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Sunghoon is not, by any means, a furry. 

If the opposite of a furry exists (a furless?)—the human embodiment of the antonym of the word furry—that's what he is. Seriously. The problem is that nobody believes it except him. It proves to be exceedingly frustrating for Sunghoon, who just likes to have fun.

Apparently everyone else is chronically allergic to having fun, especially Park Jongseong. That's all it was to him when he cackled at the fact that they added the meow to Jungwon's part in Brought The Heat Back. He's only having fun when they do Sunoo's makeup extra smokey, with warm tones and sharp edges that accentuate his light brown eyes and he lets out a huff of hah, fox.  

It's not his fault that everyone fits their representative animal so perfectly. He usually ignores the weird looks and stupid remarks and doesn't really let any of that get to him. Right now, it's still all just for fun. Why doesn't anyone else see it that way? 

Currently, the venue for their fansign buzzes with chatter and the fast snapping of expensive cameras, but Sunghoon is only able to focus on the task at hand, which coincidentally (don't get any weird ideas) involves a fake cat tail. 

"So cute," Sunghoon says, and he has an unashamed grin on his face as he helps Jungwon put it on. They're standing behind the fansign table which is littered with gifts and items for them to wear, and there's so many things on the table that the black tablecloth laid over it is barely visible. "I think a white tail really suits you. Definitely more than black or orange." 

Jungwon doesn't even care. He barely acknowledges Sunghoon's words, occupied with struggling to figure out how the Cinnamoroll bubble gun in his hand works. He hits it once with his closed fist, to see if it lights up or whirs or something, and then he shakes it to check if batteries were added prior. He keeps carelessly shifting his weight from one foot to the other, and it's messing up the placement of his cute tail. 

Sunghoon frowns, annoyed. That won't do. "Hey, stay still."

Jungwon looks back, and there's an expression of slight confusion on his face. Sunghoon has been helping him put on a tail for a while now. He wants to move, and it really makes no sense that Sunghoon thinks a tail prop has to look perfect. He swivels his hips slightly, clicking his tongue, and Sunghoon can't hold back the smile that forms over his features as he holds Jungwon's hips still. 

He really is just like a kitty. Impatient, cute, playful. It fits him too well.

"There we go," Sunghoon takes a step back to take a good look at his work, and the tail sits so perfectly on Jungwon that it almost looks real. "Now I just have to find the matching ears. They have to be around here somewhere, these things usually come as a set."

Jungwon, once again, doesn't care. He casually throws up peace signs as he puffs out his cheeks, cameras snapping hundreds of pictures at once while his cute tail makes the crowd sigh lovingly and giggle. Sunghoon is rummaging through the items on the table like he's in a hurry, trying to find the white cat ears to complete the look. 

"Heart," Jungwon whines, holding up his half of a hand heart as Sunghoon looks up at him through black strands of hair. "Engenes want us to."

Sunghoon nods, looking through the items on the table faster, moving dozens of Kuromis and Gudetamas out of the way. "Let me just find these first—"

Jungwon groans. He doesn't understand Sunghoon's obsession. Sunghoon would argue it's not an obsession to begin with, but the way he's looking for some stupid cat ears so desperately says differently. It's weird.

Jungwon ends up completing his own heart, and Sunghoon frowns. Not because he couldn't join him, but because Jungwon's pictures would've looked way cuter if he found the matching white ears.

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"A picture of a black cat? Are you fucking kidding me?"

"What? It's cute. Also, it's not just a black cat. It's a black Chantilly-Tiffany. I think you'd have some luxurious fur."

"Is anyone else hearing this?" 

There's an incredulous expression on Jay's face as he speaks, holding Sunghoon's phone with his left hand while his right forearm keeps him away. Or, at least, away from his phone. Sunoo and Jake are caught in the middle of it, getting their makeup done just a few feet away. 

"Yeah," Sunoo lies, eyes not once leaving his phone's screen. Jake nods when Jay looks his way, but he's wearing earphones, the fucking prick. What could he have possibly heard?

"You won't be able to convince me this isn't weird. Are you one of our fans now? Use a picture of me as my contact picture. Or nothing at all." 

Sunghoon rolls his eyes, pulling Jay's forearm away and reaching for his phone. Jay dodges his advances, twisting his torso more to prevent Sunghoon from grabbing it. "Whatever. You're no fun. Besides, it's not weird."

"Sunoo," Jay calls out, as if for backup, but Sunoo just shrugs. "Please agree with me—it's, at the very least, odd."

"I mean," Sunoo is using his sweet and understanding tone, tilting his head from side to side as if he's weighing both of their points. "It's not odd, he just thinks it's cute." 

See? Sunghoon wants to say. It's not weird, and you definitely are a black Chantilly-Tiffany. He opts not to, because he would prefer to go on stage with all of his teeth. 

Sunghoon just stares at Jay, waiting for his stupid tantrum to die down. He looks at his phone and opens the palm of his hand, a gesture that invites Jay to return it the nice way. 

Reluctantly, Jay complies, muttering something about furries under his breath before handing the phone back to Sunghoon, with enough strength to make his hand dip when he slaps the device on it. 

"What's next? A Golden Retriever for Jake?" Jay laughs. Jake removes an earphone at the mention of his name, as lost as usual. 

"No," Sunghoon sighs, throwing himself on a couch in the waiting room. His cheeks feel hot now, and he really hopes there's not a visible reddish tint to them the others could catch. On his phone, the image Sunghoon picked for Jake (a very cute Golden Retriever, as golden as he could find, because Jake would definitely be more gold than red) stares back at him. It's almost like even the dog is judging him. "You're so annoying, Jay."

"Whatever. Change it," Jay's tone is stern, even as he turns to smooth his hands over his hair again in front of a mirror. "Like, now."

"Don't be like that," Sunghoon says, using his annoy Jay voice, slurring his words a bit as he does. The phone is thrown next to him, forgotten now, and his arms are crossed over his chest in a way that will definitely piss Jay off more. He has no intention of changing the picture, because then he would have to change everyone's, and Sunghoon really can't be assed. Besides, the cat is really cute. It fits Jay so well, he just refuses to see it.

It looks a bit angry, like him. Like its eyebrows are stuck in a perpetually pissed off looking state. Its eyes are a perfectly stereotypical yellow, like Sunghoon always imagined Jay's would be. 

"If you want, you can pick out one for me too. A cute Samoyed, that's what I would be."

"Hard pass. I'll leave the furry shit to you.”

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Sunghoon is not a furry. However, a trip to Japan leads him to a terrifying discovery. A furry one, funnily enough, but please once again note that Sunghoon himself is not a furry.

The bed smells like lavender and his expensive shampoo, the one the stylists ordered them to use, and throwing himself on it felt incredible. It's not common for them to have a few hours at night free, so it really felt like this was a long time coming. Having nothing to do somehow feels simultaneously surreal and comforting considering how busy everything has been recently. 

Tonight is different—he would normally be out and about, snapping a few pictures of Tokyo's skyline with his camera before heading back to the hotel, but today he was feeling worn out and decided to skip that altogether. 

A few hours of extra rest never hurt. Until they did. Oh, they did. 

엔하이픈

[Jake] 

➢ you should've all come with me and niki

[Jake]

➢ this store is so cool lol

[Niki]

➢ yeah  

[Sunoo]
➢ Isn't it just a normal store?

[Jay]
➢ Well the food I'm having with Heeseung is probably better than your stupid store.

[Jake] 

➢ no, there's all sorts of weird things. but like, super interesting

[Sunghoon]

➢ How so?  

Looking back, Sunghoon really caused everything, and he regrets it wholeheartedly. It was stupid, simply put. Curiosity killed the cat, as everyone always says, but in this case curiosity killed the… dog? Sunghoon sees himself as a dog, at least. Whatever. Jay would call him weird for that again.

Jake and Niki flood their chat with too many pictures, from odd collectibles and figurines that weren't very safe for work to makeup products that none of them had ever seen before. Sunghoon wondered what kind of weird store they were at, where nothing had a specific theme or seemed to serve any specific purpose.

And then, right after an image of a collection of Hamtaro guitar picks (which they captioned: heeseung picks for jay!!! ), was the image that ruined Sunghoon's night (and year, and decade), quite literally.

Jake, with his fists balled at his chest cutely. Pink dog collar around his neck with the word PET carved into the leather, matching pink fluffy ears on his head, collarbones peeking out of his loose shirt. If there's a tail somewhere, Sunghoon is just extremely glad he didn't see it. The picture was taken from a higher angle, Jake looking up at the camera with his eyes wide, playful and flirty, eyebrows furrowed together like he's pleading, a bit of his tongue peeking out between his lips. 

Sunghoon immediately felt like he was slapped in the face. By a fluffy tail. No—shit. By a human hand. What the fuck? 

[Niki]

➢ we're having too much fun here 

[Jake]

➢ do you guys think engenes would like this picture ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

[Sunoo]

➢ Cute –ㅅ–

[Jay]

➢ Engenes? 

[Jay]

➢ Delete that before Sunghoon gets a boner

[Jungwon]
➢ What

[Niki]
➢ ?????? 

[Heeseung]
➢ 😭😭😭😭😭

[Niki]

➢ way to make it weird

[Sunghoon]

➢ I think Jay is the one that likes it, he's just projecting

[Jay]

➢ Sure…

[Jay]

➢ Whatever makes you feel better.

[Jake]

➢ so is that a yes?

All of a sudden, Sunghoon feels too hot for his robe. He knows it's not because of Jay's messages, he really couldn't care less. It's something far worse.

He unfastens his robe slightly, but it's like the AC of his room stopped working at the most inopportune time. Everything feels hot, from the skin of his cheeks to his hand wrapped around his phone. He has never once wished the waves of heat coursing through his body were due to Jay, except for now. He knows the real reason, he's not stupid.

Well, maybe he is. Because if he wouldn't have asked, then maybe they wouldn't have taken that cursed picture. Maybe Niki wouldn't have sent it, and maybe Sunghoon wouldn't feel like a fucking freak.

Sunghoon is restless now, and sleeping early suddenly doesn't feel like a viable option. His body is frozen stiff even though his skin feels unnaturally hot. The sudden surge of heat starts to travel from his neck and chest downwards, below his lower abdomen, and he swallows a lump in his throat he didn't even know was there. 

It's not the fact that Jay was picking on him, it's the fact that Jay was right. An innocent (debatable, really) picture has every part of his body feeling ablaze, and it’s a seemingly uncontrollable reaction that can’t be explained in a friendly way.

Sunghoon tosses his phone aside impulsively, but he lets out a shaky sigh when he quickly figures out that it doesn't really help at all. He can still see the image of Jake with his eyes closed, so it doesn't matter. The realization makes his insides twist.

There was just something about that image that had Sunghoon feeling numb from the waist down. Jake was as pretty as ever, but he looked pliant and obedient, like he'd lean into your touch when you scratch the side of his head right above his ear, like he'd bump your hand with his nose to ask for more after you stop, a silent plea for you to continue touching and praising him.

Sunghoon is shocked at how quickly his breathing picks up. His hand is resting on his chest, and he can feel the way it rises and falls faster with every passing second. None of the breathing exercises they commonly use are working, and he wonders if that godforsaken image actually broke him.

He can't help but think about it, since he's already halfway there anyway. Sunghoon gulps and closes his eyes before he does though, because this is still all sorts of strange, but he can at least pretend he's dreaming instead of making all of this up because he likes it.

In his ideal scenario, Jake would be at the foot of the hotel bed, on his knees, waiting for a command. Perhaps it would be up, or sit, or paw. Eyes glossy, bottom lip jutted out, cheeks flushed pink. Pretty tail and pretty ears to match, collar around his neck fastened just right. He would strive to please, and his face would immediately light up after being called a good b—

No. Absolutely fucking not.

Sunghoon opens his eyes in a hurry. He's breathing through his nose like he just ran a mile. It takes him a total of twenty seconds to admit he's half-hard, but it takes him almost five minutes to acknowledge that it was entirely due to Jake's picture. By the time he comes around, he's fully hard, wondering what Jake's voice would sound like as he barks. 

What the fuck? 

It's bad. Sunghoon somehow feels like he's committing a crime, and he's so traumatized by Jay's antics that he feels like he's being watched as his hand slips down his torso and towards the front of his robe where he grabs. 

Oh. That's even worse.

He is actually very, very hard. Suddenly, Jay's message comes back to mind. It's so embarrassing that Sunghoon actually wants to die and take all of his Jake thoughts to the grave with him. 

Time is moving in slow motion, and every passing second adds a tick to his guilt counter, if that even exists. He can't help but let out a soft groan as he feels his erection through the soft material of the fabric, fingers hesitant. He's rock hard and throbbing, craving release even though he hasn't even considered touching himself like that yet. He actually only fully acknowledged he was hard like three minutes ago. His eyes are squeezed shut because he refuses to look, slightly timid fingers roaming over the length of his shaft. 

Everything hurts. The pressure in his crotch is near unbearable at this point, and every subtle movement is enough to make his sensitive cock rub against the fabric of his robe. His heart is beating fast, adrenaline pumping through his body like he's doing something he definitely shouldn't be, and his hand is almost pulling back like it's regretting it for him as he reaches for his phone. 

Fuck, Sunghoon thinks, gulping down excess saliva and grabbing his phone with his left hand while his right keeps tracing the shape of his cock over his robe. He struggles with the passcode twice before it finally unlocks. Seriously, Jake, what the fuck?

Sunghoon clicks his tongue in disappointment as he scrolls up their chat while he looks for the picture, like he's torn between why the fuck would you take this pic and why the fuck do I wanna see it again and why the fuck am I hard. Every voice inside him is begging him not to, but Sunghoon can't help it. He's not thinking with the proper head.

He needs to see it again, even if just for a fleeting second—even if just to confirm he feels this strongly towards it and he's not coming down with the flu or something.

Impulsively, he gives in. He knows it's the only way, but opening the image in full screen still makes his heart drop to his ass. Sunghoon confirms two things by gazing down at the image on the screen once more:

1. Yes, he does feel very strongly towards it. Especially in his nether region. 
2. Jake in a pink puppy set caused this. By this, Sunghoon refers to this truly tragic situation, where he's seriously considering jerking off to his best friend.

He feels so guilty and strange that he whines in embarrassment the moment he rips his robe open and wraps a warm hand around his shaft, image still displayed on his phone. Even as he throws his head back to rest on the pillows, his eyes stay glued to the screen. He wouldn’t be able to look away even if he tried.

Sunghoon shouldn't have chosen to rest. He would be taking pictures of Tokyo's streets at night, having some mint tea and eating a matcha cream puff. He would certainly not be doing this.

The details of what happened in those few minutes (yes, just a few) will never be shared by Sunghoon with anyone. As he throws his soiled robe on the bathroom floor and starts up another shower, he remembers exactly what it was that did it for him, and the thought almost makes him slip on the tiles and fall to his death. Like the worst case of post-nut clarity ever. 

Jake, with his tongue out, hands obediently placed by his knees on the floor. He's wearing his cute collar, but there's an extra heart shaped tag attached to it that reads:

If found, please contact Park Sunghoon (Owner ♥)

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02z are the alphas

[Jay]

 ➢ So did you end up buying the collar Jake

[Jay]

➢ And the ears and shit

[Jake]

➢ what the fuck

[Jake]

➢ no

[Jay]

➢ Oh… Isn't that a shame @Sunghoon

[Sunghoon]
➢ ?

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Sunghoon had always found it comforting to be around Heeseung. From their days prior to debut until now, and all the time in between. Heeseung always made him feel at ease. Spending time with Heeseung felt like home, even while Sunghoon looked over Tokyo's busy nightlife through the glass sliding door of their shared hotel room. 

It's their second and last day staying here, and Sunghoon is quite frankly glad. Being in this room now feels wrong, since he can't stop dwelling on what he did last night, and he can't wait to be as far away from this hotel as possible. It almost feels cursed, like there's a spirit roaming around the rooms determined to make him think he's sexually attracted to his best friend.

Sunghoon has been avoiding Jake all night like the plague, for obvious reasons, so he's glad he has Heeseung to keep him company. He's still feeling odd around Jake, a bit fidgety, like Jake was at fault for yesterday's traumatic incident. He both technically was and technically wasn't. 

Did he have to take that picture? No. Did he have to look sexy as fuck in it? Also no. So there's definitely a fraction of blame that can be assigned to Jake in this very awful situation.

"I didn't know we don't have to wake up too early tomorrow," Heeseung snaps him out of his troubling thoughts, resting on three pillows on his bed, phone in hand as he scrolls through their schedule. "Having one extra hour of sleep almost seems too good to be true these days."

"I'll take that hour," Sunghoon says, throwing himself on his bed, pillow nestled below his chin. Heeseung agrees with a soft hum, tilting his head slightly to look over. 

"What did you do yesterday?" 

Perhaps it's the lingering guilt, but Sunghoon freezes at Heeseung's question, like he's been caught. 

Yesterday, well, um. About that. 

Sunghoon gulps. He's glad the pillow covers it. It's not a weird question under normal circumstances by any means. Heeseung was out with Jay, and he came back pretty late. By the time he quietly opened the door to their room, Sunghoon was pretending to sleep, wallowing in self-pity and overcome by a feeling of dread he couldn't explain to anyone. 

"Uh," Sunghoon hesitates, avoiding Heeseung's gaze. "I was just here. Sleeping."

Heeseung hums. It doesn't make sense, but Sunghoon feels like everybody somehow knows. "Next time you should come with us, the food was great."

Sunghoon just nods. He doesn't need to be told that. He doesn't trust himself with his own thoughts enough to even consider staying alone, perhaps for the next year. 

The knock on their room's door luckily snaps Sunghoon out of it, and in a way he’s relieved as Heeseung takes lazy strides to check who's standing outside their door before opening it. It seemed like the worst timing ever, but Jay saunters in, sporting a black shirt and gray sweatpants that hang low on his hips. Dangerously low, Sunghoon would add, an eyebrow raised as he inspects Jay.

As if he needed another reason to feel annoyed. Sunghoon felt like he was too busy at the moment beating himself up for doing unspeakable things while staring at Jake's picture yesterday to deal with Jay. And with Jay it's always like this—he spawns when Sunghoon has fucking had it and he's ready to snap at a harmless incorrectly timed joke.

"What are you doing here?" Sunghoon asks, failing to mask his annoyance, eyes scanning up and down Jay's frame. He stops when he catches himself, focusing instead on Jay's tired looking face.

"Bored," Jay sighs, scratching his head. Lifting his arm makes more skin peek between his shirt and pants. "Sunoo is with Niki or something. Doing I have no fucking idea what. I'm alone."

"I was just telling Sunghoon he should've joined us yesterday," Heeseung gets back to his position on the bed, pulling both legs up this time. He leans back, and Sunghoon is about to ask if the drinks at the restaurant were any good, to distance himself from Jake thoughts as much as he possibly can, like he usually tries to do. He fails more often than not, clearly.

Jay interrupts with a groan before he's able to ask as he stretches, arms crossed over his head. Sunghoon's eyes jump down to his exposed skin (by pure coincidence, by the way) and all the thoughts in his head vanish. 

Sunghoon absentmindedly admires the beauty of Jay's slightly toned abdomen and honey skin, and all of a sudden he feels like a real creep, just like he did yesterday. It comes crashing down over him as hard as it did when he first opened Jake's picture, heavy like blocks of cement.

Jay dips his torso to slide into the bed, back arching as he does, and he drops next to Heeseung with a soft huff, body probably sore from working out earlier. His skin is showing, still, and Sunghoon almost impulsively tells him to fucking cover up or get out. Because he's mad that it's just there for him to stare at.

Sunghoon doesn't really know how he feels towards Jay most of the time—it's weird, feeling like you want to tease someone until they deck you in the face and later thinking that kissing them wouldn't be that bad. Solely by accident though, because no way they would ever do that willingly. And then, to top it all off, feeling like a Victorian man seeing an ankle when you catch a glimpse of their exposed skin. It makes no sense.

The universe decided he needed to suffer further, because evidently yesterday's torture wasn't enough, so Jay's black shirt riding up wasn't the worst of it. All of Sunghoon's nightmares materialize when Heeseung moves his hand towards Jay's head, tangling his fingers gently in the hair there, freshly washed and dried. Jay pretty much mewls, the sound breaking off into a low groan that sounds more like a fucking purr than anything. 

Sunghoon is so fucked. He realizes it as he stares, perfectly able to watch as Heeseung pets Jay like a cat, and he starts to feel himself grow hard. Somehow, mysteriously, the view makes him feel restless, arousal stirring deep in his core.

Yesterday, it was Jake in fake dog ears and a collar, looking obedient and ready to get trained. Today, it's Jay acting a bit too much like a cat, back arched and skin exposed as he gets some pets. Sunghoon just can't catch a break. 

He's not sure why the scene displayed before him makes him feel so hot, but he can't help but feel envious of Heeseung. For a minute too long, he wishes Jay were on his bed instead, torso splayed over his lap while he scratches his scalp with his nails, feeling the rumble of Jay's pleased groans (purrs) over his own skin. 

It's awful, really, that he only realizes how weird that thought is after he's half-hard. And by then, it's too late.

Sunghoon decides it's best to act like this never happened, because how else should one deal with popping a boner from comparing your friend’s sounds to purrs? He rolls onto his side with his pillow between his legs, facing the sliding door. He begins to list reasons why thinking about your best friends in this way is bad and should be a criminal offense, and he acts sleepy enough for Jay and Heeseung to ignore him. He stays that way for almost fifteen painful minutes until Jay leaves. 

The whole time, he tries not to think about the arch in Jay's back and the way he almost leaned in closer to Heeseung’s hand for more , and he squeezes his eyes shut every time his thoughts start to dangerously drift that way. 

It was different this time, at least. Sunghoon willed down his erection successfully, but he's very quickly reminded about the fact that he could have dismissed it yesterday, too, if he really tried. The thought that if Heeseung weren't in bed next to him he probably would've done it again is the most terrifying thought he's had in years. 

What's next? Heeseung as a sexy deer? Is that even a thing?

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Things go from bad to terrible sooner than Sunghoon realizes, and that in itself was an euphemism. The reality of his unfortunate situation is that guilt and shame are spitroasting him, for a lack of a better and less blunt description, and even though it’s been weeks he seems to still be at that cursed hotel in Tokyo. Mentally, he’s still on that bed close to the sliding door of the room he shared with Heeseung, getting off in a hurried frenzy to that obscene image—Sunghoon definitely considered it to be obscene, even though he didn’t want to think about it too much—and a few minutes later he’s recalling how difficult it was to ignore his raging boner due to—

Sunghoon didn’t even want to repeat it in his head. Jay, of all people. He starts to wonder what he did in his past life that was awful enough to deserve this.

It’s mostly a very inconvenient situation because Jake and Jay are his best friends, and they’re together for as long as their days allow, and it feels really strange now when it didn’t before. Having Jake to his right and Jay to his left felt normal, but Sunghoon isn’t sure if he even knows what the word normal means anymore, and it fucking blows. 

Both situations definitely rewired his brain, because now he’s noticing things he never did in the past, such as the way Jake closes his eyes and shivers when Jungwon runs his nails up his neck and into his hair. Jungwon touches him almost like one would a d—

Fuck. Yeah, that. 

He notices how often Jay stretches and the curves of his body as he does. He probably would’ve dismissed how often Jay naps before, but now it really catches his attention, especially the way he snuggles up to the others more than he recalls, and now it makes his stomach drop. Maybe he wants to be in their place, and that thought in itself is unacceptable. 

In-person fansigns are now Sunghoon’s personal hell. The last one almost made him lose his mind. As if he needed more suggestive images flooding his mind, Jake turned to him with a fucking bone prop slotted between his teeth. Sunghoon quite nearly pissed his pants, eyes going wide and smiling with an awkward thumbs up to mask his impending arousal, feeling like he could melt into a human puddle at any moment. 

Jay, that same day, tapped on Sunghoon’s shoulder and invited him to play with a feather cat toy, pawing at it to watch the cute fish plush charm bounce around. Sunghoon wanted to grab the stupid toy and break it in two against his thigh, because Jay looked cute, and he had not thought of ever using Jay and cute in the same sentence before. At least not in this context.

Perhaps he’s actually sick, like chronically ill, and that’s why he’s downright delirious. He embarrassingly catches himself hoping his next dream consists of Jake and Jay kneeling at the foot of his bed, pressed incredibly close to each other while wearing matching collars, and the thought is enough to make him drag the palm of his hand down his face, hard and slow, like he’d peel off his skin if he could, because what the fuck is that thought anyway? 

The thoughts unfortunately carry on, and December rolls around too fast, weeks passing by in a blur due to their packed schedule and awful sleep patterns. The sleep tracker app he downloaded thanks to Jay's suggestion kept telling him he was getting dangerously low hours of sleep per night, and even recommended virtual physicians he could reach out to. He deleted the app instead of thinking too much of it, tired of grumpily swiping the notifications away after too long.

Sunghoon feels like he can't tell apart Tuesdays from Fridays anymore. When Jungwon reminds him that his birthday is tomorrow, Sunghoon is truly taken aback. Mostly because Sunghoon didn’t expect it to come so fast, but also because he was actually thinking about venting to Jungwon about his situation before immediately realizing it was an awful idea when Jungwon looked up at him with a genuinely attentive look. 

Sunghoon imagined saying it. So, yeah. I’ve been having these…thoughts. About Jake and Jay.  

Hell no. He gulped down his pathetic words and let Jungwon explain the birthday dinner instead. It didn’t sound half bad, especially because it was at his favorite restaurant in Seoul, so Sunghoon allowed himself to get dragged along. Although he didn’t verbalize it, he was glad everyone was there and in good spirits despite how tired they’ve been.

Overall, Sunghoon would say it was a great birthday dinner, but the thoughts were still present, and that was beyond unfortunate. It was actually mortifying to Sunghoon, because Jake and Jay sat close and teased each other throughout, and Sunghoon felt like he couldn’t stop thinking about cat Jay and dog Jake, as horrific as that sounds.

Everything got worse when it was time to open presents and blow out the candles on his cake. Not because it sucked entirely—he got a pair of Nubo 01(V) sunglasses from Niki and a really cute jacket from Jungwon—but because Jay found a way to make it uncomfortable. It’s like he has a talent for it.

While Sunghoon was opening his gift, which was an expensive limited edition perfume Jay got him, Jay felt like it was necessary to mention that he should’ve gotten Sunghoon a cute dog bowl with an S on it instead, since he’s just so dog and he’s weirdly obsessed with that stuff anyway. The whole table erupted in laughter and Sunghoon just sat there baffled because why is he getting ridiculed on his birthday?

Isn't that right, Sunghoon? Don't the fans say you're like a dog?

Perhaps it was payback for the stupid cat picture incident or for all the times Sunghoon told him how much he resembles a cat because he knows it pisses Jay off. Either way, Jake’s laugh was a bit too loud and genuine, and Sunghoon thought it was ironic when they should be the ones with cute pet bowls to eat from.

It stuck with Sunghoon throughout the night. As he blew out his candles, he inevitably remembered Jay’s words, and an extra last-minute wish weeded itself into Sunghoon’s troubled mind while he had his eyes closed. He caught himself smiling as he thought about it, too enamored by the idea of payback to fully consider how weird it actually was.

Jay and Jake as a cat and a dog hybrid, respectively. Or something like that. They needed to be sexy (okay, that was a bit weird) and they should at least have tails, if anything, because they would probably annoy each other about those without end, and Sunghoon would just laugh. 

Yeah, it was unrealistic. Sunghoon didn't care though, because although it wasn't as sweet as actual payback, it was close enough. 

At the end of the day, it's just for fun. It always is. Sunghoon swears.

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02z are the alphas

[Jay]

 ➢ Sunghoon

[Jay]

➢ We need to talk right now

[Jake]

➢ it's a bit of a crazy emergency

[Jake]

➢ are you awake

[Jay]

 ➢ It’s not even that late. We’ll kill you

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Sunghoon is annoyed. 

There's something causing it, and he's not sure what. Something or someone tugging at his arm. There's another hand pulling at his knee, shaking it back and forth not strong enough to hurt but enough to drag him closer to consciousness. There’s subtle urgency in the way he’s being touched, and it makes Sunghoon grimace with his eyes still closed.

He had just gone to sleep less than an hour ago, so he was about knee deep into full slumber, and this was set to be one of the best nights of sleep he’s had in weeks. What could possibly be so important?

An annoyed groan bubbles up his throat, voice groggy. He barely manages to crack his left eye open and he immediately notices everything is blurry. He can make out a figure looming over his face, but he can’t really tell who it is yet. He wonders if he actually got a ton of hours of sleep and Jungwon is waking him up for another day of schedules. That wouldn’t really make sense, because unless Sunghoon was sleeping so well he completely got his days mixed up, schedules don’t begin tomorrow until at least the afternoon.

Another sleepy noise of complaint leaves Sunghoon’s lips, and someone to his right scoffs. 

“Fucking finally,” Jay (Jay? Sunghoon isn’t entirely sure yet) says, barely above a whisper that sounds like he’s pissed. “You’re not even that heavy of a sleeper, wake up.”

“Oh God,” a less jarring voice adds in and it barely registers, on the other side of his bed. Whoever his assailants are, they come as a pair. “Is this a good idea?”

“Well what the fuck else can we do?”

Sunghoon is now definitely sure it’s Jay. He sounds panicked for some reason, and Sunghoon for a second wonders if he's dreaming. He throws his arm over his eyes, because he really doesn’t wanna deal with whatever Jay’s current situation is. He doesn’t wanna deal with any Jay situation, actually, ever. But especially right now.

A sigh, a bit shaky, to Sunghoon’s left. 

“Sunghoon, please. We, uh, kinda need your help.” 

Now, Sunghoon hears the second person loud and clear. It’s a voice he can recognize anywhere and in any state: awake, asleep, in a coma, while hypnotized—it’s Jake’s. But nothing makes sense. His head is spinning because he’s been abruptly woken up, his vision is still blurry and it’s hard to fully open his eyes even though it’s just the tall floor lamp next to his bed on, and Jake and Jay are both desperately trying to get him to help with something, apparently urgently.

Sunghoon yawns and blinks a few times, and he can finally start to see the figures of the ceiling of his room appear clearly. 

“Don’t freak out,” Jake adds, wearily. “Please.”

“This is bad, Jake, this is so bad,” Jay lets out a big exhale after his words, like he’s calming himself down or trying to. “We should’ve just chosen to handle it ourselves, because he might die or something, and it’ll be on us.”

Jake decides to ignore Jay, resting his hand on Sunghoon’s shoulder instead. “Hey, Sunghoon. Get up. Be calm, okay dude?”

Sunghoon makes a confused expression as he pushes himself up, rubbing the heels of his palms into his eyes to hopefully regain more consciousness. When he blinks a couple of times and turns his face to look at Jay, his whole world collapses, literally. He almost collapses too, fainting over his own bed in comical fashion.

No fucking way. It’s definitely a dream. It has to be.

Instantly, Sunghoon is frozen in place as his stomach churns and a chill runs from his lower back all the way to the top of his neck as he stares at Jay. But it’s not Jay, it can’t be. 

The face is Jay’s. The torso and hair all look just as Sunghoon remembers. But someone, or something, must have taken over Jay’s body, because, unless Jay is playing a fucking ridiculous prank on him, he doesn’t have a pair of very realistic looking black cat ears on his head that are moving. 

“What the—” Sunghoon runs out of words, clutching his shirt instead to make sure everything feels real, and he actually feels like his heart will give out from how hard it’s beating inside his chest, “who the fuck are you?! What do you want?!”

One of the ears on fake Jay’s head twitches, and Sunghoon opens his mouth to scream. Right before he can, fake Jay rushes to press the palm of his hand to Sunghoon’s mouth, eyes wide in fear. He smells like Jay’s favorite cologne to wear around the dorm.

“Fucking calm down, you idiot, it’s me.”

Sunghoon complains under Jay’s hand and it sounds like gibberish, something along the lines of prove it and that’s what a skinwalker would say, until Jake speaks to his right.

“Sunghoon, I know he likes to fuck around a lot, I get that, but he’s unfortunately not lying.”

Sunghoon frantically turns towards Jake’s voice, seeking solace in familiarity, and what he sees when he finally manages to face him almost makes him piss all over his bed in shock. He actually does scream, voice trapped under Jay’s unrelenting hand. 

Jake has also seemingly been possessed, and although everything looks fairly normal, there are a pair of dog ears on his head, fluffy and resting over the sides of his head like a Golden Retriever’s. 

“Can you stop screaming? It’s literally Jake,” Jay sounds exasperated, shaking Sunghoon so he snaps out of it, and Sunghoon’s eyes are stuck wide open as he stares at Jake. Or fake Jake. Or the Jake of his dreams, the sexy dogboy that kneels by his bed. Sunghoon isn’t sure anymore. 

“Yeah, just ignore the ears,” Jake pleads, and he actually looks genuine, like the Jake Sunghoon knows and trusts. He asks Sunghoon to just ignore the ears like it's something he can very casually dismiss and not the most surreal thing he’s ever seen in his life. “Seriously, it’s just us. And yeah, we’re just as freaked out as you are.”

“Like, fucking hell, dude, we’re freaking out about this and you’re just making it worse,” Jay hisses menacingly, and if this isn’t Jay it sure sounds and feels a whole lot like him. “Nod if you’ll be a normal human being about this and I’ll let you go, okay?”

That’s a bold request coming from someone who has seemingly real cat ears on his head, pointing up and twitching every few seconds, but Sunghoon nods. If this is a dream, then he might as well play along. Or try to survive.

Jay’s hand falls from his face softly, and Sunghoon is breathing as hard as he can but still feels short of oxygen. He feels like a stupid blob of shock and confusion, head turning from Jake to Jay and Jay to Jake, as if after staring at them enough they’ll go back to normal. 

“So, uh. Is this a dream?”

Jay scoffs at Sunghoon’s question, and his right ear twitches softly, Sunghoon watching it do so with an incredulous expression on his face.

“I fucking wish,” Jay says as he crosses his arms over his chest from where he’s sitting on Sunghoon’s bed. “I washed my face nearly ten times, pinched myself eleven. There’s no waking up from this. And stop staring at the fucking ears, thanks.”

“I tried too, this is unfortunately real life. It’s so weird,” Jake sounds frustrated, moving his hand up to touch his new ears, and feeling them causes him to make a pained expression. “Why the fuck am I, like, a dog now?”

“Well, you’re not. You’re a dogboy,” Jay says, and he pauses for a few seconds, expression unreadable. “Wait, that’s awful.”

Sunghoon gulps. This was what he had been imagining for months, and after the shock dies down he’s left with a realization far more jarring than seeing Jake and Jay like this, far worse than the initial jumpscare of seeing the ears that sit atop their heads—they look really pretty, like the ears are just meant to be there, somehow. 

Maybe Jay was right. Maybe Sunghoon is weird. He most definitely feels weird as he finds himself very aware of the fact that seeing his best friends like this is making his body temperature rise.

“Oh, and we almost forgot,” Jake shoots Sunghoon a worried look, reaching behind his back. “There’s also this.”

Jake is holding a tail, his own, and it’s thick and feathery (once again, just like a Golden Retriever’s, go figure), pretty in his hand. 

Holy fucking shit. No way there’s a damn tail.

“Don’t remind me,” Jay sighs, and when Sunghoon turns to look at him he notices the black tail swirling behind his back, movements fluid just like a cat’s would be. “It’s the worst fucking part.”

Sunghoon doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t know if he’s okay now, or if he’s about to throw up from shock all over his very clean bedsheets, or how they’ll ever undo this, or what Yuki and the members will say, and he barely registers the conversation Jake and Jay are having. 

“—the ears I can kinda deal with, cover them up with a hoodie or something, but I despise the tail. It’s too delicate and sensitive.”

“Sure, no yeah, that makes sense. What about when you have to go on stage, you idiot?”

“I haven’t thought that far down the line, okay? I’m trying to make it past the morning first.”

“Your ears are pretty bad. You can’t tell, but they twitch a lot. It’s kind of cute and creepy at the same time.”

“Please don’t call me cute. Not now, or ever. In fact, forget you even saw me like this.”

“Well, dipshit, I would actually love to, but please tell me how I’m supposed to when we’re apparently stuck—”

“Right,” Sunghoon finally musters up the courage to speak, interrupting Jake in the process, and both of them turn to him. “Let’s go back, figure this out. When did it happen?”

“Woke up like this, felt uncomfortable because I was laying on my own tail, ” Jay exaggerates his last words, and panic is still very present in his eyes. “Then Jake opened the door to our dorm, and I was both scared and relieved when I noticed he had the same issue.” 

“I was terrified, because cat ears are too cute for someone like him,” Jake explains, ignoring the hey, what does that even mean from Jay, “and also, it’s lowkey creepy as fuck. Then we figured the only person we could talk to was you.”

Jake and Jay inadvertently picked the worst person ever, because they’re unaware of the fact that imagining them exactly like this has held Sunghoon captive in his own head for months on end, and their unintentional resemblance to a cat and a dog has been the motive for a few awfully timed erections that made Sunghoon feel guilty for weeks. 

“Happy birthday, I guess,” Jake jokes, and Jay shoots him a sour look. “Your best friends turned into catboy and dogboy hybrids. Said no one ever.”

Oh no. Oh my God.

Sunghoon feels cold again, rigid, and his back straightens unwillingly. It had to be the fucking wish, and he feels his cheeks grow hot—a stark contrast to the rush of cold that just shot up his spine—because he caused this mess. Miraculously, his ridiculous wish came true, and he doesn’t know if he should feel guilty or proud. 

“Well, you didn’t have to make it sound weird.” 

“What? You called me a dogboy first, dumbass.”

“Okay? That does not mean you get to call me a catboy, fuck you.”

“Alright,” Sunghoon intervenes, clearing his throat when he realizes his voice is slightly shaky. They both turn to him at the same time, ears clearly on display, and the sight almost makes Sunghoon choke. “Let’s just try to turn you both back to normal.”

Jake tilts his head to the side, and it feels like a punch to Sunghoon’s stomach, because that’s so puppy-like it’s almost sickening. 

“And how do you suggest we do that?” Jay questions, looking skeptical. 

“Well, let me assess the situation first,” Sunghoon gets up, gulping as he realizes he’s not really thinking about what he’s doing, and it’s the heat below his lower abdomen deciding his next bold, horny move. 

Honestly, he just can’t afford to miss out on this, even if he wants to be normal. His two best friends have turned into sexy hybrids, and it is as confusing and uncanny as it is arousing. It almost feels like his fantasy came true, like it was a divine gift or an apology from the universe for how much he’s struggled the past few months. He might as well have fun with it on his birthday, right?

Probably not right. But Sunghoon is in auto mode, asking Jake to come closer before he overthinks it and chickens out, trying not to stare too hard at the way Jake’s tail sways softly behind his back as he walks over. 

“Can I, you know,” Sunghoon begins, and it’s hard to ask for something so odd, so he can’t continue right away. Jake just stares into his eyes with his eyebrows furrowed like he’s lost. He looks so cute that Sunghoon wants to die, but dying would mean not seeing Jake with cute ears and a tail ever again, and that would suck. “Touch them? Your ears and your tail, I mean.”

“Bro, what,” Jay is flabbergasted from the other side of the bed. “You just made everything one hundred times more weird!” 

“Well, I’m not asking you,” Sunghoon bites back, and he returns to stare into Jake’s brown eyes. His gaze has somehow softened, like he’s considering it. “Can I?”

“Yeah, I mean, um. Sure, just—we need to figure this whole thing out.”

Jake sounds nervous, and it’s cute. Sunghoon almost smiles, but he quickly regains his composure and nods, as expressionless as his frantic heart allows him to be. He feels like he could pass out at any moment, because Jake is looking at him with those eyes, hands by his sides as he waits for Sunghoon to touch his brand new dog ears. 

It doesn’t even sound real in Sunghoon’s head. Is this really happening? 

The first soft touch is nothing short of electric for them both, their bodies reacting as if connected. The side of Sunghoon’s index finger brushes against Jake’s left ear, and the touch is so light that it involuntarily twitches, Jake’s mouth falling open slightly once it does. It’s apparently extremely sensitive, and Sunghoon is curious to see just how sensitive it truly is, so he grabs the cute ear, Jake almost shying away from his touch. 

It’s criminally soft and cute, pink on its underside, so much that Sunghoon has to literally fight the urge to suck in a sharp breath through his teeth. He’s instantly addicted, wanting nothing more than to touch Jake for hours, watching him break down from just getting petted. He rolls it between his fingers a bit, eyes scanning down to Jake’s face, and the latter opens his mouth in a silent cry as he looks up, like he’s trying to see just what exactly Sunghoon is doing to his ear, and Sunghoon feels like this is enough to make him grow hard. Obviously, that’s a big problem. 

“So soft,” Sunghoon says, and Jake quickly looks into his eyes, panicked. “Are they sensitive?”

The question makes Jake gulp, squeezing his eyes shut and saying something under his breath as Sunghoon rubs his thumb over it. It feels wrong, right, intimate, foreign, strange and pleasurable all at once, and to say Jake is conflicted is a wild understatement.

“Very,” Jake pretty much sighs, whole body jerking when Sunghoon tugs on his ear softly, a whine almost spilling past his open lips. “Ah, it’s so—this feels, uh—weird?”

Sunghoon just hums, acting relaxed and nonchalant, but on the inside he’s screaming. His body is heating up at an alarming speed and he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to mask his arousal any further. It feels like this is a game he’s losing.

“Let me,” Sunghoon gulps after his words, bringing up both hands to Jake’s head and placing his fingers behind Jake’s new ears. The expression on Jake’s face is unreadable—like he’s scared, or excited, or just curious—but it transforms into one of pure pleasure and terror simultaneously when Sunghoon scratches behind both of his ears at the same time.

“Shit, that—” Jake whines, eyes closing involuntarily as his mouth falls into a nice big O, Sunghoon’s fingers scratching softly where he’s unbelievably sensitive. He can’t explain it, but in a way he feels like he shouldn’t be getting aroused by this. Without noticing, his tail begins to wag behind his back, body reacting to the soft touches. Jake’s hands shoot up to wrap around Sunghoon’s wrists, and it doesn’t at all feel like it’s to pull his hands away.

Sunghoon is frozen in place, staring at Jake’s erotic expression and watching the way his tail whips from left to right behind his back while his fingers keep scratching the sensitive spot, and a sound Jake makes after being unable to finish his words, high-pitched and dangerously sexy, makes him stop before he gets too carried away, Jake’s hands tightening around his wrists right before Sunghoon brings them down. 

Jake stares at him, taking loud breaths through his mouth, blush spreading up his neck, and Sunghoon thinks it really is the hottest thing ever. Just scratching behind his ears had Jake acting like he was about to orgasm. 

Yeah. Maybe this hybrid thing isn’t half bad. 

“So, like, what am I watching? Furry porn?”

Sunghoon turns to Jay with a look of annoyance for killing the moment, and the latter is making a puzzled expression. He was so into it he almost forgot Jay watched the whole thing. Great.

“I can’t control it, I swear,” Jake tries to defend his pride, well aware of the fact that Sunghoon touching his new ears made him moan. “When I touch them it’s okay, but when someone else does…”

“Yeah, I think you nearly came,” Jay snorts, clearly just finding Jake’s torment funny. “Your tail was wagging, too.” 

“Does it feel good, Jake?” Sunghoon asks, realizing too late how much of a pervert he sounds like, and he quickly tries amending the situation. “I mean—does it feel like they’re yours? Real dogs like getting the back of their ears scratched.”

Jake nods softly, biting into his bottom lip. “Yeah, they feel mine. Feels good. It’s so odd.” 

“Let me check out your tail,” Sunghoon says, quickly turning Jake around by his shoulders, and the sight of his gorgeous tail nearly makes Sunghoon fall to his knees. Hesitantly, heart hammering against his chest, he grabs it around the base in one motion. Jake’s whole body twitches, hand flying up to cover his mouth, and Jay watches, shocked look on his face. 

It’s real. It feels real in Sunghoon’s hand, as soft as his ears. He lets himself drag his closed fist upwards, the beautiful hair of Jake’s tail following the movement of his hand and fanning back down as he gets to the very tip, and when he lets go it starts wagging softly again. Jake likes that too.

“Fuck,” Jake says, the word dripping in embarrassment, and he lets out a deep breath Sunghoon didn’t even know he was holding. “That feels just as weird as the ears. Not as bad but almost there. Like you’re touching my nipples or something.”

Oh, so it’s like an erogenous zone, and so are the ears. Great. This is really straight out of Sunghoon’s mental fap folder.

Sunghoon gulps and tries to act calm when he’s the complete opposite of it, agitated beyond friendly explanation, and he takes a step back before he gives in to the urge of pressing Jake’s cute tail to his face. Weird, sure, but he would. 

“I see,” he begins, rubbing his chin like he’s thinking about anything useful. All that’s on his brain is the way Jake reacted to his touches and how cute his whimpers would sound. Definitely not the best thoughts to be having while he’s trying with all his might to not pop a boner right in Jay’s face. “They’re yours alright. I don’t have any ideas.”

Jake makes a sound of disappointment, scratching his head as he turns to Jay, who’s sitting there looking smug, like he’s still remembering how pathetic Jake sounded a few minutes ago, winding up to make another sick joke. 

Jake refuses to let him get to it before having some fun of his own, because he likes to bother Jay. Lives for it, actually. If bothering Jay is a sport, Jake’s gone pro. 

“Hey, Sunghoon,” Jake says, the left corner of his lips upturned in a sly half-smirk. “You haven’t checked Jay.”

“Absolutely not,” Jay instantly complains, getting up quickly from the bed as if to defend his position, and he’s quickly widening his eyes as Jake wraps his strong hand around his wrist, pulling him towards Sunghoon. It was a bit too easy. His tail tenses up, and Sunghoon just thinks he looks adorable instead of dangerous. “Jake, let go of me, I swear—”

“Stop being so fucking uncooperative, just let him touch you.”

“See, that in itself sounds weird as hell.”

“Dude, just calm down,” Sunghoon sighs, trying desperately to fight the look of pure joy threatening to display itself over his face. He’s beaming with excitement on the inside, because he not only got to touch Jake's ears and tail, but he’ll get to do the same to Jay. He wonders if he’ll be able to walk out of this experience without creaming his pants and having to make up an awkward lie about having a sexual dysfunction or something. “Let me see.”

“This is somehow worse than actually having the tail and ears,” Jay complains, looking grumpy as Jake holds him steady by his shoulders. Sunghoon faces him, clicking his tongue. “Why the fuck do you have to touch?”

“I’m just trying to see something,” Sunghoon says, soft and quiet, not trying to see anything at all except maybe if Jay reacts as adorably as Jake, reaching up towards Jay’s right ear. It’s twitching, like Jay is preparing himself to be touched, and it’s exciting to Sunghoon beyond comprehensible words. “Stay still.”

Jay groans, rolling his eyes, but his calm and collected demeanor shatters near instantly, eyes going wide when Sunghoon’s index finger trails over the back of his ear and towards the pointed tip. Jay quickly pulls his head away, wincing as if he were hurt, letting out a soft sound under his breath as he does.

“Did that hurt?” Sunghoon asks, index finger still in the air, and Jay covers his ear with the palm of his hand, like he’s shy. He can’t hide the pink that slowly spreads over his cheeks and nose. 

“No,” Jay sighs, defeated. He awkwardly looks at Jake and Sunghoon and realizes they’re both staring. “Feels good. In an awful way.”

Sunghoon didn’t need to hear anything else. He walks over close to Jay again, the proximity almost enough to make Jay stumble back into his bed, and Jay gives him an irritated look before staring at the floor. When Sunghoon brings up both of his hands to rub his thumbs over the back of Jay’s ears, Jake’s eyes widen at the sound that leaves Jay’s lips. A pleased sounding sigh, dangerously close to a moan, ending in an annoyed sound. 

“If it’s so awful, why are you blushing?”

“Shut up. Because it’s fucking embarrassing.”

“And your tail?” Jake asks, somehow closer to Jay than Jay remembers, so close their tails are almost touching. How weird would that be? “Do you think it’s more sensitive than your ears?”

“Wha—how the fuck would I know that you asshole?”

Sunghoon reaches behind Jay while keeping his eyes locked on his flushed face, and the moment his fingers brush over Jay’s tail he sounds like he’s been punched in the gut, mouth falling open as Sunghoon catches the tail in his hand.

When he moves his hand up, like he did to Jake’s, Jay actually reaches over and grabs Jake’s arm, like the sensation is so intense he might topple over if he doesn’t. 

“Fuck, what—” Jay’s words are chopped and jagged, like he’s struggling to breathe properly, and when Sunghoon’s hand reaches the very tip of his tail he nearly shudders, face dropping as he lets out a strained whine through gritted teeth. “Okay, we. Fuck. We got it. It’s more sensitive than my ears.”

Jake looks at Jay, probably for longer than he should, and there’s something in his eyes that catches Sunghoon off guard. Like something has shifted, like a flip was switched. The friendly and mischievous look that characterizes Jake is now gone, and in its place is a look that drips arousal.

Sunghoon is so overwhelmed his ears are buzzing. He’s definitely to some degree erect now, if he wasn’t before and just didn’t notice, brain turned into a pile of fluffy tails and equally fluffy ears. He turns away from them, quickly grabbing a pillow from his bed and throwing it on his lap before he sits down, pretending to think. He’s thinking, but not about anything helpful to their situation. His whole body is overheating, pulse so accelerated he can almost feel it, and the look in Jay and Jake’s eyes as they got touched is still etched into his brain even as he aimlessly stares at his bedsheets to avoid eye contact. 

Jake immediately started acting differently, and Sunghoon couldn’t stop dwelling on it. There was something there, in his panicked gaze, like an urge or a realization, and just revisiting it in his head sends chills down Sunghoon’s back. Jay was no better, lips parting and cheeks growing red the moment Sunghoon touched his new ears and tail, and the way he had to hold on to something to ground himself was surprising but exciting to Sunghoon, who also felt like he was about to collapse. 

Sunghoon is so lost in thought he doesn’t hear most of Jay and Jake’s conversation, but he’s quickly brought back by Jay’s hand wrapping around his wrist. His skin is unnaturally hot, even more than Sunghoon’s own. 

“What did you do to us?” Jay is panting after he ends his question, lips parted with his eyebrows furrowed. He doesn’t look angry, he looks desperate. It makes Sunghoon gulp.

“What do you mean?” Sunghoon looks up with genuine confusion, eyes catching on the very deep flush that has spread over Jay’s sharp features. 

“Touched us like that, now I’m—” Jay looks down, bottom lip caught between his teeth, and when Sunghoon follows his gaze downwards he almost faints. 

Oh. 

Jay is hard. Painfully so, if the very evident tent in his sweatpants is enough to go by. It’s not totally uncommon under normal circumstances to get a boner, but Sunghoon knows why this time, and he’s willing to milk (pardon the pun) it, at least for a bit.

“Wait, you,” Sunghoon acts lost as he continues to stare, “me touching your ears and tail did that?”

“Don’t say that again,” Jay does sound angry now, realizing Sunghoon is still staring. “This is fucking weird, I feel hot all over, like I’m sick, it’s so—”

“Me too, I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” Jake sounds even more whiny and needy than Jay, stepping closer to the bed as he avoids eye contact with Sunghoon. A quick glance helps Sunghoon confirm that Jake is equally hard, tent in his shorts giving it away. “Fuck, Sunghoon, help.” 

Help? Sunghoon nearly chokes. What does help mean in this context? Sunghoon prefers to think it’s help with the cat dog situation, not the very obvious erections his best friends are sporting.

“Maybe it’s like a curse. I don’t know, why don’t you two try kissing? That works in movies and books,” Sunghoon pauses, to pathetically attempt to fix his mess of words, “I’m just spitballing here.”

The awkward silence that falls over the room is almost enough to kill Sunghoon. Jake and Jay look utterly baffled. Maybe he shouldn’t have suggested that. Is it too obvious he’s horny?

“What? Is this shit funny to you?” Jay sounds truly offended, cheeks still flushed pink. Interesting. “That’s fucking crazy, right Jake?”

“It’s,” Jake looks at Sunghoon and then at Jay, eye contact making his face feel hot. “An option, I guess. Listen, hey.  Don’t give me that look. I don’t wanna kiss you either.”

“It’s the worst option,” Jay lies, eyes catching on Jake’s pretty lips for a second too long. “Jake’s lips. On mine. Huh?”

Sunghoon finds it funny that they’re still trying to defend their pride when they have cute tails and ears and are hard from getting them caressed. Barely caressed too, Sunghoon would’ve touched them more if they would’ve been able to handle it.

“You can stay as a cat for the rest of your life, then. If that’s what you prefer,” Sunghoon sighs, fighting back a smile, “I’m not the one with ears and a tail.”

Yeah, Sunghoon might be a pervert. Yeah, he might want to watch his best friends kiss. It’s his birthday, who’s gonna blame him? A little gaslighting to watch your hot friends kiss should be allowed. 

Jay just shakes his head as his hand rubs over the back of his own neck, like he’s tense and puzzled. Something in him years for Jake, or Sunghoon, or anyone, because his body feels like it’s on fire and slowly consuming itself, but he won’t let that show so easily.

“First of all, I think your idea is terrible,” Jay shoots Sunghoon a bored look, turning back to Jake right away. “But I really don’t like this tail. And it’s way too sensitive, because why the fuck am I hard? I’m down to at least try. If it doesn’t work, we can strangle him together.” 

Jake tilts his head slightly with his eyes wide, like he can’t properly process that Jay just agreed. 

“Well, that was easy,” Jake jokes, smirking. “If you wanted to kiss me so bad, why didn’t you just say so?”

Sunghoon is so horny he can barely form a thought that makes any sense, and Jake and Jay are just talking. He doesn’t know if he’ll be able to stick around and survive if they actually kiss.

“Fuck you, I’m just desperate to try something,” Jay sits down on the edge of Sunghoon’s bed and Sunghoon scoots back further, pillow still on his lap, because that cannot go anywhere. It would be a tragedy of colossal proportions. Jake and Jay just got their new ears and tails touched, but Sunghoon doesn’t have an excuse for being rock hard, he just thinks all of this is hot as fuck. “Come here.” 

It still feels like a dream, but now more so than before, and perhaps it is. If that’s the case, Sunghoon really doesn’t want to wake up. His best friends are about to kiss, and it took them less than five minutes to agree to it. Sunghoon wonders how it feels, if their arousal was somehow incredibly heightened due to the transformation. 

Jay pulls Jake down to sit beside him, and Jake laughs softly to mask the fact that he’s nervous yet excited, eyes darting down to Jay’s lips. There’s enough tension in his room to suffocate, and Sunghoon for once isn’t mad at being just a bystander. Asphyxia actually doesn’t sound like a bad way to go if this is the image displayed before him as he does. 

“So, like a peck or something?” Jake asks, nibbling on his bottom lip. “Anything else would be a bit. You know.”

“Let’s try a peck for now,” Jay is unconsciously speaking softer now, low and a bit seductive, and Sunghoon wonders if he knows the detrimental effect that has on him. He’s so horny he could cry. “Don’t try anything funny, Jake.”

Jake scoffs, letting Jay place his hand at the base of his skull, fingers digging into soft strands of hair. Sunghoon holds his breath like a loser, awestricken at the fact that it worked. He doesn’t miss the painfully erotic way their tails move as they lean in close, Jay’s ear twitching when Jake is close enough to not be considered very friendly anymore, and the way Jake’s chest rises and falls rapidly, like he’s struggling to stay calm. 

When their lips finally touch, Sunghoon almost moans like a fucking pervert. They look beautiful even though they’re visibly tense, Jay’s back straight while Jake digs his fingers into his own thigh, like he doesn’t know what to do with his hands. They pull away as they promised after a quick kiss where their lips didn’t move at all, and both of their cheeks are pink now, lips parted and eyelids lowered. 

Sunghoon is about to groan out a stupid remark, like you’ve gotta sell it or you won’t manage anything with that lack of enthusiasm, but his jaw drops when he realizes he doesn’t even have to. This has to be one of his wet dreams, seriously.

“Maybe we,” Jake stares at Jay’s lips like he’s drawn to them by an uncontrollable force, and it makes Sunghoon’s stomach churn. “Let’s try that again.” 

Sunghoon watches it all unfold, heart hammering against his chest. Jay doesn’t complain, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip before Jake leans in quickly, bringing his hand to rest over Jay’s waist. Jay squirms at the touch, sensitive like a real cat, and Jake smiles cunningly before their lips meet again. This time, their mouths are not sealed shut. They’re hungry for it after a quick taste. It’s a ravenous open-mouthed kiss, hot and wet, and Sunghoon can only stare, as still and quiet as he can manage to be.

Jake licks into Jay’s mouth, a bold move fueled by how badly he truly wants it, and Jay pulls back for a quick second to bite into his own bottom lip, arousal so overwhelming it feels like it’s coiling around his throat. He doesn’t know what they’re doing anymore, or why, but he feels like he wants to eat Jake whole after kissing for less than a minute, and it’s both the scariest and most thrilling thing ever. He doesn’t want to stop.

Jay returns the action, leaning in to lick into Jake’s open mouth, and he smiles when Jake moans softly. Apparently, Jake doesn’t want to stop either. He pulls back, lips wet, breathing pattern erratic. 

“We haven’t changed back, Jake,” there’s a playful smirk drawn over Jay’s face while he speaks, “should we stop?”

Jay knows he doesn’t want to stop. Perhaps he wants to audibly confirm Jake is as affected by this whole ordeal as he is, hard cock twitching in his shorts. They can blame it on the weird events of the night some other time, but right now all that matters is how good it feels to finally be touched by someone and the fact that kissing Jake doesn’t feel as foreign as he thought it would.

Jake doesn’t respond verbally. Instead, he almost throws himself over Jay, knocking his torso down to rest over Sunghoon’s bed. 

“I think we can do more,” Jake whispers as he leans over Jay, dipping his head to press another dirty kiss to his pretty lips, sucking the bottom one into his mouth. Jay groans, resisting the piercing urge to tangle his hands in Jake’s hair and pull, closing his eyes as Jake tips his head back slightly, tugging on his lip like an actual dog, and Sunghoon can’t help but gasp. 

“You’re truly something,” Jay turns his head to the side to speak, panting through his words, and Jake makes a frustrated sound before he licks a thick stripe over Jay’s sharp jawline, eyes immediately going wide when he pulls away and realizes what he just did. 

Sunghoon is sure he looks pretty fucking dumb, but the scene in front of him makes goosebumps erupt all over his milky skin. They both stay silent as Jay looks at Jake with an equally shocked expression, mouth ajar, bringing his hand up to touch the wet streak. 

“I’m sorry, that was too much, I don’t—” Jake struggles with his words, shaking his head. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me. I can’t control it, Jay, I swear, I—”

Jay stares at Jake with fear in his eyes, because he can’t recognize either of them, and he doesn’t feel in control of the situation or his own body. He didn’t realize it before, too caught up in their kiss to think of anything.

“Jake, I also feel—” Jay gulps, like he can’t finish his words. He turns his head to look at Sunghoon, who’s staring at the pair with wide eyes. “What else can we do? Think, Sunghoon, I’m going fucking crazy here.”

Jay’s hands are wrapped around Jake’s forearms, like he’s keeping him close because he needs to, cock hard and body overtaken by lust. It drives Sunghoon insane.

“I don’t,” Sunghoon says, barely loud enough to be heard, pausing as he tries not to moan at the fact that both Jay and Jake still look insatiable, “I don’t have any other ideas. You’ll just have to stay like this until it goes away.”

Forever, hopefully, Sunghoon wants to say. He figures it’s best to not let his cock speak for him.

“Or,” Jake says softly, looking right into Sunghoon’s eyes as he does. “Maybe we need you.”

Me? Sunghoon wants to ask, but instead he opens and closes his mouth like a stupid fish out of water, too overwhelmed by just the thought of whatever Jake is implying to form any coherent words. 

“Wait, what?”

“That could work,” Jay’s eyes widen after he speaks, pushing himself up and crawling (Oh fuck, crawling, with his tail swaying behind him), up the bed towards Sunghoon, who scoots back until he’s met with the headboard pressing against his back, hand still holding the pillow on his lap in place. “You’d let us try?”

“Try what?” Sunghoon nearly wheezes as Jake comes to sit on his left. He’s stuck between two sexy hybrids, and it should be terrifying, but in reality he’s so horny he feels like he needs to go jog five miles.

“Can we kiss you?” Jake asks, and Sunghoon nearly explodes, biting into his bottom lip quickly to stop himself from screaming out loud. He had not heard Jake ask that even in his explicit dreams. “Might be worth a try.”

Sunghoon painfully realizes he would never forgive himself for denying their offer, dream or not, so he nods rapidly, giving Jake and Jay the freedom to do as they please.

Jake hastily grabs his chin and leans in, pressing a quick kiss to his lips that knocks the air right out of his lungs. He thought about this many times, and now that it’s actually happening, it proves to be too much for him. Jake tastes good, his lips feel soft and comfortable over Sunghoon’s own—just like Sunghoon always imagined.

Sunghoon lets himself close his eyes, trying to kiss Jake back with the same urge and fervor, clutching the pillow closer to his crotch for his own safety. He can’t even keep up. Jake is kissing him like he’s starving, lapping at his lips while panting, and Sunghoon gets so into it that he lets his free hand come up to Jake’s head. When his fingers come in contact with Jake’s ear, a panicked moan leaves Jake’s wet lips, and he throws his head back as he holds onto Sunghoon’s face by the jaw. 

“So sensitive,” Jake moans, and Sunghoon stares as he swallows heavily, cock jumping at Jake’s words. “Why do you keep touching me there?”

Jake smiles softly while he asks, and Sunghoon knows it’s not a request for him to stop.

“I’m just curious,” Sunghoon responds, his words only half truthful, licking over his lips when Jake stares at them. “Should I stop?”

Jake doesn’t have time to answer, the word no very close to bubbling up his throat, because Jay quickly grabs Sunghoon’s face and turns it towards him roughly, leaning in and smashing their lips together like he’s trying to pick a fight rather than break a curse or whatever their friendly excuse to make out was. 

“Do you really wanna turn back, or did you just really wanna kiss me?” Sunghoon asks during a quick second where he pulls away, and Jay makes an offended expression, deciding to get back at Sunghoon for the weird question by leaning back in and biting down on his bottom lip harder than he should, Sunghoon’s hand coming up to tug on the black hair at the back of his head. “Ow, that fucking hurts.”

“Don’t say things like that then,” Jay stares at Sunghoon’s lips the whole time he speaks, and it’s truly astounding to Sunghoon that they’re both so gone in arousal that they can’t think of anything else except being kissed and touched, “we’re just using you to turn back.”

Sunghoon hums, leaning over to find Jay’s tail. The panic in Jay’s eyes is evident, and he’s quickly using his feet on the bed to push himself back to try to avoid it, back arching prettily when Sunghoon finally finds it and clamps his hand around it. He lets out a shuddered breath that gives away the fact that he doesn’t just care about turning back.

“You’ve still got your tail, I think,” Sunghoon says, a coy expression drawn on his face, and Jay can’t even respond. He lets his head fall onto Sunghoon’s shoulder and he whines, long and unashamed, as Sunghoon moves his hand up to stroke his tail slightly. “Kissing me didn’t work, unfortunately.”

The tension in the air can only be described as overwhelming as Jay shudders against him. Sometimes, silence speaks louder than a thousand words. As expected, Jake breaks first. 

“I don’t care about turning back anymore,” Jake admits suddenly, breathless, and Sunghoon tilts his head to look at him. “I just need help, I’m so—”

“What do you need?” Sunghoon asks, hoping the answer is what he imagines, finding himself leaning in closer to Jake without realizing. Jake is too far gone now, and so is Sunghoon, too lost in the moment to realize they should stop and think of an actual solution to this mess.

“I’m so hard,” Jake admits, teeth digging into his reddened lip as he does, words coming out more like whines than anything else. “Help me, please?”

“With that?” Sunghoon asks, looking down at Jake’s crotch. It’s unbelievable to him, really, so he can’t help but ask again for good measure, like it’s so perfectly taken straight out of his wet dreams that it seems more like an illusion than reality.

“Fuck, I mean, I know it’s weird, I’m sorry,” Jake is nervous again, trying to cover how hard he is with his hands, and Sunghoon thinks it’s the hottest thing ever. Jake and Jay’s bodies are plotting against them, from the ears on their heads to how hard they are between their legs, and Sunghoon can’t help but capitalize on it. Because it’s his birthday and because he’s suffered enough. “My body is just—”

“It’s okay,” Sunghoon says, barely above a whisper, cupping Jake’s face with his hand. Jake leans into the touch, his lips grazing over the palm of Sunghoon’s hand, just like Sunghoon imagined he would as his pet. Holy fuck. “I feel a bit weird too.”

Jake looks down at him with confusion in his eyes, and Sunghoon gulps as he moves the pillow on his lap to the side, tucking his chin to look down at his very obvious erection. 

It was dumb, in hindsight, but Sunghoon is so horny he feels like he’s now acting out a script which, much to his sexually charged despair, is controlled by Jake and Jay.

The gasp Jake lets out when he sees it almost makes Sunghoon whimper, because Jay is suddenly staring too, arm snaking up Sunghoon’s chest and shoulders to grip the hair at the base of his skull. He pulls, Sunghoon’s head snapping back as he lets out a pained grunt.

There’s not a rational explanation for it, and Jake and Jay both know that. Sunghoon is hard, outline clear in his sweatpants, and it’s entirely due to the fact that his two best friends have somehow turned into cat and dog hybrids. It somehow feels to Sunghoon like he’s been caught, like they know it all now—the terrible Japan incidents and everything else.

“You pervert,” Jay says, looking down again and noticing that Sunghoon’s cock is threatening to burst out of his sweats. “You like it, huh? Us like this?” 

Sunghoon’s insides feel hot and liquified, arousal on the brink of spilling out of his body through a loud sound he would probably regret for years. He inevitably feels like prey as Jake and Jay stare him down like they’re taking in the whole expanse of his body and not just how obviously hard he is.

“I think he does,” Jake says, before Sunghoon has time to run out of the room or melt into a puddle between the two of them and seep into his mattress. “Do you, Sunghoon?”

Seriously. If this is a dream, is it supposed to be the good kind? Sunghoon is so distressed he feels like words will come out in a language not from this world. 

“Well,” Sunghoon begins, once he’s mustered up the strength to say something, “can’t say I hate it.”

Jay’s laugh is so genuine and loud that it’s jarring, and Sunghoon winces. “How hard you are definitely tells us all we need to know.”

“Since none of this feels real, you know,” Jake is speaking but his eyes are locked on Sunghoon’s crotch, like he can’t wait, and it makes Sunghoon dizzy. It feels like the whole room is spinning, and that’s not just because he’s so hard he can feel his pulse through his cock. “Need some help with that?”

Sunghoon doesn’t know what to do. After months of dreaming about this moment, the possibility of doing this in real life somehow seems inherently wrong, because this is actually a bit of an emergency; his best friends have turned into a half cat and a half dog, and it shouldn’t be this sexy. But it is, especially when Jay leans close to him, enough for his ear to graze Sunghoon’s hair. 

“Not gonna answer?”

Sunghoon groans loudly, because of course it would be Jay who torments him now, when he’s literally never needed it less. 

“Play with us,” Jake adds, and his words are dripping with desperation, Sunghoon can hear it, as clearly as he hears Jay lightly chuckle right next to his head. It’s too much. “Please?”

Sunghoon can only whine. It translates to yes, and maybe Jake and Jay developed a sixth sense, because they immediately understand.

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It was nearly instantaneous, like their newly developed instincts pushed them to get to it as soon as they could, and Sunghoon found himself sitting on the edge of his bed with his sweats pooled around his ankles before he had time to digest the fact that Jake and Jay tugged off his clothes like they were hungry for him.

Maybe it was a good thing that those minutes got blurred around the edges and arousal made them hazy, because Jay and Jake didn’t have time to make a funny remark about how Sunghoon’s hard cock sprung out of his sweats, flushed and leaking at the tip.

“Can’t believe you convinced me to do this,” Jay says, giving Jake a nasty side-eye. Convinced is a wild exaggeration, because Jake simply implied they should give Sunghoon head together and Jay was on his feet before he even finished. “You go first.”

“Why me?” Jake asks, but in reality he doesn’t mind, blinking up at Sunghoon who stares unashamedly. 

Sunghoon is certain he’s seen this before in his dirty fantasies, and that’s the most embarrassing part—both of them on their knees between his legs, blushing as they take in the view of him, all of him; his shirt rolled up to his ribs where his muscles visibly flutter under his skin, naked from the waist down. 

Their tails are clearly visible behind their backs, and Sunghoon has to really focus to not follow the movement with his eyes like he’s also a dog as he opens his mouth to speak.

“This is,” Sunghoon says, quickly pausing. Hot, insane, is what he wants to say. Instead, he shakes his head. “You two look good down there.”

Jake’s eyes widen, his ears perking up like he enjoyed hearing that, and Sunghoon has to use up all his self-control to not ejaculate prematurely (untouched, by the way). Jay only clicks his tongue as he looks off to the side. 

“Can also make you feel good,” Jake teases, soft smile drawn on his face as he leans forward, and when the very hot skin of his hand wraps around the base of his cock, Sunghoon’s own hand flies up to his mouth and his eyes squeeze shut violently like he’s been gravely injured. 

He lets out a sharp, pathetic sound under his own hand, because how the fuck could he not. Jake’s hand is wrapped around his cock, and although he jerked off to the idea plenty, he never really expected it to happen. 

“Holy shit, Sunghoon,” Jay’s tone is aggravating, and Sunghoon can hear the smile between his words, “you’re really into this.” 

Sunghoon is forced to open his eyes and attempt to regain some composure, deciding to rest his left hand on his own bare thigh while his right rests over his stomach. 

“Shut up,” Sunghoon responds, and in almost comedic timing Jake drags his fist up, and Sunghoon almost makes a fool out of himself by letting out a ridiculous little please instead of what he wanted to say next. “I’m just horny.” 

“Keep your eyes open,” Jake says, and his voice does something to Sunghoon’s core that almost feels criminal. “For science.” 

Science. Sunghoon wonders what the science is behind your two hot best friends jerking you off in your room. If anything, how quickly he’ll finish all over them will have to be studied. 

Jake's fist is wrapped around his cock just how he likes it, tight enough for the slow strokes to pleasure him but not tight enough to hurt, and Sunghoon wonders why or how, teeth digging into his bottom lip when Jake’s fist situates itself right below his head.

Sunghoon is holding his breath without realizing it, like he’s preparing for a massive hit or just can’t manage enough proper brain activity for a common bodily function. Jake is looking up at him like he’s waiting for Sunghoon to beg, hand wrapped tight around his cock, face way too close to it, and Jay is looking up to him too but for different reasons entirely. Sunghoon is sure Jay just wants to watch him suffer, as usual.

“Please,”  Sunghoon whimpers, before he has time to consider the grave implications of how pathetic that sounds, “I can’t.” 

“Can’t what?” Jay quickly asks, and Sunghoon wants to slap his dumb smirk right off, but he’s horny enough to let it slide. “Tell us what you want.”

Sunghoon makes an exasperated noise, because there is no way in hell he’s this close to getting head from his two best friends who he’s been wanting for a while and they’re making him beg for it. He’s never been this hard in his life, he’s pretty sure, and the realization is mortifying enough.

Everyone saw it coming, even Sunghoon himself, but he eventually does break. After just a few seconds, which makes it objectively a lot worse.

“Please give me head.”

Sunghoon sounds absolutely pathetic, face contorted in an expression that almost makes it seem like he’s in pain. Jay’s ears do the thing, and Jake looks at Jay and smiles, tail wagging behind his back. 

Oh God. Sunghoon is so fucking cooked. 

They both lean in, closing in on Sunghoon’s cock with mischief scribbled all over their faces, and their cheeks press together before Jake swipes his tongue over the crown of his cock. Needless to say, Sunghoon feels like he was just fly kicked in the stomach.

“Fuck, Jake,” Sunghoon sounds panicked, gripping the fabric of his shirt that rests over his abdomen, like he needs to grab something, anything, and Jay clicks his tongue. “That’s so—”

“What?” Jake asks, lips lightly grazing Sunghoon’s sensitive head as he does, fully on purpose, “didn’t even do much, damn.” 

“You asked for it,” Jay adds in, and he lets his nose rest against Jake’s cheek as he looks up at Sunghoon through the corner of his eye. Holy fuck. “Didn’t you?”

Sunghoon doesn’t even notice he was asked a question. In fact, he can’t even recall hearing Jay speak at all. His eyes are locked on how Jay feels the skin of Jake’s soft cheek with his nose, like a real cat, and the way Jake swipes his tongue over his head repeatedly, taking short little pauses between each torturous lick, and how Jay is so close he could probably join him, and—

“Just,” Sunghoon leans forward, beyond impatient now, and he places his hands behind their heads. Both of their ears react to that, and Sunghoon’s stomach sinks. “Fucking get to it, oh my God.”

Begging them to just get to it proves to be another one of Sunghoon’s dumb impulsive decisions, and he very quickly figures this out. 

Jake and Jay kiss again, but this time the sensitive head of Sunghoon's cock is caught between their eager mouths, and Sunghoon curls his fingers into their hair when their lips brush over his slit. It’s almost too much, but Sunghoon takes it in silence, because he already knows what they’ll say. Didn’t you ask us to just get to it?

It's an overwhelming flurry of emotions. Every time Jay opens his mouth, Jake slides into it, and Sunghoon feels it, head tipping back as their warm tongues flutter over his most sensitive spot. 

He can’t stop himself from letting out little sounds of pleasure occasionally, eyelids lowered in an almost drunken stupor as they continue to lick into each other’s mouths. Jake loves to make a show out of it, tongue circling the crown before thrusting into Jay’s small mouth and repeating until his chin is slick with drool. Jay is more hesitant, instead using his lips to gently caress the side of his head between kisses. 

The combination is brutal, and Sunghoon finds himself taking drastic measures so soon that he surprises even himself. He repositions his body, shifting his hips forward and grabbing Jake’s jaw with both hands to make him face forward. 

“Puppy,” Sunghoon says, and Jake’s eyes widen. In shock, or embarrassment, or arousal, or a mix of all three. “Open up for me?”

He does, and Sunghoon nearly passes out. It looks much more obscene than he imagined, Jake letting his jaw go lax as his tongue falls out of his mouth obediently, like he’s waiting for a treat. Jay watches, his hand securely placed around Jake’s neck. 

Sunghoon pulls Jake forward softly, and when Jake’s tongue comes in contact with the head of his cock he nearly knees Jay in the face. Jake instantly wraps his lips around the whole head, blinking up at Sunghoon like he’s looking for approval, applying enough suction to make Sunghoon’s breath hitch. 

“He looks fucking pretty,” Jay says, annoyed at the fact that watching Jake give head is affecting him this much, while Jake takes Sunghoon further into his hot mouth, and Sunghoon can’t even process the words when this looks and feels so good. Jay takes advantage of the silence to lean in and lick a wet stripe up Jake’s neck that makes Jake whine with Sunghoon’s cock still in his mouth, and oh. Sunghoon nearly passes out.

“Yeah,” Sunghoon says, not sure what he’s even answering yeah to, fingers tensing against Jake’s jaw when Jake takes him as far as he can, pulling back with a soft gag that makes Sunghoon’s stomach jump. “So pretty, fuck.”

Jake’s tail starts wagging immediately, fast movements from left to right that make Sunghoon feel lightheaded. All because he was called pretty?

Sunghoon lets out a soft moan when Jake immediately takes him into his mouth again, working the base with his fist while he takes him down to the middle of his shaft, tongue pressed flat against the underside to feel the soft ridges of the veins there. He tries to take Sunghoon into his throat again, but dipping his head further makes him gag once more, and this time he pulls away with a string of thickened saliva connecting his mouth to Sunghoon’s cock. 

Jay gasps. “Dumb dog, you’re fucking choking.” 

Jake moans immediately, resting his arms over a shocked Sunghoon’s thighs and letting his head drop in shame. 

“Don’t call me that,” Jake whines, even though he nearly came untouched. 

Jay smiles as he presses closer to Jake and their shoulders bump together, and they’re so close that Sunghoon doesn’t know who to focus on. Without warning, he grabs Sunghoon’s cock and begins to jerk him off while he presses his tongue flat against the head. The reaction is instant—Sunghoon throws his arms behind his back to hold his torso up, watching Jay with his mouth hanging open, and he looks so dumb like this, so lost in pleasure. 

Jake watches with lust-ridden eyes, teeth digging into his bottom lip. “Look at you, lapping at Sunghoon’s cock like a real kitty.” 

Jay makes a noise of complaint, tail flicking angrily behind his back, but he doesn’t stop. It proves to be far too amusing for Jake, who only sees the cute reaction as an excuse to bother Jay further. He reaches for Jay’s tail with a playful smile, running his fingers along the curve of it softly before Jay elbows him in the ribs.

Sunghoon doesn’t even know if he’s still present. He’s got his head resting over his own shoulder, arms behind his back threatening to give out at any second because Jay’s small mouth looks obscene stretched over his hard cock, and his eyebrows are furrowed like he’s concentrated as he lowers his head to push more of Sunghoon into the wet heat. 

Jay whines again, with Sunghoon halfway into his mouth, and Sunghoon’s eyes almost roll entirely back into his head. 

“Stop touching it,” Jay pulls back to say, turning to face a giggly Jake. The latter still doesn’t care, too fascinated by the way Jay’s face grows redder every time his tail gets touched and the way his whole body tenses up like a scared cat. 

Sunghoon snaps out of his trance when Jake makes an adorable sound, hand wrapped around Jay’s wrist as Jay holds one of his ears in his grasp. His grip is gentle yet threatening, and Sunghoon considers seriously just jerking off as he watches everything unfold. 

“I said stop it, mutt. Do you need a shock collar?” 

“You can share,” Sunghoon suggests, mind cloudy with arousal, and Jake and Jay both look up at him. “I’m here for both of you.”

Yeah. Maybe that was fucking dumb. Again. 

Jake and Jay do share, but it inevitably happens by endangering Sunghoon’s life as they suck him off together, lips pressed to either side of his head while their tongues touch and overlap, faster and harder this time. It almost feels natural for Sunghoon to reach towards them with both hands and stroke their hair, but the way they pick up the speed and intensity when he does almost makes him see double. 

“Fuck, you two are hungry,” Sunghoon says, panting through his words, feeling like he’ll seriously come soon if they don’t stop, “I don’t know how much more I can—”

Jake and Jay don’t care. They want to see him come undone, and they feel in control until Sunghoon uses his thumbs to stroke both of their ears, and the sound that leaves Jake’s mouth is so sinful that everything just stops for a second. 

“That—Sunghoon, ah—” Jake stutters through his words, shuddering as Sunghoon continues to roll the flap of his cute ear between his fingers and scratch behind it, and it’s so much that Jake tips his head back. “I think I’ll come if you keep—”

“Yeah?” Sunghoon interrupts Jake to ask, jaw slack as he unashamedly stares, and Jay looks fucked out already as his highly sensitive ears get touched too, and it’s the most beautiful scene he’s ever witnessed and he just can’t believe it’s real. 

Jake nods hurriedly, pleading with his eyes, and Sunghoon lets out an unintelligible sound, too horny to consider just how fucked up that is when Jake is his best friend. 

“Thank you master,” Jake says, and Jay bites down on his bottom lip, too aroused to make a smartass remark or call Jake pathetic. His words make Sunghoon’s breath hitch, and he quickly stops, too afraid he’ll come. He pulls his hands back and gulps as they stare up at him, eyes half-lidded and chests rising and falling through panicked breaths. 

“I need more,” Jake admits, shame now long gone, and Sunghoon swears he sees Jay nod, and oh my God what does more even mean? Sunghoon thinks it’s a miracle he didn’t explode at any point during what just took place. “Please, Sunghoon, will you play with us more?”

Play with them. With Jake and Jay. It sounds like every wet dream he’s ever had but better. Sunghoon can only stare up at them while they get up on their feet, and for a quick second he feels like the only pet in the room is himself. 

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Sunghoon isn’t sure how much time has passed. Every minute feels like an hour when he’s so on edge, body tense and limbs trembling. He can’t really show it, not when he’s got Jake and Jay thrown over his bed like they’re his. 

They argued for a while like an actual cat and dog, Jay groaning about being first and Jake giggling while holding him down. Everything was blurry, and Sunghoon finds himself being begged to fuck them both, when he’s so hard and dizzy he doesn’t even know if he can stand for long enough to.

Jay’s hurry up somehow makes Sunghoon blush harder than the explicit squelching sound the bottle of lube makes when he first coats his long fingers. Everything about this is so excruciatingly embarrassing to the three of them it feels like it could kill them, but it also feels right—especially because Jay is holding a pillow close to his chest, ears flicking when Sunghoon first rubs his wet fingers over his tight hole, and because Jake has now flipped over and is watching Jay’s body react like a curious puppy, ass up and ready. 

Sunghoon literally doesn’t want the night to come to an end. He would keep them forever, if he could. Always at the foot of his bed and ready.

“Stop teasing, what the fuck are y—” Jay’s words are cut short, breath faltering as Sunghoon’s slicked up middle finger slips through. Jay immediately tenses up, fingers digging into the pillow he’s holding. If he had claws, he'd pierce right through it. “Sunghoon, holy fuck, that—” 

Jay already sounds broken, and that’s just one finger. It drives Sunghoon to levels of insanity he had never experienced before, and he lets out a shuddered breath he didn’t know he was holding at the feeling of Jay’s warmth. 

“Mmm, it’s master now,” Jake says, voice dripping in arousal, and Jay’s mouth falls open. Jake knows the word drives Sunghoon fucking mad, and he can’t help but smile when Sunghoon looks affected, as if hearing it is just too much. “You’re his little kitty now, right?” 

Jay actually reaches for Jake with a groan instead of answering, like he’d scratch his cheek if he could, and Sunghoon just watches, head spinning from the overwhelming arousal. 

“More, Sunghoon, he can take it,” Jake continues, cheek pressed into Sunghoon’s mattress as he keeps staring at Jay. “Cats in heat need to be—”

Jay makes a sound that sounds way too much like a hiss that interrupts Jake when Sunghoon slides in a second finger, and as embarrassing as it is, Sunghoon fucking whines. He imagines getting Jay a cute white collar with a tiny bell that jingles with every thrust, and the thought itself is almost enough to send him into a horny coma. 

“See? You’re taking him so well,” Jake comments in the tone that never fails to piss Jay off, eyes glued to the way Sunghoon’s two fingers pump in and out of Jay lazily. “You might take it better than me.”

“Shut up,” Jay lets out through loud exasperated breaths, back arching unwillingly as Sunghoon rubs him harder, deeper. “You’ll probably bark or something. You’re drooling already.”

Images are being supplied to Sunghoon that make him feel lightheaded, and he doesn’t really know if an hour or two passed but he’s already three fingers in, one hand firmly holding Jay’s thigh while the other works his hole, fingers loosening him up nicely. 

Jay feels ready around Sunghoon’s digits after some time, and he’s already warming up to the idea of getting fucked, ears as lowered as his eyelids are, cheeks flushed a deep pink that makes Jake want to kiss them and make him meow . Like he’s waiting to get bred, hard cock resting over his lower abdomen. 

“Me next,” Jake whines, letting his legs come down to rest on the floor while his body lays over the edge of Sunghoon’s bed. “Wanna feel your fingers.” 

Sunghoon melts, pulling his fingers out of Jay in a quick motion that makes the latter gasp as his ears perk up. He feels like he’s not in control at all even though he’s the one fingering them, and it tugs at his ego harder than he expected. 

The moment Sunghoon steadies Jake’s hip with his left hand, Jake’s tail starts wagging from where he’s bent over, like he can’t even wait. Sunghoon can’t do anything except stare, fingers coated in lube, and he wishes he could immortalize this moment to get off to it later. 

“Can’t even control your own fucking tail,” Jay says with a smile, as if Sunghoon’s fingers alone weren’t just making him feel dumb and sluggish, “and you expect me to believe you’ll be able to take him?”

Jake only makes a cute frustrated sound that comes out muffled against the soft mattress. The motion of his fluffy tail is hypnotizing, and Sunghoon starts rubbing the pads of his fingers over his hole before he realizes, too drawn to the way his body reacts to even process what he’s doing. 

“Don’t tease,” Jake whines, fisting both of his hands into Sunghoon’s sheets, and he barely tries to get another word out before Sunghoon starts sliding the first digit in, slow but steady, and Jake lets out a low groan that Sunghoon and Jay both swear almost broke off into what could be considered a growl. “Fuck, fuck, I’m—”

Sunghoon tries to relax as he gives Jake time to adjust to the feeling, but he can’t. His whole body is shaking, and Jay’s words only make it infinitely worse.

“How does it feel, puppy? Being on the receiving end?” Jay teases, now more recovered from the painful yet delicious stretch of Sunghoon’s long fingers, scooting closer to speak right above where Jake’s head rests. “All bark no bite, huh?”

“Shut up,” Jake moans, insides hot and liquified due to the use of puppy again, and Sunghoon is slowly pushing in a second finger next to his first, and the burn makes Jake’s ears jump. His tail is still wagging hard and fast, and Sunghoon for a quick second wonders just how harder it would move if he actually got fucked before the thought proves to be too much for him in his current patethic state. 

Sunghoon doesn’t even know when the third finger gets added, but Jake is lifting his hips subtly with every shove of his fingers like he’s trying to meet him halfway, and Jay notices, smirking before he starts petting Jake, fingers weaving through his dark hair. 

“Gonna come, already?” Jay asks, thumb rubbing against Jake’s right ear. Jake’s reaction is instant, and he shakes his head to make it stop as he lets out a panicked moan. Sunghoon’s fingers stop moving inside him. “So it’s true that dogs can’t control their instincts.” 

Jake whines again. It sounds so pretty. Sunghoon can't keep track of how many times he’s been dangerously close to passing out tonight. 

“Bark for it, Jake, if you want more than just fingers.” 

Immediately, Jake does. Like he wanted to for a while. It catches both Sunghoon and Jay off guard. The actual woof sound is perfect, and he lets out a shorter whine right after that probably means he’s heavily embarrassed, and Sunghoon swears if he were inside Jake he would’ve emptied his load right there.

It’s too much. Their competitive exchange drives Sunghoon mad, surprisingly more so than the wet sound of his thoroughly slicked up fingers stretching Jake. He pulls his hand away before he faints, in love with the surprisingly high-pitched muffled mmph sound that leaves Jake once his fingers are fully out.

He’s not sure what he wants to do first, and Jay is staring right at him, judging or begging or simply waiting, and Sunghoon struggles to reach the condoms laid over his mattress like an idiot. It’s like his brain isn’t working anymore when Jake and Jay need him most. 

“I think this won’t do,” Jay comments casually, smirking as he watches Sunghoon struggle with opening the condom packet in his hand. Jake flips over to watch, hard cock fully in display, and Sunghoon gulps hard as he keeps trying to get it to open. On the inside, he’s fucking screaming.

“Can he even do it?” Jake asks, like Sunghoon isn’t even there, and the inevitable feeling of dread mixed with heavy arousal that washes over Sunghoon is almost enough to make him fall to his knees in front of his supposed pets. It’s obvious by now the roles have been reversed, but Sunghoon still struggles to accept it. 

“Don’t think so,” Jay says, sighing after his words, and that’s the last thing Sunghoon remembers hearing before he drowns out all noise, body turning to jelly as Jay and Jake both get up to grab him—Jake’s arms around his shoulders and Jay’s hands over his hips. He’s so out of it he misses the let us take care of you, and perhaps it’s better for his sanity that he does.

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As it turns out, taking care of Sunghoon apparently meant killing him, or attempting to. Sunghoon realizes his best friends care very little about him as he struggles to take Jake’s fingers face down ass up, prominent knuckles catching on his rim every time Jake pulls them out to push them back in. 

It’s awful enough, but it’s worse when he’s laying between Jay’s legs and Jay is petting him like he’s the dog, shushing him when he gets too loud and laughing softly when Sunghoon grabs anything he can.

“You feel so good,” Jake whines, and Sunghoon makes a pained expression that is a product of both Jake’s fingers inside him and his dirty words. Sunghoon can’t see, but he imagines Jake’s tail is wagging again, and it makes him feel dizzy. “Can’t wait to fuck you.”

Sunghoon knew where this was going, but he still opens his eyes and gasps when Jake says it, and Jay hums softly. 

“I think he wants it now, his eyes got all big and pretty right there.”

Sunghoon practically mewls, both at Jay’s words and the feeling of Jake pulling out all of his fingers at once, and he quickly grabs Jay’s thighs to distract him and prevent the comment about how much he just sounded like an actual cat. Wow, Sunghoon, it’s like you should be the one with ears and a tail!

“Yeah?” Jake asks, lubed up and ready to go, “master wants it?”

Master. Sunghoon wonders if he’ll make it to the morning alive. 

“Answer,” Jay laughs, stroking his cock as he looks down at Sunghoon’s flushed face. “Beg the puppy to fuck you good.”

Jake almost has enough time to bite back at Jay for the demeaning pet name yet again, but Sunghoon is so riled up he doesn’t have time to care about anything other than getting off, so he beats Jake to it. 

“Please, puppy, please fuck me.”

Both Jay and Jake’s ears jump at that, and Jay doesn’t miss the way Jake narrows his eyes, like he’s fully thinking about breeding Sunghoon now, and he can’t help but find that hot as fuck. 

“Mmm, since you asked so nicely,” Jake lies, knowing full well he would’ve gone for it even if Sunghoon would’ve been too shy to beg for it audibly, because he’s been horny and desperate ever since the change happened and he can feel his hips jumping as he speaks, like his body is requesting Sunghoon’s tight heat on its own. 

Jake’s tongue peeks out of his mouth when he begins to push into Sunghoon’s slicked up hole, ears perked up as his tail swings behind his back, because it looks and feels so good, especially the way Sunghoon squirms in Jay’s grasp. 

“You’ve got the dog all excited,” Jay laughs, eyes jumping up to catch the blissed out expression on Jake’s face as he inches deeper into Sunghoon. “You must feel good, huh?”

“So tight,” Jake answers, since all Sunghoon can do is let out a string of pained whimpers he muffles on Jay. “I think he should be our pet.”

Jake’s words, as embarrassing as they are to hear out loud, make Sunghoon moan. 

“Are you agreeing?” Jay asks, running his fingers through Sunghoon’s hair once Jake is fully situated inside him. “Use your human words, come on.”

Sunghoon feels Jake deep, and Jay’s fingers in his hair make goosebumps erupt all over his skin, and it’s all so overwhelming he can’t help it. The yes comes out pathetic and whiny, an octave higher than his regular tone of voice, and it’s all Jake needs to start actually fucking him, dragging out slowly before slamming back in to the base with a quick motion. 

“Good, that’s right,” Jay says, voice dropping an octave lower, the opposite of Sunghoon’s needy and uncontrollable sounds, “you’re our little pet.” 

Being called their little pet in this situation, when both of their new ears are resting over their heads and their new tails are swinging behind their backs is nothing short of insane, but Sunghoon doesn’t even have half a brain left to feel mortified about it. He can only feel the stretch, and it surprisingly feels good enough to let them do whatever they want. 

Jay takes a moment to really stare at Jake, and the sight is almost enough to make him finish all over Sunghoon’s pretty face. He’s flushed heavily from his cheeks all the way down to his chest, his tongue is still hanging partially out of his mouth, his eyebrows are pulled close together in concentration, and his ears just won’t stop moving. He looks overwhelmed, in the best way possible, and the way his eyes are glued to Sunghoon’s ass is enough for Jay to think dogboy Jake might actually be cute.

“You’re gripping me so good,” Jake whines, and Jay looks down to witness the way Sunghoon’s eyes nearly roll back into his head at the explicit words, and his mouth looks so pretty when it falls open in a breathy exhale that Jay can’t help but slide his thumb into it. Sunghoon’s whole face burns, because he realizes too late he starts sucking on Jay’s thumb like he was asked to when he wasn’t. 

“What a good toy,” Jay says, stroking himself faster now, and Sunghoon can very clearly hear the wet sounds of his hand working his cock from where his head is resting. It’s a lethal combination when Jake’s moans are added in, and Sunghoon seriously thinks he could come untouched if this continues. “You’ve rendered the dog speechless.” 

Jake huffs, leaning over until his body weight rests over Sunghoon, cock still buried deep, and he bites whatever expanse of skin he can find, ears perking up as Sunghoon muffles a loud sound of pleasure and pain into Jay’s skin. Jay just watches, thinking it’s only normal for a dog to want to bite.

Jake lets out a grunt as he digs his fingers into Sunghoon’s hips harder once back to his original position, thrusting fast. “I don’t think I’ll last much longer if—”

“Let me try him,” Jay interrupts, and for a moment Jake considers telling him to just fuck off until he looks into Jay’s eyes and notices how utterly hungry he looks, like the sounds of his hips slapping against Sunghoon’s ass are driving him mad, and Jake complies because his legs already feel like they’re about to give out. “Come take care of him.” 

Sunghoon feels like a toy bought for the pets to share as he feels Jake pull out and Jay get up, and for a second he’s left there naked and shaking, every part of his body hot and tingly. It felt good and he needs more, but he just can’t say it out loud. 

Jay’s hands flipping him to lay on his back by his hips feel electric since Sunghoon is so on edge. It makes Jake chuckle as he positions himself, with Sunghoon’s head almost resting on his thigh where his legs are open. 

Sunghoon feels so vulnerable like this, so exposed, that he can’t help but cover his face with his hands in shame when Jay slips right into him in a way that knocks the air out of him. He’s thicker than Jake, Sunghoon can feel it, and as foreign as this all feels Sunghoon fears he’ll end up getting addicted to it. 

“You weren’t lying, he’s pulling me right in,” Jay exhales after his words, taking in the beautiful expanse of Sunghoon’s naked body. It’s much easier to appreciate now that he’s on his back. “This feels way better than I thought.”

“He feels so good, told you,” Jake says, pulling Sunghoon’s hands away from his face. The latter makes a soft noise of complaint that dies in his throat when Jake begins to stroke his cheek with his thumb. “So fucking pretty.” 

Jay agrees with a low hum, and he begins to create a rhythm that makes Sunghoon’s toes curl. He’s reaching deeper with each thrust, and his width is stimulating him with every drag out and push in, and holy fuck Sunghoon never thought that getting fucked by his best friends would feel like heaven. 

Jake is staring at Jay, and the way his tail moves gracefully behind his back has him salivating without realizing. He can’t help it, so he just gives in. He starts pumping his still painfully hard cock from base to tip in rapid strokes that soon enough have him biting back cute whimpers, the head of his cock dangerously close to Sunghoon’s face. 

A few more minutes of this prove to be too much for Sunghoon, especially when Jay angles his hips differently and finds the spot that makes Sunghoon’s back arch off the bed, hands scrambling to hold on to Jake or the bed or his life. It feels too good, so he lets out a loud moan that Jake silences halfway with his hand pressed firmly over Sunghoon’s lips. 

“Oh fuck, right there, yeah?” Jay is panting now, making sure to aim for the same spot repeatedly as he keeps up the brutal pace. Sunghoon nods rapidly, drooling like an animal behind Jake’s hand, because he’s never felt anything more pleasurable in his life. 

Jay wraps his hand around Sunghoon’s cock, and he can hear Sunghoon under Jake’s hand. He begins stroking him in time with his unrelenting thrusts, and Sunghoon sounds dumb even while muffled—a broken string of pathetic cries that let both Jake and Jay know he’s close. 

Jake is sweating now, pumping his cock fast and hard, brushing the tip of his cock over Sunghoon’s cheek because it feels so hot, and he can’t help but let out needy little sounds that just push Jay closer to the edge too. 

Everything comes crashing down like an avalanche when Sunghoon stares right into Jay’s eyes, like he’s giving him permission or begging him to not stop. As he does, he reaches up and behind to tangle his fingers in Jake’s hair, which makes Jake whimper and remove his hand from Sunghoon’s mouth. 

“Good boy, Jake,” Sunghoon says through breathy words, looking up at Jake who only bites into his bottom lip and nods. That was all it took. When Sunghoon’s fingers brush against one of his ears, Jake comes messily with a broken cry he tries to keep as quiet as possible, his cum streaking Sunghoon’s cheek and neck. 

Jay immediately follows due to the scene displayed in front of him, pulling out and making sure to finish all over Sunghoon’s pretty abdomen with low grunts as his ears twitch. Sunghoon can’t hold on, it’s all too much and he feels hot all over, so he strokes his own cock only a few times before he embarrassingly dirties his own stomach with cum, more than he’s usually used to seeing, adding to the wet mess Jay already made on him and letting out shuddered moans that make Jay and Jake both stare in awe.

It still doesn’t feel real, even when Jake stumbles out of the bed to grab a dirty shirt to wipe Sunghoon down, face still severely flushed and lips parted open as he struggles to catch his breath, but Sunghoon wants to believe it’s real, because nothing has ever felt better in his life, even though just making eye contact with his two best friends at the moment seems like way too much. 

They lay with Sunghoon in bed for a while after they’ve all gotten dressed, and Sunghoon doesn’t even want to know the time, because although they just came all over each other this feels somehow crazier, insanely intimate and warm and he doesn’t want it to end. 

“Well, we just spent hours solving nothing,” Jay says, because of course he would be the one to ruin a sweet moment. Sunghoon scoffs, looking at Jake who smiles. “We’ve still got our ears and tails and all that.”

“It was good though,” Jake says, resting his arm over his stomach and looking up like he’s reliving it. “Really good.” 

“So, I’m the owner here?” Sunghoon asks, and both Jake and Jay turn to him at once, and Sunghoon really thinks it probably looked like a scene right out of a sitcom. 

Jake says yes and Jay says no and it happens at exactly the same time and Sunghoon lets out a loud and sincere laugh, because even with ears and tails they’re still just his best friends. Or pets. Or boyfriends. Or all of the above. 

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Sunghoon is annoyed. 

There's something causing it, and he's not sure what. Something or someone tugging at his arm. There's another hand pulling at his knee, shaking it back and forth. 

It feels like déjà vu, so Sunghoon immediately opens his eyes, everything blurry until he can make out Jake and Jay towering over him. 

“Hey again,” Jake says, and Sunghoon almost makes a sad sound when he realizes Jake’s tail and ears are gone. “We gotta go in like thirty minutes.” 

“If you ever tell anyone about last night,” Jay begins, not wasting any time in trying to salvage his pride, “I swear I’ll kill you myself.”

Last night. Just a brief reminder has Sunghoon’s cheeks growing hot, because he just confirmed it was all real. 

“Won’t,” Sunghoon says, stretching. “You’re still my little kitty though.”

Jake is forced to hold back an angry Jay that wants to leap into Sunghoon’s bed and fuck his shit up, and as he does Sunghoon realizes he doesn’t have to be sad, because even without the ears and tails they are way too much like a cat and a dog. His cat and dog, whether Jay likes to admit it or not.

Sunghoon is not a furry. He finds himself searching up cute cat and dog ear and tail sets online on their van on route to their schedule, but only because it was fun. And because he didn’t get to hear Jay meow.