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Gazing out the window of the remote chalet, the foliage is stunning. Trees in varying degrees of autumn’s decay showcase a wide variety of colors. Normally, this would be a sight to behold and a cause for Hyunjin to break out his prized art supplies and paint the impressive visual laid before him. However, it’s December, and he was hoping for a white Christmas, which is why he’s finding it difficult to shake the small measure of melancholy nagging at him.
It’s become a Christmas tradition now. The group of eight men meet up the week before Christmas for their annual found-family holiday. The four-bedroom chalet was one of the first big purchases Chan made after achieving success in the production world. He said he wanted a space that they could all retreat to when they needed time to unwind, away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life.
Through the years, the chalet has seen many happy occasions. Weddings, proposals, promotion celebrations, really anything they can find to celebrate, they do together. Regardless of how far away life takes them. Sometimes schedules don’t align, and someone might miss out on something due to work obligations, but the found-family Christmas tradition always finds all eight back together where they belong.
Hyunjin turns away from the awe-inspiring but sadness-inducing sight, switching his focus back to finishing up the decorations for the holiday. He’s got the Christmas mix-tape that Changbin put together with all of their favorite seasonal songs, playing softly over the sound system, as he begins wrapping lights and garland around the banister and spindles of the stairs. Decorating a home always gives Hyunjin such a mood lift, especially during this time of year. He’s just finished hanging the mistletoe when he hears keys jangling on the front porch.
“Jinnie! You here?” He hears Felix call from the door.
“In the living room!”
“Hey, beautiful!” Felix says as he greets Hyunjin with a soft kiss. “Channie is getting the rest of the bags from the car.”
“It was nice of him to pick you up from the airport. Did you have a nice flight?”
“Yeah. I’ll miss Paris. Always so breathtaking this time of year. Not as breathtaking as you, though,” Felix flirts with a cheeky wink.
Hyunjin grabs the shorter man, giving him an urgent kiss, their tongues meshing together in a heated tangle, communicating the depth of how much they’ve missed each other.
“Starting without me?” Chan says, laden with multiple bags. The two break apart to help the older with his burden.
“Of course not! Just giving Felix his holiday greeting is all,” Hyunjin replies as he leans in to greet Chan in much the same way.
“God, you two are so hot together.” Felix’s voice deepens, showing the level of effect the display is having on him.
“Let’s get these bags to our rooms, shall we?” Chan suggests.
“Of course,” Felix says as he grabs his carry-on with a grimace.
“Lix-ah, is your back still giving you trouble?” Hyunjin asks with a worried glance.
“It hasn’t been, I must have slept wrong on the plane.”
“I have the perfect idea, let’s unpack and then hit the hot tub, maybe the warm jets will help relax your sore muscles,” Chan suggests, taking the bag from Felix and handing him his small rolling one.
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The water is perfectly warm, soothing to the skin, and relaxing for the muscles. Hyunjin is reclined in the neck and shoulder seat, while Felix relaxes in the contoured bucket seat, the one that targets his lumbar. They are patiently waiting for Chan’s arrival, knowing the man’s OCD will not rest until every toiletry is perfectly spaced on the bathroom counter.
Felix is letting out incredibly enticing moans as his muscles release the tension his travels have caused. However, it’s also causing tension to shoot straight to Hyunjin’s dick. Seeing Felix relaxing, hearing his deep moans, emphasizes just how much he has missed the blonde. After a few more minutes of waiting for Chan, Hyunjin can’t take it anymore. He glides over to his angelic-faced friend, startling him in the process. He capitalizes on the small gasp Felix releases in his surprise to connect their lips together, plunging in for a taste of the beautiful blonde.
Felix’s moans turn from pleasant to pornographic as his tiny hands begin to explore Hyunjin’s body, relishing in the newly formed muscles Hyunjin has recently dedicated himself to building. Felix has always had a kink for strength and muscles, and Hyunjin has always had a kink for Felix.
“Why am I always late to the party?” They hear as Chan exits the chalet.
“Not late, right on time. We’ve only just started,” Hyunjin mewls, beckoning for the elder to join them.
Chan wastes no time settling into the warm tub, sidling up behind Hyunjin to kiss the back of his neck. Hyunjin loves the way Chan’s lips feel on his skin. So pillowy-soft and supple. He turns his body to receive the plump lips with his own. Kissing Chan has always been one of his favorite things. The way his kisses are urgent, yet somehow still surprisingly gentle.
He pulls back once his body reminds him that he still requires oxygen. The slight light-headed feeling that oxygen deprivation brings leaves Hyunjin pliant. Chan settles him so he is sitting on the lounger seat, then lifts Felix to set him beside Hyunjin on the lounger. Chan alternates between kissing Felix and Hyunjin until their lips are swollen and red. Then he directs them to kiss each other as he takes on the task of relieving them from their trunks. Hyunjin isn’t sure why they even bothered putting them on to begin with; they all knew what was coming.
As Hyunjin is lost in Felix’s kiss, he feels Chan’s hand wrap around his length, stroking him to fullness. The water is doing little to ease the glide, but it feels amazing nonetheless. He can feel a modicum of precum release with every stroke of Chan’s firm hand.
He’s sad when Chan’s hand releases him, opening his eyes upon the realization that Chan is lifting and turning him over so he lays stomach down, bent over the side of the inground tub, the deck feels cool against his warm, wet skin. He feels Felix’s small hands separating his cheeks, urging Chan to taste. The warmth of Chan’s tongue circling his puckered rim sends chills through his already shocked system. The pressure of the soft muscle pushing its way into his entrance leaves Hyunjin gasping. It’s been far too long, but thankfully, he had already prepped himself, knowing what this week would bring.
Chan eats him out like he hasn’t had a meal in years, lapping up every bit of strawberry lube that Hyunjin had used to prepare. Once Chan has had his fill, he pulls away, lying Felix down on his back beside a breathless Hyunjin. Felix leans over to steal a kiss from Hyunjin as Chan begins placing kisses along Felix’s thighs and groin. Hyunjin watches with rapt attention as Chan licks at Felix’s tip before taking him whole. Hyunjin absorbs every gasp and moan from the youngest’s lips.
“Jinnie…use my mouth,” Felix purrs between groans.
Hyunjin crawls up until he’s kneeling beside Felix’s head. Felix reaches out to grab Hyunjin’s leg, guiding him until he is straddling his face. He feels Felix’s tongue on his tip as the younger kitten licks it, lapping up the tiny mess his precum had made. The view of Chan sucking Felix in and slowly pulling off is positively sinful. Felix is quick to acclimate to Hyunjin’s size in his throat, so Hyunjin finds himself thrusting his hips in time with Chan’s motions. The dual sensory experience of feeling Felix’s mouth on him while watching Chan suck Felix heightens the heat blazing through Hyunjin’s core. Hyunjin pulls out of Felix’s mouth before he succumbs to his orgasm, calming himself so he’s ready for the next course.
He dips back into the water, placing himself behind Chan. He kisses the older’s neck right where he knows he’s the most ticklish. He reaches his long arms around the muscular upper body of the older, grasping at his firm tits. Lightly rolling his nipples between his fingertips, listening for the inevitable intake of breath from the older. Knowing he’s always been sensitive here.
Felix finally indicates he’s close to cumming, so Chan pulls off, turning to give Hyunjin a deep, appreciative kiss. Hyunjin relishes the taste of Felix on Chan’s tongue. Chan guides Hyunjin until he’s between Felix’s legs. Hyunjin looks to see that Felix had also prepped himself and included a cute little plug with a Christmas wreath on the head. Hyunjin giggles in delight as he grasps the head of the plug, pushing it in just a bit before pulling it halfway out, then thrusting it back in.
“Jinnie!” Felix whines. “Please, just fuck me.”
Hyunjin adores the half fucked-out look in Felix’s eyes, the disheveled hair, the way his body squirms as the older toys with the plug sheathed within him. He smirks as he pulls it back out before pushing back in a few more times until he finally relents and relieves Felix of the plug. He lines his neglected cock up with the angel’s fluttering hole and slowly thrusts forward. He watches Felix’s face twist in pleasure as he slowly continues pushing until his hips meet Felix’s pert little ass.
As he’s resting flush against Felix, he feels Chan’s hands back on his ass, separating him. A slick finger circles his hole before pressing in. Feeling how loose Hyunjin already is, he quickly adds a second, then a third, before he’s satisfied that Hyunjin is ready. He feels the blunt tip of Chan’s cock pressing on his rim. He throws his head back, leaning it against Chan’s shoulder as the oldest slowly presses forward until he, too, is flush with Hyunjin’s ass. Once Hyunjin has acclimated, Chan pulls out until just his tip is nestled in Hyunjin. He feels Chan’s firm grip on his hips, pulling him out of Felix and impaling him on his own cock. He then pushes Hyunjin’s hips forward, sheathing him in Felix’s wet heat and pulling his cock out to the tip. Back and forth, back and forth. The dual sensation of Felix around his cock and Chan’s cock in his ass sends shockwave after shockwave to Hyunjin’s system.
Lewd moans leave all three men, making them grateful that their nearest neighbor is a good mile away. It doesn’t take long for Felix to begin clenching around Hyunjin, the stimulation then causes Hyunjin to begin clenching around Chan. The thrusting continues, albeit a little disjointed, as Chan begins to reach his peak in time with the others. Soon, Chan thrusts deep into Hyunjin, causing Hyunjin to thrust into Felix, sending all three of them to their climax together.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you two,” Chan says breathlessly into Hyunjin’s neck.
“Same,” both of the youngers reply simultaneously, as they all cuddle together within the warm waters of the hot tub. A tangle of lips and limbs giving Hyunjin the much needed respite from his despondent thoughts.
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The next afternoon finds three more of the group wandering in like stray kids off the street. Chan is sweeping up the needles that have already fallen from the Christmas tree, and Felix is casually strewn across the sofa, watching him. Hyunjin is settled at the bar between the kitchen and living room, sketching two of his favorite people.
“Yah! We’re here!” Changbin yells from the door.
“Binnie!” Felix squeals as he jumps up to run into the beefcake’s arms, giving him a quick kiss on the lips.
“Hey! What about us?” Jisung pouts behind him as Minho chuckles fondly at his husband.
“Aww, come here baby!” Felix coddles as he grabs his twin’s squishy cheeks and plunges his tongue in for a sloppy kiss.
Jisung pulls away, wiping his mouth off with the back of his hand. “Gee, thanks, Sunshine.”
Felix leans in to give a sweet kiss to the corner of Minho’s mouth, “Hi, hyung.”
“Hey, kitten,” Minho replies. “Same rooms?”
“Yep, same rooms,” Chan empties the dustpan into the trash, casually wrapping his arm around Hyunjin to guide him to the door. They also intimately greet the three men with hugs and kisses for each before helping them with their bags.
“I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve spent the last 36 hours in the studio. I’m gonna take a nap,” Changbin says with a toss of his bag on the dresser, before throwing himself on the bed, much to Chan’s dismay.
Later that evening, Minho and Jisung are resting in their room, Hyunjin is tucked into a chair in the corner, sketching the couple in their element. The three of them softly discuss some things that have been on Hyunjin’s mind, while a random anime plays in the background.
“How long have you been feeling this way, Jinnie?” Minho asks.
“For a while,” Hyunjin says quietly, staring at his pad, refusing to make eye contact with the men.
“And none of them know you like them that way?” Jisung asks.
“Of course not. What if they aren’t interested in something like that? What if…” Hyunjin cuts himself off.
“What if what, Hyunjin-ah?” Minho prompts.
“What if…what if they don’t like me that way?” Hyunjin says it so quietly that they almost don’t hear it.
“You’ll never know unless you open up to them,” Minho responds.
Felix peeks his head in, startling the three men. “What ya doing?” he asks bubbly.
“Nothing, just watching an anime, don’t know what Hyunjin is doing,” Jisung responds as he presses pause on the laptop resting on their legs.
“Just enjoying the view,” Hyunjin says with a smirk, again refusing to look away from his notebook.
“What’s up, Lix-ah?” Minho asks.
“Nothing, I’m just bored.”
“Wanna watch something with us?” Jisung asks.
“Got any Hentai?” Felix asks with a grin.
“Oh, show him that one we watched last week with the maid that looks just like him.” Minho cackles as Jisung pulls up the video.
They nestle Felix in between them as the video begins. Hyunjin watches secretly as Felix starts to squirm. He isn’t sure if it’s because of the video or the fact that Jisung has started to kiss Felix’s neck while Minho is running his hand up his inner thigh. Both men shoot glances at the artist, almost taunting him.
Hyunjin flips the page in his sketchbook, trying to capture the look on Felix’s face. The struggle he sees as Felix deliberates between trying to concentrate on the screen and wanting to close his eyes to enjoy the pleasure he feels. Hyunjin can’t get enough of his angel.
“Hey! Binnie still asleep?” Chan says as he rounds the corner, stopping in his tracks to watch the scene unfold. “What do we have here?” he asks with a knowing smile.
“Just a little kitten play, why don’t you join us,” Minho says as he unbuttons Felix’s top.
Chan throws a look towards Hyunjin, seemingly to ask if he is joining. “No, I wanna watch this time,” Hyunjin replies to the look, blowing a kiss at the man. As much as he does want to join, the view in the hot tub last night turned him on more than he thought possible. Tonight he wants to observe. Record. Relish the sight.
Hyunjin begins scratching furiously on the sketchpad as he watches Felix and Jisung rise up to their knees in a heated kiss. Chan crawls up behind Felix to press himself into his back, running his hands across the toned chest and abs of the lithe man.
Minho busies himself with undressing Jisung, careful not to interrupt the kiss too much. He waits for them to pause to take a breath before pulling his shirt over his head, kissing along his neck and shoulders while he gently pinches the younger’s oh so sensitive nipples.
“God, watching you two make out always gets me,” Chan whispers into Felix’s ear while he slowly unzips his pants, pulling both them and his boxers off until they are pooled at his knees. Jisung is in the same shape, as Minho has successfully pulled his jeans down as well.
“Alright, you two break it up long enough for us to finish the job, eh?” Minho snickers. Jisung turns to his lover with a pout. “Don’t pout at me, little mouse, you know it doesn’t work.” Minho lays Jisung on his back as he glides his jeans and boxers down his legs, taking the time to kiss his way back up his inner thighs.
Chan pushes Felix down on all fours so his face hovers upside down over Jisung’s, he can’t help but give his twin a sweet Spiderman kiss. He gently removes his pants from his legs and separates his cheeks. “So pretty here. So pretty everywhere,” Chan says before diving in for a taste, teasing his tongue against the youngest’s rim.
Jisung is already open and ready, thanks to the handy little plug he almost always wears. Minho pulls it out, enjoying the whine it elicits from the man. “I know, little baby, you hate being empty. Don’t worry, I’ll fill you up nice and full soon.” He adds a little extra lube to his fingers before teasing the puckered entrance. As he begins pushing two fingers in, he kitten licks at the tip of Jisung’s painfully hard cock. Running his tongue in a circle around the head before sinking down, swallowing him whole.
The groan elicited from Jisung is pure poetry to Hyunjin’s ears. Felix smiles with half-lidded eyes at his sunshine twin below him, leaning down to lick into his open mouth. Jisung returns the favor, tangling their tongues in a wet mess of a kiss.
As Chan reaches for the lube to begin opening Felix, Hyunjin is furiously scratching at his sketchpad, squirming to make room for the erection that’s growing painful in its neglect. He takes a moment to shift himself before going back to capturing the lewd scene.
In the time it took Hyunjin to adjust, both Minho and Chan had taken position to enter their partners, Chan behind Felix, holding his hips and Minho nestled between Jisung’s thighs. Jisung and Felix were still fully engaged in a sloppy makeout. Chan and Minho make eye contact, lining up with their respective holes before pushing in at the same time, causing the twins to gasp into each other’s mouths as the sensation of fullness takes over.
Hyunjin watches as the two oldest men begin thrusting in synchrony. He enjoys the way the two youngest attempt to continue kissing, but just end up moaning onto each other’s lips. He can’t help himself at this point as he relieves himself of his sweats, squeezing gently, gathering the bit of precum that spills over the tip to ease the glide. His eyes never leave the foursome, attempting to memorize the entire scene so he can paint it later.
As Hyunjin feels himself starting to tip over the edge, he sees that Chan and Minho are both becoming slightly erratic with their rhythm. Chan turns to watch Hyunjin stroking himself to completion; the eye contact sends sparks through Hyunjin’s core. Timing it perfectly, all five men find their climax at the same time. The four on the bed collapse into a satisfied cuddle puddle. Felix and Jisung begin making grabby hands at Hyunjin to join. With a smile, he lays his sketchpad on the table next to the chair and collapses on top of the pile. Giggles, breathlessness, and the sounds of lips meeting in sensual kisses fill the air. Hyunjin couldn’t be happier. Well, almost.
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“Why didn’t someone wake me up?” Changbin whined when Hyunjin told him what he had slept through the previous night.
“Aww, Binnie. You needed your sleep,” Hyunjin replied with a soft chuckle. “There will be plenty more opportunities, you know.”
“You really just watched?”
“I did. It was so erotic to just sit back and enjoy it. Wanna see what I drew?”
Changbin doesn’t waste time snatching the sketchpad from Hyunjin’s hands, greedily flipping through the sketches, drool pooling in his mouth as his eager eyes take in the details.
“Jinnie…”
“Yeah?”
“I thought you said this was a foursome.”
“It was.”
“Then why are all of these Chan and Felix?”
“What?” Hyunjin asks as he grabs the sketchpad back, flipping through the images. Felix nestled between two faceless men fondling him. Chan’s fond gaze as Felix is making out with a faceless figure. Felix, with his head thrown back in pleasure, as Chan eats him from behind. Chan, pressing into Felix, who is Spiderman-kissing the same faceless figure who is being fucked by another faceless figure. “I was planning on adding Jisung and Minho later…”
“Mmhhhmmm, sure you were,” Changbin says skeptically.
“Shut up.”
“Hey, where is everyone?” They hear from downstairs.
“The babies are here!” Hyunjin yells as he tosses the pad on his bed and runs down the stairs.
“Innie!” he screams as he tackles Jeongin, taking a moment to sniff and ruffle his hair before giving him a kiss.
“Hi, Jinnie! Missed you,” Jeongin says shyly.
“What about me?” Seungmin scoffs.
“Come here, cutie.” Hyunjin throws his arms around the man, greeting him with a kiss as well.
“Hey, baby. And actual baby,” Changbin says as he saunters up, wrapping his arms around Seungmin’s waist.
The rest of the crew rushes in at different times to tackle the two youngest before helping them with their luggage.
Later that evening, they are all enjoying a few bottles of wine in the living room while catching up on everything they’ve missed in each other’s lives. Jeongin is sitting with a lap full of squirmy Jisung, who refuses to stop kissing his entire face. Hyunjin lounges beside them, fingers absentmindedly threading through Jeongin's soft locks. Minho has taken the last spot on the couch and is currently tormenting Seungmin, who is on the floor, by tickling his ribs with his socked feet. Felix is lying on the ground with his head resting on Seungmin's thigh and his feet in Changbin's lap. Changbin and Chan are engaged in quiet conversation regarding work, which garners them an annoyed glance from Hyunjin.
"I thought we said no work talk during found family time?" Hyunjin questions with exasperation.
"Sorry, Jinnie. No more. I promise," Chan replies, moving to lay a kiss on Hyunjin’s frowning lips before lifting his glass from his hand to refill it.
Soft snores rise from the floor as Felix is the first to cave to the alcohol and late hour.
"He's cute when he sleeps, the little minx," Seungmin observes as he tenderly brushes his hair from his eyes. "Who wants to help me carry him up to his room?"
"I can, since we are sharing this year. As soon as I can get his clingy twin off my lap," Jeongin replies.
Jisung stops planting kisses on Jeongin's cheek long enough to pout at him. "I'm not clingy. Minho-hyung, am I clingy?"
"Absolutely." Jisung's exaggerated gasp brings rumbles of chuckles through the group. "But I like clingy. Come on, koala, let's go to bed. I'm tired," Minho says as he holds out his arms for Jisung to jump into.
"Just for that, you don't get to hug the cute me tonight."
"We'll see how long that lasts," Minho says with a firm smack on the younger's ass.
Jeongin stretches in an attempt to regain circulation to his limbs before effortlessly lifting Felix in his arms bridal style.
"Since when did our maknae get so strong?" Changbin teases. Jeongin just levels him with a smirk before taking off up the stairs. "Come on, Minnie."
"Why don't I get carried?"
"Because then I can't stare at your ass when we walk up the steps," Changbin fires back with his signature high-pitched giggle.
Hyunjin begins collecting the empty wine bottles and a few of the dirty wine glasses. "Jinnie, you don't have to do that. We can clean up in the morning," Chan says softly.
"Really, Chan? Are you telling me that your OCD mind won't have you fixated on the fact that there are dirty glasses and trash just sitting on the sofa table all night until you finally give up and come down in the middle of the night to clean up?"
"When you put it like that…" Chan rubs the back of his neck as a slight blush appears on his cheeks from being called out so accurately.
"If I help, the mess gets cleaned quicker and then we can both relax." Hyunjin empties his hands to wrap them around the older's waist and pull him in for a tender, lingering kiss.
"You know me too well," Chan whispers as he dives in for a more urgent kiss.
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A few mornings later, found the group gathered for a nice big breakfast together before dispersing to go their separate ways. Minho and Jisung out to walk off their morning gluttony, Felix and Chan to relax in the hot tub. It's Changbin and Hyunjin's turn to clean up the kitchen mess, so they begin gathering the dirty dishes. Seungmin and Jeongin decide to be helpful, so one starts to rinse the pots, pans and dishware while the other loads the dishwasher.
When the final dishes have been brought in, Changbin wraps his arms around Jeongin's waist, locking him in a tight back hug. "I love when our little Innie helps! He's just the cutest."
"Ugh! Get off me!" Jeongin yells as he attempts to break the grip Changbin has on him, which sends them both stumbling backwards into the doorway.
"What do we have here?" Seungmin questions with a gleam in his eye.
Hyunjin looks up in time to see where the two men are standing. "Oops, looks like you found the mistletoe."
"What? That wasn't here this morning!" Jeongin hollers. "I saw it in the upstairs hallway."
"I'll bet it was Felix. You know how much he loves to catch people with that," Seungmin snickers.
"Well, it's a Christmas tradition. You better kiss or you'll both have bad relationship luck for the rest of your life."
Changbin grins, then puckers up towards the youngest. "Come here, baby bread. It's tradition."
"I don't want to kiss you!"
"Yah! I will not have bad luck just because you're a kiss prude! Come here you little brat." Changbin grabs the back of his neck and pulls him in.
The kiss has Hyunjin and Seungmin roaring as Jeongin pushes against Changbin's chest, and Changbin firms his grip. It's not until Changbin tugs on the younger's hair a bit, causing him to gasp, that the tides turn. Changbin wastes no time slipping his tongue in during the opening the gasp provides. Jeongin's resolve slowly melts as he begins to reciprocate, eventually turning from fight to freeze to fluff.
Seungmin walks forward after watching the two for a moment, a hint of jealousy in his gaze. He grabs hold of Changbin's chin, pulling him out of the trance the encounter has left him in. He replaces Jeongin's lips with his own. Jeongin leans back against the frame of the doorway, attempting to catch his breath for a moment, not noticing the tall figure approaching him.
"Are you going to fight me too?" Hyunjin asks with a coy smile.
"Never." Jeongin pulls Hyunjin by the hand, immediately crushing their lips together, slowly turning them until Hyunjin's back is pressed to the firm wood of the doorway. He slowly nudges Hyunjin's legs apart, stepping into the space to close the remaining gap between them. Hyunjin's arms wrap naturally around Jeongin's neck, as the younger's hands run down his ribs, eventually making their way to his ass.
Hyunjin isn't entirely sure when roaming hands turned into disrobing hands, but he realizes it when their kiss is broken by the fabric of his t-shirt being pulled over his head, followed very shortly by Jeongin's own polo. Hyunjin looks over to see Changbin and Seungmin in much the same state of undress, with Seungmin taking Changbin's thick length between the pillows of his lips as he pulls the older's pants down to his feet.
When he turns back, Jeongin has already removed his pants and is working on the button of Hyunjin's jeans. He can see how hard the youngest is by the outline of the erection in his boxers, which just sends an aching need through Hyunjin's core. Watching the corded forearms and large hands working on his jeans, knowing those fingers will soon be inside him, stretching him, causes shivers down his spine.
He looks over Jeongin to see that Changbin has Seungmin pressed face-first into the frame while he scissors two fingers inside the whimpering man. He feels Jeongin kissing his way up his thighs, stopping to lavish some attention to his sensitive tip. He looks down to see sultry, vulpine eyes staring into his very soul. Hyunjin’s eyes roll back as Jeongin takes his full length in, swallowing around him hungrily like it’s his last meal.
When he opens his eyes, he sees Changbin has spun Seungmin around, one hand on his hip holding him close as he slowly stretches the younger around his thick cock. The second hand wrapped around the younger’s throat, squeezing just the way Seungmin likes. The sight alone almost pushes Hyunjin over the edge, his length kicking in Jeongin’s mouth, warning how close he is. Jeongin pulls off with a smirk. “Not yet, baby.”
Jeongin stands, lifting Hyunjin’s chin a bit to connect their lips again. The taste of himself on Jeongin’s tongue is better than any dessert he could dream of. He feels Jeongin reach behind him, separating his cheeks to rub a cool, slippery finger across his rim before slowly pressing forward. Hyunjin has no idea when or where Jeongin got the lube, but the slow, delicious burn of the digit making space inside him pushes the question from his mind.
Jeongin pulls Hyunjin away from the frame, slowly kissing his way around him, down his neck, licking at the dips and crevices of his collarbone and shoulder before kissing his way across his back and up the nape of his neck. He feels a strong hand on his shoulder blades, gently pressing him forward until he is bent. Hyunjin grabs hold of Seungmin’s hips for support, mouth watering at the sight of Seungmin’s neglected cock so close to his face. As Jeongin presses a second finger inside, Hyunjin gives in to his urges and licks at Seungmin’s tip, running his tongue around it to taste the small drips of pre-cum. The way Seungmin’s hips jolt from the stimulation brings a smile to Hyunjin’s face.
Hyunjin feels the fingers being pulled away and settles into the small bit of sadness the emptiness leaves, until the blunt end of Jeongin’s cock is brushing against his opening. Hyunjin opens his mouth around Seungmin, allowing the natural movement of Jeongin pressing into him to guide him further and further down the other’s shaft. When Jeongin finally bottoms out, Seungmin hits the back of Hyunjin’s throat from an especially rough thrust by Changbin. The simultaneous shock of feeling full and the intrusion into his throat causes him to unconsciously clench on both men, which starts a domino effect of pleasure, eliciting pornographic groans from all four of them.
Jeongin begins to slowly thrust, which continues to force Hyunjin deeper onto Seungmin, which causes him to tense and squeeze Changbin. Conversely, every time Changbin thrusts, it pushes Seungmin forward, striking the back of Hyunjin’s throat, causing him to tighten around Jeongin. Soon, the two men coordinate their thrusts to cause a pendulum motion of pleasure back and forth, like waves ebbing and flowing on the sand.
Seungmin reaches his peak first, a breathless whine coming from him as he releases himself in Hyunjin’s mouth. Followed shortly by a low, guttural groan from Changbin as he unloads within Seungmin. Both men stand, watching Hyunjin and Jeongin work towards their end. Seungmin whispers something into Changbin’s ear, which garners a smirk from the older. Jeongin’s grip on Hyunjin’s hips tightens, indicating how close he is to his release. Changbin holds Hyunjin’s torso, allowing Seungmin to slip down to his knees, taking Hyunjin’s painfully neglected cock into the warmth of his mouth. Changbin crashes his lips against Hyunjin’s, tongue pressing its way past his lips to taste him. Jeongin’s thrusting becomes erratic, and the grip on his hips is bruising. Hyunjin feels like a god being worshipped in every capacity.
Jeongin thrusts a few more times, striking the sensitive bundle of nerves within Hyunjin just right. The final thrust finds both men releasing. Hyunjin into Seungmin’s awaiting mouth and Jeongin inside Hyunjin. Changbin swallows the moans from Hyunjin’s release directly from his tongue. Hyunjin feels spent, boneless, and weak. Only being kept aloft by the strength of Changbin’s hold on him.
“I think we need a shower,” Seungmin says with a snicker.
“Round two in the big bathroom?” Changbin responds with a waggle of his eyebrow.
“At least we didn’t leave a mess,” Seungmin says.
“Chan will be happy about that,” Jeongin replies as he picks up Hyunjin bridal style and heads for the large shower in the main bedroom.
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The week is finally coming to a close, and many happy memories have been made yet again this year. Hyunjin can’t help but feel a bit of melancholy returning at the impending end of their vacation. He doesn’t look forward to leaving yet. He never does. Returning to his lonely downtown apartment always leaves him with a vast emptiness in his core. The holidays are never easy, but separating from his found family is always the hardest. Over the years, they have become his second home. His happiness. His heart.
He paints on a grin as he heads down for their gift exchange. An annual event that always brings laughs and merriment to the occasion. He finds the other seven men already perched on the furniture in the living room, gifts sitting in front of them. Felix and Jisung are sitting smushed into a large chair together, gossiping like loud soccer moms out for a spiked pumpkin spice latte. Minho is sitting with Changbin and Seungmin on one of the couches, currently provoking the youngest of the three, who is being held back by Changbin. Hyunjin makes his way to the other couch to settle in between Jeongin and Chan, who both naturally wrap their arms around him, lean into his warmth, and snuggle against him. It soothes his soul.
Hyunjin makes a silent wish for this to never end. For all of them to stay locked in this moment for eternity, but reality awaits on the other side of the chalet door, where work and responsibility sits, waiting for their attention. He shakes the thought away and relishes in the magic of the moment for one last day.
“So, who’s going to start?” Chan asks with a twinkle in his eye.
“Rock, paper, scissors?” Jisung suggests.
“Why is that always your suggestion?” Jeongin asks.
“Because it’s how he and Minho decide who bottoms,” Seungmin says with a snicker as Jisung pouts.
“Don’t be salty just because you couldn’t even top a fleshlight if you tried,” Minho jokes, poking the younger in the side, causing Seungmin to try and jump over Changbin to get to Minho.
“I’ll top your ass!” the younger yells as he tries in vain to get a grasp on the older’s arm.
“Ha! I’d love to see you try,” Minho taunts.
“Yah! Don’t make me separate you two,” Changbin yells.
“I think Jinnie should start. He put in all the work to decorate this place for us. Let him go first,” Felix offers with a smile.
“Ok then, Jinnie, here you go,” Chan says as he holds out the bag that was laying by his feet.
Hyunjin pulls out the tissue paper, holding his breath in anticipation.
“What is it?” Jisung asks with bright eyes.
“It’s paints? Uhm, thank you, Channie,” Hyunjin says, trying not to show the slight disappointment he feels.
“It’s not JUST paints, Jin. Look again,” Chan urges.
Hyunjin pulls the containers out of the bag, finally seeing the label. “Oh! This could be fun,” he says.
Jeongin leans forward to take a closer look. “Edible body paints?”
Hyunjin glances at Chan, whose face has turned a light shade of red. “Yeah, I thought maybe I could be your canvas?” the older says timidly.
A smile spreads across Hyunjin’s face as he leans in to give Chan a sweet kiss. “I love it.”
“Ok, Chan next!” Felix says enthusiastically.
“Who made you the director of this ship?” Seungmin snarks.
“Well, how do you want to do it then?” Jisung responds.
“It actually makes sense, Chan gave a present, now he gets one,” Jeongin reasons.
“Yeah. See!” Felix yells, sticking his tongue out at Seungmin.
“Whatever,” Seungmin retorts with no real bite.
“So who has Channie’s gift?” Changbin asks.
“That would be me,” Minho says as he plays with his phone.
“Then put your phone away and give it to him,” Hyunjin says with a giggle.
“I’m working on it. Here, open this while you wait.” Minho hands Chan an envelope.
“What is this? A gift card?” Chan asks with a smile.
“Just open it. You’ll see.” Minho’s grin is positively evil as he stands to make his way over to the oldest.
Chan opens the envelope to see a card with a picture of Jureumi on the front. He looks up questioningly at Minho.
“Just open it!” Minho says exasperatingly.
Chan lifts the cover to see a single word written in bold capitalized letters. “Control?” he questions.
Minho holds his cell phone out for the older to take. His smirk widens.
“What’s this?” Chan asks.
“You see that little white button looking thing at the bottom. Drag it up.”
“What?!?!” Jisung yells at the same time Chan does as he’s told. A loud cry erupts from Jisung’s gaping mouth, eyes widening in shock, before he trembles head to toe. Goosebumps erupt across the man’s skin as he gives Chan a pleading look. Silently begging for mercy.
Chan’s finger drags the controller back to zero. “Is this what I think it is?”
“Mmhhmmm, you get temporary control over Jisung’s butt plug. Enjoy!” Minho laughs as he heads back to his seat.
“Hyung, how could you?” Jisung whines as he lies limp against Felix’s side.
“Sorry, little baby. Chan told me how much of a brat you’ve been at the studio lately. It was the best gift I could think of to give him.” Jisung’s pout increases as Minho blows him a kiss. “I’ll make it up to you later.”
“Hmph,” is the only response Jisung can manage as Chan sets the controller to halfway, causing another loud cry that ends with a sensual whine, before lowering it again.
“Oh this is going to be fun,” Chan says with an evil gleam in his eye.
"Here, Minho." Felix holds out a gift bag towards him.
"For me?" Minho says sweetly.
"I hope it's a remote controlled butt plug so I can give the app to Seungm-AHHH." Jisung's words are cut off by another yell brought on by Chan's control.
"Yep. Definitely fun. Hey, Minho, can I borrow this when we get back to the studio?" Chan asks with a laugh.
"Sorry, no can do. It's a one time only deal. Unless the price is right." Minho grins.
"H-y-y-u-u-n-n-g-g!" Jisung whines as his body shivers slightly from the stimulation.
"Just open your gift, Evil Bunny," Seungmin snarks.
Minho pulls the tissue from the paper, startling when something pops out at his face. He holds the item up to find it's a headband with fluffy white rabbit ears. He quirks his eyebrow at Felix.
"That's not all. Keep looking," Felix says, beaming with pride.
Minho looks in the bag and pulls out a fluffy white rabbit tail butt plug, again quirking his eyebrow at the younger.
Seungmin's laugh is the loudest. "Now you really will be an evil bunny!"
"Oh my. Uhhhhh Lix-ah, here's yours." Jisung holds out the gift box to his twin.
"Oh yay!" Felix says with delight as he rips the lid off the box to find cat ears with a cat tail butt plug. "Ooooh fun!" he says as he puts the headband on straight away.
"This is yours, Jisung." Jeongin hands him a neatly wrapped gift.
"If that's a squirrel tail plug, then it will have to wait, because I'm enjoying my gift," Chan says as another scream rips from Jisung.
"I hate you right now," Jisung hisses.
"No, you don't," Chan replies with a wink.
Jisung messily rips the paper from the box. Opening the top and staring at the contents inside. "In-ah! How did you know?" he yells as he pulls out nipple clamps, handcuffs, a whip set, and fleshlight from the box.
"You literally send your wishlist with links to the group chat, Sung. EVERYBODY knew," Jeongin replies while rolling his eyes.
"I got you, Innie," Seungmin says as he hands over his gift bag.
Jeongin carefully pulls out the tissue, allowing the gift to fall into the bottom of the bag, taking a peek before he allows anyone else to see. "What the hell, Minnie?!?!" he yells.
Seungmin's evil laugh rings through the room as the rest of the group stares back and forth between the two men. Jeongin looks halfway between livid and embarrassed as he stares open-mouthed into the bag.
"I'm not pulling that out," he declares as he sets the bag on the floor at his feet.
"You have to, it's part of the tradition!" Felix says, eager to see the gift.
"No! Not gonna do it." Jeongin doubles down in defiance.
"It can't be that bad," Hyunjin says as he snags the bag from the floor, looking inside and bursting into unbridled laughter. He reaches in and pulls out a black priest's shirt with a collar and a dildo with a cross handle.
Laughter erupts from everyone, but Jeongin, as his blush deepens and his glare at Seungmin grows even more intense. "You're dead," he mouths at his roommate.
Once the laughter fades a bit, Changbin holds a gift out to Seungmin. "This is yours."
Seungmin carefully unwraps the gift, making sure not to tear any of the pretty paper. Then gently opens the box to see a beautiful crystal-encrusted collar and leash with his name on the dog tag. "It's beautiful, baby. I love it," he says with a sweet kiss to Changbin's cheek.
"I guess that just leaves yours, Binnie." Hyunjin hands him the large, flat gift that he brought with him.
"Oooohhhhh!" Changbin says, rubbing his hands together. "Is this what I think it is?"
"Open it and find out," Hyunjin replies.
Changbin tears the paper away to find a canvas, a Hyunjin original, a self-portrait, a nude self-portrait. Changbin's eyes grow wide. "I've been asking for one of these for years!" he yells with excitement. "Minnie can we hang this in the study?"
"Of course! It will be perfect above the couch."
"What study? You and Innie don't have a study," Hyunjin questions.
"When our lease is up in a month, Binnie and I are moving in together," Seungmin responds.
"What?!?!" "When did this happen?" "That's amazing!" "I guess you're going to make us help you move, huh?" Come the responses from the other men. The only people who don't respond are Chan and Jeongin.
"What are you going to do, Innie?" Hyunjin asks the youngest.
"There's a plan, but we can talk about that later. Right now, we need to finish our tradition," Jeongin responds with a twinkle in his eye.
Hyunjin gets lost in those eyes for a moment until he feels Chan's lips kissing the back of his neck. "Ready to paint, Picasso?"
He turns to see that Chan has already removed his shirt and is leaning back, giving him access to his "canvas". He eagerly pulls his paints out, laying them out on the coffee table, laughing as he watches Chan’s thumb moving across the phone controller, which always elicits a verbal response from Jisung. When Chan finally turns the controller down to a manageable level, Jisung is able to function again. Crawling over to his hyung with the chain from his nipple clamps, brushing across the floor. He looks up, asking for permission before unzipping the older’s pants with shaky hands.
Everyone else is in differing states of undress. Minho had finally put on the bunny ears, but is staring at the plug tail like it insulted his mother. Felix is already undressed and bent over for Binnie, who is already two fingers deep, to assist him with getting his plug inserted.
Seungmin, already wearing his collar and leash like a good boy, is sitting in his boxer briefs and taunting Minho with the lube bottle. Minho holds out Jisung’s new fleshlight with a smirk. “Go ahead, bottom boy. Top it.”
Jeongin is sitting silently, watching it all unfold, completely ignoring the bag sitting at his feet. Hyunjin picks up the neglected bag and pulls the contents out. “How about if I help you get dressed?” he asks with an innocent tilt to his head.
Jeongin’s smirk causes one of his dimples to shine. “Anything for you,” he says, leveling Hyunjin with a heated gaze.
Hyunjin makes quick work of discarding the younger’s t-shirt and jeans. Pulling the black shirt around his shoulders and buttoning only the top button. He’s too happy about the delicious view of Jeongin’s developed pecs and toned abs to cover those up. He bites his lip as he places the white collar around his neck, which has become thick since the younger has taken up working out. He stops to lavish attention and leaves a blooming bruise on his jugular before securing the collar in place. He hands the cross-handled dildo to the younger and asks with a hint of coquette and shining eyes, “what are you going to do with that, Mr. Priest?”
“How about I show you how good boys get to see heaven?” The younger’s words send a chill down Hyunjin’s spine. Knowing he will once again get to experience the pleasure of Jeongin’s hands on him. Jeongin takes his time, undressing Hyunjin with kisses along his collarbone and shoulders as his shirt is slowly discarded. As the younger makes his way down his chest to wrap his lips around one of Hyunjin’s peaking buds, Hyunjin’s head lolls to the side while expelling a soft moan of relief.
Hyunjin sees that Changbin already has the “animals” kneeling in front of him, “teaching them tricks” in the manner of Felix sucking off Minho and Seungmin, presenting so that Changbin can finger him open. Felix’s cat tail is swaying enticingly with every movement. Minho’s bunny tail seemingly bounces every time Felix hits an especially sensitive spot, causing the older to clench.
He can’t see Chan and Jisung because they are behind him, but if the wet sounds coming from Jisung and groans emanating from Chan are anything to go by, they are doing just fine.
“Stand up for me, beautiful,” Jeongin breathes against Hyunjin’s skin. Hyunjin hurries to follow his command. Standing before the breathtaking man. The man’s vulpine eyes gazing across his form with a look of pure hunger cause him to shiver from head to toe.
He watches as those glorious hands work to undo his jeans, an instant replay of their last interaction. He loves when Jeongin undresses him, takes care of him, loves him. He caresses the man’s cheek as he steps out of his jeans and boxers, before leaning down to kiss his tempting mouth. “Take me to heaven,” he whispers against his lips, as Jeongin’s hands move to his hips, guiding him to turn around and kneel on the couch.
Chan makes eye contact with him beaconing him to come closer. Hyunjin leans down to kiss the eldest, swallowing a deep moan, caused by the talented mouth of Jisung on his cock. While this is happening, he feels Jeongin’s hands pull him apart and the warmth of a tongue lap across his sensitive rim.
Hyunjin pulls away from Chan, delighting in the thread of spit that continues to connect him to the older. He reaches over to grab his paints and brush, dipping the brush in the red paint before giving Chan’s nipple a light flick of his tongue, then painting a red heart around it. He draws a few more cute graphics, including the word love written under the contour of his pec, only for him to see.
He holds the brush to Chan’s lips, getting some of the paint on them, giving him an almost after make-out, smeared lipstick look. Chan opens his mouth to receive the brush, laving his tongue across the tip to clean the “paint” away. Hyunjin’s mouth waters watching Chan’s pillowy soft lips wrapped around the handle, while feeling his dexterous tongue working to clean the bristles. Hyunjin pulls the brush away from Chan’s mouth at the same time Jisung lets out a loud groan upon releasing all over the couch. Chan’s mirthful smile spreads across his face as he raises the phone to show Hyunjin the control at max. Hyunjin looks down to see Jisung writhing on the floor, body racked with shakes as he works through his orgasm, before collapsing when Chan finally turns off the remote app and sets the phone on the side table.
Hyunjin looks over his shoulder to see Felix still on all fours with a mouthful of Minho’s cock, while sitting on Seungmin’s face, who is being fucked by Changbin. All of their faces contorted in differing levels of pleasure. Minho lets out a groan, releasing into Felix’s mouth, who is trying his best not to gag around the massive organ brutally assaulting the back of his throat. Tears are streaming down his face, and Hyunjin wishes he could paint the picture. Felix is always so beautiful when he cries.
He feels Chan’s hand gently grasping his chin, turning him to face the eldest. A soft smile adorns the man’s face as he whispers, “your canvas needs attention.”
Hyunjin lowers himself to lick at the heart around Chan’s nipples. Taking a moment to give special attention to the sensitive bud. Just as he takes it lightly between his teeth, he feels Jeongin’s finger prodding at his entrance. The sensation of the thick digit invading him causes him to involuntarily bite down on Chan. The positively pornographic groan it elicits from the man makes Hyunjin tingle. Chan repositions himself until he is lying flat on the couch, urging Hyunjin to lie on top of him. Jeongin’s skilled fingers have already worked up to two, searching for Hyunjin’s delicious bundle of nerves. Hyunjin licks at Chan’s lips, removing the remnants of paint from them before connecting their mouths again.
He feels Jeongin pull away, and the blunt tip of the lubed-up dildo presses against his rim. Chan reaches between them, wrapping his strong hand around both of their lengths, using the bit of precum there to help aid the glide. Stroking them in tandem with Jeongin’s thrusting of the dildo at the perfect angle, sending Hyunjin straight to heaven just as Jeongin had promised.
Hyunjin has lost all sense of what is happening around him as the grasp from Chan’s hold on them and Jeongin expertly targeting his prostate sends wave after wave of pleasure through his system. He finds himself panting into Chan’s mouth, attempting some semblance of a kiss as his control teeters precariously on the edge of climax.
One final thrust from Jeongin, accompanied by a smooth twist from Chan, sends Hyunjin over the brink. His body shakes in pleasure, causing him to shift atop Chan. He feels Chan’s arm wrap protectively around his torso, keeping him secure. The strong muscles beneath him contract as Chan’s cum mixes with his own release between their stomachs. Jeongin continues stroking gently, working Hyunjin through his orgasm until he’s no longer shaking. Pulling the toy away as he places light kisses to Hyunjin’s back.
Hyunjin lies boneless against Chan’s body. He opens his eyes in time to see Minho deadlift a sleeping Jisung and throw him over his shoulder. A sleepy ‘Jagiya?’ can be heard from the younger’s mouth.
“Don’t worry, Jisungie. I’m taking you to bed,” Minho says softly as he carries him up the stairs.
Changbin, Seungmin and Felix are currently cuddled up together on the floor. A couple of the couch pillows under their heads and throw blankets draped across their entangled forms.
“Innie, can you help me get him upstairs?” Hyunjin hears Chan ask from beneath him.
Jeongin lifts Hyunjin with ease as Chan crawls off the couch. He feels Jeongin shift him into Chan’s strong grip. He rests his head against Chan’s shoulder, trusting the eldest will safely get him to bed.
As he lets the final drags of sleepiness overtake him, he hears Chan asking, “Do you want to sleep with us tonight.”
“No, it’s ok. If things go well tomorrow, then tonight will be the last night I have a full bed to myself,” Jeongin replies softly.
“Ok, Innie. Sleep well.”
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Hyunjin wakes with his face pressed closely to Chan’s chest. He still feels sated from the events of the previous evening. He takes a moment to inhale Chan’s natural musk; he’s always loved the way Chan smells of soap, shampoo, and whatever remnants of cologne he decided on. The gentle up and down of Chan’s breathing soothes Hyunjin’s nerves, as the reminder that his “family” will be departing today sets them on edge.
He tries to ward off the incoming wave of sadness that is working its way into his mind. Holding on to the fact that he is not alone right now. He is nestled in Chan’s arms, hearing his soft snoring, safely tucked into the side of one of the men he loves.
As he attempts to relax himself and enjoy these final moments with the older, he feels Chan shift a bit. “Jinnie, you ok?” he hears the man ask, voice husky from sleep.
Hyunjin turns a smile towards him, but he knows it’s laced with a heavy heart. Naturally, Chan can sense something is wrong as he pulls him impossibly tighter. “What’s wrong, baby?” Chan asks softly.
“I’m not ready for this to be over. I never am,” Hyunjin replies as the beginning of a tear threatens to fall from his eye. “I don’t want to go home to an empty apartment. I miss all of you so much when I’m there.”
“Oh, Jinnie,” Chan says as he places a gentle kiss on the top of his head.
“I know we all have our lives to live and it’s a me problem. I shouldn’t put it on you like this, I’m sorry.”
“Jinnie, baby, if this has been bothering you, I wish you would have said something sooner,” Chan says with a hint of sorrow in his voice. “I always thought you enjoyed your space. You always said it was ‘freeing to have a creative space all your own’, so I didn’t know.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t want anyone to worry about me. At first it was freeing. No one was upset that I was awake in the middle of the night painting. No one was telling me I should sleep more. No one complained that my canvases were taking up too much space. But over time, I’ve grown weary of the solitude,” Hyunjin says with a sigh. “It’s not your problem to fix, Channie. You’ve got the weight of the world on your shoulders already. I’m fine. I promise,” Hyunjin tries to reassure him.
Chan looks as though he wants to say more, but instead, he just pulls him in closer, giving him another lingering kiss to the crown of his head.
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Hyunjin is hanging out in Minho and Jisung’s room, sketching the view from their window as they finish packing their bags.
“I can’t believe you made me faceless, Jinnie. Me?!? You didn’t capture my handsome face at all. I’m hurt,” Jisung pouts while he haphazardly throws a few t-shirts into the luggage that Minho immediately pulls out and begins folding properly.
“Jagiya, don’t pout. We know why he didn’t draw us,” Minho says with a smirk.
Hyunjin throws a side-eye at the older, then rolls his eyes.
“What time do we need to be at your parent’s house?” Jisung asks.
“Dinner is at 5:00.”
“Look! It’s starting to snow!” Jisung says, looking excitedly out the window. “Jagiya, the first snow,” he says, waving grabby hands towards Minho.
Minho walks over to pull Jisung into a back hug and enjoy the view. Hyunjin slips out the door quietly to give the couple their privacy. Upon entering the living room, he sees Changbin and Seungmin standing on the deck wrapped around each other, watching the fat flakes’ slow descent.
He looks around hoping to find one of the remaining men to share a tender moment with, but none can be found in the living room, kitchen, or laundry room. So he makes his way to Felix and Jeongin’s room to find it empty as well. Sadness begins to burn in his chest. Another first snow alone… story of his life. Then he hears hushed voices coming from the room he and Chan shared. The sound bled through the narrow gap left by the hastily closed door. He peeked through the crack to see Chan, Felix and Jeongin together.
“Guys, we need to talk to him soon. I’m worried about him,” he hears Chan whisper.
“He has seemed a bit quieter this trip,” Felix says with a worried timbre to his voice.
“What are we going to do? We can’t force him to open up to us, if he doesn’t want to,” Jeongin replies.
Hyunjin can’t listen anymore. After this morning’s incident with Chan, he knows they are talking about him. He doesn’t want to talk about all the ways he’s lonely. He doesn’t want to make this a group problem. It’s for him to figure out, and he is not about to let them pull an intervention because he stupidly opened up to Chan in a moment of weakness.
He holds his sketchbook and pencil roll against his chest like a shield. He makes his way to the front door, throwing on his heavy coat, boots and scarf before quietly slipping out the door unnoticed. He walks until he no longer sees the chalet, he finds a quiet overlook underneath the shelter of a large evergreen. Opens his pad and begins sketching. Nothing concrete comes to his mind, so he’s drawing randomly, hoping it will take some sort of shape.
Drawing has always been Hyunjin’s release, his escape from the madness of the world around him. He loses all sense of time and reality when he’s in this zone. Soon, the dimming of light and the chill in his fingers tell him he’s been out longer than he intended.
He pulls his phone from the deep, cushioned pocket of his winter coat. Seeing it’s almost dinner time. Twenty-three missed calls, fifty-six missed texts, ten voicemails. He didn’t even hear it buzz once. He opens the texts to see them start with concern for where he is, sorrow that they have to leave without saying goodbye, and ending with desperate pleas to let them know he is ok.
He can’t bring himself to listen to the voicemails. One from Seungmin, one from Jisung, two from Jeongin, two from Felix, and four from Chan.
He makes his way back towards the chalet. A pain begins to stir within his stomach. He isn’t sure how much can be attributed to hunger and how much to the sadness that he missed saying goodbye to everyone.
The sky is dark when he finally reaches the beautiful house. The living room light is still bright, which he’s not surprised they left the light on for him. The bitter taste of regret burns acridly in the back of his throat with every step he takes. Now he’s alone, and he did it to himself. Why did he run away?
He steels himself before opening the door. Knowing he will need to reach out to everyone and let them know he is fine. He just needed some fresh air. He grabs the cold, brass handle, turning it in time with the twisting of his heart. He pauses for a brief moment, breathing in the final seconds of silence, before the world starts yelling at him again.
Before he can even take a step into the foyer, he is assaulted by a big bundle of blonde. The force of the hug catches him off guard, knocking the air from his lungs and sending him staggering into the door frame behind. His arms instinctively reach out, surprised not to find an attacker, but a soft, sobbing mess of disheveled hair and cashmere.
“Jinnie! Where were you? We were so worried!” Felix yells in his ear. He smells the unmistakable salt of tears on Felix. His body is shaking within Hyunjin’s hold.
“Lix? What are you still doing here?” Hyunjin questions as he notices two other bodies closing in on him. Jeongin reaches them first, wrapping his arms around both of them, followed closely by Chan, whose strength nearly causes all of them to fall.
“God, hyung, you had us so scared. We called the police and all the local medical centers. We thought…” Jeongin says before his breath catches and he’s unable to continue. Hyunjin’s guilt sits heavily on him, stifling his ability to speak. His words are on the tip of his tongue, yet he’s not able to find his voice.
“Everything is ok. You’re back and you’re safe. That’s all that matters,” Chan says with a rough voice. “Come on, let’s get you warmed up. You’re freezing.” Chan closes the door and helps Hyunjin out of his coat. Felix pulls on the scarf to bring Hyunjin closer so he can plant warm kisses all across his face. Jeongin bends down to untie his boots. Then they are ushering him into the living room to wrap him in blankets, still warm from their own body heat.
Felix and Jeongin sit on either side, wrapping their arms around him. He didn’t realize how much he was shivering until now. Though, he is unsure if this is due to the temperature or the overwhelming range of emotions currently wracking his system. Chan has disappeared into the kitchen, but returns soon with a steaming cup of tea for him. Settling himself on the coffee table directly in front of Hyunjin, placing his hands on Hyunjin’s thighs in comfort.
“I’m sorry…” Hyunjin starts to explain.
“Shhhh. You don’t have to say anything, my love. We know.” Felix cuts him off.
“I’ve just texted the others to let them know you’re ok. They wanted to stay, but we thought it would be better for them to carry on with their plans,” Jeongin adds as he puts his phone back in his pocket.
“I’ve already alerted the local police that he has been found,” Chan adds before looking deeply into Hyunjin’s eyes. “Jinnie, can we talk?” he asks softly. The sincerity and concern in his eyes makes Hyunjin begin to cry.
“Baby, please don’t cry. If you cry, I’m going to cry,” Felix says, burying his head in Hyunjin’s neck.
“I don’t know what else to say besides, I’m sor…”
“Ahh.” Felix cuts him off again.
“Which you’ve already told me I can’t say. I don’t know what came over me. I didn’t mean to make anyone worry. I just needed to get away, to escape the sadness. I don’t know what else to say.”
“Well, if you can’t talk, how about we do it for you?” Jeongin asks. Hyunjin looks towards the younger. “You already know that I’m moving out of my apartment. What you didn’t know is that Channie-hyung has bought a penthouse. I’m moving in with him.”
“Oh. You are?” Hyunjin asks. He is happy for them. He knows it will be good for both of them, but why does the thought send his stomach twisting in an ugly way? Jealousy causes the tea that was once so soothing to now threaten to make a reappearance. “T-t-that’s great,” he attempts a smile.
“The other thing you don’t know” —Hyunjin’s heart contracts at Felix’s deep voice— “is that I’m moving back. I’m also going to be living with Channie.”
Hyunjin looks down at his lap, futilely fighting the tears that are overwhelming his eyes. He wants to be happy for them, but the hurt inside feels immeasurable. Maybe if he had just said something sooner, maybe if he had opened up, it could be him. He swallows thickly around the lump in his throat. Trying to breathe the pain away.
“The last thing you don’t know” —Hyunjin feels Chan’s hand on his chin, lifting his eyes to face him— “is that we want you to move in, too.”
Hyunjin’s eyes scan every inch of Chan’s face, looking for the pity he’s sure compelled the older to make the offer. “No. I don’t want to move in because you pity me. Or you’re worried about me. I’m fine,” Hyunjin says with the last bit of dignity he has left in him. He would love to live with them, but not out of a sense of duty for his wellbeing. The torture alone of being so close to all the loves of his life and still feeling so alone in his feelings would be heartbreaking.
Hyunjin is stunned when Chan laughs under his breath. “Is that what you think this is? Pity?”
“What else would it be?” Hyunjin asks in confusion.
“Jinnie, we love you,” Jeongin says softly.
“I know. I love you all, too, but…”
“No, baby. We love you,” Felix repeats the words.
“We all love you, as in, we are in love with you,” Chan adds. “We want to be with you. All of us. Together. It isn’t pity. It’s love.”
Hyunjin looks between the faces of the three men he adores, seeing an equal amount of unfettered love and affection from all of them. He doesn’t know how to respond as the once hollow feeling deep within him fills with a warmth he’s longed for for ages.
His words are failing him yet again, so instead he surges forward to capture Chan’s lips in a kiss he hopes will convey the depth of his feelings. Once held at bay by the fear of rejection, now set free by the reciprocation of love from the men who have held his heart captive.
He turns and kisses Felix, then Jeongin, before returning to Chan’s pillow-soft lips. “Yes,” he whispers against each of their mouths between kisses. “Yes. Yes.”