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Rui was acting surprisingly docile lately. It truly seemed like he was just as exhausted by the preparations preceding their next album release as the rest of them, mercifully choosing not to fool around as much as he usually did. 

Deep down though, Hyun knew better - Rui’s shenanigans were merely resting in sleep mode while he waited for the perfect opportunity to strike. He needed the enrichment of messing with them like a magpie needed to snatch shiny objects; it was impossible that he was abandoning his wicked ways for good. 

Hyun instantly knew he was about to be proven correct when Rui came to dance practice with long hair extensions in, armed with the claim that he needed to practice performing with them. 

The impact was just as powerful as when they first saw him with long hair, though they just barely managed to keep their jaws off the floor this time. 

Hyun had the feeling he wouldn’t be allowed to practice peacefully as soon as Rui sent him a mischievous smile from the doorway and walked directly towards him, flipping a few locks of hair over his shoulder. 

He was unbelievably gorgeous, with the long strands framing his face and hugging his neck as they spilled down his back and chest. Hyun’s breath caught, the sight leaving him as weak as it did last time. 

“Hi, beautiful,” he found himself saying. 

“Hi handsome.” Rui’s front teeth played with his bottom lip. “Do you like what you see?” 

Hyun swallowed. “You know the answer.” 

Rui’s smile turned devious. He circled around Hyun like a shark smelling blood, unsubtly showing himself off. Rui had the devastating advantage of not only being aware that his face was simply made for this kind of hairstyle, but also of being able to work his angles both on and off camera, modelling himself like his life depended on it. Hyun tracked him with his eyes, physically unable to look away, rendered dumb just by looking at someone so ethereally beautiful. 

Rui caught his eye and paused, his face close to Hyun’s. “Should I actually grow my hair out to this length?” He whispered, like he was sharing a secret. 

Hyun tried to control his expression, but Rui definitely saw the spontaneous delight that showed on his face. “Well, if you want,” Hyun said very casually. He tentatively raised a hand, and brushed it through the faux hair when Rui didn’t pull away. “You could try a lot of new styles.” 

Rui’s eyes curved. “Easier to pull on, too.” 

Hyun lowered his eyes. “I’m sure.” 

Rui stepped closer. Hyun found it more difficult to breathe properly with Rui’s lips so close to his own, breaths puffing gently over Hyun’s cheek. Rui’s eyes were half-lidded, and Hyun instinctively tilted his head, his own eyelids growing heavy. 

“Wow, guys.” Haru whistled across the room. “The amount of days since you’ve made out in public is back down to zero.” 

Rui rolled his eyes, his lips still dangerously close to Hyun’s. “Don’t you have something to do?” 

“Don’t you?” Haru leaned back against the wall with his eyebrows raised. “Also, you’re right in view of the camera.” 

Rui and Hyun immediately jumped apart, looking around wildly. 

“Just kidding.” Haru’s grin was diabolical. Hyun wondered if Haru was always this close to having a villain arc, or if this was a recent development. 

Rui huffed, pointing his finger at Haru. “Now, listen - “ 

“Let’s work on the choreo, everyone!” Wumuti called out. He was done messing with the stereo system and was walking up to them. “Everything else can wait.” 

Saying the word “choreo” was as good as flipping a switch. Now that dance was involved, Rui became perfectly focused, abandoning all the distractions - and to his credit, he really was working out how long hair might affect his performance, occasionally pausing to ask for input. This meant that Hyun was free to stare at him as much as he liked without drawing much attention to himself, because Rui was either too preoccupied to notice him, or couldn’t respond beyond a quick wink or a smile. 

When it was time for a break, Hyun was surprised to see Rui make a beeline in his direction. “You’re doing so well,” he said excitedly. “Have you been doing extra practice behind our backs?” 

Praise this passionate caught Hyun off guard. He himself still felt like he was trying to keep up with the others, especially Rui, and if he noticed all the ways he was lacking then Rui absolutely knew of them, too. 

On the other hand, as much as Hyun knew Rui loved him, Rui’s praises didn’t come lightly. He never said anything he didn’t mean when it came to dancing. 

A little starstruck, Hyun averted his gaze, only to lock eyes with Wumuti beaming at him where he was leaning against the dance studio mirror. His skin was beautifully shiny with sweat, his hair messily tucked behind his ears, chest rising and falling visibly with the strain of hard exercise. Alluring, dangerously so. 

Hyun’s eyes found Rui’s again. “Thank you,” he said primly, suddenly feeling very shy. 

Rui smiled brightly, looking even more devastatingly gorgeous. Any more and Hyun wouldn’t be able to handle it. “You’re working so hard, it really shows.” 

Hyun’s cheeks went hot, feeling like he might collapse under Rui’s intense gaze. “I - I’m glad.” 

Rui patted his shoulder, then fluttered away to talk to Haru. Hyun put his hand over the spot, as though he could preserve the warmth of Rui’s touch. 

Hyun found himself trying even harder from this point onward. He was determined to make Rui’s praise worth it, and as luck would have it, it turned out to be a good day for him. The parts that gave him trouble last time naturally smoothed themselves out as he kept going through the motions. It was exhilarating. 

When the next break was announced he tiredly slumped against the wall, panting. He was unbearably sweaty, but he already undressed as much as he possibly could. Unless he took off his shirt, but that seemed like a step too far even if he was dating two out of the three people in the room. 

On his way to refill his water bottle, he made the mistake of turning his head to glance behind him. 

Rui was standing in the middle of the room, stretching his arms up towards the ceiling with his hip popped to the side. After he was satisfied with the stretch, he ran a hand through his hair, letting it scatter over his shoulders and back like a waterfall. A few loose strands hung in front of his face, curving slightly, stark against his flushed cheeks. 

Hyun stared too hard. The way his face connected with the door he forgot to open was brutal, as well as awfully humiliating. The sound was so loud that it drowned out the startled “oh!” Wumuti let out as he heard the impact. 

Hyun was still blinking the sparks out of his eyes when he felt something drip down his chin. Small red splashes quickly dotted the floor under his feet. 

“Stay still.” Wumuti was in front of him before he had time to blink, gently gripping Hyun’s jaw to closely examine his face. “I don’t think it’s broken.” 

Rui dashed over as soon as he was done digging through his bag, holding several tissues. He put a hand over his mouth when he got closer. “Oh… does it hurt?” 

Hyun shrugged one shoulder, putting all his willpower into ignoring the tingle in his nose so he didn’t sneeze in Wumuti’s face. The drops of blood tickled so bad as they ran down his face that his eye twitched. 

Rui’s hand hovered near him, then clumsily pressed a crumpled tissue against his chin. It wasn’t very helpful, with Rui more preoccupied with avoiding touching the blood than anything else, but Hyun was endeared nonetheless. 

“You’re just smudging it.” Wumuti plucked a cleaner tissue from Rui’s hand and carefully wiped Hyun’s face, then folded another one directly over his nose. “Hold it here.” 

“Thanks,” Hyun said as he tilted his face down, voice nasally. He was beyond embarrassed, but being fussed over by his partners was taking away some of the sting. 

Haru put his hand on his hip in a very Wumuti-like gesture. “Maybe Rui-hyung having long hair is too dangerous.” 

Someone did catch him staring, after all. Hyun looked down at the floor, feeling Rui’s inquisitive gaze on the side of his face. 

“We do already have a casualty,” Wumuti mused, looking from Hyun to Rui. 

Rui blew him a kiss. “You’re next, by the way.” 

Wumuti narrowed his eyes. “Is that a threat?” 

Practice inevitably came to an unplanned halt while Hyun nursed his preventably injured nose. At least Rui chose to take responsibility for his and his hair’s part in all this and kept him close company while he sat on the floor like a loser. 

“We want our styling to get a huge reaction, right?” Rui was saying, punctuating the words by flipping his hair over his shoulder for the thousandth time. “This means that it’s working.” 

“Even more people might call you noona this time around,” Haru commented, busy with making a floppy origami boat out of a tissue. 

“That would be cute.” Rui pouted at him. “Like you, right? Call me noona.” 

“Okay, noona,” Haru said agreeably. 

A smile blossomed on Rui’s face. “See? Cute.” 

“You’re acting like I haven’t called you that before,” Haru said, amused. 

Hyun leaned against Rui, pressing his cheek against his arm. “Rui-noona.” 

Rui’s cheeks went pink. “Are you flirting with me?” 

Hyun blinked up at him with wide eyes, though the tissue still pressed to his face was ruining the effect. “Yeah.” 

Rui’s eyes darted to check the camera placement, then he leaned down and kissed Hyun’s forehead. “And what if I give in?” 

Haru cleared his throat. “If you guys are gonna get busy, can I go home?” 

“No one’s getting busy.” Wumuti walked over to nudge them all to their feet. “Come on, back to your spots. Hyunie, just stand in for now.” 

Hyun didn’t overlook the way Wumuti’s hand lingered on his shoulder as he helped him up. 

- 

Hyun always enjoyed those muted, silent hours of the early morning when he was the only person awake in the dorm. As reluctant as he was to leave the warm cocoon of blankets he made with Rui and Wumuti, his morning routine was as good as programmed into his brain, and his sense of discipline rarely allowed him to laze around with them unless he overslept by accident. He did, however, indulge in peeking into the room on occasion, admiring Rui and Wumuti as they slept while clinging to each other. 

He took a shower, meditated, and ate breakfast in peaceful quiet. Occasionally, he lifted his hand to his nose, inhaling the scent of Rui’s body wash that he chose to use in lieu of his own. 

A shuffling noise in the doorway caught his attention. Wumuti felt his way around to stumble into the living room with half-closed eyes, where Hyun sat with his journal on his lap. Wumuti’s hair was sticking up in random places, one side flattened because he slept on it; a few pink lines from crumpled bedsheets creased his cheek. He looked downright edible. 

“What are you doing up?” Hyun caught him by the waist. Wumuti smiled drowsily as he leaned into him, warm and soft from sleep. 

“Wanted to see you,” he mumbled, tucking his face into Hyun’s chest. 

“Isn’t it a little early?” Hyun asked. 

“Never too early,” Wumuti announced, nuzzling against him. “And you’re all mine right now.” 

“I’m always yours,” Hyun countered gently, pressing his cheek against the top of Wumuti’s head. Wumuti hummed happily. “You don’t want to sleep for another hour or so?” 

Wumuti whined. “Don’t kick me out.” 

“I’m not.” Hyun soothingly stroked his back. “Do you want coffee?” 

“I have a better idea.” Wumuti smiled. 

Of course, Wumuti’s ideas couldn’t be any good this early in the morning, but as Wumuti insistently pushed him down on the floor in front of the couch, Hyun found that he didn’t feel like being responsible. His morning routine was done, no one else was awake - and he was too curious to see what Wumuti had in mind. 

Hyun ended up kneeling in front of the couch, elbows resting on the cushions and his spine arched to show off his ass. Wumuti draped himself over him, hands wandering over his waist and thighs. Hyun swallowed a mouthful of saliva, feeling a little lightheaded already even though Wumuti wasn’t doing much yet. 

Hyun instinctively parted his legs when he felt Wumuti’s touch at the top of his thighs, and Wumuti got the hint, slipping his hand forward to palm over his groin. Hyun exhaled very slowly, careful to avoid making too much noise. 

Wumuti had no such qualms. He was already letting out small, breathy moans as he pawed at Hyun’s body, slowly grinding his hips against Hyun’s thigh. 

“We don’t have much time,” Wumuti gasped out quietly into Hyun’s shoulder blade. “But we can… I think…” 

He trailed off, too eager to speak any further. The next thing Hyun felt were Wumuti’s fingers prodding at his lips, and he licked Wumuti’s palm, allowing the digits to swipe over his tongue, into his mouth. He had an inkling of what Wumuti might be aiming for. He drooled onto Wumuti’s hand, goosebumps running over his skin in anticipation. 

Wumuti then glided his wet hand over the soft skin of Hyun’s inner thighs. Hyun’s breath caught as he felt the wet head of Wumuti’s cock swipe against his perineum, then move down and slide forward. 

“Just like that,” Wumuti murmured breathily, stroking his waist. 

Hyun keened into his arm, raising his hips a little higher as Wumuti let out an overwhelmed whine. Wumuti’s cock was hot between his thighs, nudging against his balls with every slow thrust. 

“Muti,” Hyun gasped wetly as Wumuti gripped his dick. Wumuti didn’t say anything, but Hyun could imagine the mischievous smile that must’ve graced his face, the lip bite in a flash of front teeth. Hyun moaned as Wumuti stroked him slowly, kissing up his spine. 

Hyun tensed the muscles in his legs and rubbed his thighs together, the added pressure around his cock making Wumuti moan thinly and hide his face between Hyun’s shoulder blades. His breath was warm against Hyun’s back, heating up the fabric of his shirt. His hands kneaded at his vulnerable spots, one stroking his stomach, the other fisted over his dick. 

Hyun tried his hardest to control his volume, mouth pressed firmly against his arm. Any noise he made sounded deafeningly loud to his own ears, accompanied by the slick sounds of Wumuti thrusting between his thighs and pumping his cock. 

Wumuti gave in first, letting out a helplessly loud cry as he spilled between Hyun’s legs. Hyun rushed to cup a hand over the head of Wumuti’s dick to protect the couch, Wumuti’s release dripping from his fingertips onto the floor. 

Wumuti collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily. As his breathing gradually steadied, Hyun wondered for a moment if he’ll drift off to sleep again, but Wumuti eventually managed to sit up. The air was cool on Hyun’s thighs as the fluids dried, the heat of Wumuti’s tongue on his stained skin a welcome shock. 

“Ah - “ Hyun’s legs slid apart further as Wumuti licked over his messy thighs, then upward, further. It was becoming more and more difficult to be quiet as Hyun surrendered himself to Wumuti’s mouth. 

Wumuti’s fingers sank into Hyun’s waist to flip him over and wrestle him onto the floor, all so Wumuti could put his mouth around him properly. It was more than Hyun could bear, and he was soon undone, muffling a whine into his fist. Wumuti successfully managed to get most of the cum all over the floor, white droplets dripping off the tip of his tongue as he panted, mouth hanging open. 

Hyun’s head spun. He reached out to wipe some of the spend off Wumuti’s tongue and chin, and brought it up to his own mouth. The sight made Wumuti moan out loud again, and give Hyun a hot, open-mouthed kiss. 

They startled when they heard a door swing open somewhere upstairs. If Rui was the one to discover them, it wouldn’t be a big deal, but judging by the noise it was definitely Haru. 

To their immense relief, the footsteps quickly making their way down the corridor grew muffled as the bathroom door clicked closed. 

“Let’s clean up, quickly.” Wumuti scrambled to get a paper towel. Hyun gingerly stood up, his legs barely holding his weight, shaking slightly. 

Cleaning his own cum off the floor was sobering. He should’ve dragged Wumuti back to their room and risked waking up Rui, but at least the mess would’ve been contained. He’ll never be able to look at this spot on the floor again without remembering the puddle he left there. 

There was a wet patch where he drooled onto the couch, but thankfully there were no other fluids. He sheepishly dabbed at it with a tissue, ears burning. 

Wumuti rushed past him into the corridor as the bathroom door creaked open again. Hyun heard muffled conversation, but it was mere background noise to Hyun; he had to finish wiping everything up as soon as possible. 

He accomplished it just in time. As soon as he tossed the soiled tissues in the trash and turned back around, Haru wandered in, rubbing his eyes sleepily. 

“Muti-hyung’s acting weird,” he said, yawning. “Did he stay up all night or something?” 

Hyun shrugged, feigning innocence. “Dunno.” 

Haru studied him for a few seconds, then wandered off to creep through the fridge. Hyun was finally able to let out a long, relieved sigh. 

-

Haru must’ve just gotten back from going out, still mostly dressed in his outside clothes. He’s been wearing skirts more and more often these days; Hyun would’ve never thought of putting a miniskirt over ripped jeans, nor that it would look good, but Haru was making it work. Must be Wumuti’s totally-real genetics at play. 

He and Rui were laying on the floor of Hyun’s and Rui’s room, occupying the rug to each do their own thing. Rui was watching what seemed to be dancing videos, quietly humming along to the music in his headphones and moving his hands to mimic some of the movements onscreen. Haru was clicking away on his old Nintendo DS. 

Hyun stood in the doorway for a while, just watching them, then gently shook the box. Both of them looked up at once, like cats hearing the rustle of a treat bag. 

“The bread was really fresh,” Hyun said vaguely. That was all it took for Haru to slink up to him, wiggling his fingers in his eagerness to get to the box. Hyun held it up out of reach with a blank stare. 

Haru tilted his head back to look up. “Oh, come on.” 

“I didn’t say I was sharing,” Hyun said, just to be difficult. 

“So you’re here just to brag?” Rui asked, luxuriously stretching his entire body out on the rug. 

Hyun’s lips parted, eyes locked on the curve of Rui’s spine, the edge of the hoodie crawling up over the dip of his back. “Maybe I am.” 

Haru folded his hands together like a baby pangolin. “Let’s negotiate this.” 

“How?” Hyun raised his eyebrows. 

Haru hummed for a second. “Well, how about you let me have some bread?” 

“In exchange for what?” 

Haru gave him a charming smile. “My happiness?” 

Hyun snorted. 

“My endless gratitude?” If Haru had a tail, it would’ve been wagging as he stepped from one foot to the other, eyes fixed on the box out of his reach. “I’ll pretend to forget that you did unmentionable things to the couch?” 

Rui perked up. “The couch? Hyunie!” 

Hyun’s face began to heat up. He was so sure he and Wumuti cleaned everything up. “You have no proof.” 

“I definitely won’t if you share the bread.” Haru circled him like a hawk. 

“Bread?” Wumuti must’ve teleported behind him, because Hyun didn’t even hear any footsteps. 

Hyun braced himself and turned around, but he was still blindsided by how good Wumuti looked. His hair was slightly curled, caressing his collarbones and falling in gentle waves over his shoulders. His lips were shiny with lip gloss, slightly parted as he looked up at the box Hyun was still holding up, long eyelashes gorgeously fanned out. 

“Oh, yeah!” Hyun’s voice inadvertently rose in pitch under Wumuti’s deep gaze. “It’s from that bakery I was telling you about, it’s really good… um, I got a bunch of stuff!” 

The dazzling smile that appeared on Wumuti’s face nearly made Hyun’s heart leap out of his chest. Wumuti cocked his head, biting his lip coquettishly. “Did you save any for me?” 

Hyun heard Rui stifle a laugh behind him. Haru clicked his tongue and shook his head as Hyun submissively brought down the box and flipped it open, holding it out for Wumuti to choose what he wanted. 

“Thank you, Hyun-ah,” Wumuti said, beautiful smile still on his face as he took a small bite of the bun. 

“How’s this fair?” Haru pouted. 

Rui stopped trying to hold back laughter. “You have to earn it!” He called out gleefully, flipping onto his back and stretching out his limbs like a starfish. 

“Earn it?” Haru wrinkled his nose, then gave Rui a meaningful side eye. “Won’t you two get jealous if I try to ‘earn it’?” 

Wumuti’s eyes widened. “Haru!” 

“Oh my god, here.” Hyun did not want this conversation to continue. “Pick whatever you want and never say that again.” 

Haru swiped a cheese bread and blew him a kiss with a loud mwah. “Thank you, Hyun-hyung!” 

His smile was cute enough that Hyun quickly reconsidered putting him up for adoption. 

-

Now that Rui frequently wore long acrylics, he developed a new habit of biting the tip of his nail when he was deep in thought. Hyun stared at him like a possessed person, unaware that he was restlessly pulling threads out of the hem of his shirt. 

Rui felt his gaze. Hyun could tell, because Rui’s posture changed just slightly, only noticeable to Hyun because he knew what to look for. Rui very slowly tapped the tip of the nail against his teeth, the long, sharp acrylic making a small dent as he pressed it against his glimmering, plush, wine-red bottom lip. He then very slowly raised his pupils, eyelids still lowered, making such intense eye contact that Hyun felt his entire body heat up. 

He took a deep breath and finally looked away, focusing on a spot of chipped paint on the wall. He could perceive Rui moving around from the corner of his eye, folding his arms this way and that, tilting his head, humming and making other quiet noises definitely designed to torture Hyun. 

“Rui!” Wumuti called out, swooping over to hand him a pile of clothes. “Please try these on.” 

“Of course, honey,” Rui said sweetly and went to go change. Hyun watched him leave, a swarm of thoughts buzzing around in his head. He knew exactly which corner Rui will hide in to get dressed, which partition he’ll choose, how long it would take him to reach that spot and how much time he’ll spend changing. 

Hyun’ll go give him a hand. According to romance web novels and Sun Tzu’s Art of War, it was a good idea. 

Rui was preoccupied with the clothes, so he didn’t notice at first that Hyun slipped into the small, enclosed space with him. When he turned and suddenly ran directly into Hyun, he jumped nearly the length of his entire height in shock and clutched his chest with a whine. 

“Sorry love, sorry.” Hyun rushed to comfort him, running his hands over Rui’s shoulders and arms in a rhythmic motion. He could feel Rui quivering in his hold, still full of adrenaline. 

“You scared me so bad,” Rui whimpered, chest still heaving. “What is it? Does the stylist want me to wear something else?” 

“No, nothing like that.” Hyun gently stroked little circles into Rui’s shoulders with his thumbs. 

Rui’s breathing gradually smoothed out. His lips quirked. “Did you want to get the first look at my outfit?” 

“Mm, kind of.” If only Hyun could even remember what the outfit was. He let his eyes wander down Rui’s body; he was in the middle of changing, wearing an unbuttoned shirt that showed a peek of a dark nipple, briefs, and absolutely nothing else. 

Rui smiled lightly, tilted his head to kiss Hyun’s knuckles and rested his cheek against Hyun’s hand. “Why are you looking at me like that, then?” 

Hyun took the initiative to connect their lips. Rui eagerly licked into the kiss, parting Hyun’s lips with deft, practiced motions. Hyun stooped as he pressed Rui against him, close enough for their heartbeats to match, Rui’s bare chest brushing against the graphic printed on Hyun’s shirt. He inhaled the subtle fragrance of Rui’s perfume, a leafy, slightly bitter tea smoothed out by the underlayer of Rui’s natural skin scent. 

Once Rui pulled back from the kiss, making to reach for the shirt on the hanger next to them, Hyun seized the moment to crowd Rui back against the wall and cage him in with one arm while his other hand pulled at the waistband of his underwear. 

Rui looked at him with wide eyes. “Wha - h-here, really?” He sounded uncharacteristically meek, even as he wrapped his arms around Hyun’s neck and strained to stand on tiptoes. 

“There’s no one else here.” Hyun harshly sucked on Rui’s earlobe, and Rui keened, tightening his arms around Hyun. 

“We could get cau-caught, oh…” Rui moaned quietly as Hyun’s teeth grazed the shell of his ear, tongue brushing against the thin chain hanging from his earring. 

“That’s never bothered you,” Hyun said. 

A decadent smile began to form on Rui’s face. “You’ll have to be careful. What if - mm…” He tipped his head back as Hyun mouthed over his neck. “What if we stain the-the clothes?” 

“We won’t,” Hyun said hoarsely, grinding his hand against Rui’s cock. Rui bit his lip, hips flinching into his palm. 

“They’ll come looking for us if we take too long.” Rui sounded thrilled. 

“Then I’ll make it fast,” Hyun assured him quietly, hand wrapping around Rui’s length. 

Rui hummed into Hyun’s ear, relaxing into his embrace. It seemed like he didn’t quite believe Hyun was serious until Hyun tightened his grip and fisted Rui’s cock in quick, short bursts, making Rui cry out far louder than he probably intended. Rui tightened his hold around Hyun’s neck, as though Hyun was the only thing holding him up. 

It must’ve been intense, the slide harsh with Rui’s leaking precum the only thing to ease the way. Despite his promise of being quick, Hyun nevertheless slowed down, mindful of the way this kind of friction could become unpleasant; though judging by Rui’s ragged breathing and the moans that he tried to muffle into Hyun’s shoulder, he was into it. 

Rui was shaking as he grasped at Hyun’s belt and undid it one-handed, squeezing Hyun’s cock in return. Hyun groaned and hid his face in Rui’s hair, eyes rolling to the back of his head as Rui’s hand matched Hyun’s own movements. 

Hyun’s eyes flew open as he felt a sharp spike of pain at the base of his neck. Rui’s teeth were embedded in his skin with the ferocity of a wolf holding down a deer, and Hyun could feel the exact moment the skin broke, release shooting through him a mere moment later. 

Rui sobbed into Hyun’s neck as he came, white blots scattering over the bare skin of his torso, dripping obscenely. Hyun flinched as Rui’s teeth parted from his neck, the fresh bite smarting even more once exposed to the air. 

They looked at each other, breathing heavily. Rui lowered his eyes guiltily, gingerly touching the hickey with his fingertip. Hyun winced. “I’m…” 

“Don’t worry about it,” Hyun interrupted him, stroking his cheek. When Rui looked up at him, eyes glimmering, he gave him a kiss. “Let’s get you ready before someone comes looking for us, okay?” 

Rui nodded, biting the lipstick off his bottom lip. Hyun slipped out long enough to wash his hands and wet some paper towels, then helped Rui clean up and put on the clothes. With two pairs of hands working together, they made swift work of it, though Hyun was reluctant to stop touching him and kept prodding him, adjusting the fabric. He was realising that he really wanted to just hold him, feel his skin against his own like he would’ve in bed. 

On the other hand, Rui looked delectable, flush still high on his cheeks, skin shiny with sweat. He seemed a bit disoriented as he tugged the waistband of his pants lower down his hips, trying to figure out where he wanted it to sit. Hyun ran a hand through Rui’s hair, trying to brush out the evidence of their tryst. 

Maybe Rui would be up for round two when they got back home. 

Thankfully, Wumuti didn’t comment on Rui taking so long, nor did he question why Hyun followed so close behind when they returned. Hyun self-consciously tugged on his shirt, hoping that he could keep the bite mark hidden for at least the duration of this styling session. 

After Rui’s look was approved with a few adjustments, Wumuti handed Hyun his options. Hyun’s heart sank when he realised both of the shirts he had to choose from had very wide necklines, large enough to expose his collarbones, much less his neck. 

“Can’t I wear something with a collar?” Hyun asked hesitantly. 

Wumuti’s smile was gentle. “Just try it for me. If you don’t like it, I’ll ask for something that covers you up more, okay?” 

That wasn’t the issue, but there was no use arguing. Hyun resigned himself to his fate and went to go change. 

He was caught immediately when he came back - Wumuti froze as soon as he saw him. “What is that?” 

Hyun rubbed his neck self-consciously. The hickey didn’t seem that obvious when he looked in the bathroom mirror earlier, but maybe he was tricking himself. 

Rui’s eyes flitted to the dark mark on Hyun’s neck. “Bug bite, maybe?” 

Wumuti very slowly turned towards Rui. He looked like he wanted to say something, even started moving his lips, then shook his head and opted to say nothing. With a stony expression, he went over to his bag and hunted down a bandaid. 

Wumuti frowned when he stuck the bandaid over the bite, futilely trying to adjust what was already glued down. It stood out starkly on Hyun’s skin, even more obvious than the mark itself had been. 

“We can get some decorative ones,” Rui said, studying it thoughtfully. “Make it look like an intentional part of his outfit…” He trailed off when Wumuti gave him a stern look. 

“This shouldn’t have happened at all,” Wumuti scolded. 

Rui wilted. “Sorry, Wumuti-hyung.” 

Rui looked so dejected that Hyun couldn’t help feeling bad. “I’m sorry, I started it, and…” 

Wumuti raised his palm, and Hyun fell silent. “We’re not going to pass blame around.” He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Please be more careful. A scratch or a bruise can be explained away, but not…” He motioned towards Hyun’s neck. “This.” 

“We’ll be careful,” Hyun promised. Rui nodded, still sulking. 

Wumuti gave Rui a long look, then his eyes softened and he reached out to rub his shoulder. “At least find a better place to bite him,” he said, gentler this time. Hyun’s cheeks went warm. 

Rui’s smile was thin. “Okay.” 

“I’ll draw you a diagram, if you want,” Wumuti offered. 

That elicited a laugh out of Rui. “Sounds like you thought a lot about it.” 

“You know I did,” Wumuti said quietly, languidly looking Hyun over. Though he still seemed a bit agitated, he definitely wasn’t as irritated as he was mere minutes ago. 

Wumuti ended up asking their stylist for a higher collar, which turned out to be a completely minor deal; she already had a backup option prepared, and the rest of the fittings went without a hitch. As they packed up to leave, Hyun kept trying to catch Rui’s eye, but he was too busy looking out the window with his bag in his lap, chin resting on his hand. 

He managed to corner him when all the staff went downstairs to pack their things into the car, Wumuti and Haru in tow to help. 

Hyun caught Rui in a back hug, making him squeak in surprise. “Sorry. I kind of got you in trouble.” 

“What trouble? We basically got away with it.” Rui was quiet for a while. “And I don’t regret it, you know.” 

Hyun exhaled. “Good.” 

Rui tilted his head back to look at him and smiled warmly. “If you want to make it up to me, though, I won’t be against it.” 

“Not here, though.” 

“No.” Rui looked amused as he kissed the corner of his mouth. “Not here.” 

-

The stress of being constantly busy and worrying about everything, from his vocals and dancing to minute details like the shape of his eyelashes and the length of his glue-on nails, was beginning to catch up with Hyun. There was only so much that meditation and journaling could fix, and he slowly started getting used to the constant feeling of buzzing with adrenaline that had no satisfactory outlet. 

Today especially, it seemed like too much. As proud as he was of himself for working so hard and involving himself in everything that took his opinion into account, excited to contribute in any way he could, too much stress built up over the last few days left him mentally exhausted. He wished he could sleep for a week straight, and wake up feeling refreshed. 

He couldn’t do that, so he opted for going to bed earlier than usual instead. He was hoping that laying in quiet darkness would be soothing enough to lull him to sleep, but he ended up staying awake long past his usual bedtime instead. 

He was staring at the shadows cast onto the wall from the string lights hanging over the window when he felt the mattress dip next to him. 

“Are you asleep?” Wumuti whispered, barely audible. 

The heaviness in Hyun’s chest lightened. He raised his head. “Hey.” 

“Hi there.” There was a smile in Wumuti’s voice as he stroked Hyun’s cheek. Hyun’s eyes fluttered closed, leaning into the touch. 

“Rui won’t come to bed until later,” Wumuti informed him, a troublemaking lilt to his voice. 

“Mm.” Hyun was so happy to not be alone anymore; he rolled over and put his face against Wumuti’s chest. 

Wumuti giggled. “We can do whatever we want.” 

Hyun was already doing that. He wanted to lay here, listen to Wumuti’s heartbeat, and inhale the remains of the perfume he sprayed earlier in the day. The scent was citrusy, slightly sweet with an underlying warmth that made Hyun think of a sunlit room. 

Wumuti clearly had other ideas. He prodded Hyun into laying on his back and crawled over him, bending down to kiss him deeply. Hyun responded lazily, letting Wumuti move him around and manipulate his mouth as he liked. Wumuti’s gently warm scent, the taste of his mouth, his soft hands wandering all over Hyun’s body - it was so relaxing. Hyun found himself mellowing out, his worries seeming less and less serious. 

He felt Wumuti’s half-hardness brush against his leg, and automatically raised his thigh to grind against it. Wumuti let out a ragged breath, his kisses growing more insistent. 

Wumuti reached a hand between them, hesitation colouring his movements when he found Hyun’s dick still mostly soft. Wumuti kneaded at him for a while, pressing scattered kisses to Hyun’s face, yet Hyun felt nothing but the pressure of Wumuti’s hand with no pleasure to accompany it. If anything, it was getting to be too much. 

Wumuti sensed Hyun’s reluctance and removed his hand. “Is everything okay?” 

It’s not like Hyun wasn’t into the idea. He sincerely wanted to muster up the interest, but just couldn’t - his body wouldn’t cooperate. While sex sometimes worked as stress relief, other times it just made everything more overwhelming. 

Hyun held onto his hand as Wumuti moved back. Wumuti sat up, the tent in his sweatpants visible even in the mostly dark room. “I’m just not in the mood, I guess,” Hyun murmured, stroking Wumuti’s knuckles. 

“Sorry.” Wumuti let out a nervous laugh. “I was doing too much.” 

Hyun splayed a hand over Wumuti’s upper thigh. “No, no, you’re fine. Just… not right now.” 

“Okay.” Wumuti smoothed Hyun’s hair back from his forehead. “Let’s sleep, then. Just give me a second.” 

Hyun tightened his grip on his thigh, making him pause. “Can’t I watch?” 

“What?” Wumuti sounded disoriented as Hyun covered the outline of Wumuti’s hard cock with his hand. 

“You’ll need to take care of that, right?” Hyun slowly ground his palm down, a corner of his lips going up when Wumuti’s breathing stuttered. “Stay here, I want to look at you.” 

“Oh… of course.” Wumuti sounded a little awestruck. Hyun let him go, and Wumuti arranged himself next to him on the bed, laying on his back with his legs bent, shirt hiked up to his chest and sweatpants pushed down to his ankles. 

Hyun scooted closer and stroked Wumuti’s jaw, pressed a kiss to his shoulder. Wumuti turned his head to the side and let out a pleased hum, the sound low in his throat. His eyes went half-lidded as he took himself in hand, pumping slowly. 

Hyun got comfortable and laid with his face close to Wumuti’s, their noses nearly touching, as Wumuti took his time getting himself off. The remaining amber scent of his perfume, mixed with skin cream and body wash, filled Hyun’s nostrils. Hyun’s eyes occasionally flicked down to Wumuti’s hand over his cock, but mostly he kept his gaze glued to Wumuti’s face. The way his teeth dug into his bottom lip, the sighs he let out ghosting over Hyun’s cheek, his eyelashes fluttering as he fought to keep his eyes open to maintain eye contact with Hyun the entire time. 

Hyun drew closer, brushing their lips together. Wumuti moaned into his mouth as he shuddered and eventually went still. 

He always turned cat-like when he was fully relaxed like this, nuzzling against Hyun’s neck and making small noises not unlike purrs. 

Hyun sat up long enough to reach for the tissues, then came back to Wumuti’s embrace and settled there for good. Wumuti was comfortably warm in the afterglow, a warmth similar to sleeping under a soft blanket for an entire night. 

“I like it when you look at me like that,” Wumuti mumbled, snuggling into Hyun’s chest. 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” He was pronouncing his words slower, more crisply, a sure sign that he was close to falling asleep. “It’s the look on your face. You’re so focused, you look so beautiful.” 

Hyun hid a smile in Wumuti’s hair. “You are what you eat.” 

Wumuti snorted and smacked his shoulder. “You’re only allowed to look at me like that, alright?” He paused for a second. “And Rui.” 

Hyun laughed, kissing the top of his head. “Okay. And Rui.” 

-

The muffled noises coming from his and Rui’s room had Hyun pricking his ears. The door was firmly closed, which only happened in two instances: when Rui was asleep, or… 

The noises audibly increased in volume as soon as Hyun’s footsteps paused directly in front of the door, so loud that he didn’t even need to press his ear against it to make out the words. 

“Ah, deeper!” Rui’s whine was maddeningly lewd. 

Wumuti moaned in response. 

They were surprisingly noisy. Hyun had no questions about Wumuti, but even Rui’s voice was loud enough to be heard through the closed door without any issue. 

With their schedules clearing up significantly between promotions and preparations for future shows, they got a few precious days of light work where they could spend entire stretches of the day relaxing. It sounded like Rui and Wumuti were intent on making the most of those precious hours. 

Hyun pressed his ear against the door, enjoying the impromptu ASMR. He could hear the bed squeak, Rui’s groan as Wumuti must’ve done something - what? Hyun couldn’t help being curious, especially with the way the scattered noises penetrated directly into his core, making his legs weak. 

Judging himself sufficiently worked up, Hyun swung the door open and walked in. 

Rui and Wumuti were sitting on Hyun’s bed, nowhere near each other, with Rui kneeling in the far corner against the wall and Wumuti settled on the edge across from him. Their clothes were perfectly neat, not a hair out of place, not a single bead of sweat. Rui especially looked calm and collected, hands innocently folded in his lap. 

Hyun stared at them awkwardly, very aware of how visible his erection was through his jeans. 

Rui smiled slyly. “What is it?” 

Hyun’s mouth was dry. “I… thought I heard something.” 

“Oh?” Rui fluttered his eyelashes. “We were just hanging out quietly, weren’t we, hyung?” 

Wumuti looked over at Hyun with an ambiguous smile, his cheeks a little pink. Hyun could only sigh - he knew a prank when he saw one. 

Victory secured, Rui visibly softened. “Aw, but we can’t leave you like this, can we?” He made a gesture for Hyun to come closer, and Hyun went willingly. 

Rui made quick work of his belt and pants, and the heat of his mouth around his cock nearly made Hyun go lightheaded. Hyun braced himself with a hand on Rui’s shoulder, unsure if he’d be able to keep standing for long. 

It turned out that he didn’t need to. Rui soon pulled away from the tip with a wet pop, and guided Hyun down onto the bed. 

“You took your time coming home, we missed you,” Rui purred in his ear, nipped his earlobe. Hyun exhaled loudly, rubbing his thighs together. “How about we make the most of it, hm?” His teeth grazed Hyun’s jaw. “Do you want me inside you?” 

The suggestion made Hyun’s thoughts go blurry. He whimpered quietly, an involuntary response. 

“Is that a yes?” Rui’s breath was hot against his cheek. Hyun swallowed, trying to gather enough of his remaining brain cells to form words. He knew that Rui wouldn’t do a thing for him until he vocalised it properly. 

“Yes,” he whispered, voice pitched awkwardly. When Rui remained unmoved, he added, “I… I want to feel you.” 

Rui must’ve been in a generous mood, because he didn’t press him any further and simply kissed his temple before pulling back. 

“What about me?” Wumuti asked playfully, crawling across the bed to hover over Hyun. Hyun instinctively parted his lips as Wumuti cupped his cheek, bringing their faces close together, as close as they were the other night. 

Hyun found it hard to focus. “I…” 

“You have a really nice mouth, Hyun-ah,” Wumuti said meaningfully, fingertips lightly pressing on Hyun’s bottom lip. Hyun let his mouth fall open, allowing the digits slip past his teeth and further down into the warmth. 

The fingers stayed in his mouth as Wumuti flipped him onto his stomach with his ass raised, as Rui prepared him with tortuous thoroughness, as Rui finally slid inside him in one smooth movement. 

Hyun gagged on Wumuti’s fingers, whimpering as they slipped lower down his throat with each thrust that rocked his entire body. His mouth hung open, drool gathering under his cheek and soaking the bedsheet. 

He couldn’t do much, not with Rui pounding him into the mattress with more force than he was used to. The initial discomfort of the intrusion faded into the background quicker than usual, too, the mind-numbing pleasure of having Rui inside him nearly making his brain leak out of his ears. 

That feeling was so overwhelming that Hyun desperately wanted to bite down on something, give some kind of outlet to the pressure building up inside of him, but he didn’t dare to. Wumuti’s fingers were still exploring the inside of his mouth, fingertips close to his throat, forcing him to behave. 

He tried to grind against the mattress instead, but Rui forcefully gripped his hips and yanked them back up. Hyun yelped, nearly choking on Wumuti’s fingers, his eyes beginning to water. 

He whimpered and sobbed as Rui sped up, nails sinking into his hips and thrashing him back and forth to impale him on cock. Hyun wanted a bit of friction on his own dick so badly, but it was impossible in his current position, and neither Rui nor Wumuti seemed likely to humour him. Rui’s grip on his hipbones was bruising, a painful thrill going through his body with every twitch of Rui’s fingers. 

And then Hyun’s brain whited out. He let out a broken wail as he came untouched, spilling over the sheets and shaking from the electric shocks running down his oversensitive dick. The orgasm left him too tender, wanting more than anything to be touched, held close with every centimetre of his skin touching his partners. 

Wumuti kissed his cheek when Hyun gave him a pleading look, but didn’t move any closer; Rui soothingly stroked his spine without slowing down. 

“Rui… Rui, ah!” Hyun was rendered incoherent when Rui moaned raggedly, coming deep inside him. Warmth bloomed inside Hyun’s core, making his limbs weak and his body tremble even harder. He barely managed to stay as he was, ass up in the air, legs spread apart, face in the sheets, hiccuping wetly as Rui thrust inside a few more times through a series of obscene squelching noises, wringing him out for everything he had. 

Once Rui let go of his hips, Hyun collapsed like a puppet with cut strings. He never wanted to have another thought ever again, reduced to a moaning, hypersensitive puddle of a person. He was so out of it that he barely noticed Wumuti’s fingers leave his mouth. 

“Our beautiful Hyun-ah.” Wumuti reached over and put his saliva-soaked hand over Hyun’s cock. Hyun cried out gratefully, feeling a little more grounded at last, the pent-up energy left over from his orgasm finally getting the closure he craved. 

“Hyung,” Hyun whimpered. He wouldn’t have been able to form words even if he tried, but Wumuti seemed to understand him anyways. 

“You did so well,” Wumuti murmured, firmly stroking Hyun’s length. “You made your Rui-hyung feel so good, didn’t you?” 

Hyun made the effort to nod, sniffling. 

“You did, love.” Rui draped himself over his back, kissing from the shell of his ear down to his neck. Hyun shuddered as Rui lightly scraped his teeth over the healing bite mark. 

Wumuti moved to sit down on the bed beside Hyun, guiding him to lean his head against his thigh. Hyun let out a shuddering breath, nuzzling his cheek against the soft flesh. 

Rui’s hand tenderly stroked his hair before suddenly gripping a fistful of it, making Hyun let out a gasp. 

“Help me make Wumuti-hyung feel good, too,” Rui whispered, nipping at the corner of Hyun’s jaw. Hyun didn’t bother responding, already opening his mouth, tongue lolling out. 

Everything was permeated by a dream-like haze. Hyun’s eyes fell closed, focused on the pressure of the length in his mouth, down his throat, and the firm grasp of Rui’s slender fingers in his hair, reduced completely to these two points of contact as Rui moved him as he liked, bobbing his head over Wumuti’s cock. 

Wumuti pressed his fingers against the still-healing ring of teeth at the base of Hyun’s neck as he came in Hyun’s mouth; the sharp inhale the pain elicited from Hyun made him choke, and he spent a minute coughing up cum and spit as Rui and Wumuti both hurried to soothe him. 

A few minutes later Hyun got to curl up on the bed, steadying his breathing. He was pleasantly warm with Rui and Wumuti nestled against him, their hands wandering all over his body, their touch deeply comforting. 

“You’re unreal,” Rui whispered to him, stroking his back. “And you’re all ours. I can’t believe we get to have you.” 

Hyun let out a vague noise. He was still recovering from being fucked stupid. 

Wumuti pressed a gentle kiss to the teeth imprinted in his skin. “You’re so perfect, Hyun-ah.” 

Hyun hid his face behind his arm. Praise always made him feel shy. 

-

Haru was laying on his back in the middle of the living room, arms folded behind his head like he was lounging at a beach. Hyun studied him curiously, and when he sat down next to him, Haru wordlessly held out an earbud, which Hyun accepted. A Chungha song played at such high volume that Hyun could hear it even with the earbud nowhere near his ear. 

“Isn’t it too loud?” Hyun asked. 

Haru patted the spot next to him. “It sounds better if you’re down here.” 

Hyun laid down next to him, but didn’t feel a difference. He then belatedly realised that Haru was joking. 

“So why are we laying on the floor?” Hyun glanced at Haru. 

Haru hummed, smiling to himself. “Gravity?” 

“Fine, keep your secrets,” Hyun huffed, placing the earbud on the floor next to him instead of sticking it in his ear. He could hear it perfectly well like this, anyways. 

“There doesn’t have to be a specific reason for everything, hyung.” Haru finally turned down the volume. “Also, Rui-noona is getting ready and I don’t want to get in his way.” 

“Fair enough.” Hyun nodded. “Have you - “ 

Rui rushed past them, dressed in his finest going-out sweatpants and a cap pulled low over his face. “Love you, be back in a few hours!” He called, blowing them a kiss as he escaped out the door. 

Haru giggled as he watched Hyun stare longingly at the closed door. “Should I get you a tissue?” 

“Be quiet,” Hyun grumbled. He didn’t want that walking-into-a-door incident to follow him into old age. 

“Oh, I’ll be quiet.” Haru’s fox eyes turned mischievous. “For a price.” 

Looks like Hyun will be buying him more bread, after all.