Some could call this part two to Just a Friendly Dinner in book 1...

Wooyoung lay his head on the table, daydreaming or thinking or something like that. He wasn't sure what to call what he was feeling. They were just thoughts. They flooded to his brain at the most unexpected moments and stuck with him for a long time.

"Woo?"

Wooyoung didn't answer. His mind was too busy.

"Wooyoung!" San shook his shoulder.

"Yeah?" Wooyoung looked alarmed. His lovers looked at him, concerned.

"We're asking if you're going to eat your food. Otherwise, we can hear it up later," Seonghwa calmly explained.

"Oh... Right." Wooyoung started eating again. The group's conversation continued.

At just a small pause, Wooyoung lifts his head to speak. "I have a question."

"Hm?" The members all turned to his small voice.

"Would any of you mind if I invited the other Wooyoung to our house?"

Everyone else shared looks. "Why?" Hongjoong asked.

"I just... I want to see him again."

"They haven't spoken to us ever since that night, Woo. Why are they coming now? To ask for our help? To use us?" San accused.

"No!"

"San." Hongjoong shook his head before turning back to Wooyoung. "Just tell me."

"He only wants to talk to me, Hongjoong. We want to get to know each other better. If I could, I would beg you guys to know the others too."

He noticed how silent the boys fell. They gazed at their laps or pursed their lips.

"Well... I can't promise you I'll do it immediately, but I'll try," Hongjoong said. The others subsequently agreed. "Sure, Wooyoung. You can invite him over."

A smile grew upon Wooyoung's face. He ran to Hongjoong and embraced him. "Thank you! You're the best, Hongjoong!"

It was on a cold night that the doorbell rang in the ATEEZ household. Wooyoung ran down the stairs with a smile on his face. As he threw open the door, he screamed.

Everyone in the household's hearts stopped. However, they soon saw Wooyoung embracing his alter ego while laughing, so they calmed down.

"Wooyoung!"

Dark Wooyoung laughed. "Also Wooyoung!"

Yeosang sniffed in disgust. "Is it bad to say the dark version is somehow worse than the original?" he asked Yunho. The older only laughed.

"I'd say he's pretty cute," San added.

"Yeah. He gave it to you pretty good six months ago, huh— Ow!" Yeosang rubbed the area Seonghwa pinched him at.

"Come on. I have things to show you." Wooyoung took his counterpart's hand and led him up the stairs to his room.

"Well? What do we do now?"

Mingi and Jongho shared a look. Then they ran up the stairs.

"What are they doing?" Yunho asked.

Hongjoong rolled his eyes. "Probably spying on them through the little hole behind a frame."

"Oh. Wait—"

San was already jogging up the stairs.

Somehow, in some way, the rest of them entered Jongho and Mingi's room despite the protests from the pair to not enter and ruin everything. Now you had seven boys crowding around a tiny hole that would barely provide enough for at least one to see through.

"What's happening?" Seonghwa whispered.

"Uhh... They're... just talking," Jongho reported quietly.

"Oh." Seonghwa looked down. Is this what they were going to do tonight? Spy on one of their partners?

"S-Shit!"

Everyone turned back to Jongho at the sound of the half curse, half moan. The youngest peered through.

Dark Wooyoung had Wooyoung stripped and over his bed. The demented version ran a gentle hand over Wooyoung's skin. It wasn't long before their session got more heated, and Jongho turned away.

"So," he began. "Anyone want to watch?"

The seven left Wooyoung alone after that. He needed his privacy, after all. Though they were all in the middle of an unofficial/official dating status with each other, they didn't necessarily mind keeping the relationship open, specifically if it was with their dark personas.

It was past midnight when Wooyoung's door opened, and the smell of lube and sex escaped the room. Dark Wooyoung poked his head out, looked left and right, then left the bedroom silently. He kept his head low as if the bright house lights wouldn't immediately give him away.

Surprisingly, he was able to make it to the door when a voice cleared his throat. Dark Wooyoung turned.

"Yes, Sannie?" A smirk crept on his face as he recalled the last thing that happened between them. San did too.

"You're acting a little too suspicious, you know."

"How, baby?" Dark Wooyoung opened his arms. San stepped forward to take off his fedora and frown.

"Don't lie to me." His eyes trailed down to see what he thought was a familiar sliver of black underneath the many layers of clothing the man wore. It was some accessory — definitely not the same kind as the many white pearls hanging around his neck. Dark Wooyoung immediately snatched his hat away and turned.

"I don't know what you're on about," he began whilst opening the door. Then he grinned. "But you sure are crazy, Choi San. More than your dark side, surprisingly."

Like that, the man left San deep in thought.

The next morning Wooyoung woke up to hear distressed, shuffling movements around the room. He squinted in annoyance at San.

"San, what are you doing?" His eyes scanned over his thrown clothes, the items from their desks stacked upon each other, and drawers pulled open.

"Where's your chain?"

"My chain?" Wooyoung frowned. He sighed and stood up to approach a drawer beside their desk.

"I've already checked there."

"No, it's under several... boxes..." Wooyoung gulped.

"I knew it. He must've taken it." San angrily left the room. Wooyoung looked at his lap, ashamed.

Hongjoong had to call the dark personas' leader right after hearing the explanation. To his surprise, they answered.

"Hey, sweetheart—"

"Shut up. Give the necklace back."

Dark Hongjoong chuckled. "Now, now. Didn't Seonghwa teach you to ask and be a good boy?"

"We have a contract," Hongjoong argued.

"A verbal contract that no one but us was there to witness. Congrats."

Hongjoong furiously breathed in. "Listen here, you little shit. You can be as powerful as you want to act, but you only have one necklace. Let me remind you that you'll need all eight to get the 'freedom' you so much desire. We made you. We won't hesitate to trap you all back into them until your Wooyoung begs to be in his too."

Silence. Hongjoong had him defeated. It was true. While the dark versions were stronger through physical strength, they were still products of ATEEZ. They were still under their hold for the safety of everyone.

"I don't want to reach the point of forcing that on you," Hongjoong said in a brighter spirit.

"He'll return it."

"That's my baby boy. I'd also like to bring up something from our verbal yet legitimate contract." Hongjoong flipped a pen, feet now propped on his desk.

"W-What?"

"The punishment we agreed upon if one group disturbed the other, sweetheart."

Tonight there was another knock again at home. Hongjoong licked his lips as he opened the door to his guests.

"Welcome." He mockingly smiled at them, especially Dark Hongjoong. The man's face held a bit of color on the otherwise pale complexion — blush.

"H-Hand it to him, Wooyoung." He stepped aside. Dark Wooyoung stepped forward, clutching the black necklace with a white gemstone (the size of a small palm) in his hands.

Wooyoung glared at him. "Are you going to hand it over?"

"No," the evil person replied. "Fuck me first." Dark Wooyoung smirked and slipped the necklace on. "Show me you can be a dom and not some brat like yesterday night."

Wooyoung's angry stare bored into the other's smug look. It was against the rules for him to steal the necklace off someone's person. (That's how it was easy for Dark Wooyoung to steal it. It wasn't on Wooyoung when he did.) Wooyoung hated these rules... but the author needed a transition, so they exist.

Dark Wooyoung squeaked when Wooyoung shoved him on the couch.

"You want a dom? I'll show you a dom." Wooyoung began to strip.

"It's playtime with our personas," San grinned. He pulled Dark San towards him.

In just a few minutes, everyone's clothes were tossed over the ground like the first time they gathered together.

The first loud sound was from the Wooyoung pair. Dark Wooyoung couldn't stop whimpering when the other entered him after a simple spit and pump. He wasn't sure what to do or how to react. He only felt pain.

Wooyoung rolled his eyes as he gave into the counterpart's tearful eyes. He made sure to move slowly and kiss his tears away. He wasn't so much of an asshole. He couldn't be.

On the other hand, the person who sat on the opposite side of the spectrum was Yeosang. His movements were fast and rough as they struck Dark Yeosang. Of course, he had used a large amount of lube and fingered him quickly, so a mess was undoubtedly underway.

Jongho opted to make out with his rival. He wasn't the top material, but that didn't mean he couldn't dominate a makeout session involving hickeys. He did it now while sitting atop Dark Jongho's lap.

"J-Jongho... Ow, ow!" Jongho giggled and swirled the red spots he made.

Some, like Dark Seonghwa or Dark Hongjoong, had given in automatically. The older two had them over the dinner table beside each other.

"How funny is it that they're bigger power bottoms than we expected, Seonghwa?" Hongjoong chuckled. His finger deeply penetrated the man under him.

Seonghwa maniacally laughed in agreement. "I should've known when this one suggested it." He nodded to his own bottom he was fingering.

"First one to make them scream wins?" Hongjoong challenged.

Seonghwa now mocked Hongjoong. "Babe, you have small fingers."

"These fingers made you cum in under five—"

"You're on."

San groaned at the blowjob he was receiving. "See? Even you didn't know your mouth could be as talented as you thought." Dark San simply glared with sharp eyes and continued sucking him off.

"At least yours is good. Mine feels like a mess." He stared at Dark Mingi with a bored expression.

"You expect me to be an expert on this? I'm used to punishing your ass— Ah!" Dark Mingi winced when Mingi gripped his hair tight.

"Use your mouth for something useful and learn."

On a separate loveseat, Yunho and his partner were in the middle of an intense makeout session. By intense, it meant a literal war between who dominated the kiss. At first, Yunho found it fun that Dark Yunho would put up a fight, but then it became annoying that the latter didn't give up.

"Hey." Yunho grabbed Dark Yunho's jaw with one hand. The other ended up slapping his thigh. "Give up and accept you're a bottom."

"No."

Yunho roughly tugged Dark Yunho's member, earning himself a whimper he was proud of. Once more, he tried to kiss him again. Dark Yunho allowed his mouth to be explored without any objection now.

Everyone picked up quickly in a short amount of time. It was surprising because it happened faster than last time they had this... type of meeting.

"Let's see if your body's as good as your mouth," San muttered to the boy now bending over the counter.

"You wish your body could be mine." Dark San chuckled at himself.

"We're the same person."

"Unfortunately"

"You think you're so fucking cute and snarky," San chuckled in his alternate's face. "But you should remember I only let you win last time because I felt bad for your worthless ass."

"San!" the man under him moaned from the flicks on his erect tip.

"What?!"

"T-Tell me more." Dark San dropped his head in shame.

"You like it when I talk to you like that?"

"Please!" he cried.

San chuckled. "Alright, little boy."

"Yeosang... I want to cum! Let me cum!" Dark Yeosang pleaded to his master.

"Oh, baby. You think I don't know you like this?" Yeosang dug his finger into the slit. Dark Yeosang breathed heavily. "We're the same person. Sound familiar?"

"Mmmh!"

"Look at me."

"H-Huh?"

"Put your hands around my neck," Yeosang ordered. Dark Yeosang's hands looked a little shaky as they approached him. "There you go. You know what to do, baby."

Mingi held his toy tightly against the wall, rolling their bodies against each other. Dark Mingi attempted to hold his feelings in, but he failed miserably. A string of curses and groans poured out his mouth.

"Ugh! Mingi!" He moaned and smacked Mingi's chest. "S-Stop doing that!"

"Oh? What's the magic word?"

"Please!"

"Please...?

"Please, Mingi!" Dark Mingi tried to assault the top, but Mingi caught his wrists.

"Please, what?" Mingi snarked.

Dark Yunho let his head fall. "Please punish me, sir."

Yunho had his dark version on all fours underneath him. He noticed how hard he was panting and grabbed a fistful of hair.

"What's wrong, sweetheart? Can't take a dick in your hole?"

"S-Stop!" Dark Yunho replied. He wanted to keep a dominant attitude. In his mind, he knew he was a dom. But just look where he is now.

"Maybe you're simply a switch," Yunho panted.

"You're reading my mind. Stop it!" Dark Yunho tried to turn, but three slaps on his ass were enough to make him stay in his place. His heart raced faced while blush fell upon his cheeks. He kinda liked it.

"Take your punishment, bitch."

Jongho laughed in the hold of his partner. He was enjoying his time riding the man roughly. He would lift his ass a few centimeters up before slamming down again. All of it was done quickly.

"Are you crying? Let me clean those tears away." Jongho cupped Dark Jongho's face and pressed his tongue over the surface of the man's cheeks. The moistness tasted salty on his tongue, and Jongho chose to kiss the spots instead. At the same moment, he moaned from a sting of pleasure, triggering his body.

"Jongho, I want to touch you."

"Hm."

Dark Jongho found the area between Jongho's neck and collarbone to be the perfect place to nuzzle his nose. Only a kiss was enough to admit Jongho into heaven.

"Y-You can kiss me. But I'm still riding you."

"You're a bottom, right?" Hongjoong caressed Dark Hongjoong's black locks of hair. The boy gazed up and nodded.

"I thought so." Hongjoong resumed the act of snapping his hips back and forth. "You belong to me. Everything here," Hongjoong squeezed a smooth part of his thigh. "Is mine."

Dark Hongjoong compliantly nodded. "I'm sorry, master."

"I hope so. No matter how you act—" Hongjoong grinned upon hearing the bottom's moans after the last three words. Looks like he found a special place. "No matter what you say to me, I always find my way to dominate you."

"Mhm!" The alter-ego wiped all the sweat accumulated on his neck and forehead. "You will always dominate us, master Hongjoong. Just keep hitting me there!" He shut his eyes and felt the stimulation levels rise in his body higher than they have before.

Seonghwa rose an eyebrow from their conversation and turned to his precious object. "You're not going to say anything?"

"...N-No—"

"What's wrong? Can you not speak? Are you embarrassed? Shy? What caught your tongue you're always so proud of showing it off?" he accused.

Seonghwa grinned in his dark version's face. "Why don't you tell me if this is good enough for you, papi?" He laughed. "Papi. Imagine liking when people call you papi."

"S-Stop..." Dark Seonghwa turned his attention the other way with feelings hurt.

"Under me, you beg to oppa." Seonghwa grasped his chin. "Hey. I'm up here."

"I k-know..."

"So answer."

"I don't know w-what t-to say," Dark Seonghwa confessed.

"Aw. Adorable. You could start by calling me oppa." Seonghwa booped his nose. For a moment, the other was confused. How did he change attitudes so quickly? It happened faster than himself, and the members were shocked too. Did Seonghwa have that much power over him?

"You'll learn once you start subbing for me. For now, you earned yourself a little chance to cum. Three seconds to do whatever you please."

The tight grip Seonghwa had been holding for a long time was around Dark Seonghwa's dick. With that small window of opportunity, he could cum a considerable amount from the rest that remained.

"Oppa, I want to cum more! Please! More!" A malicious glint could be seen in Seonghwa's eyes. He began to play with the boy's body, unclasping his hand every second, and squeezing it again.

"Go on. Just cum."

Loud coughs filled the room. Wooyoung was tugging on the necklace around his dark persona's neck; Dark Wooyoung couldn't handle it anymore.

"Woo... Woo!" His voice was strained, and tears ran down the sides of his eyes.

"Take off the necklace."

"No!"

"Oh. Okay." Wooyoung tugged it again. Dark Wooyoung struggled. His chest rose up and down while staring at the feral look in Wooyoung's eyes.

Dark Wooyoung looked around to see each of his members being played with and used as objects. Some of their sessions were even arousing him more than he could handle. Yunho's roughness, Yeosang's pleasureful face, San's insults... It all excited him.

"You wish you could be treated like that all the time, right, my little attention whore?"

"Yes..."

"So why would you ever want to escape us when we've done nothing to you."

"I'm sorry, Woo." Dark Wooyoung softened his eyes onto the man's face. "Can... I ask for something?"

"What?"

"I want you to k-kiss me like yesterday, Wooyoung," he confessed. "Please."

Wooyoung chuckled. "I knew you loved it. You acted like I couldn't kiss someone at all. Hand over the necklace."

Dark Wooyoung recovered his breath and handed over the necklace as quickly as he could. Wooyoung slipped it over his head securely. He dropped his head to touch the other's nose barely.

"You've earned yourself a few kisses, baby."

Loud sighs and pants packed the room as everyone steadily met their ends to tonight's hot session. Some of the Dark ATEEZ members were held and rocked, while a few were too embarrassed to meet anyone else's face and simply hit behind their sex partner instead.

"That contract really did come useful," Hongjoong muttered as Dark Hongjoong cuddled against his chest.

Everyone replied with some level of degree in exhaustion. They were all just ready to clean themselves and get to bed, even if tiredness loomed over their heads.

That's why ATEEZ took a moment to peacefully bathe or shower their counterparts and cherish them to bed.