"A what?"

The room is quiet, unbearably quiet, just as the sudden suggestion was made by Jackson - Who's standing at the center of the living room to look at the athletes before him.

It was not exactly alarming when he called up Hoseok for a team meeting, including Jimin, Taemin and Taehyung with Lalisa, Jihyo and Seulgi in this as well.

Everyone thought that they were just going to discuss the conference they recently had - to still have no answer from them - but what Jackson ended up suggesting was something way out of their expectations.

"An event," He repeats, "An ice event, with those who signed the petition. From speed skating, figure skating, etc. This will show everyone that we're so much more and we have the passion and talent for the things they kicked us out for!"

Everyone stayed quiet or a moment, sinking in what Jackson just said in clearly conflict because this is fucking crazy.

Subtly Jimin glances at Jeongguk, who's being used as a pillow for Jimin to lean back onto while Jeongguk's arm rests over his shoulders - to see Jeongguk already glancing at him with an equally reluctant look.

They adore Jackson, but this plan is a little too extreme.

Hoseok blinks at him dumbfounded, raising a slow eyebrow, "You do know that means exposing those who signed the petition. You saw what people have done to my speed skaters, and you want everyone else to be victims of it too?"

"No, we'll let that be a choice for them to participate or not," Jackson continues, earning a blank stare from Taemin, "Look just listen. If we get people to perform for this event, it will be loud for us. It's like reminding everyone what we are good at - for our drive for the ice. This will rise up so much attention and it can be a big moment for us to take a stand in peace."

Lalisa suddenly raised her hand, making Jackson nod to her, "How exactly will we be able to pull this off? They'll never let us use the rink."

That's when a slow smirk forms Jackson's lips, beaming, "Who said anything about them letting us use the rink?"

And so Jackson explained his plan, clearly having thought about this to the last brim to show no flaw in it whatsoever. Social media will be a big part of this, especially the press, and also their supporters abroad.

The more Jackson explained, the more hopefully everyone grew.

This won't probably change anything, and that's not the goal after all. The goal is to show that they will skate, and continue doing what they love to do, whether anyone likes it or not.

And this was going to happen before those from the conference release their statement.

After they discussed more on some flaws or suggestions on the plan, everyone was finished and got to work.

Jackson, Hoseok, and Taemin went with Lalisa and Seulgi to consult with them in regard to their skating coaches in the kitchen - since they'll be a valuable part to what's going to happen.

Meanwhile the rest of the team instantly got into their own discussions.

"This is so risky," Felix shutters under his breath, rubbing his hands nervously, "It's a complete hit or miss."

Ten glances at him with a frown and places his hands on his back, comfortingly. Felix has been the one that's been emotionally affected by all of this in the team, as in he gets extreme panic attacks or emotional break downs because of it. He's a sensitive person, so to have this happening to them definitely is not an easy thing he's dealing with.

Any of them to say the least.

Jimin frowns to this, sighing heavily, "It is, but I trust Jackson. If we do exactly as he says, nothing will go wrong."

It was silent now, up until Hongjoong clapped his hands with an enthusiastic smile, "Well, I trust us as a team so, everything will be fine-"

Taehyung suddenly got to his feet and walked out the door, letting it close shut behind him that left everyone a bit more tense in silence.

Dammit.

At the same time Karma and Minho stood up, ready to go after him, but then they glanced at each other. Everyone knows Karma is still a little bit more of a hot head with Minho about this situation in correlation with his brother, so obviously no one would want to stand in his way to comfort his own brother.

But to their surprise, Karma only huffs with an eye roll and sits down, waving a hand to the door without looking at Minho.

That right there, no one expected it to happen.

Especially with Minho.

But no one questioned it.

Minho only forms a small smile and chases after his boyfriend.

The second Minho left the apartment, the silence was still too loud to bare, and that's something that Karma clearly was not willing to sit by and bear.

"If this meeting is done, I'm going to my room," Karma says monotone as he gets up and also goes to his room, closing the door shut loudly behind him.

Jeongguk and Jimin glance at each other once again, unsure if they should get involved or not with what's going on, but then Seokjin suddenly adverts the attention onto them.

"So, you two," He mutters, eyeing the arm around Jimin's shoulder, "Is it just fucking around or something serious?"

Both of Jeongguk and Jimin's skin blared in heat.

"Jin!" Woosung scolds immediately.

"I'm just saying," Seokjin puffs, leaning back on the couch with eyes closed, "I mean if you are serious, that's good.... I guess? I don't know, not use to seeing Jimin calm and that's weirding me out."

Jimin now looks at him with a perked eyebrow, about to say something back but Jeongguk instantly hugs him closer to him, glaring at his teammate.

Who only kept himself relaxed with eyes closed, twitching a grin on his lips.

Song recommendation: Mr. Sandman by SYML

Meanwhile outside the hallways, Minho finally was able to catch up to a heaving Taehyung, gently taking his wrist, "Babe-"

"DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!"

Minho immediately jolts back, just as Taehyung snarls his seething teary eyes to his beloved boyfriend - face pulsing in clear suffocation and red in the pent-up anguish he's been carrying inside this whole time.

The other day when Minho went to see him, Taehyung refused to talk to him. Hell, even to Karma too. The only reason he managed to get here was because Jackson said it was mandatory.

And Taehyung is a responsible person after all.

Who just reached his limit.

Minho chokes in his breaths to the raging eyes from his boyfriend, lips trembling, "Taehyung-"

"You honestly believe this is going to end after that event?" Taehyung retorts angrily, quivering a smile, "N-No, it's not. Those people are still going to torment me, you, and EVERY SINGLE FUCKING PERSON WE RUINED THEIR LIVES BY WHAT WE DID!"

Uneven whistle pitches kept rising up Taehyung's voice in unsteady squeaks, clearly trying to maintain himself strong but now looks so close to a madman with his drained eyes of complete hysteria.

Something he has told himself to dwell on it alone.

And he's tired.

Minho's eyes began to gloss to how slowly his boyfriend breaks apart before his eyes, especially when he blurted out a choked laugh from his lips while he grips his fuzzy blonde hair and crashes his side to the wall - a hysterical yet cynical smile on his trembling lips.

Taehyung has completely lost it.

"They're f-following me...... I-I know they are. I know they're somewhere h-here - Fuck! Can't you s-see? I'm trying to fucking protect you but no! Here you are and they're going to fucking torment me-"

Minho takes a cautious step forward, "No they're not Tae. I'll accompany you and you'll be safe-"

"I DON'T NEED YOUR FUCKING HELP!"

Painfully Minho froze in his steps, closing his eyes just as a tear slid down his cheek to Taehyung's sneer - just before he breaks another chuckle.

"T-They're going to kill me," Taehyung shutters, forcing Minho's gaze to flicker towards him with his burning eyes to see Taehyung's sobbing in between his smile, "They're going to kill me like the d-death threats they sent to me. Can't you fucking see Minho?! We're dragging everyone with our own fucking baggage! AND I'M TIRED OF IT!"

This time Minho didn't give a shit. He strides up to Taehyung and holds him by the shoulders, "Taehyung please don't say that. No one is going to hurt you, okay? As for the team, they w-want the same thing w-we do. This is n-not just for us but for them too-"

"Shut up, SHUT UP!" Taehyung screams, face twisting painfully as he staggers his breaths, whimpering, "IT'S OVER! WE RUINED NOT JUST OUR LIVED BUT THEIRS TOO AND THERE'S NOTHING WE CAN DO TO CHANGE THIS COUNTRY TO ACCEPT US - "

"NOT WITH THAT FUCKING ATTITUDE!" Minho raised his voice back, pleading eyes staring right into his, "Believe in me baby. Believe in us and our cause."

Taehyung barks another laugh, shaking his head, "You know what I think about the cause?" He is all up on Minho's face now, "Fuck it all. Fuck it! BECAUSE THEY WILL NEVER MAKE US FEEL LIKE WE'RE ACCEPTED IN THIS DAMN FUCKING WORLD! Now we're just stories for them to juice up the public and they will only continue to feed until they can get a picture where I'm on my knees with your dick down my throat!"

Minho flinches to the vile words spat to his face, but Taehyung only stares at him with his raging stare, "Don't you see Minho? This never fucking ends. We will only be struggling to survive by this point. AND YOU WILL ONLY BE JUST A DAMN STORY -"

A loud slap echos the hallways.

The noise so loud and painful that would burn someone's ears to the sound of it, just like how Minho's hand burned while he sobs as he stares at Taehyung's face that flew to the side.

His cheek slowly burning red.

By now Minho is shaking, wheezing through his breaths as he peered at his boyfriend through the strands of his hair, "Get your SHIT TOGETHER! I DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF I'M JUST A STORY TO THEM. AS LONG AS I'M SOMETHING REAL TO YOU IS MORE THAN ENOUGH FOR ME!"

And aggressively Minho grabs Taehyung by the collar of his hood, making Taehyung numbly blink at Minho's face, seeing the surging pain coiling his features with his never ending tears.

"Y-You, Kim Taehyung, are the love of my fucking life," Minho breathes, speaking with his whole chest, "I don't give a fuck if this works or not or if someone wants to cut my head off for all I fucking care! As long as I have you with me, I can take it! I can take it for us because you're the only one that matters to me! Okay? So stop pushing me away and LET ME PROTECT US! BECAUSE I CAN'T FUCKING IMAGINE MY LIFE WITHOUT YOU!"

Taehyung looks between Minho's eyes, a deep and childish pout now forming his lips as he closes his eyes and lets himself break apart with trembling hands on Minho's chest.

"I-I'm scared," Taehyung sobs, inhaling a shakily breath to only let more sobs out, "I-I'm so scared."

Without another word Minho brings Taehyung into his arms, holding his neck gently as Taehyung sobs like a pained child on his shoulder.

Finally letting his boyfriend support his sorrow.

"I'm here, okay?" Minho's whimpers, pressing a peck to the side of his head, letting his own tears roam, "I-I'm here for us Tae."

And they stayed like this, in the hallway, where no one would be able to get to them so easily.

Not without Minho putting up a fight.

Well.... Not only Minho.

Song Recommendation: Do I Wanna Know - Arctic Monkeys

Trailing back to the dorm, Karma is fighting against the punching bag that he has in his room with hands bandaged up with tape. It didn't take a lot of convincing really, since Hoseok knew Karma suffers from his explosive anger from time to time in the past, so this punching bag has sure been serving him justice.

Especially now, that his blood is pumping in far more rage than it has ever before.

Thinking of Taehyung's smashed car after they got out of the restaurant to eat.

Felix ever so consistently panic attacks whenever it's suggested for them to go outside.

The attack those fuckers had on the team before they got to their apartment.

This whole secret of the dating shit to even begin with.

Everything burned his soul to punch the bag harder and harder until he screeched with a final punch, cursing under his breath with fingers gripping his scarlet red hair.

He's pissed.

So fucking pissed at everything!

Fuck!

"You know..... I've heard punching bags have feelings."

Karma drops his hands in annoyance, recognizing that voice as he moves his glare to see Woosung leaning back against the closed door with arms crossed over his chest.

Of fucking course.

Here comes the Angel of the team trying to tame the demon.

Good fucking luck.

"Does it look like I give a shit if it does?" Karma exasperates, panting on air before raising his fists up and going back at it, "Would've been better if it was those fuckers who hurt us."

Woosung hums, slowly nodding, "Yeah, give them a few black eyes and broken ribs will definitely justify anything."

Karma throws a hard punch, one that felt that rattled all of his fucking bones all the way to his shoulder, "Whatever you're trying to say, spit it out."

"Oh nothing, just repeating back your words of anger," Woosung says calmly, approaching him, "As if beating them up will change anything."

Teeth gritted now, Karma just barely sends him a glance, "Maybe not, but it will give me a good ass satisfaction see them fucking bleed for what they did-"

"The Lord examines righteous, but the wicked, those who love violence, he hates with passion," Woosung mutters, stopping Karma's movements, "Psalms 11:5, or did you seem to have forgotten your church boy handbook?"

Karma forces an angry punch before facing Woosung angry, right to his face, teeth snarling to Woosung's unflinching expression, "Whoever sheds human blood, by humans shall their blood be shed; for in the image of God has God made mankind," He growls bitterly back, "Genesis 9:6."

Woosung's jaw twitched, tilting his head to Karma's blazing eyes, "Don't be overcome by evil, overcome evil with good," He mocks back, "Romans 12:21."

"Whoever sows injustice will reap calamity, and the rod of his fury will fail, " Karma sneers, hands balled on his sides, narrowing his eyes, "Proverbs 22:8."

"The way of a fool seems right to them, but the wise man listens to advice," Woosung responds, eye twitching when Karma steps forward intimidatingly, "Proverbs 12:15."

Karma smiles sarcastically, shaking his head before flickering his eyes back to him, "God will not do wickedly, and the Almighty will not pervert justice," He leans to his face, forcing a smile "Job 34:12"

"Refrain from anger and turn from wrath; Do not fret - it leads to evil," Woosung bellows, dropping Karma's smile, "Psalm 37:8."

For a long moment Karma didn't respond back. The flicker of steam sizzled in the air between their gaze, and it was when Karma glanced to Woosung's lips that his jaw tensed before finally sneering his gaze aside, going back to the punching bag.

Letting Woosung win this round.

"What do you want Woosung?" Karma mutters, striking the punching bag again, "If you're just going to lecture me, you know your way out."

Woosung didn't say anything to him at first, and Karma for a second thought he actually left without him realizing it, but suddenly the man goes and stands behind the punching bag - holding it for Karma to strike.

"You seem riled up, I just want to check up on you."

Karma snickers under his breath, landing a hard punch on the bag, "Since when have my feelings been relevent to you?"

"It always has, you're the one that denies it."

A strong hit slams the bag, Karma snapping his gaze to him, "You're the one who put distance in the first place."

"After you pushed me away with your paranoia about going to heaven-"

Karma shoves the punching bag away from Woosung's hands and gets up on his face again, a bandaged hand now gripping his black t-shirt with Karma throwing daggers into his indifferent gaze.

"Watch your words."

Woosung smirks, shaking his head deliriously, "You can't deny that's not how it went."

"I won't deny it, but you have no business now trying to act like an angel and-"

"And what?" Woosung mutters, chuckling under his breath drily before raising a hand and caresses the strands of red of Karma's sweaty hair, "Control the demon?"

"Exactly," Karma spat, eyes suddenly fluttering when Woosung's fingers began to dig more through the roots, tracing down, "I'm not gay."

"I'm sure you aren't," Woosung hums, eyes now flickering to Karma's wet lips, "But you sure as hell know you can't resist me."

"Damn right I can't."

The little tug by the roots of his red hair was what impulse Karma to yank Woosung by his grip on his shirt forward, clamming his lips over his.

Woosung was definitely ready for that, but he was not ready for Karma to dominate over the kiss, immediately sliding his tongue in his mouth and force him into submission.

Oh but he was not complaining.

Stepping back and suddenly Karma grabs Woosung by the hips and throws him back to his bed, instantly getting on him with their lips thirsting for each other.

Something they have been craving for, not only recently but for years. To feel each other again, to feel that this isn't something bad.

That Karma can feel this, and it'll be okay.

Tonight, they know boundaries are about to be crossed and they may regret this in the future, but sure as hell they won't regret now.

Woman - Doja Cat

Meanwhile through the other side of the door, Lalisa passes by as she makes her way to the bathroom, not really paying attention to anything else besides needing a moment to splash water to her face and think about what's about to happen from here on out.

It's a lot of stress, especially since half of her teammates didn't sign the petition, so what Jackson wants her to do is not exactly a walk on the park.

Grunting a little under her breath, she goes to the sink of the bathroom and throws water to her face, placing her hands on the counter with eyes closed to try to get her head together. This whole time she's been trying to see how she can survive after she's been kicked out of her team, and it hasn't been easy. She's barely surviving now because she saved most of the money she earned up to this point, but at one point she's going to run out and from there she definitely won't know what to do.

Especially since other jobs will likely not hire her after this whole thing going on.

It's all so fucked up.

After taking a deep breath, Lalisa grabs one of the towels and pats her face dry before throwing it on the hamper, but the second she looked up to the mirror she almost shitted herself because of the person leaning against the doorframe.

Jihyo.

Shit, nearly fucking killed her.

Lalisa huffs to the mild heart attack, turning around with arms crossed and leaning back against the counter, "Dude, you can't just pop up like that."

Jihyo stares.

And stares.

And continues to stare, even making Lalisa shuffle a little on her feet to those intense eyes not adverting away from her.

"Jihyo, you good-"

Jihyo then steps into the bathroom and closes the door behind her, locking it.

Lalisa eyed the act before flickering her eyes to Jihyo, who now goes to stand in front of her with hands on either side of her to the counter.

Leaving over her face.

Lalisa's breath hitched.

"I know I've pushed you away before but give me a minute to forget that we're going through hell right now."

For a long second Lalisa didn't say anything, nor did she seem phased, if anything she seems a little puzzled and definitely amused. Slowly leans a hand over and tap Jihyo's chin, raising that same finger to press against her red lips and gently drag her bottom lip down.

Lalisa twitches a grin when Jihyo's wide eyes fluttered, "You do realize we're in a bathroom of a men speed skating team?"

"I know."

"So that means," Lalisa leans to her face, lips brushing against hers, "You can't be too loud."

Jihyo's tender lip bite was all it took for Lalisa to slam their lips together, taking in Jihyo's red lips stick smudging against hers and roughly deepens the kiss.

It was as though Jihyo was not expecting that sudden force from her because her legs instantly wobbled, whining between their lips but Lalisa wraps an arm around her waist while the hand of the said arm slithers down to Jihyo's flimsy back skirt, all the way until her hand goes under and grips her ass from the fishnet stockings she's wearing.

The ballet dancer hums, jolting forward while one hand slithers around Lalisa's neck and the other slides down and grips her breast.

They've been craving this.

This touch, need, and desire for each other.

They've wanted this for so long.

Shit.

"Want a distraction baby?" Lalisa snickers breathlessly, drinking in the way Jihyo squirms when Lalisa's hand drops lower, rubbing her finger to the evidently wet area where her vagina is, "Say it."

Jihyo quivers to the tough, subconsciously rolling her hips to it, sighing, "P-Please."

"That's not what I asked."

And she added pressure, right to where her finger sunk to the wet entrance. Jihyo bites back a groan, kissing her desperately.

"I want a distraction, please."

Something in Lalisa's head went wild by hearing those word, but it drove her fucking insane.

Aggressively Lalisa whirls them around, roaming rough hands gliding Jihyo's to her thighs and hoist her up on the counter. Lalisa hungry devours her lips, breathlessly and hot as she leans more towards her so Jihyo can lean farther back.

Just to give enough room for Lalisa to rub her pelvis with her rough hand, over her underwear as her hand caresses up and slowly down, right where it's warm and wet, and rubs the outside just by her entrance of her vagina.

Jihyo lowly moans as one of her hands messily runs through Lalisa's long raven hair, keeping her as close as possible and shudders when the skater bites her bottom lip and suck it in her mouth.

Just as her fingers moved away from her underwear and under, rubbing her raw while feeling the wetness on her fingers.

"F-Fuck," Lalisa moans, pulling away and bites down her bottom lip hard, "You're soaked - You're so.... I'm going to fucking wreck you."

Driven by lust, Lalisa smothered their lips back together and this time thrust her tongue in her mouth hungrily, just as she continues to rub her precious girl that had her desperately suppressing any noises with Lalisa's tongue dominating over hers.

That's until her finger thrusts inside, Jihyo couldn't hold back the moan against Lalisa' lips.

"Shh baby," Lalisa mutters huskily, licking her lips over Jihyo's before molding them back together, "I want to have you cum before we leave."

Jihyo squirms, pressing a hand to her mouth when Lalisa trails her lips down to her neck, pure in need pressing her mouth against her warm skin above her raising pulses - just as she quickens her pace before adding another finger.

"F-Fuck," Jihyo gasps quietly, eyes rolled back as Lalisa's lips her trails lower, dragging her lips over her black crop top before breathing back to her neck while the other hand trails under her shirt, finding her right breast and squeezes.

Desperately Jihyo bites her palm, swallowing a moan as Lalisa's hand dips under her sports bra and cups over completely with a thumb feathering over her perked nipple.

Just as the hand fingering her picks up speed, pressing deep and hard inside that provoked Jihyo to move her hips along with the fingers inside her. Eagerly, Jihyo yanks Lalisa's hair and forces their lips back together, just as they both picked up more speed at the same time.

All the way until Jihyo finally cummed with a whine, to which Lalisa still moved her fingers slowly to ride out her high as her lips moved gentler against Jihyo's, smiling to how the woman shutters and huffs limply.

And so Lalisa pulls her head back, still close enough to stare into the most beautiful woman she has ever laid eyes on.

"Satisfied?"

Jihyo is still breathing heavily, eyes hooded but still she managed to perk a smile back and moves a hand to caress the side of Lalisa's face with her warm palm.

"No. I want to satisfy you."

"I'm already satisfied just by seeing you cum," Lalisa snickers, making the other girl blush but only yanks her again, molding their lips back together.

Everything I Wanted - Billie Eilish

Shifting the attention from the bathroom to the living room, everyone has wandered off to either their own rooms or out of the apartment - except for Felix and Ten.

The two are sitting on the couch, watching television alone, but in silence. They're watching it but at the same time not. There's a lot going on in both of their heads, and as much as they would like to enjoy their time together alone, they can't.

Not with the chaos that's happening in their lives right now.

So with Ten glancing out to the living room scoots closer to Felix, placing a hand over his on his lap and interlaced their fingers together.

Felix seemed to have not expected that, but he soon relaxed when he noticed it was Ten's hand and just leans more back against the couch with eyes closed facing the ceiling.

Ten frowns to his features and squeezes his hand, "It's going to be okay."

A quivering breath escapes Felix's lips, nodding slowly, "I.... I know. I just get anxious a lot these days and the panic attacks - I feel like I'm losing control of my life."

Slowly Ten nods, understanding that since they're going through a lot right now. Felix has been taking this shit too deep, and it doesn't help that he reads the negative comments that is being said about him on social media and the image that he now has.

It's making him anxious about literally everything, even in his own home if he's being watched.

In hopes it'll ease him down, Ten leans and presses a kiss to his check.

This managed to make Felix twitch a smile, fluttering his eyes open, "For a second I forgot that it's okay to not hide from the team anymore, but I still don't feel comfortable... You know."

Ten immediately nods, scooting closer to him and leans to his side, resting his head on his shoulder, "Don't worry about it, whenever you're ready. Just know that.... I'm here, okay?"

"I know," Felix whispers, bringing their interlaced hands to his lips, flickering his eyes to the television, "I adore you."

"I adore you more."

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A/N:

I'm so close to writing a lesbian story between Lalisa and Jihyo....

Like this close.

Hmmm if I do, which I most likely will, what should it be about?

Any suggestions?

Alrightyyy let the show begin soon!

I PURPLE YOU! <333