A request by yinlight_768

"Woah, San! Impressive," Seonghwa commented, eyes wide in amazement as the dancer showed his moves.

San, Hongjoong, Seonghwa, and Yeosang were practicing in the practice room by running through several past songs. And San's quick memory of the moves impressed the oldest two.

Yeosang remembered them too. He just didn't show it off much.

It went like this for the rest of the practice. San continued to be praised. Yeosang got one every once in a while, but it didn't feel the same. It was missing that unique tone he used to hear in the oldest two's praise. The same tone they utilized right now with San.

Yeosang grew jealous and bitter.

That wouldn't be the only occasion. As soon as they arrived home, his blood boiled again.

"Wooyoung! You cooked for us?"

Hongjoong walked over and patted the boy's shoulder while observing the plates and pots awaiting them.

"Yeah. I was just practicing. Wanna try?" Wooyoung offered to serve their plates. When he looked at Yeosang, the older shook his head.

"I'm good."

"Really? It's—"

"I'm okay," Yeosang clarified a little rougher. The three glanced at him with worry and confusion.

"Alright," Wooyoung answered, a little deflated. Yeosang wouldn't eat sometimes, he knew, but the way he said it was more aggressive than all other times.

"Don't worry. He's probably tired," Seonghwa reassured.

On the next day, a day to rest, Yeosang didn't leave the house — much less, the room. He didn't like how he heard Hongjoong compliment Yunho's looks or Seonghwa invite Jongho out for lunch.

It was the evening when a knock on the door startled Yeosang.

"Yeah?"

"Are you coming with us for dinner?" The door muffled Seonghwa's voice. But he sounded close to it.

Yeosang's head perked up a little. "Dinner?"

"Yeah. We're going with Mingi too."

"Oh... N-No, thanks." Yeosang slumped back into bed, tapping away at his phone.

"Are you okay?" It was Hongjoong now.

"Yeah!" Yeosang put on his best happy voice. "Why? Is there something wrong?"

"No... You just haven't come out the whole day or talked with us at all. We just wanted to make sure you weren't hungry or wanting to go out."

Yeosang rolled his eyes. If only you knew.

"Yeosang?"

"I'm fine," he answered. He heard a few incoherent whispers outside before the pair seemingly gave up.

"We'll talk later," Seonghwa said.

Yeosang dreaded that talk. It wasn't the type of attention he craved. That was the least desirable. It only consisted of Hongjoong nagging at him while Seonghwa reasonably agreed. And he hated it the most because he deserved it.

He was acting so immature right now.

About two hours after the exchange, loud noises and steps filled the dorm. Great. They returned.

"Yeosang, can we come in?"

"I guess."

Yeosang looked away immediately as the door opened.

"Yeo. Look at us."

Yeosang slowly turned to see the pair peering at his slumped pose. They looked irritated yet concerned.

"What's going on?" Hongjoong asked as he shut the door. Yeosang felt his cheek warm up. He didn't know why. Probably because he felt like a child whose parents are scolding him for doing something wrong. And he didn't do anything wrong... right?

"Yeosang," Seonghwa called once more.

"Yeah?"

"Tell us."

Yeosang bit his lip. "I don't feel like you guys listen to me."

"We don't?" Seonghwa asked with a startled expression. "Let me get everyone in here—"

"No! I don't mean everyone. Just... you two."

...

Yeosang chose to confess. Only a little bit. "You used to compliment me a lot. And we'd eat or drink together."

Quickly, the pair knew what he meant.

"I'm sorry we're not paying attention to you," Hongjoong said. "We didn't know you liked it so much."

Yeosang crossed his arms with a petty 'hmph.'

Seonghwa and Hongjoong shared a look.

"Can you turn to see us?"

"..."

"You're acting very childish."

"..."

"Do we have to count down?" Seonghwa's voice fell serious.

Yeosang gulped. He hasn't heard that threat in a while. It sent both shivers and excitement through his body.

"5..."

"4..."

"3..."

"2..."

"Okay!" Yeosang turned with red, warm cheeks. He didn't realize how spoiled and bratty he sounded.

Hongjoong looked deep in thought while Seonghwa stared him down.

"I think we've spoiled you too much," he muttered. Yeosang gulped. "We treated you like that because you were so shy and innocent."

"I wasn't anymore after that night," Yeosang retorted. The three of them could recall that one evening. That night, everyone except them was home. At that time, Yeosang had entered his friends' room to confess a crush he had on the both of them. He didn't expect it to go way more extreme as it did.

"No, I guess not." Seonghwa looked over at Hongjoong for help.

The leader simply shrugged. "We'll try to give you more attention, Yeosang."

"That's it?!" Yeosang raised his voice.

Seonghwa and Hongjoong stopped.

"What else did you want?"

"Don't you see?" Yeosang groaned. "I miss everything because it was about me!"

"You? You want it to be all about you?" Hongjoong roughly grabbed Yeosang's hair and pressed him down onto the mattress. He walked over to the nightstand in search of something.

A blindfold. The soft fabric wrapped around Yeosang's head and obstructed his vision.

Seonghwa hummed, playing with the edge of the youngest's pants. "Can we take this off?"

Yeosang turned in the direction of the voice. "Yeah."

As he removed the clothing, Seonghwa made sure his hands properly squeezed a few areas in the process — areas that made Yeosang squeal as he begged for more.

"Is he expecting some sweet talk?" Hongjoong snarled. "Or this to be soft?"

"Of course not." Seonghwa felt like he could stare into Yeosang's eyes through the blindfold — almost like burning through the fabric. "Right?"

"N-No..."

Seonghwa dug his fingertips into Yeosang's thigh. "No what?"

"N-No, mommy," Yeosang whispered. His heart did something when the two words left his mouth. Aside from it palpitating, he thought it practically performed a flip. The sensation sent shockwaves to his stomach, and most notably, his dick.

Seonghwa smugly looked over at Hongjoong, who rolled his eyes. "So, daddy?"

"Agh!" Yeosang arched his back. Hongjoong had two lubed fingers in him, scissoring them around and moving flesh.

"Does mommy need a punishment too?" Hongjoong grinned as Seonghwa blushed. Yeosang slowly eased into the stretch and moaned.

"Come on, Yeosangie, you can moan louder. I know you can. How much are you spoiled?" he taunted.

"A lot," Yeosang muttered.

Hongjoong glared and pushed the third digit in. "How much?"

"A-A lot!"

"Not loud enough," Hongjoong pressed.

"I-I'm so spoiled! So much! By mommy and daddy!" he belted.

"And what are you?" Hongjoong watched his fingers smoothly slip in and out now.

"A brat... I'm a brat!" Yeosang ended with a raspy tone. He wasn't used to shouting so much. But Hongjoong made him feel like he needed to. Like it was a gut reaction.

"Mommy... mommy," Yeosang begged. His hand reached out for Seonghwa to take. The oldest couldn't resist and walked to his side. He placed his lips on the boy's in a deep, hot kiss.

Yeosang had no coordination. He didn't know where their lips were going. It eventually became a slobbery kiss, and Seonghwa was the one insinuating it. And he wasn't breaking it anytime soon. Seonghwa felt the need to deplete Yeosang of oxygen until the boy begged him to back off.

"Seonghwa," Hongjoong called, nodding his head to one side. Seonghwa retreated, hearing Yeosang whine.

"This," Hongjoong set a soft and wet dildo in Yeosang's hand. "Is for you."

Yeosang felt the object with unfamiliarity. "Huh?"

"It's a punishment, not a reward." Seonghwa led it to Yeosang's entrance. The youngest groaned once the material touched his skin.

A few feet away, Yeosang could hear the pair kissing and groaning against each other. He was convinced this was a way to torment him. He wanted attention to himself, and these two were touching each other on the side. How unfair.

So it prompted him to thrust the toy in harder. He just had to imagine it — imagine Hongjoong pounding into him the way he was doing it to Seonghwa. Or how it would feel to ride the oldest. There were so many things he wanted to have.

Distracted enough, Yeosang came. It wasn't enough. He pushed it in faster while imagining dirtier scenarios where the older men touched him. It helped stimulate better than before.

"Hongjoong," Seonghwa whispered. The two focused on the actions occurring on the bed. "I think it's time."

"Yeah."

Yeosang whined when a firm grip came over his wrists as they were moved aside. Another pair of hands held his legs still.

"You're going to moan for us loud," Hongjoong lowly said. "Because you want so much attention, right?"

"Yes... Yes!" Yeosang gasped. Hongjoong's thick length fit inside him.

"Uhhh," he moaned. Seonghwa's tongue tickled sensitive parts of his neck.

Hongjoong lifted Yeosang a little to better strike him. "Daddy!" Yeosang cried.

"Who's a good boy? Who?" Seonghwa asked as he pumped Yeosang off.

"Me, mommy. Me!" Yeosang hugged him close. Seonghwa marked areas on his skin to no end. Sometimes he did get carried away. And it's been a few weeks, months since he's had a taste of Yeosang.

"Cum, brat. Cum with us." Hongjoong clutched onto his legs tightly.

Yeosang squirmed in bed as he came. Just a few moments after, the blindfold was untied, and he could see again.

His face immediately flushed when he saw the two.

"What?" Hongjoong smirked. "Did you think we're done?"

Yeosang silently watched Seonghwa sit at the edge of the bed.

"C'mon." Seonghwa patted his lap.

Yeosang couldn't wait. Tonight was all about him.

Exactly what he wanted.