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Soojin’s proud of Jungha. She’s grown up well. Polite, kind, but not a push over. She’s not entitled, but she knows what she deserves. She’s good at asking for what she wants, sometimes even taking it. She’s good at helping herself. Jungha would never take anything that wasn’t offered, that wasn’t given willingly. Once it’s given, though, she’ll take what she wants.
She’ll be greedy about it.
This has always been true in some ways. What’s mine is mine and what’s yours is also mine, and all that. It’s not just her unnies, but her oppas too. It didn’t matter so much what it was—Soojin-unnie’s bed, Namjoon-oppa’s lip chap, Yoongi-oppa’s food. If she wants it, she’ll go for it.
These days, through—it’s a little different, the way she is with Hosook and Soojin. With their bodies. There’s something—possessive. Entitled. Like she can just—help herself.
It’s not about sex, or that Jungha’s touch starved, or anything. In fact, they—sort of already have a system. For that. A set up. Groups, such as they are.
Soojin knows that Jungha lost her virginity to Taehyung, gave Jimin his first blow job, that Taehyung then immediately gave him his second blow job. They still have sex pretty regularly, Soojin thinks. Sometimes she hears it. She imagines it’s athletic and flexible.
Hosook and Namjoon have each other. Namjoon trusts Hosook, lets his guard down around Hosook and her firm instructions and her strict, sharp eyes. He trusts her in a way that he shies away from with the rest of them, even Soojin and Yoongi.
For her part, Soojin has let Yoongi fuck her more times than she can count, tired and sore from dance practice. She’s begged him, red-faced to “just help me sleep, Yoongi-yah, please.” Then he does, rings orgasm after orgasm out of her, until she’s teary and red from exertion, instead of embarrassment, and she can stumble into the bathroom to piss and clean off and then pass out in his arms.
It's good, with Yoongi. He keeps her safe.
Like—once, she’d been so fucked out and half asleep he’d carried her to the bathroom to clean off, when she’d mumbled about peeing. He’d placed her on the toilet, and then knelt beside her, holding her hands and letting her lean on him with her eyes closed until she was done. Then he wiped her clean and carried her back to bed. If Soojin thinks about it for too long, if she really remembers the way that it felt, to lean up against him and just let go like that, lax and drowsy—well. She doesn’t really think about it that often.
She only has so much energy for sex, and they’re busy, and the whole point is that it's easy.
So. She fucks Yoongi, and Jimin and Taehyung fuck Jungha, and Hosook fucks Namjoon.
But Jungha—Jungha’s cut her hair, which isn’t relevant, except somehow it is. It makes her seem cool. Confident. More herself. She’s more relaxed, these days, and she’s got bangs and it’s all choppy and she looks cool and she’s big, right now, bulking up with muscle, calm with the break they’re on. She’s definitely bigger than Hosook, and she’s edging on bigger than Soojin, and she keeps touching them.
Soojin watches her grab Hosook’s ass, crawl into her lap and tuck her round, lovely nose into the thin skin behind Hosook’s ear, like an adult dog that still thinks she’s a puppy. She crowds Soojin close against counters, wraps her up in her arms. When they fight, playful, Jungha’s hands linger on Soojin’s curves, in the crease of her armpit, her thigh. Like Jungha wants to get caught up in Soojin, like a fish in a net. Tangled.
Like their bodies are just—there. For her.
Then one morning Soojin is sitting alone in the kitchen drinking coffee in a loose t-shirt that is probably Yoongi’s but might have been Namjoon’s, once. Jungha comes in and slides a hand up under Soojin’s shirt to rub her back in wide, wide arches, making Soojin shiver and her pussy tighten. She’d been dreaming, a little, about—something. Hot hands and soft lips. She’d woken up already a little turned on. Jungha’s hands feel nice.
Jungha slides her other hand under Soojin’s shirt too, burying her face in Soojin’s hair and inhaling while her hands rub up and down Soojin’s sides, skimming the bottoms of her breasts. One thumb presses in, heavy.
“Baby,” Soojin mutters, unable to help it. Jungha’s barely touching her, not really, but she can feel herself getting so wet she’s going to have to change her underwear. At least she’s wearing some, and not getting anything on the kitchen stool.
“Mhmm,” Jungha groans, and then hums out a soft “ahh, unnie,” before pressing herself, soft belly and breasts, tight up against Soojin’s back. She wraps her arms tight around Soojin’s bare stomach, rucking up her shirt.
One hand dangles a little, fingertips brushing near the crease of Soojin’s thigh. If Jungha just moved it, just a little to the right—
Hosook enters the kitchen, yawning. Jungha squeezes Soojin tight and then lets her go, dragging her fingers across Soojin’s back. Soojin straightens up.
This turns out to be a mistake.
“Soojin,” Hosook says, voice low with the morning and rich with laughter. “Are you cold? I can see your nipples. Put some pants on!”
“I like unnie’s nipples,” Jungha says. “I like unnie’s breasts. She looks nice with hard nipples.”
And then, right in front of Hosook, she spins Soojin around on the stool and lifts up her shirt until she’s exposed Soojin’s breasts—big, biggest tits in the band—and her nipples, which are, as Hosook pointed out, rock hard.
Her mouth—red, round, open—is on Soojin’s tit before she can totally process what’s happening, and then she sucks, hard. Soojin arches, gasping. Drowsy arousal turns bright, bright, bright. It’s like her nipple and her cunt are one and the same, the wet hot shock of Jungha’s mouth yanking all of the blood in her body to the surface, making her throb with want.
Then Jungha switches to the other one, fingers coming up to squeeze Soojin’s abandoned breast, wet with her spit, hard. So hard it almost hurts.
Jungha’s mouth quirks when she pulls away. Her lips are so, so red. “I like all of unnie,” she says, and slips out of the kitchen, leaving a shocked Hosook and Soojin, wet and gasping and so, so aroused, behind.
“Will unnie come to the gym with me?” Jungha says, a few weeks later.
“I can’t keep up with you, my strong baby,” Hosook says, cooing. Soojin flips a page in her book, scratching Hosook’s head with her nails absent mindedly. When she glances up, Jungha is pouting.
“Please,” she says, “just keep me company, you don’t have to work out, you can sit on the side and just talk to me! And count my reps.”
Soojin laughs. “Don’t the boys’ spend enough time in the gym with you? Or Soobin?” As the only girl in TXT, she knows Soobin’s been desperate to spend some time with Jungha. And it’s nice for Jungha to get to be unnie, for a bit.
“She’s away on schedule,” Jungha says. “Unnie, please. We can go in the hot tub, after.”
“Okay, okay,” Soojin says, dropping her book—it was boring anyway, she isn’t going to finish it. She’d seen Namjoon reading it and he’d done that thing where he explained what it was about been so enthusiastically it had seemed like it would be wildly interesting, but then it wasn’t. Soojin needs Namjoon to avoid being bored. “Hobi-yah,” she says, and pulls a little on Hosook’s hair, her cute little bob. “Are you coming?”
“Yeah, sure,” Hosook says, dragging herself up.
Going to the gym with Jungha is—a mistake, probably. Jungha claims it’s a lighter day, as she stacks plates onto a barbell and whines for unnies to count for her. Hosook and Soojin eventually go to run on the treadmills, but they can still see her. Her hair bounces, fluffy, as she hangs from the pull up bar. Her clothes are big and loose—huge black t-shirt and baggy pants swallowing her up.
The shirt’s so loose it slides down when she stretches, baring her tiny little waist, her smooth skin.
Soojin’s mouth pools with saliva.
She doesn’t quite know what to do with this. She’s—she’s had lots of sex, but it’s always just been—well, except a couple fumbling experiences with her college boyfriend whom she quickly dumped, and admittedly much better sex with Byulyi that one time, it’s always just been Yoongi.
Jungha, and with her, Hosook, awake something different in Soojin. Greedy, maybe even a little mean. She watches Jungha push herself, her muscles, hanging from the pull up bar and lifting her legs up, up, up. She wants to push her too, see what Jungha can do if Soojin asks. See how far she’ll go for Soojin and Hosook. See how greedy Jungha can be, if they don’t stop her. How much of their bodies she’ll help herself to. How much of them she’ll take.
Where would the line be? Soojin wonders. Would she take them while they’re sleeping? Has she, when she crawled into Soojin’s bed? Has she rutted against Soojin’s thigh until she came, while Soojin slept on, oblivious to Jungha’s slick cunt on her pajama pants, her bare thigh? Has she unbuttoned Soojin’s pajama top so that Soojin’s tits spilled out enough for Jungha to soothe herself to sleep at Soojin’s breast?
Has she thought about it?
Would Soojin wake up? Or would she feel it in her sleep, and think it was a dream? Could Jungha get her off too, without waking her up, with her soft mouth and clever fingers? Or would she be selfish and needy, too focused on her own pleasure?
Soojin wonders—is it like this, for Hosook and Jungha? Do they get wet like this, just from their own thoughts, the sight of each other stretching at the gym?
“Come on,” Jungha says, once they’re back in the change room. “I told unnies we’d go in the hot tub.”
Jungha strips off the big baggy t-shirt and her loose pants. She’s so sweaty that her sports bra, when she ditches it, hits the bench with a wet slap. Soojin sees Hosook wince as she strips off her clothes at the sound, more so when Jungha’s socks and panties follow, equally wet. Jungha skips, nude, over to the shower to rinse, humming to herself.
Soojin follows a little more sedately, folding her clothes and tying her hair up into a messy bun above her head before she rinses off, following Jungha and Hosook into the tub. She needs a second, anyway, after watching Jungha like that. Hosook clearly thought that it was gross, how sweaty Jungha was.
Soojin should probably find it gross.
At least the water feels nice. They’ve turned on the jets, and one pounds heavily on Soojin’s lower back, loosening her muscles. She’s been tense, lately.
“I’m too hot,” Hosook says, after a few minutes. “I don’t know how you can stand it for so long.” She stands, water sluicing down her trim frame, the neat little triangle of her pubes. Jungha is almost always bare, and Soojin absolutely lets the hair grow until it’s messy, when they don’t have to be waxed, but Hosook is always neat and tidy.
“Don’t go,” Jungha says, whiny.
“Ahh, you’re needy today,” Hosook says. “Let me get a robe and then I’ll come sit with you, okay?”
Jungha watches Hosook walk back to the lockers and sighs, fussy. “Soojin-ah,” she says, presumably just to be a brat.
“Yah,” Soojin says, lazy.
“Soojin-unnie,” Jungha corrects. “Will you rub my shoulders? My traps are all tight.”
“Sure,” Soojin says, because that sort of touching is normal. “Turn around, baby girl.”
Jungha lets out a little sigh and does. Her arms stretch out over the side of the tub, loose. Soojin hears Hosook return, sitting on the stairs and reaching out to play with Jungha’s fingers. She’s humming worriedly over something. A busted knuckle from boxing, Soojin thinks. Hosook’s rubbing Jungha’s hands and forearms.
“Jungha,” Soojin says. “You’re so spoiled.”
“Yeah,” Jungha says, dreamy. “’S nice. A little harder, please.”
Soojin loses herself in the work of rubbing Jungha’s shoulders, undoing the tension in her traps, her deltoids, her lats. Jungha’s vocal, when she’s working out and when she’s stretching or being massaged.
That’s why it takes Soojin, and presumably Hosook, a little bit to realise something else is happening. That Jungha’s little twitches and gasps aren’t entirely from Soojin loosening her back, from Hosook’s nimble fingers on her wrists.
For a split second Soojin thinks maybe something is wrong, maybe Jungha is hurting, but then—Soojin stops rubbing her shoulders, and squeezes her biceps instead.
“Jungha, honey,” Soojin says, making eye contact with Hosook briefly. Hosook’s stopped massaging too, her fingers going lax, still circling Jungha’s wrists. “Is there a jet on your clit?”
Bingo. Jungha twitchs, her hips jerking in the water. “N-no,” she says. She can’t lie to save her life. Soojin adores her.
“No?” Soojin says. “You aren’t trying to get off right now, while unnies massage you?”
“N-no,” Jungha says again. Soojin raises an eyebrow at Hosook, a silent check in. Hosook nods, so slightly that Soojin doubts Jungha, half-way to orgasm, even saw it. Good. Soojin wants to push.
“Was that the plan, hmm?” Soojin says. “Get us into the tub and then turn around and ride that jet, while unnie touched you? You’re so needy that you’d take that? You’d take anything from your unnies?”
“No,” Jungha lies, high and whiny, and then shudders, muscles tensing and her hips jumping, as Soojin slides a hand in her hair, tugging her head back on her neck to see her face.
“Did you just come?” Hosook demands, and that—the tone in her voice has Soojin shivering, along with Jungha.
“I think she did.” Soojin says. “Our little liar.” She pulls Jungha’s hair, again. Jungha’s panting. She’s going to come a second time, Soojin thinks, feverish with watching her.
“If you’re not getting off on the jet, baby, it won’t matter if I put my hand here.” She slides her free hand into the water, flat and not touching Jungha. She’s just close enough to disperse the jet that Jungha’s positioned herself on. The water pushes hard, pressing Soojin’s hand closer to Jungha’s cunt.
Jungha wails, a high broken sound, head tossing. “No,” she says, “Unnie no, I was lying, I’m sorry, please—move your hand, please.”
“Are you blocking the jet?” Hosook says. She slides a little closer to them. Her robe is falling open, and Soojin can see the curve of her tits, tiny, perfect, perky handfuls. She wants to put her mouth on them. She wonders if this is how Jungha feels.
Soojin nods. “It’s nice and powerful,” she says. “Hard on my knuckles. Our little Jungha’s probably been feeling pretty good for a while. Did you come earlier, baby? Before Hobi and I noticed?” She pushes closer to Jungha, pressing her head forward and down, baring the back of her neck to Soojin. Jungha’s panting, chest heaving in the water.
“Yeah,” Jungha pants. “Not—not hard, just—little ones. Felt good.”
“Yeah?” Hosook says. “Feels good to come while unnies touch you, huh?”
“Uh-huh,” Jungha says. “It always—want to touch, want to be touched.” Soojin moves her hand for a moment, and then put it back, teasing, and Jungha gasps, twisting in her hold. “Soojin-unnie, please.”
“What do you want, baby?” Hosook says. She’s kneeling now, all the way facing them, still holding Jungha’s wrists. “You have to tell us. Use your words.”
Hosook’s so hot. Soojin wants to kiss her and let her take her apart. She wants to watch her ruin Jungha. She wants to ruin Jungha herself.
“Dunno,” Jungha mutters, petulant, her head still hanging low. Soojin squeezes the back of her neck in warning. “Wanna come,” she mutters, finally. “Want—you to hold me.”
“Okay, baby,” Soojin says. “Thank you for asking.” She slides her hand off Jungha’s neck, moving closer until Jungha, kneeling on the seat, can lean back on Soojin. “Hold her tight,” she tells Hosook, and then grabs Jungha’s hips, tight, tilting her a little towards the jet. Hosook is watching, sharp eyes tracking Soojin’s movements below the water.
She lets the pressure of the water press her hand tight up against Jungha’s cunt.
Then she spreads her fingers, parting the lips of Jungha’s pussy so the jet hits her bare clit. Straight on.
Jungha shrieks, twisting in their hold. She throws her head back, resting it on Soojin’s shoulder, twisting her face towards Soojin like she wants a kiss. Soojin presses one to her eyebrow, where she used to have a piercing. Just because.
Jungha gasps and shudders, turning her head away, coming again.
“Is that good, honey?” Hosook says, “Your unnie holding you like that? Helping you get off like this? Like a little exhibitionist? You’re so needy to you just can’t help it, huh?”
She takes both of Jungha’s wrists in one hand and her face in the other. Her hands are nice, long and spindly, but tight around Jungha’s wrist, tattoos and all.
She’s just using her thumb and forefinger, gentle, on Jungha’s face, but it’s all she needs, Jungha’s so pliant. “You’ll take any stimulation on that little pussy, huh? Even when someone could walk in?”
It’s a lie. There’s no real risk in the artist gym, with TXT away, but Soojin feels a shiver go up and down her spine at Hosook’s words, anyway. Maybe it isn’t just Jungha who gets off on that idea.
“Uh—uhuh,” Jungha moans out. She’s so pretty. Her hips are jumping so much it’s getting hard to hold her. Hosook slips her fingers into Jungha’s mouth, pressing down on her tongue as her head lolls back on Soojin’s shoulder. Jungha lets her mouth drop open.
Soojin can see drool sliding onto Hosook’s fingers, down onto Jungha’s chin.
She thinks, suddenly of when they were in the hot tub in New Zealand, with the boys, clothed and covered for the cameras, and Jungha, idly, had wished she had goggles. “To see what?” Soojin had almost demanded, but then thought better of drawing attention to it. She’d through it was about Jimin and Taehyung, but maybe—maybe it was all of them, Jungha being greedy, wanting to see, to touch, to know.
“Messy,” Hosook chides, and then slides her fingers out before Jungha comes a third— fourth? —time, thrashing.
“T—too much,” Jungha sobs. Soojin can feel her trying to close her legs, oversensitive, below the water. Her back is curved away from Soojin, like she’s trying to curl up into a ball, protective.
“Is it?” Soojin says, “If it really is, baby, that’s okay, but I think you could come at least once more for unnie. You wanna be a good girl, right?”
“Oh,” Jungha gasps. “Yes, yes, I’ll—I’m good.”
“Okay,” Hosook says. “Spread your legs then, baby.” She pushes on Jungha’s shoulder, until she’s pressed back, open. “One more time. Tell unnie how it feels.”
Holy shit. Jungha groans, deep in her chest. “It’s—oh—” she says, “It’s—it’s so much—it’s like—” she gasps and shudders. “Can feel my heartbeat in my pussy,” she says, “can feel it—unnie, please, can you spread me a little more?”
Oh. Soojin’s whole core clenches, twists. “Sure, baby,” she says, and does. Jungha sighs and goes lax against her. She’s trembling, eyes closed, lashes clumped together against her cheeks.
Hosook laughs at her, a little meanly. “Happy, baby?” She asks.
“Mmm,” Jungha says, and then blinks her eyes open to ask, “Fingers?”
“Spoiled.” Hosook says, but she slips her fingers into Jungha’s mouth all the same.
They let Jungha shudder between them for a bit, until it builds up, her core jumping and shaking as she comes again, twisting.
Soojin moves her hand away, letting Jungha’s lips close up and pulling her away from the jets. Hosook slides her fingers out of Jungha’s mouth, wiping them on her robe.
“You guys should get out of the heat,” she says, once they’ve sat for a moment. Soojin nods. She stands, dragging Jungha up by the armpits to help her stand. She’s wobbly. Hosook helps them down the stairs.
Jungha stays giggly and loose, when they rinse off. They have to prop her up on the little seat in the shower, and she folds over against the wall, arms dangling. Once she’s clean, Soojin towels her hair while she sits on a bench. “Whoa,” Jungha says, and Soojin glances in the mirror to see what she’s up too. Jungha’s staring down at her own cunt, spreading her lips.
“Unnie,” she says, “look how swollen I am.”
“Yah!” Soojin says. Her ears are scarlet, she can tell. “Stop that.”
Jungha giggles, looking up brightly at Hosook, who’s come over with her clothes and is sliding her panties up her legs, helping dress her. “You’re a menace,” she tells Jungha. “Let Soojin-unnie dry you off without giving her a heart attack.”
Jungha giggles, kicking her legs out to help Hosook slide her sweatpants on for her. “Sorry, unnie,” she says.
“They’re gonna have to douse that tub with chemicals,” Soojin says, but she pets Jungha’s shoulder.
“Nah,” Hosook says, “I’ll drain it.”
“You know how to do that?” Soojin says.
“Sure,” Hosook says. She’s done dressing Jungha’s bottom half and is pulling her own loose tank top over her head. “I may not like hot tubs, but I’ve talked Namjoonie off in the one in the men’s change room before. We figured it out.” She says Namjoon’s name cutely, like Nyamjoonie, wrinkling her nose as her head appears through the neck of her shirt, beaming at them. “Then they’ll just have to clean and refill it.”
She pads away, barefoot. Presumably to do just that.
Soojin is hit, suddenly, with a vision of Hosook, just as she was with them, perched on the edge of the hot tub, but with Namjoon, big and desperate, below her. Does Hosook tease him, she wonders? Does she treat him like that, like he’s little, cute, her clumsy puppy?
“Holy shit,” Jungha breaths. “That’s—”
“Yeah,” Soojin says.
She grabs a t-shirt for Jungha, not bothering to make her put on a bra. It’s 9 pm, now, and she’ll be putting a coat on. It’s not like anyone will see her.
Then she waits, cunt throbbing, until Hosook is back and everyone is clean and drowsy and clothed. “You two okay to go back?” Soojin says, and waits for their nods. She thinks Yoongi’s probably still in his studio. “I’m gonna finish up a couple more things here.”
Then she flees.
“Why don’t you just fuck her?” Yoongi asks, later that night, sitting up in bed. He’d let Soojin suck him off in the studio, and then he’d taken her home and ate her out until she came twice, babbling about what happened. Then he’d flipped her over and fucked her hard, pinning her wrists against the sheets and shoving her face into the mattress. “She’s obviously desperate for it.”
“I don’t know,” Soojin says. “It’s—she’s doing it to Hosook too.” She moves her hands over the sheets, feels the drag of the fabric on her bare skin. She’s naked, still. The way she was with Jungha—it’s not how she normally is, when she has sex. Yoongi calls her a pillow princess. “Give me that blanket, my tits are cold.”
“She’s gagging for it from both of you,” Yoongi says. He puts his phone on the nightstand and lies down next to her, covering them both with the blanket. “You’re gagging for it from Hosook, are you kidding me? You’d be a good little girl for her, do what ever she wants.”
“I think I came, a little, when Jungha sucked my tits in the kitchen,” Soojin says. She’s looking at Yoongi’s nose, rather than making eye contact with him. “And I wasn’t like that with Jungha—I was—in charge.”
“You’re very sensitive,” Yoongi agrees, thumbing over her nipple. “It’s easy to make you come. Do you think she has a mommy kink? Maybe she wants to nurse, let mommy feed her and take care of her. Did you call her baby, when you took change? I bet Hosookie calls her baby.”
Soojin flushes and bats his hand away, ignoring him. She shouldn’t have had so much sex with Yoongi. It was a mistake.
“That’s a yes,” he says, when Soojin stays quiet.
“Tell her to stop, then,” Yoongi says, after a beat. Soojin’s been watching his throat, the jump when he swallows. “You know she would.”
Displeasure crawls down Soojin’s spine. “I don’t want her to stop,” she says, flipping away from him. “It’s fine.”
Yoongi hums, tracing lazy patterns up and down her spine, but he lets her get away with it.
“Do you think it’s a problem?” She says, eventually. “That I’m—different, with Jungha? That I just—change? To be what she wants?”
“Does it feel like a problem?” Yoongi says. “It was different, anyway. You weren’t getting off. You just get overwhelmed.”
“No,” Soojin says. “It doesn’t—it doesn’t—it feels good.”
“Would you fuck Jungha?” she asks Yoongi, the next morning, while they’re getting dressed.
“Sweetheart,” Yoongi says, “I would fuck every single one of you. Whenever you wanted, if you asked.”
Soojin feels goosebumps break out all over her body. The greedy, wanting part of her that Jungha woke up is—spreading. Shifting. Like it wants more, and more, and more.
Sometimes, secretly, Soojin thinks that when all this is over, she’ll marry Yoongi. It would make sense. No one would be that surprised, to see an inter-band marriage, in a co-ed band. There might be some shock that the glamourous, tall, singer with the big tits went for the little rapper, instead of the leader, but—there wouldn’t be much drama about it.
She imagines it, sometimes. What it might be like, to have little versions of them, running around.
But sometimes—she imagines having kids, little Yoongi-s and Soojin-s. A boy and a girl, ideally. A big fancy condo.
But then—it’s like there’s a wall, in her brain. Because—is it just Yoongi? Always? What about Hosook and Namjoon? Do they get married too, and live in the same building, one floor away? What about Jimin and Taehyung? Would one of them marry Jungha? What would the other one do? What about Jungha?
It would weird, in the end, to just have Yoongi.
It comes to a head one day when Soojin’s gaming. Which means that Jungha marches in when she’s in the middle of playing Maple Story. She’s dragging Hosook by the wrist, and she lifts up Soojin’s headphones up and says, “I want to have sex. All three of us.”
“Fuck,” Soojin says, and exits the game. She spins, looking at them. Hosook, sat on the bed. Jungha, stood between them, pouty and stubborn. “What brought this on?”
“You didn’t get off,” Jungha says. “Last time. I want to help.”
“Well,” Hosook says, “We didn’t get off right away. I think Namjoonie’d be willing to owe you a favour, honey. He was pretty grateful. I bet Yoongi-oppa’d feel the same.”
Soojin blushes.
“Oh,” Jungha says, like that didn’t occur to her. She licks her lips, then shakes her head, like a dog shedding water. “We can—I wanna come back to that,” she says. “But it’s not the point. You didn’t get off with me.”
“Hmm,” Hosook says, and Soojin, realizes, with a sinking feeling, that she’s going to make them talk about this. She doesn’t understand why—she can be shameless, she knows, was good, confident, with Jungha, sure of what to do. But this—it’s going to be harder. Hosook’s leaned back on Soojin’s bed, hands braced, legs a little wider than normal. “You want that?”
“Uh-huh,” Jungha nods. Her eyes are dark, mouth a little slack jawed. “Wanna see unnies come.”
“Well,” Hosook says, “I think that can be arranged, probably.” She looks at Soojin, upright and blushing in her gaming chair, and pushes herself up. “Jungha,” she says. “Strip. Then sit on the bed.”
Jungha does, rapid fire. She’s wearing the terrible little toe socks, Soojin realizes, and she folds them up in that weird way where the toes poke out, but then just drops her shirt and shorts and underwear in a pile on the floor. Soojin’s heart clenches. Embarrassing.
Hosook stand, walking over until she’s directly in front of Soojin.
“What about you, unnie?” She says, “What do you want?”
Soojin could say something glib, like “to come.” She could say something terrible, romantic, even, like “you.” But what comes out of her mouth, voice cracking a little, is “I want us to be good for you.”
“Oh?” Hosook says, but Soojin can tell from the quirk of her lips that she’s pleased. “My pretty unnie wants me to do what I want with her?” She glances at Jungha, bare and waiting on the bed. She’s spread her legs, and Soojin can see her, brown and glistening. She’s fixated on them, on Soojin, on Hosook, so focused it looks like she’s barely breathing. “And with our pretty baby?”
“Yeah,” Soojin breaths, and Hoseok smiles, heart shaped and sharp.
“Okay then,” she says, and she slips one finger under Soojin’s chin, tilting her head back and then pressing up until Soojin, helpless but to follow her, stands. “Can I kiss you, unnie?” she says, and Soojin nods, helpless.
And Hosook does.
It’s sweet, at first, just a gentle peck, Hosook’s soft lips against her own. Then she pulls away, just for a second, and comes back. Her hand is stroking down Soojin’s back. “Unnie,” she says, when she pulls away, “relax.”
When Hosook kisses her again, Soojin’s lips are already parted, slack. Hosook makes a pleased noise, licking into her mouth. Soojin wraps her arms around Hosook’s shoulders, pulling her close. Hosook’s littler than her, but she’s strong. Safe. Soojin’s.
Hosook moves to kiss Soojin’s neck, the column of her throat. Soojin throws her head back and whines, throaty. She’s just in her RJ pajamas, and the collar is open wide. There’s lots of space for Hosook to explore. It feels nice.
Soojin’s eyes are slipping open and closed with pleasure. Then she makes eye contact with Jungha. She’s sitting still, like a good girl, but one hand is pressed tight to the top of her pussy. Not moving, just to give herself a little pressure. “Unnie,” she whines, “can I—?”
Hosook pulls away from Soojin’s throat to look at her. “No,” she says, “Stay there. Be good.”
Soojin realizes, glancing down, that Hosook’s gotten her shirt unbuttoned without her even noticing. “Oh,” she says, “it is possible.”
“What?” Hosook says, turning her attention pack to Soojin. She slips Soojin’s pajama shirt from her shoulders, folding it neatly.
“My top,” Soojin says, “I was thinking, if Jungha wanted—while I was asleep—I wondered if she could—without me noticing, and you just did, so.” She blushes.
“What?” Jungha whispers.
“When you’re in my bed,” Soojin explains. “If you wanted—you could just unbutton me. Undress me. While I slept.”
Jungha’s frowning, though. “I wouldn’t,” she says, “that’s—unnie. I would never.”
“No, no,” Soojin says, “I know, I just—”
“It’s just a fantasy,” Hosook says. She’s watching them carefully. “It turns unnie on, baby. Soojin, pants.”
“Yeah,” Soojin says, stepping out of her pajama pants and handing them to Hosook, until she’s standing there in just her plain cotton panties, skin pebbling with gooseflesh. She can see Hoseok, carefully placing her folded clothes on her desk. “I want you to—get what you want.”
“Oh,” Jungha says, careful. “And what would I want with your top? To see your tits?”
Soojin goes so red she feels like her face is on fire. “It’s just—something Yoongi said,” she lies, because she absolutely had the thought first and then he saw it and said it out loud. She steps out of her panties and tosses them on the neat pile Hosook made before she goes to the bed with Jungha. “It doesn’t matter.”
“Oh no?” Hosook says. She’s stripping herself, now, more perfunctorily than she stripped Soojin. “You don’t want to tell us?”
Soojin shakes her head, crawling towards Jungha on the bed.
“Unnie,” Jungha giggles, pressing up against her. “Can’t you tell me? Is it embarrassing?”
Soojin presses her hot face into Jungha’s bare neck. Just feeling her. “Mhmm,” she says.
Hosook comes to join them on the bed, beckoning and nudging them until they’re both learning back against the headboard, and she’s cross legged in front of them. Her shorts and panties are gone, but she’s still in her shirt, loose and baggy. Soojin can see her breasts from the side through the armholes. She goes back to being buried in Jungha’s neck.
They’re going to get it out of her, she knows. It’s just a matter of time, but she’ll hide while she can.
She can feel Jungha’s hand, scratching the back of her neck. The softness of her bare skin, all up Soojin’s body.
“Jungha, baby,” Hosook says. Her hand is on Soojin’s ankle, grounding. “Will you kiss unnie for me? Be gentle.”
Soojin lifts her head in time to see Jungha nod, bright eyed, and turn to her, so that Jungha can press their lips together.
“You take what you want, though,” Hosook goes on, “Don’t be to rough with her, but you don’t—just take what you need.”
Holy shit. Something in Soojin unfurls, wild, at Hosook giving Jungha permission, like that. Permission to do what she wants. To Soojin. Jungha kisses her harder, harder. She’s a little sloppy but it’s okay, because she’s following Hosook’s instructions.
“Put her on her back,” Hosook says, and then, “now get on top. Knees on the outside of her hips, I don’t want you getting on her thigh too early. Good girl.”
It’s like the floor’s been ripped out from under her. Soojin was playing games, five minutes ago. Now her head is spinning, her core tight, cunt throbbing. This is so hot. Jungha’s so hot. Hosook’s so hot, coming to lie down beside them. Jungha’s licking into Soojin’s mouth, her lips, even her face. Like she’s greedy for it. Like she’s marking Soojin.
“Kiss her neck,” Hosook says, and then, “Soojin? Tell us what you wanted Jungha to do.”
“O—oh,” Soojin stutters out. Her words are all jumbled. “Suck or—n-nurse. We thought—since—my baby—to fall asleep—”
Jungha pulls of Soojin, staring down at her. “What?” she says, and Soojin feels a frisson of fear that she’s gone too far, that she’s creeping Jungha out, that she’s ruined it.
“Baby,” she starts, but Jungha is looking at Hosook, and Soojin feels the hot, damp heat of her pussy pressing down against Soojin’s thigh, where she’s a little off center.
“Unnie,” she says, “Can I—oh, can I?”
“Sure, honey,” Hosook says, and Soojin gasps as she feels Jungha start to move, arms braced on the mattress rubbing against Soojin’s thigh, leaving slick streaks. “You can rub until you come,” Hosook says. “Then you have to stop, okay?”
“Okay, okay,” Jungha pants, “Unnie—so hot.”
“Oh,” Soojin says. “I thought—I’m sorry, I though it was—too much—” Jungha shakes her head desperately, still grinding against Soojin, her mouth dropped open.
“N-no,” she says. “I want that, I want unnie to—take care of me, give me what I need.”
She’s sliding around, moving a lot. It’s like the licking, earlier. Sloppy, like she’s trying to cover Soojin, mark her up with her cunt. Soojin moans.
“Don’t be so desperate,” Hosook chides Jungha. She leans down and kisses Soojin, a hot press, then pulls away. Soojin tries, but she’s feeling clumsy enough that she can’t quite reciprocate. It doesn’t stop her from chasing after Hosook, when she moves.
Hosook ignores her. She’s focused on Jungha now.
“Honey,” Hosook says. “Slow. Take your time. Are you really gonna come like that, rubbing all over your unnie?”
“C—can,” Jungha mutters, but she slows the rock of her hips when Hosook kisses her. Soojin watches them, from below. The pink of their mouths, their tongues. The way Hosook pulls back to bite Jungha’s lip when she gets too sloppy. Jungha’s hands come up, slipping under Hosook’s loose shirt. Soojin can just see them, the way they palm her belly and breasts. “Off,” Jungha says, petulant, and Hosook laughs.
“Here,” she says, and strips the shift off. “I just like it when you shove your hands up my clothes. You’re so lucky, Jungha, that it turns your unnies on when you get greedy.”
“Lucky,” Jungha echoes, and then “Oh?” when Hosook moves behind her, grasping her hips.
“Unnie will help you, baby,” Hosook says, straddling Soojin’s thigh. She presses Jungha up, though, away from Soojin’s thigh, until Jungha’s hands are by Soojin’s shoulders and her pussy is spread wide over Soojin’s belly. Dripping on her abs. She gets so wet. Just like Soojin.
Jungha frowns. There can’t be much sensation, Soojin thinks, at least not on her clit, but Hosook keeps rocking her, moving her on Soojin’s body. Then Jungha gives a little moan. Like it’s starting to feel nice.
“Feel good?” Hosook says. Soojin thinks it’s to both of them. Hosook’s so close she’s pressed her knee in against Soojin’s cunt. Soojin wiggles her hips until it’s parting her. Then she stops, letting the drag of Jungha over her rock her, just a little. Just enough to tease.
“Ye-yes,” Jungha says. “Not—not enough, though.”
“Oh,” Hosook says, like she’s surprised. “I though you’d like this. You treat unnie’s body just like it’s yours, you know. You don’t like this, covering unnie’s belly? Making her messy?”
Jungha moans, high. “I love it, love unnie,” she says, “b-but—you said I could come.” Her consonants are curving at the edges, when she speaks. Slurring.
“Ah-ah,” Hosook says. “I said you could rub yourself on unnie. Until you come.”
Jungha whines again, needy, and drops her head forward. Her hair covers her face. Soojin needs to touch her.
Her focuses narrows down to the places where she’s in contact with them. Her girls. Jungha’s cunt, sliding and slippery, over her abs. Hosook, on Soojin’s thigh. Soojin can feel the heat of her. All she has to do is lie there, quiet and good, a body for them to rut against, rub off on, until they come. Whatever they want. Whatever they need.
Soojin reaches up, hands shaky, to touch Jungha’s face, pet her. Jungha sucks her thumb into her mouth, letting Soojin stroke her tongue.
“Soojin,” Hosook says. “I think we’d like to hear more about what you and Oppa talk about in bed. Was it just Jungha on your tits? What else would she do?”
“Oh,” Soojin says, “No, I—” she closes her eyes. “Jungha could get off on me, like this, while I slept. Whenever she wants, whatever she needs, I—I don’t even have to be awake.” She pants, then says, “Yoongi said—I’d be a good girl for you and—” she twists her pelvis a little, pressing more into Hosook’s knee. “He asked—oh, Hosook, closer, please.”
“Uh?” Jungha asks, twisting to see, but Hosook says, “Tell us what he said, baby, and I’ll give you my fingers.”
“Mommy,” Soojin says, prompt. Her tongue is thick in her mouth, but Hosook asked her a question. Will put her fingers in her. “He wanted to know if Jungha would call me Mommy, call us Mommy, Hosook, please.”
“Okay,” Hosook says, and then she’s sliding two thin fingers into Soojin and pressing up, searching.
Soojin gasps. She can’t see, Jungha’s body blocking her view, but somehow that’s better, that she doesn’t quite know where Hosook’s going, what she’s about to do. Hosook’s other hand presses on her low belly, pushing her down on the mattress, holding her tight.
Jungha’s going to fall off, she’s twisting so much to see, her hips sliding to one side. She’s so close, and Hosook’s fingers are so good that Soojin’s vision is fuzzing, her gaze blurry, feeling her heartbeat heavy in her chest.
Then Jungha slips, just a little, and Soojin watches as the lips of Jungha’s cunt, spread wide, slide up until Soojin’s breast, her nipple, disappear inside her. Until Jungha’s rubbing not just on Soojin’s belly, her ribs, but on Soojin’s tit.
“Uh, uh, oh,” Soojin hears herself say, throwing her head back and gasping. Her legs bend at the knees and spread, pussy clenching around Hosook’s fingers, sucking her in.
It’s a little odd, the sensation. Wet and hot. Big and soft. Slick. Good.
Jungha—vocalizes something. A stifled, high-pitched moan. She moves forward again and starts rocking, back and forth, back and forth. Hosook’s fingers speed up, to match her.
“Oh, my babies,” Hosook says. “Does that feel good, Jungha? Riding unnie’s tit like that? Or do you want me to call her Mommy?”
Soojin is going to die, she thinks. There is no way she can survive this. She presses down, clenches on Hosook’s fingers. There’s three now, stretching her.
“Ye—ngh—ah,” Jungha groans, “Dunno, dunno, it’s so—unnie—Muh—Mum—” She gasps, doesn’t finish the word, like she’s shocked at what she’s saying. “Feels good.”
“Yeah, honey?” Hosook says, “Can you come like this?”
“Muh—maybe,” Jungha mutters. She rocks a little more, harder. “ ’s too soft.” She reaches down, fumbling.
Hosook leans down and licks Soojin, above her fingers, across Soojin’s clit. “N-no,” Soojin says, distracted. “Just—fingers.”
“You can come just from fingers?” Hosook says, surprised. “Inside?”
“’M easy,” Soojin says. “Sensitive. Came when Jungha sucked my tits in the kitchen.” What is Jungha doing? She’s stopped rocking, and is fumbling between her legs, groping Soojin’s tit.
“You did?” Hosook says, “I didn’t see.”
“Little bit,” Soojin says. “Might—squirt. Messy. Sorry.”
Jungha makes a triumphant little sound, and moves her hands to the headboard behind Soojin.
“That’s not something to apologize for,” Hosook says. “Make a mess if you need to, unnie. We’ll clean you up.”
“’Kay,” Soojin says. Then Jungha moves, and she feels it. Jungha’d been—lining them up, tucking Soojin inside her. Now, when she moves, Soojin’s nipple, hard with wanting, bumps against Jungha’s clit. Getting her off. She’s so, so soft inside. Soojin can feel the flutter of her muscles when she clenches her hole up around nothing against the bottom of Soojin’s breast. She can hear them—Jungha panting, the squelch of her cunt, the rhythmic slap of Hosook’s fingers inside her.
Soojin gasps and clenches, pulling Hosook’s fingers in, in and then pushing against them, as she starts to squirt, a hot rush. Yoongi’s fingers got pushed out, the first time she squirted for him, and she’d twisted away, but Hosook presses in, Soojin’s body held heavy in place by Hosook’s hand on her belly, Jungha on her chest.
She doesn’t quite pass out, but she does—drift, for a minute. She can feel Hosook petting her inside, gentle, before she slips her fingers out. She can feel the rock of Jungha body, pressing on her chest, the pause and rapid flutter of muscles as Jungha comes, then starts to move again, speeding up.
“Hey,” Soojin hears, and she blinks her eyes open, muscle memory overriding all else at the tone in Hosook’s voice. She needs to pay attention. “Jungha. Stop.”
“No,” Jungha says, petulant. “No, unnie, I wanna come.”
“Jeon Jungha.” Hosook says, and Soojin—can’t believe Jungha’s still moving, not listening. Hosook sounds dangerous. “You just came, and I said you had to stop once you did.”
“But I waited so long,” Jungha says. “It was only a little one. Not that hard.” She’s going faster, faster, abs jumping, hips pressing down so hard it’s almost difficult for Soojin to breathe.
“No.” Hosook says, and then she’s up and ripping Jungha away from Soojin, pushing her onto her back. She kneels next to them, by Soojin’s hips, between Jungha’s legs. Then she lifts Jungha’s hips up, so they’re spread over Hosook’s lap and Jungha doesn’t have the leverage to move easily.
It doesn’t stop her, of course. Jungha glares, and twists in Hosook’s hold, trying to get back to Soojin. She’s strong, and for a minute Soojin thinks—she’s going to win, she’s going to get away and just rub herself against Soojin until she comes, again and again and again. Forever, maybe. That’s all Soojin will be, now. Something for Jungha to get off against. She’ll belong to Jungha.
Then there’s a clap, the slap of skin on skin, and Jungha wails, a loud “Uh-uh-unnie!” Tilting her hips. Where she was just slapped.
Hosook’s hand is petting over Jungha’s cunt, soothing it. She’s lifting Jungha’s hips up even higher, bracing her with her body, so that only Jungha’s upper back and shoulders and the very tips of her toes are touching the bed.
Jungha’s feet are scrambling against Soojin’s sheets for purchase. She’s lifting her head, craning to see. “Unnie’s hands’re wet,” she mumbles.
“Mhmm,” Hosook agrees. “Soojin-unnie just came all over them.” She slaps Jungha again, but it’s gentler. Jungha wails anyway. Soojin shakes, a little tremor. Like aftershocks. Soojin squirted all over Hosook, and now she’s slapping Jungha’s pussy with same, messy hands.
“Again,” Jungha says, needy. “Again, unnie, slap me again, please.”
“Will you be good?” Hosook says. “Will you do as unnie says?”
“Yes, yes,” Jungha babbles, desperate. “Please hit me unnie, feels so good.” Her head falls back against the sheets. Soojin, drowsy, reaches out to pet her hair.
“I’ll hit you three more times.” Hosook says, “And then if you’re good after that, Soojinnie can eat you out.”
“Yeah?” Jungha says. She tilts her head to look at Soojin.
Soojin nods. Her mouth is watering. She’s never wanted anything more, she doesn’t think, than to watch Jungha be good for Hosook, and then get her mouth on her.
“Okay,” Jungha says. “I’ll be good.”
She looks at Hosook, who quirks a brow. “What’s going to happen?” Hosook asks her. “Tell me.”
“Unnie’ll spank my pussy,” Jungha says, after a deep breath. “And then I’ll do what you say, and then Muh—eo—unnie will eat me—uh!—eat me out.” Her eyes roll back in her head.
“Good girl,” Hosook says, and then she brings her hand down, sharp, on Jungha’s cunt.
Jungha yells, when she makes contact, but Soojin doesn’t think she’s hitting very hard—it’s loud, rather than forceful. Stinging.
Hosook slaps her once, twice, three times, and then lets her hips drop. Jungha’s panting, red all over. Soojin thinks maybe she came. Even if it was, as Jungha would say, a little one.
“Okay,” Hosook says. “Good job.” She pulls Jungha up, kisses her hard and bruising, then presses on her shoulder, sending her down the bed.
“Switch places with me,” she says, and settles in next to Soojin. “Jungha,” she says. “Lick.”
Jungha nods and settles between Hosook’s thighs. She’s pliant again, and Soojin thinks—maybe she just needed to test Hosook. Have her win.
“Unnie,” Hosook says, and she turns to Soojin. “How’re you feeling?”
Soojin beams at her, punch drunk. She wants Hosook to think she’s cute. Hosook loves cute things. “Good,” she says. “So good, Hosookie.” She presses close into Hosook. She wants to live in the cut of her jaw, the curve of the cheek when she smiles, her dimples.
Hosook smiles at her. “Good,” she says. “My good girls.” She wraps one arm around Soojin’s shoulder and buries her other hand in Jungha’s hair.
Soojin smiles, feels Hosook tense against her, gasping, as Jungha starts to lick.
“Baby,” Hosook says, once she’s relaxed again. Soojin has a terrible, sinking feeling. She flashes back, unwittingly, to Hosook blithely announcing that she’d talked Namjoon off in the hot tub. Just talked.
“Soojinnie told us what Yoongi-oppa said about you. Do you wanna hear what Namjoonie-oppa said? When I told him what we did?”
Jungha muffles a moan in Hosook’s pussy. That’s a yes. Jungha’s always been hot for Namjoon. Nervous with it, with him.
“Namjoonie-oppa wants you a lot,” Hosook says. “Both of you.” She sounds unbothered, like the air isn’t filled with the wet click of Jungha’s tongue against her, like she isn’t spilling their bandmate’s secrets. “I asked him—well. We thought maybe it would be nice sometimes, if we all had sex.”
It’s like a bolt of lightning down Soojin’s spine. Electric. All of them? It would be nice?
“Namjoonie’s clumsy, sometimes.” Hosook says. “He’s like you, Jungha, gets all eager and forgets himself, only he’s so big. We figured out how to handle it, though, so it’s—” she pauses, panting. Her breathing’s getting choppy. “It’s okay. If we—oh—we’d tie him up, if we tried it. Let you two ride him. Your own—hnnn—your own pace.”
Jungha whines into Hosook, and then lifts her head, mouth and chin wet, to say, “Jiminie could ride him too. He can take Taehyungie.”
“Hmm,” Hosook says. Soojin doesn’t understand how she’s so calm, with Jungha eating her out like that, saying that shit. All of Soojin’s lazy, post orgasmic bliss is gone. She wants Jungha’s mouth on her, instead of Hosook. Selfish.
“I was thinking,” Hosook says, “that maybe Jiminie could fuck Namjoonie, instead. Maybe while you ride him, Jungha. Namjoon could take it, Jimin’s a good size. Not much bigger than my favourite strap.”
Soojin needs friction. She rubs against Hosook’s hip, humming.
“Oh?” Hosook says. Her arm slides down behind Hosook, squeezing her ass. “Unnie likes that? The idea of me fucking Namjoon with a strap? Or is it Jimin?”
“Hot,” Soojin gasps, because it is. All of it. She presses her lips to the side of Hosook’s face, clumsy.
“Would unnie like to be tied up too?” Hosook says. “You liked us on top of you so much, when you couldn’t even see what I was doing with my fingers.” She gasps, shudders. “Maybe we could tie you and Namjoonie together, blindfold you. Do what we—uh, uh, uh—do whatever we want. So you can’t even see who’s doing it.”
“Oh, oh,” Soojin says, feeling her gut clench, and then, “Please make her come, baby, I can’t—please. She’s breaking my brain.”
Hosook comes laughing.
She pushes Jungha away when she’s done. Jungha’s lips are plump and shiny. Her chin is covered with Hosook. “It would be good,” Jungha says, “with everyone. Jimin would—he’d fight you, unnie, but you could win.” She glances at Soojin. “You’d like Taehyungie,” she says, “he’d call you Mommy.”
“Come here,” Soojin says, because that’s true. She knows that’s true. “Baby.”
Jungha falls on her. Their legs tangle together. Soojin kisses her, licks over her mouth and chin, her lips. She tastes like pussy and Hosook. Soojin is light and buoyant, and she wants to get off.
She flips them, so she’s on top of Jungha.
“Eat me out,” Jungha whines, and so Soojin goes down and does for a moment, gives her flat, wide licks. But she— “I need to kiss you, baby,” she says, crawling back up, pressing her thigh against Jungha. “Just—like this.”
“’kay,” Jungha says, unbothered, as Soojin rocks against her, moving them both. Their chests press against each other. Hosook gives a little interested hmm, beside them. Soojin’s hair is falling out of her bun, fluttering around them.
“Pretty,” Hosook says, but she doesn’t add anything more.
The fire is building in Soojin’s belly. She doesn’t—she won’t squirt again, she doesn’t think, not without anything inside, but she’s going to come hard.
Jungha’s eyes are rolling back in her head. Soojin bites her throat, scraping her with her teeth.
“Muh-mommy,” Jungha says, squeezing tight on Soojin’s thigh. Soojin’s sweaty, but she needs—just a little more. Jungha says it again, louder. “Mommy.”
“Yeah?” Soojin says, pulling away for a moment. “What do you want, baby?”
“Mommy!” Jungha cries. “Make me come, please please—”
Soojin comes so hard her vision whites out. She bites Jungha right on her pec, above her breast.
When she blinks open her eyes, Jungha’s whimpering. “Mommy,” she says, “Mommy, please.”
Soojin moves her thigh, slides her fingers in Jungha where she’s red and hot and swollen, thumbs her clit.
“Mommy,” Jungha whispers, staring straight at her, making eye contact.
And then she comes, squeezing Soojin so hard she thinks she might burst.
By mutual agreement, they shower separately once they’re sick of lying around in their own filth—Soojin’s a disaster, her breasts and belly smeared with Jungha’s come—and then reconvene in Hosook’s room. Soojin’s bed is too ruined to sleep in. She strips the sheets, and then dumps them in the corner. She’ll make Jungha to wash them later.
Soojin pulls on her pajamas, once she’s clean, buttoning them up before she goes to meet them. The good day pajamas, because. It was.
Hosook’s wearing loose shorts and a t-shirt. Jungha’s bare, sliding under the covers of Hosook’s bed, making grabby hands at them.
“Wait,” she says, tugging on Soojin’s shirt, the buttons, as soon as Soojin comes near. “Unnie, can I—"
“Oh,” Soojin says. “Yeah, let’s—let’s just get comfy first, okay, baby?”
Jungha nods, pouting cutely.
“Get in the middle,” Hosook says to Soojin, gesturing to her chin. “I’ll be the big spoon.”
Soojin’s ears are blushing, she can tell. It’s one thing to babble out what she wants, need making her honest, in the middle of sex, but another to be like this. To lie down in the middle of the bed with Hosook tucked up behind her and Jungha’s mouth on her nipple.
Soojin’s—easy. Not in the sexual way, but like—she’s happy to do whatever is easiest. Path of least resistance. It’s part of why she started up with Yoongi.
It’s part of why she thought it would be Yoongi forever.
She lies down on her side, her head propped up on her arm, blinking sleepily. She watches Jungha’s fingers, clumsy, unbutton her top until her tits spill out.
Jungha tucks her nose in until it’s touching Soojin’s sternum. Then she smells her, a long drawn in inhale.
Soojin puts her arm down, lets her head drop onto it, lying down fully. “You little weirdo,” she says. She strokes Jungha’s hair. She can feel, hear, Hosook at her back, setting the alarm, clicking off the lamp.
Once she does, the only light in the room is from Hosook’s diffuser, gentle, changing lights. Soft greens and blues and purples. Lavender scent.
“’s good” Jungha says, and then she pulls back to curl up, just a little lower than Soojin, in the same position. Head on her arm. Like a mirror.
She yawns, and then nestles forward to take Soojin’s nipple into her mouth, sucking gently.
Soojin looks at her. Closed eyes, lashes soft against her cheeks. Hair all fluffy and clean, going everywhere. The redness of her lips. The changing lights cast her in shadows, cheekbone flashing. Green, blue, purple. Soojin’s hand, still stroking her hair. Her thumb on Jungha’s temple.
The inside of Jungha’s mouth is soft. Soojin wishes, with a sharp pang, that she really did have milk, that her body really could nourish Jungha, give her everything she needed. Not just pleasure. Food. Water. Love. All in one.
She wants to take care of Jungha. It’s greedy, but it’s—good. It feels right. She wants to take care of all of them.
“Soojin?” Hosook says, behind her. Soojin can feel her tangling her fingers with Jungha’s free hand, low on Soojin’s waist.
“Hmm?” Soojin says, drowsy. She can feel Jungha slowing down, the beats between the pulling sensation when she sucks growing longer and longer. She really is soothing herself to sleep. It’s soothing Soojin too, in a way she didn’t quite expect. Comforting, quiet pleasure.
“Should we actually do it?” Hosook says. “With—everyone?”
“Oh,” Soojin says. She thinks of what Hosook said, what Jungha said—of tying Namjoon up, letting her take him. Of Taehyung, at her breast with Jungha, both of them whining and needy. Of Jimin and Hosook, clashing and mean.
She thinks of what Yoongi said, of the honesty in his voice, raw and open.
Every single one of you. Whenever you wanted.
She couldn’t picture a future with Yoongi alone, but—
“Yeah,” she says, “Let’s try it.”