right as the first tear spills over, running a trail of mascara through his carefully-applied makeup. His eyes are still fixed on the screen. Chan’s eyes are still fixed on him.“He’s incredible,” Seungmin had said. “I mean, you know that already, but I’ve known it for years now and he still amazes me, every day of my life.”Hyunjin takes a quick, shaky breath, pressing his hand to his mouth. He looks over at Chan, then, eyes wide and wet, and Chan can only offer a small smile, hoping beyond hope that Hyunjin is starting to see just how much he means to them all.“He brings me so much happiness,” Seungmin had said, a light, incredulous chuckle in his voice, like he couldn’t comprehend or contain the breadth of his own feelings. “Just—boundless joy. Complete bliss. A happiness I never even believed existed. He gives me that, just by existing, and that’s not something I could ever repay.”A single, broken sob breaks the silence, and Chan has to fight hard to hold back, to give Hyunjin his space. Really, all Chan wants to do is swoop in and wrap him in a crushing hug, but he knows that he needs to stay out of this—right now, their relationship is none of Chan’s business.“So all I can do,” Seungmin had said, “is try to give him everything—all my love, all my affection, all my respect, all my care—and hope that somehow that’s enough for him.”Chan holds his breath, then, knowing what comes next. In the near-silence of the room, he actually sees the moment Minho begins to speak, Hyunjin’s watery eyes widening, gaze darting over to Chan in surprise.“Hi, Hyunjinnie,” Minho had said, voice soft and clear, close to the mic. “I don’t know what’s going on—Channie wouldn’t tell me—but it seems like you need a reminder of how special you are.” The words had seared themselves into Chan’s brain the moment he first heard them, the brand only burning deeper each new time he listened to the clip. “Do you know,” Minho had said, “how much I admire you?”“Chan,” Hyunjin says, his voice wobbly as he looks back to the screen. Don’t say my name, Chan wants to say, say his. Listen to him. Hear how much he adores you. It’s him you should be calling out for. Instead, he stays silent, watching Hyunjin take in the praise.“You create beauty everywhere you go,” Minho had said. “Immeasurable, incandescent beauty, in your art, and in your words, and in your actions. You are nothing short of remarkable, my love. How hard you’ve worked to be so good, I can barely comprehend. I spend all of my days watching you, hoping that one day I might learn to be even a fraction of the man you are.”Hyunjin is still frozen in place, staring at the screen as if there’s anything to see, as if Minho will suddenly pop right out of the display. His breathing is quick and wet, out-of-rhythm like he’s fighting tears again. Chan certainly would be, if he were in Hyunjin’s place.“Do you know,” Minho had continued, “how much I need you?” He had taken a short, sharp breath, then, as if it physically hurt him to think about. “Sometimes, when I’m away, or when you’re away, I see flowers, and suddenly I crave you so badly I don’t know what to do with myself.”Hyunjin makes a choked sound, a little half-cough, pressing his hand to his mouth, eyes welling with tears once again. Chan places a hand on his back, rubbing soothing circles on his shoulder-blade, watching the cursor work its way along the soundwaves.“Even when I have you,” Minho had said, words soft in their honesty, “it feels like it’s not enough. I would fall to my knees and beg you to give me more of yourself, if I thought it could ever quench my thirst, and if you hadn’t already given me everything I could ever dream of.”Chan can see the way the words spear into Hyunjin, crooking his posture like he’s been punched in the stomach. When Chan had first heard them, even though they weren’t meant for him, they had wrenched and twisted his insides until he was gasping—he can only imagine how much more acute it must be for Hyunjin.“Do you know how much I would do for you?” Minho had said. “Sometimes, I fear there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to make you happy.” He had paused, then, as if steeling himself to speak out loud the depth of his love. “I swear to you, there’s no sin I wouldn’t commit for you, Hwang Hyunjin. I’d burn myself alive, do you know that?” The words had knocked the breath out of Chan, then, and they do the same to Hyunjin now.“Oh, God,” he croaks, burying his face in his hands. “Chan, this—” he breaks off, halfway to a sob, and Chan squeezes his shoulder comfortingly. Hyunjin looks over at him, eyes wide and wet, like he can’t believe what he’s hearing. The fact that he’s surprised by it is a travesty, Chan thinks.“Do you know how much I love you?” Minho had said quietly, looking at nothing as he spoke into Chan’s phone. “I know you, Hyunjin, inside and out, and there is not one part of you that I don’t love so hard it hurts. I love you,” he had said, “I love you. I can’t help it—I am bound to love you until the day I die.”They are both silent and unmoving, Hyunjin listening while Chan remembers.“I love every last beautiful part of you so much that it could kill me,” Minho had said. “And the ugly parts, the parts of you that scare me—I love them even harder. So do what you will—haunt me, and hurt me, deceive me, desert me; if you broke my heart now, I fear I’d only love you more. There is nothing,” he had said, voice low and serious, “nothing you could do to stop me from loving you.”The recording ends there, and a moment of silence stretches out between them. Then, out of nowhere, Hyunjin laughs wetly, a tiny little giggle. Chan shoots him a confused look.“It’s just,” he says, “Minho said ‘haunt me, and hurt me, deceive me, desert me’.” He says the words in English, which only confuses Chan more. “They’re lyrics,” Hyunjin explains, “from an old song from an old musical, which I think I only ever said I liked once, when we first met.”“Oh,” Chan breathes, the meaning of it hitting him right in the chest.“Yeah,” Hyunjin says, a tear escaping his eye, running down his smiling cheek. “He must have looked it up, and—and I suppose, remembered it.”“Do you see, now?” Chan prompts, wiping the tear with his thumb, even as countless more run to take its place. “Do you see how much they love you?”Hyunjin nods, too choked up to speak, and Chan beams, pushing Hyunjin’s hair out of his face to press a triumphant kiss to his forehead. At that, Hyunjin begins to cry in earnest, heaving great sobs as Chan pulls him into a hug, stroking his hair soothingly.“When—when did you even d-do all this?” Hyunjin asks, sniffing wetly, shaking his head like he can’t make sense of it. “Why did you do it?”Because I love you, Chan thinks.“Because you deserve to be happy,” he says. It’s part of the truth, at least.Hyunjin stares at Chan, eyes brimming with emotion.“I… I am,” he says, his smile returning. “I’m so happy. I’m so, so—” He sniffs, swearing under his breath as he starts to cry all over again. Chan just laughs. “Chan,” Hyunjin says, shaking his head. “Thank you. Thank you so much. I don’t even know how to tell you how good you’ve been to me.”“It’s nothing,” Chan says. “Nothing more than you deserve, anyway.”“No, I mean it,” Hyunjin says, “you might be the kindest person I’ve ever known.”“I—I’m sure I’m not,” Chan stammers, flushing under the heartfelt praise.“Just take the g@dd@mn compliment!” Hyunjin giggles through his tears. “For one day, for me, can you take a step back and see how wonderful you are?” Chan makes a strangled noise. If there’s one thing he’s terrible at, it’s being nice about himself. But…“If it’s for you,” he sighs, “I’ll try.”Hyunjin beams, and then suddenly, he’s on Chan’s lap, palms flat against his chest.“Good,” he says. “Because it’s true. You’re wonderful,” he plants a kiss on Chan’s forehead, “and beautiful,” he pecks the tip of Chan’s nose, making him giggle despite his bashfulness, “and perfect,” Hyunjin finishes before capturing Chan’s lips in a sweet kiss.Kissing Hyunjin is always lovely, always a beautiful game of give-and-take, but the best part about today is that Chan can feel him smiling, his lips curving against Chan’s. It makes Chan’s heart flutter with adoration, and with anticipation for the future.When Hyunjin eventually pulls away, his mouth is shiny and ever-so-slightly swollen, breathing laboured.“And,” he purrs, siren eyes narrowing dangerously, “you’re s@xy as hell.”“I am?” Chan breathes, kissing Hyunjin again, breathing hot into his mouth.“You are,” Hyunjin nods, smiling wickedly as he rolls his hips down, grinding their c@cks together. “Let’s skip lunch,” he says. “I wanna—wanna suck you off, and I’ll—ah—and I’ll let you f@ck me, however you want, I wanna make you feel good, Channie—”“Wait,” Chan says, halfway to a moan, “wait, wait.”“What?” Hyunjin tries to pout, but he’s still smiling so hard that he just ends up looking silly. Chan grins.“I want you,” he says, “so much, bu—”“Then what are you waiting for?” Hyunjin interrupts, arms winding around the back of Chan’s neck, smiling so pretty that Chan almost gives in.“But,” he says, turning his head right before Hyunjin’s lips meet his. Hyunjin ends up mushing his mouth against Chan’s cheek, which he grumbles about, before seeing the smudge of lipgloss and dissolving into delighted giggles again. Chan smiles warmly. “But, I have plans for today,” he says. “They can’t wait. Not even for you.” He boops Hyunjin on the nose, and Hyunjin frowns.“Plans for… today?” He says hesitantly, stilling. Then, his eyes widen, and he moves to get up off Chan’s lap. “Who—I… I’m sorry, I didn’t realise there was someone else you wanted to see, I can—”“No!” Chan interjects, seeing the way Hyunjin’s ears redden with shame, and Chan grabs his hands to pull him back down onto his lap. “No, it’s not that, not at all.” He bites his lip as he rubs soothing circles into Hyunjin’s lower back, unsure of how to explain himself without giving it all away.“Then what is it?” Hyunjin says, still on the defensive.“Uh,” Chan says, grasping for an alibi. “Surely you want to talk to the guys now…?” Hyunjin rolls his eyes.“I have forever to talk to them,” he says, shrugging. “I only have today with you, now gimme—” He grabs at Chan’s belt, and Chan’s c@ck twitches in interest, but he sticks to his guns, catching Hyunjin’s wrists in his hands to pull them away.“Um,” he says, strained, “there’s also something else I need to do.”“Well what is it?” Hyunjin says, that edge of vulnerability creeping back into his voice.“I can’t—” Chan stammers, “I mean, it’s not really something I can—”“You know,” Hyunjin blows his fringe out of his face, walls coming back up as he pulls his hands free from Chan’s, “if you’d prefer to see someone else, you can just say. I won’t mind.” He shrugs a shoulder, the picture of nonchalance, not a single crack in his façade, and Chan’s heart aches.“Hyunjin,” he says, then sighs. Slowly, telegraphing his every move like Hyunjin is a skittish animal, Chan winds his arms around Hyunjin’s waist, pulling him into a tight hug, the side of Chan’s head against his chest.A moment passes in silence, but Chan doesn’t loosen his hold—he can’t afford to hesitate, not when it comes to Hyunjin.“What?” Hyunjin says, his voice small. “What are you—what’s going on?”“Today’s my last day,” Chan says. Hyunjin fidgets.“I—I know,” he says, sounding utterly miserable. Chan sighs.“Jinnie,” he says, biting his lip to stifle his smile as he pulls back to look Hyunjin in the eye. “I’m going to talk to everyone at lunch. Everyone, together.”“Oh?” Hyunjin mumbles, still looking confused. “What about?”Chan pauses. He sighs, figures the cat’s been out of the bag for long enough that it doesn’t matter anymore.“About us,” he says softly, taking Hyunjin’s hands in his.Hyunjin blinks.“Us?”“All of us,” Chan clarifies. “I thought I should—”“Oh my God!” Hyunjin exclaims, a smile taking over his face, bright as the sun. “Chan! Oh my God! You’re really—I mean, you really—you’re gonna—you like us?” He takes Chan’s face in his hands, beaming down at him.“It was meant to be a surprise,” Chan sighs, a smile in his voice.“F@ck surprises,” Hyunjin says, and Chan laughs, remembering how much Hyunjin loved surprises half an hour ago. “Just give me a sec,” he says, springing to his feet—grinding on Chan forgotten—to dash over to his vanity, leaning in towards the mirror to dab at his makeup.Chan watches him, achingly fond. He’s so beautiful when he’s happy.“Well what are you waiting for?” Hyunjin says, bounding over to the door and throwing it wide open. “Let’s go!” — At lunch, the table is laid traditionally, bowls of rice and of soup in front of each seat, and in the centre of the table, a whole roasted fish smothered with a rich, dark sauce which smells strongly of soy and sesame. There are dozens of side dishes crowded around the fish—Chan eyes the rolled omelette and pickled garlic stems covetously, his stomach growling insistently.“Chan!” Felix greets, smiling that gorgeous smile of his.“Hi, everyone,” Chan says, fighting to keep his voice from wavering.“Dibs I’m sitting next to Chan!” Jisung says as he comes in from the kitchen carrying one last side dish. He places it down, tucking it alongside the other colourful bowls, and then rounds the table to glom onto Chan, hugging him around the waist.Chan flushes immediately at the attention, then looks down and sees Jisung’s face, all round smiley cheeks and sparkly eyes, and flushes even harder.“Hi,” Jisung says quietly, and it’s so unbearably adorable that Chan almost groans out loud.“Hi, Sungie,” he says instead, and Jisung beams. He all but pushes Chan into a chair, seating himself beside him.“Dibs I’m sitting on the other side,” Jeongin says, slipping into his seat before anyone else can get the chance and then beaming at Chan. Between Jisung on his left and Jeongin on his right, Chan thinks he could die from the onslaught of cuteness.Minho chuckles fondly from where he’s leaning over the table, efficiently de-boning and filleting the fish, and then invites everyone to eat. To Chan’s delight, it’s not plain white rice but japgokbap, enriched with whole grains and legumes which stain it a pretty purple colour. And, alongside it, potato dumpling soup, the surface of the broth swimming with little pools of sesame oil.“Oh my God, I’ve missed Korean food,” Hyunjin says. “Minho, I love you so much, but I’m sick of your fancy-schmancy international haute cuisine.” He puts on a silly accent for the last phrase, which makes Minho laugh even as he’s rolling his eyes and swatting Hyunjin on the shoulder.“Brat,” he says, but his tone is far too fond for it to have any bite.Chan eats his lunch quietly, watching everyone else dig in. Seungmin eats carefully, taking spoonfuls of rice, dunking them in his soup, then topping them with side dishes. Changbin stirred half his rice into his soup at the start of the meal. Hyunjin drinks the soup in dainty little sips, alternating it with insanely huge bites of rice and side dishes.Chan is hopelessly fascinated by all of them, thinks he would probably be happy watching them do menial things like this forever. The thought dredges up another wave of nervousness in him, knowing that he’s about to ask them for exactly that.To Chan’s relief, Changbin, Hyunjin and Felix hold back from commenting on what they know is coming today, but the three of them are practically vibrating with excitement all throughout the meal, and they torture Chan with knowing smiles every time he makes eye contact.At some point, once the food is all but gone, Chan looks to his left and sees that Jisung’s bowls are still mostly full. He’s listlessly stabbing at his rice with his spoon, staring off into the middle distance.“You okay?” Chan asks gently, looking pointedly at Jisung’s barely-touched food.“Mm hmm,” Jisung nods, still staring aimlessly, and it only serves to worry Chan more.“Are you sure?” Chan probes. “If something’s wrong, you can talk to me about it, if you’d like.”Jisung looks at Chan, then, and he looks… devastated. His eyebrows draw together in a frown, and he blinks a few times, quickly, before scrubbing a hand over his face.“Why’d you gotta be so nice?” he says, voice wobbling.Chan balks.“I’m… sorry?” He tries, but it doesn’t seem to be the right response.“Christ,” Jisung groans, burying his face in his hands. “Can’t you just—can’t you just be less nice?” His voice gets louder with every word, and by the end of the sentence he’s practically shouting. Everyone else goes quiet, watching him with varying degrees of confusion and concern.“I’m sorry,” Chan whispers again, eyes wide, taken aback by Jisung’s outburst.“Just stop it,” Jisung whines, rubbing furiously at his eyes, and that’s when Chan realises he’s crying.“I don’t—I don’t know what—” Chan stammers, helpless.“Hey,” Minho says, reaching across the table to take Jisung’s hand. His brow is creased with worry. “Hey, what’s going on?” He glances at Chan, a question in his eyes, and Chan can only shrug. Jisung shakes his head, visibly trying to pull his hand from Minho’s, but Minho holds on tight.“Let go,” Jisung says.“No,” Minho says, his tone intense, and Jisung stops struggling, slumping in his chair.“Let go,” Jisung whines, but the fight is already gone from his body.“Tell me what’s going on,” Minho counters. “Whatever it is, we can work it out.”“We can’t!” Jisung snaps, pulling his hand free from Minho’s grip, and Minho frowns.“Jisung,” he says sternly, “I’m going to give you two options. You can say what’s bothering you here, or we can go outside and you can tell me privately. Which would you like?”“I’m not a child,” Jisung seethes, but his venom is cut by a hiccupy sob.“You’re not,” Minho says kindly, “but I can tell this is really upsetting you, so I can’t just let it slide. I promised I’d look after you, and you promised you’d let me—is that not true?” Jisung huffs, and nods.“It’s—” he sniffs wetly, a tear escaping his eye which he wipes away roughly. “It’s just that there’s nothing you can do to help.”“You know that’s not true,” Changbin pipes up, laying a hand on Jisung’s shoulder. “We might not be able to fix the problem, but we can be right there with you, Jisungie. Don’t you think that’ll make you feel better?”Jisung shakes his head.“Won’t you tell us anyway?” Changbin says gently. “It’d make me feel better knowing what’s upsetting you.”Jisung huffs.“It’s stupid,” he says.“It’s not stupid,” Hyunjin says, quick to reassure, and the others nod and hum their agreement. “It’s making you sad, and that’s that.”“Well it’s embarrassing,” Jisung says, wiping at his eyes again. Minho frowns.“Embarrassing?” He says, sounding baffled. “We’re your boyfriends—we’re your family, Jisung, you're not usually—I mean, we don’t want you to be embarrassed with us.”Jisung shakes his head, slumping down further in his seat.“It’s not about you,” he says. Chan flinches, eyes widening.“I—I can leave you guys alone for a moment,” he says, “s-sorry for intrud—”“For f@ck’s sake!” Jisung snaps, with something approaching an incredulous laugh. Chan’s eyes widen. “This is the problem, Chan! You’re so kind, and so thoughtful, and just—just such a—a f@ck@ng sweetheart all the time and I—and—” He breaks off on a sob, eyes welling over with tears again. He sniffs, wiping his face with his sleeve. “And I’m gonna miss you,” he finishes quietly.They’re all silent for a long moment. Chan feels like he’s frozen, statue-still and useless. He knows he should say something, say the thing, but he chokes, suddenly hit by the reality of the situation. He’s about to ask them out; things are about to get way more serious than they’ve ever been between Chan and the guys.Either way, it’ll be a huge turning point—Chan could get everything he’s ever wanted, all at once, or he could face the most painful rejection of his life. It’s almost worse knowing that some of the guys like him—for all he knows, it’s just giving him false hope, and he’ll be turned down by the remaining four after all. If that happens, Chan doesn’t know what he’ll do—he’ll just have to leave, knowing that he could’ve had something wonderful.“Oh,” he says instead. Jisung looks up at him, big, red-rimmed eyes shining with tears.“I’m gonna miss you so much,” he says, his voice wavering pathetically, and then he launches himself at Chan, hugging him so tight it almost hurts. He starts to cry in earnest, then, sobs that he tries to muffle but only ends up making more choked and painful.Chan rubs Jisung’s back soothingly, saying nothing, pointedly ignoring the looks Changbin and Felix are sending his way. I know, he wants to tell them. I know I should say something now, but it’s scary, okay?“I don’t want you to go,” Jisung mumbles, sniffing wetly.Chan still says nothing. He can see Changbin frowning out of the corner of his eye. Across the table, Minho sighs and stands up, coming around to kneel beside them. He takes Jisung’s face into his hands, wiping his tears.“I know it’s hard, baby,” he murmurs, “I know.”“Why does he have to leave?” Jisung whispers brokenly, and Chan’s heart swells at the same time as it tears itself in two.Then, Hyunjin starts crying.
  Huh?
“Why are you crying?” Chan asks, his temporary muteness overshadowed by surprise.“It’s Hyunjin,” Seungmin says dismissively, absently passing Hyunjin a tissue before reaching over to stroke his hair. “You know our Hyunjin, he’ll cry at any—wait.” He squints at Chan, and Chan’s heart drops. “Why wouldn’t Hyunjin be upset?” Seungmin says slowly.
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“Um,” Chan says, looking around at the others, but none of them offer any help. He swallows thickly, nodding once to himself. It wouldn't be fair to drag it out any longer. Chan can do this. “Well,” he says slowly, dragging it out as long as he can. “Because he already knows that… that I’m planning on… asking you all… out?”There’s a pause. To Chan, it feels like years. Then—“F@ck@ng finally,” Felix sighs.“Praise the lord,” Changbin says, grinning.“Yay!” Hyunjin says tearfully, waving his tissue in celebration before blowing his nose into it loudly.“What?” Jisung says, looking up at Chan where he still has his arms locked around Chan’s torso. “What?” He says again, eyes lighting up as a smile spreads across his face.“I’m asking you out,” Chan says, more confident now that it’s out in the open. “All of you. This is me asking to date you all.” He smiles a little awkwardly, feeling that his ears are turning red.“Oh my God!” Jisung says, now smiling through his tears. “Yes!” He blurts, then catches himself, blushing. “Or, I mean, it’s a yes from me, personally.” Then, he suddenly pulls back and smacks Chan on the arm.“Ow!” Chan yelps.“That’s for letting me embarrass myself just now crying in front of everyone when you could’ve just said,” he sniffs, but there’s a fondness in his voice that makes Chan’s heart flutter.“I was nervous,” he mumbles, and Jisung coos.“But you managed it,” he praises, resting his chin on Chan’s shoulder. “Oh my God,” he says dreamily, starry eyes flitting over Chan’s face, “you actually like us.”“Thank God,” Jeongin adds, and Chan looks at him in surprise.“Thank God?” He echoes uselessly.“Well it would’ve been really embarrassing if I’d been reading the signals wrong all this time,” Jeongin says with a shrug, smiling wide and pretty.“All this time?” Chan says quietly, and Jeongin just smiles wider, saying nothing.“W-wait,” Seungmin says, uncharacteristically hesitant, having been silent the whole time. Chan looks over at him, and his face is unreadable. “Really?” He says, soft and vulnerable, and Chan’s heart clenches.“Yeah, really,” he says. “I like you all so, so much. I don’t think I’ve ever liked anyone more,” he chuckles, scratching the back of his neck. “Um, so,” he says awkwardly, “just to check—do you all actually want to date me?”“Of course!” Hyunjin says, still teary.“Me too,” Changbin says, raising a hand. His smile is unbearably soft.“Me three!” Jeongin pipes up with a bright grin.“Yes,” Felix says simply, and he looks so happy it makes Chan’s heart leap. A moment passes, then, and Chan’s nerves return.“Well I already said yes,” Jisung says to fill in the awkward silence. “Uh… Seungmin?” He prompts, and they all turn to look. Seungmin still looks shaken, like he can’t quite believe this is happening.“Um,” Seungmin says, blinking, then seems to break from his trance. “Yeah,” he breathes, “God yeah, I’d love to.” Chan beams.They all look at Minho, then. A tense beat passes. Of course, there’s no official hierarchy between them, but as the eldest of the group, they all naturally defer to Minho—and now it’s Minho’s turn to pass his judgement on Chan.Chan gulps, watching Minho sit there with his usual aloof expression, counting the seconds until he speaks. Then—“Of course,” Minho says, breaking out into a beautiful smile, and Chan lets out a breath of relief. Then, Minho’s smile turns wicked. “Hyung,” he adds, and Chan groans.“Oh my God,” he says, shaking his head. “I’m the eldest.”“Yeah you are, Daddy,” Felix says with a salacious wink, and Chan groans, covering his eyes with his hand.“Leave him alone,” Minho chides good-naturedly. “But on that topic, I think we have some crucial information to share.”The next few minutes are extremely strange, in that Chan finally learns the full names and ages of the men he’s been sleeping with for a week, and has just semi-officially started dating. The dynamic between them is suddenly so much more real, no longer a strange fantasy.“Wait,” Chan says, jaw dropped. “Seungmin’s the second youngest?” They all laugh at that.“Biologically, yeah,” Changbin jokes. “In spirit, he’s older than me.”“And me,” Minho adds with a smirk.“Seungmin-hyung is kind of like Edward Cullen,” Jeongin nods sagely. “International age: 22. Korean age: 24. Mental age: 104.” Chan laughs brightly.“Does that make you Bella Swan?” He asks, and Jeongin breaks into an utterly perfect Kristen Stewart impression, complete with awkward blinking.“You imprinted on my daughter?!” He hollers, and they all fall about laughing. It’s so nice just to sit together and talk with no pretence, Chan thinks.“Chan-hyung is Daddy Carlisle,” Felix announces, and Jisung snorts, which in turn makes them all laugh.“Would you stop with the ‘Daddy’?” Chan gasps, hands coming up to cover his bright red ears.“You’re just embarrassed because you like it,” Hyunjin crows, and Chan ducks his head, bright pink and speechless.“Don’t tease him,” Minho scolds good-naturedly. “And anyway, Channie-hyung would be Jacob.” That causes an uproar, all of them bickering over which characters they’d be in the Twilight universe.“Well obviously Changbin-hyung is Emmett and I’m Rosalie,” Hyunjin says, nodding sagely, “and Jeongin is actually Alice, not Bella—”“D@mn right I am!” Jeongin whoops, pumping his fist in the air. “No one dressed by me ever looks like an idiot,” he quotes, grinning.“D@mn, we’re breaking out the book quotes now?” Jisung says, impressed. “I need to step up my game. Anyway, I nominate Minho-hyung as Esme.”“Why?” Hyunjin asks, baffled.“Because he’s mommy as f@ck—”“This is ridiculous,” Minho laughs. “We’re supposed to be getting to know Chan-hyung, not the Twilight Saga.”“Right,” Chan chuckles, taking the opportunity to pivot. “I truly think that this last week has been the best of my life,” he says sincerely. “I’ve had so much fun, and you’ve taught me so much,” he says, flushing. “I’m really glad it’s not ending here. You’re all just such incredible people, and I’m so excited to go on this journey with you.”“Aw,” Hyunjin says, grabbing another tissue as he starts to cry again. “You have a real knack for making me cry,” he jokes through sobs, and Chan giggles, reaching out to interlace their hands on the table.“If they’re tears of happiness,” he says, “then I hope to keep making you cry for a long, long time.” They share a tender look, Hyunjin’s pretty eyes sparkling with excitement.“Ew,” Jeongin says quietly, and when Chan looks over, his eyes look suspiciously shiny too. “I’m not gonna cry, that’s gross,” he mumbles, right before he starts crying.“Aw, baby,” Seungmin says, half-teasing as he wraps Jeongin in his arms, but his own voice is thick with emotion. He looks up at Chan. “I guess we do get to keep you, huh, hyung?” He says, and Chan smiles, shaking his head.“God, we’re all so dumb,” he giggles. “I’ve had more miscommunications in the last few days than the main character in a fanfiction.” They all laugh, revelling in the warm feeling of togetherness. Conversation comes easily, all eight of them bouncing off one another—it feels like they could talk forever. But today, they have better things to do.“So,” Felix says out of the blue, slapping his hand on the table decisively. “I propose we take Chan-hyung upstairs and make him come.”Chan flushes bright red, opening and closing his mouth, speechless, as the others laugh.“I’m down,” Jisung says.“You’re always down, you little gremlin,” Changbin teases, “but yeah, so am I.”“Cut the cr@p,” Felix says, rolling his eyes with a smile. “We obviously all wanna make Chan-hyung come, there’s no need to hold a f@ck@ng referendum. Let’s go already!”He hustles the group upstairs with the efficiency of an army general, a pink-cheeked Chan in their midst. The others are all over him, holding his hands and stroking his hair, and he’s practically hard before they even get him on the bed.Felix pushes his way through them, pressing Chan down onto the mattress with a tiny hand in the centre of his chest. He looms over Chan, propped up on his hands and knees, and Chan’s breath catches, his c@ck twitching inside his slacks.“It was my idea, so I get to call the shots,” Felix gloats, but then flinches in surprise as Minho slaps him on the ass.“As if,” he says simply, and Chan practically sees the switch flick in Felix’s brain. “Hey Chan-hyung,” Minho says conversationally, “what d’you want Lixie to do? Want him to kiss you?” Chan gazes up at him, mind gone pleasantly blank, just present enough to nod. “Kiss him,” Minho commands, and Felix does.He leans down, straddling Chan’s lap, hands in his hair. When their lips meet, it’s messy and uncontrolled, least of all because they both can’t stop smiling. Their chests press together, Felix’s back arching deliciously, and at the same time, Chan feels hands wandering all over him, creeping along his limbs, fingers circling his wrists, pressing into his thighs, and he sighs a breathy moan into Felix’s mouth.“Hyung,” Minho says, and the honorific—knowing that he’s Minho’s hyung—sends a bolt of pleasure shooting through Chan. “Can we undress you?” Minho says, and Chan is nodding before he even finishes asking the question.“Yeah,” he breaks away from the kiss to gasp, “please.”Moments later, Hyunjin is pulling Felix up and off Chan by his throat, manhandling him like a doll, so that Changbin can take off Chan’s hoodie. Felix whines pathetically, and Hyunjin silences him with a harsh grip, fingers pressing into his jugulars. At the same time, Chan feels fingers working at the button and zip of his slacks, and when he looks down, Seungmin is dragging the fabric down his legs.Hyunjin lets Felix go, swatting him on the ass, and he falls back down on top of Chan, their bodies slotting together easily. They kiss passionately, tongue and teeth and lips, and suddenly, there are lips on Chan’s hipbone, too, right above the band of his boxers. He whines, opening his eyes as Felix kisses along his jaw to his ear, but all he sees are Jisung and Minho kissing above him.It’s a sight to behold—Minho, slow and steady and controlled, with Jisung already needy and desperate in his lap, writhing and grinding and grabbing. Chan moans as Seungmin grips his c@ck through his boxers, squeezing his hard length.“Does Hyung want me to play with his c@ck?” Seungmin muses, playing on their age difference, already knowing it’s a surefire way to turn Chan on. Chan whimpers, flushing, and as soon as he breathes a ‘yes’, Seungmin starts jerking him slowly through the fabric. There’s something mind-numbingly hot about the fact that Seungmin left his boxers on, and Chan can’t help but to whine and buck into his grip.“Hyung,” Minho calls, and Chan hums, eyes fluttering open again. “Hi there,” Minho coos. “Jisungie has a question for you.” Jisung whines at that, turning pink, big eyes pleading silently with Minho. Chan watches them hazily as Felix sucks on the skin of his neck. “Go on,” Minho prompts, “ask him.”“Uhm,” Jisung murmurs, uncharacteristically shy. “I, uh, wanted to know if it would be okay for me to, uh, to—to jerk off to your feet.” He squeezes his eyes shut, flushed all the way down to his neck. “They’re—they’re really sexy.”There’s something about the intoxicating c@cktail of l@st and humiliation he can see in Jisung’s eyes that drives Chan wild, makes him yearn to fulfil that desire for him. Jisung looks so desperate, keeps glancing down at Chan’s socked feet, and even though Chan doesn’t have a foot fetish himself, it turns him on to no end.“Yeah,” he pants, “go on, baby.” Jisung whispers a ‘thank you’ that’s soaked with embarrassment, and Chan watches through lidded eyes as Minho guides him to the end of the bed, pushing him onto his knees on the mattress and standing behind him, overseeing the whole operation.Jeongin and Changbin are at Chan’s sides, Changbin kissing and licking the defined muscles of his bicep, while Jeongin palms himself through his sweats, forehead pressed against Chan’s upper arm, fingers laced with his.Each time Felix’s hips dip down, his clothed c@ck brushing Chan’s, Hyunjin pinches his thigh meanly from beside Chan’s hip, and Felix yelps against Chan’s skin, returning to the position Hyunjin put him in before, hips raised high in the air.Chan feels like he’s surrounded by them all, utterly enveloped in their love and affection. It’s overwhelming in the best way.All of a sudden, there’s a hot mouth teasing at Chan’s b@lls through his boxers, and he moans, loud and desperate. Beside him, Jeongin whines sweetly in response, watching Seungmin mouth at Chan’s b@lls with hazy, unfocused eyes.“F@ck,” Chan gasps, “f@ck, Seungminnie—please, please,” he whimpers, feeling Jisung peeling one of his socks off reverently, fingers skimming over the newly-revealed skin.“Please what?” Seungmin says, maddeningly unaffected.“Take them off,” Chan says quietly, and then Seungmin’s fingers are hooking under the waistband of his boxers at the same time as Felix’s mouth finds his again, tongue slipping between his lips to tangle with Chan’s.Soon, Chan is completely naked, completely bare beneath them. They’re all in various states of undress—a missing shirt here, an unfastened fly there. Seungmin’s button-up shirt is all the way undone, his bare torso pressing against the side of Chan’s leg as his fingers circle Chan’s c@ck. The skin-on-skin contact makes Chan feel feverish with need.Seungmin begins to pump Chan’s c@ck leisurely, slow and gentle until Chan’s prec@m gives him the leeway to grip a little tighter, go a little faster. All the while, Hyunjin is kissing and licking the juncture where his thigh meets his body—Chan groans against Felix’s mouth, fingers twisting into the sheets on the side where they’re not interlaced with Jeongin’s.At some point, Chan feels the head of Jisung’s c@ck against the soft pad of the ball of his foot, already slippery wet, tapping against the skin before thrusting messily against his toes. He hears Jisung moan, high and needy, and his toes curl, which seems to only make Jisung more desperate.“That’s it, darling,” Minho is saying. “Good boy. Do you like your hyung’s feet?”“Mmh, yeah—so much, so—so pretty, so f@ck@ng—ngh—hot,” Jisung babbles, “feels so good—and I—I want you to feel good too, Hyung, let me—can I suck you off? Please?” Minho chuckles breathily.“Baby, how would that even work?” Minho says. “Where would I—”“Here, here, like this—see? I—ah, I can make it work, please let me, p-please can I?” Jisung sounds frantic, panting quick breaths, begging, moaning. Even though Chan can’t see them past Felix, and Hyunjin and Seungmin, it’s ridiculously hot.“Channie-hyung,” Hyunjin calls, and Chan pulls his lips away from Felix, a thin string of saliva connecting them as he answers.“Yeah?” Chan murmurs blearily.“Can we suck your c@ck?” Hyunjin asks sweetly, and Chan’s brain short-circuits. We?“Hnngh,” he groans, eyes rolling back as Seungmin is stroking his c@ck and Jeongin is holding his hand and Changbin is biting his bicep.“Yes or no, Chan?” Hyunjin presses, and Chan grits his teeth against the onslaught of sensation to get an answer out.“Yes,” he whines, “please, yes, yes, ah—”Just like that, there are two warm, wet mouths on him, Hyunjin’s plush lips against the head of Chan’s c@ck while Seungmin licks along the shaft. Chan tries to kiss Felix, but his mind is completely scrambled by everything that’s happening, and he can’t keep up. Felix kisses down his neck happily, sharp little teeth digging into Chan’s collarbone.“A-ah, f@ck,” Chan whimpers, as Seungmin takes Chan’s c@ck into his mouth, Hyunjin’s mouth on his b@lls, Jeongin whining against his ear, Jisung’s c@ck against the sole of his foot, Felix’s mouth on his nipple, Seungmin’s tongue swirling around the head, Minho moaning low under his breath, Changbin whispering in Chan’s ear.“You’re doing so well, honey,” Changbin murmurs, “taking it so well for us. Are you feeling good?” He strokes Chan’s damp hair out of his face, fingertips massaging his scalp lightly.“Mm—yeah, yeah, oh—so good, feels so good,” Chan says, bucking his hips up into Seungmin’s mouth. Hyunjin’s forearm comes across his hips, then, bracketing him in, holding him down.“Don’t move,” Hyunjin says, a dark edge to his voice. “Stay still. Just like that—let us take care of you.” Chan whines, but obeys, doing his best to stay still and pliant for them.“Channie-hyung,” Jeongin pants, then, lips close to Chan’s ear. Chan hums in acknowledgment. “Can I—” Jeongin licks his lips, gasping a breath. “I’m—I’m touching myself right now,” he says, “but c-can I—can I use Hyung’s hand?” Chan’s vision whites out at how hot that is, and he whines under his breath.“Yeah, baby,” he breathes. “Use Hyung’s hand, I-I’ve got you.” Jeongin whimpers, and then he’s pushing his c@ck into the space between his and Chan’s hands, a wet, slippery slide. Chan’s eyes roll back—there’s something about it being both of their hands, together, that makes him feel feral. Jeongin’s other hand, on Chan’s bicep, flexes, long fingers digging into the muscle as he f@cks into their grip.With Felix sucking on Chan’s nipple, he has a clear view of Minho—and a slightly less clear view of Jisung, bowed down reverentially, sucking Minho’s c@ck as he thrusts his c@ck inexpertly against the pad of Chan’s toes.Minho looks like some sort of debauched god, his usual cool veneer cracking and breaking away as Jisung takes him deep into his throat, lets him f@ck his face, lets him do whatever he wants to him. Minho pulls out with a hiss, and Chan can just about see the way Jisung’s tongue lolls out, inviting Minho to slap the head of his c@ck against it messily.Seungmin is rolling his hips, dragging his clothed c@ck against Chan’s thigh, while Hyunjin f@cks his own fist, mouthing at Chan’s hipbone. Changbin has his c@ck in hand, too, the other hand worming its way into Felix’s underwear. Felix keens, face mushed uselessly against Chan’s pec, as Changbin starts to work his c@ck.Jeongin is the first to come, whining sweetly in Chan’s ear as he coats their hands with his c@m. The sound of it makes Chan’s toes curl, and seconds later, Jisung is pulling off Minho’s c@ck and begging to come too.“Yeah, honey,” Minho murmurs, low and velvety, “come all over Channie-hyung’s pretty toes for me, that’s it—beautiful.” Jisung takes Minho’s c@ck back into his mouth right before he comes, spilling over Chan’s toes, moaning helplessly. Minho winces—Chan suspects Jisung’s teeth made an appearance, but Minho doesn’t seem to mind, his wince melting into a sigh of pleasure.Chan’s gaze stays fixed on Minho as his own @rg@sm approaches, watching the way Minho’s eyebrows gather with pleasure as he f@cks into Jisung’s lax mouth, the way Jisung slumps like a ragdoll and lets him. Chan’s @rg@sm crashes over him like a tidal wave, and he barely has time to warn Seungmin before he’s spurting c@m into his mouth, his core a blaze of fiery pleasure.Chan’s barely even started to come down from his @rg@sm when Hyunjin comes, sticky white dripping down his length, two of his own fingers stuffed in his mouth, muffling his sweet moans.“F@ck,” Chan whimpers, a stab of intense sensation in his lower belly, “f@ck, Seungminnie, f-f@ck,” Chan fidgets, flinching away from Seungmin’s mouth on his over-sensitive c@ck.“Do you want him to stop?” Changbin says, eyeing Chan with a knowing look.“It’s—it’s s-so much,” Chan whines, sticky fingers squeezing Jeongin’s, spasming from a mixture of pleasure and discomfort.“But do you want him to stop?” Changbin presses, and Chan squeezes his eyes shut.“N-no,” he moans, and Seungmin takes that as an invitation to go even harder, taking Chan’s c@ck into his mouth even deeper and even faster. Chan is helpless to the pleasure-pain of it, the slick slide of Seungmin’s lips over his swollen, sensitive skin.When his eyes open again, slow and blurry, Minho is pulling out of Jisung’s mouth, jerking himself off, slow and tight, his hand twisting over the head of his cock. Jisung raises a hand to paw ineffectually at Minho’s, an adorable attempt to help, and Minho pushes his hand away gently, tucking a finger under Jisung’s chin to tilt his face up just in time to paint it with ropes of sticky c@m.Jisung smiles, tongue out, moaning, letting Minho cover him with his release, and Chan whines, enchanted by the sight of it. He lets his head fall back, not registering the look that Changbin and Felix share over his head.“Hyung,” Felix breathes, “Hyung, will you let me and Changbin—unh—come on your pretty face?” Chan’s vision blurs from the shock of arousal that sends through him, and he nods mindlessly.“Yeah,” he murmurs, “oh my God, yeah, please, please—”“Eyes shut, baby,” Changbin says, and only a few moments later, Chan feels thick, heavy spurts of c@m landing on his cheek, the side of his nose, the corner of his mouth. He lets his mouth fall open on a moan right as Felix starts to come—the taste is salty and bitter, but in this moment, Chan couldn’t differentiate it from ambrosia.Seungmin pulls off shortly after, panting against Chan’s hip as he comes in his pants, hips rolling sinuously against Chan’s leg. Chan groans at the sudden loss of stimulation, his whole body thrumming, heightened.“Holy sh@t,” Jeongin murmurs, and Chan hears a number of grunts of agreement.“We’re so f@ck@ng hot,” Hyunjin mumbles, “no-one else on the planet has sex as good as ours.”“It’s Chan,” Felix sighs. “Didn’t I say? On the first day, I said he was fantastic, remember? I’m, like, an oracle or something.” Chan huffs a laugh at that.“I can’t take the credit,” he breathes sleepily. “Everything I know, I learned from you guys.”“Aw,” Jisung says. “So wholesome.”“I’d hardly call this wholesome,” Minho jokes, swiping a finger through the c@m dripping from Chan’s toes. Chan giggles, because it tickles, but then his eyes flutter open and he sees Minho feeding the cum to Jisung, and suddenly he’s not laughing anymore.“Binnie-hyung,” Seungmin says, still out-of-breath, “second drawer down, at the back, under the notebook. Can you grab me a questionnaire?”“F@ck off,” Changbin groans.Chan giggles.He's the happiest he's been in a long time.
  
  

    
      
        
        
          AAAAAAAAAAA THEY ARE DATING!!!!!Next chapter: Hyunjin sorts his sh@t out FINALLY and also Jisung is punished for all the rules he broke during the week 👀[edit: so this turned out to be a lie hahaha, all that is still happening but just not next chapter] 
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