(Note: Technical difficulties, sorry for the previous update being cut short)

It was hot.

The room that is.

Which is strange because Taemin swears his room, or the apartment in general, has cooling. So he has no fucking idea why he's sweating a waterfall as though he ran a mile right now.

Annoyedly, his feet began to kick the sheets off him, humming under his breath to the cool air now hitting his skin, smiling a bit content to how fresh it feels.

Up until he suddenly felt arms around his waist, hugging him tightly.

Oh shit, did he sleep with someone?!

Did Jimin sneak in his room?

Taemin's eyes creaks open, glancing down to the hands over his bare waist and slowly craning his head back with a bit of nerves but suddenly relaxes with a smile.

Aw, finally Jeongguk wants to cuddle.

With the sleepy giddiness Taemin suddenly felt in his body made him turn his body to the sleeping boy, hugging his torso back and nuzzling his face against his neck, breathing heavily with a happy smile - instantly falling back asleep.

Meanwhile by the foot of the bed, Woosung was fast asleep before his body turns and suddenly rolls off the bed, abruptly startling him awake groggily the second he landed on the floor with eyebrows furrowed in tiredness, perking his head up confused.

His blurred eyes moved around him, yawning a little, before turning his head and startles back when he sees Minho calmly on his phone while lying on the floor.

Subtly his gaze fixes to Woosung, who's looking at him with a dumbfounded expression, and he twitches a smile, "Good morning to you too."

Woosung is so fucking confused and tired right now, and it didn't help that his body feels as though it weighed a ton of bricks.

Fuck, he just wants to sleep a little more.

So, sleepily, Woosung crawls towards Minho and slides under the opening of his arms holding up his phone, laying on his chest and hugging his torso with a pout. Minho casually places a hand on his head, rubbing his orange mess of hair wordlessly while he continues to look through his phone.

Precisely to the thousands of pictures he drunkenly took last night.

And.... A lot.... Was going on.

One picture that he came across made his eyes drift from his phone to across the room, seeing Taehyung sprawled on the couch - that this room has - with Jimin laying comfortably on him while wearing Taehyung's oversized button up shirt, hugging Taehyung like a little bear with swollen lips parted in his sleep.

Last night..... Oh Minho remembers well last night.

It all just feels like a bizarre dream.

"What time is it?"

Minho glances to the time on his phone, "Eight. Haven't heard much movement, so the people here must be knocked out."

Woosung doesn't say anything at first, groaning a little under his breath, "You mean to tell me we slept in a stranger's house, and who knows who's room?"

"Yep."

"Great," Woosung now is tracing his finger on against Minho's chest, his eyes still sleepily closed, "Do you remember what happened last night?"

Minho now puts his phone down, eyes closed and placing his arm to the back of his head while the other still held onto Woosung, "Unfortunately."

"Yeah, me too," Woosung traces his finger to Minho's neck, feeling his pulse under his finger lightly tapping, "You went a little too rough on Jimin."

"I'm pretty sure he was the one telling me to do worse," Minho mutters, tracing his hand softly down Woosung's spine, caressing his skin like gentle guitar strings, "Meanwhile with Jeongguk-"

"Let's not talk about it," Woosung dismisses, making Minho perk a chuckle, "My dick still aches. I thought you taught him how to do a hand job."

Now Minho's hand is to the end of his spine, caressing against the dimples with his thumb, "We only started getting sexual like last week, so there's only so much for me to show him, but he doesn't want to have sex again."

"Why?"

"Wants to take things slow," And Minho perks his head up, looking over the bed and to the sleeping pair on the couch, making sure they're okay before resting his head back down, "What about you huh? Don't you wish to get sexual?"

Woosung stays quiet to this, thinking it over, before humming, "I do but it's not like it's easy. I'm horrible at approaching people about it, and people don't generally approach me."

This now had Minho chuckling quietly under his breath, shaking his head, "You live in a house with five other boys, who are more than willing to explore anything with you with a little motivation."

"Yeah but," Woosung's timidness suddenly evidently showed, retreating his hand, "I'm not so bold."

Minho's hand began to trace circles to the base of his spine, "What's something you want to explore, or experiment?"

Woosung thinks about this carefully, since he really hasn't been asked this question before, but now thinking heavily about it, he nods to himself, "I'm conflicted. I want to know how to please more, but I also want to know what pleases me."

For a good moment Minho didn't say anything, and Woosung thought Minho didn't hear him or found his confession weird, but suddenly Minho's hand traces up his spine grabs a fist fill of his hair, yanking it.

"Ow!" Woosung hisses, glaring at Minho, "Why did you-"

"Did you like that?"

"W-What? It hurt!"

"But," Minho grips his hair again, his voice mellow, "Did. You. Like. It?"

Woosung didn't know how to respond to that since he didn't even know -

Minho yanks his hair again and this time he whimpers, a hand around Minho's wrist with a frown.

Quietly Minho hums to this, nodding to himself, "No to hair yanking. Let's see," And his hand traces back down to his body and he gives a one eye around before suddenly spanking his butt.

"Dude!" Woosung shrieks, jolting on his chest, "What are you doing?!"

"No spanking kink either," Minho notes, "Maybe you're not about instant sex."

"What-"

Minho suddenly shifts them and hovers him, the position now making Woosung blush fiercely in shyness, and Minho smiles upon instinct to this, tapping his nose adoringly with a finger. This actually had Woosung fighting a smile, and maybe even giggle a little to when Minho adoringly caresses his cheek with fingers grazing his jaw.

"Ah, you like cute affectionate touches," Minho says to himself, smiling, "Now, what riles you up? Hm?"

And Minho leans to his lips, pausing just centimeters away when he felt Woosung's breath hitch, followed by a deep gulp, "Teases, you like teases."

Woosung's face scrunches up in confusion to this, but when Minho suddenly pressed their lips together with a hand still caressing his cheek, he suddenly felt a surge of giddiness fire up his body.

Minho drank him in, taking in mental notes how unlike Taehyung - Woosung doesn't react instantly when it comes to his body, and unlike Jeongguk, he's not physically or emotionally sensitive to a touch or a moment alone. Jimin is more of a brat with kisses, liking to take sweet power and make it aggressive to feel it very deeply the rush in his body. Since Minho hasn't kissed Taemin yet, he can't say anything exactly for him, but he can conclude based on some observations that Taemin likes to have fun, whether that's being submissive or dominant.

Now Woosung, he's interesting.

It's clear that he's so used to taking control in a kiss, since that's exactly what he's doing, catching Minho by surprise when he took full gear of the kiss, setting the tempo and pace. He's a clear dominant, which is interesting because Minho sure has had his fair share of partners who were a dominant, learned from them too, but now he's always the top terrier of it all.

And Woosung seems to like to take control.

Or so, that's the illusion.

Woosung did one small thing that had Minho immediately thinking differently, seeing the true nature under this cover.

And it was when Woosung shivered when Minho pressed his face down against the floor, restraining him from guiding the kiss. It was a subtle move, but it was like a purr from his submissive side.

He likes to be forced into submission.

A dominant who thrives a battle, and absolutely loves to lose, and unfortunately always has been winning.

Ha, what a cute reality.

He's just a little curious.

Time to test that theory out.

Minho breaks the kisses, eyebrows furrowed with a careless smile, "You're trying out dominant me huh?"

Woosung's eyes are glittering now, a mad smile on his lips that even made Minho quiver to the unusual sight of him.

A very deep and inner submissive part of himself that is.

"You think this is trying," And Woosung leans up to his face, biting his own bottom lip excitedly, "I'm just getting started."

Minho had to get off him.

He physically had to force himself off because if not, they will go at it, and two doms fighting for top is not exactly something to do in this random room while the rest are sleeping.

However, this had Minho shocked, far too shocked.

For the first time, in a very long time, someone refused to submit to him.

Someone refused to let him take control.

Woosung looks at him with a heavy expression, grinning a little to himself with eyes closed, placing an arm under his head, "Guess you're not the only one who knows how to play," And he raises a hand, pointing past Minho, "Don't let him fool you, he knows how to play as well, just very quiet."

Minho follows his finger and snaps his head back, seeing Taehyung attentively watching them quietly, all the while caressing Jimin's back with his fingers.

He doesn't say anything, and Minho didn't even know what to say, right before suddenly Jimin stirs from on top of Taehyung, blinking a little with lips pulled to a frown, now rubbing his blonde hair.

Quietly he raises his head and looks around, obviously confused, and looks at the two on the floor,

"I need to pee."

Taehyung shifts his gaze to him, nudging his arm, "Go bathroom."

"Mhm," Jimin hums sleepily, slowly sliding off him, not before sitting on his lap before stretching his arms out, yawning quietly and nodding to himself, looking at Taehyung with heavy eyes and a soft smile, "Ha, so cute."

Amused to this, Taehyung chuckles quietly and pokes Jimin's cheek, "Adorable."

The two are in their giggling bubble now, and Minho thought this is probably a good opportunity for everyone to wake up and leave. So, being the nurturing person that he is, he gets to his feet and goes to the two sleeping bodies on the bed and completely lays on top of them.

They didn't budge a muscle.

If anything, Taemin cuddles more into it, loving the warmth and pressure on his body that made him feel all cozy and warm. Meanwhile Jeongguk didn't really care, not until just by a simple peck on his neck had him with his eyes flying open.

Yeah, he's that sensitive.

"Wake up you two," Minho murmurs, refusing to get off, "Come on, we have to leave."

Taemin groans annoyedly, "Just a few minutes papi."

"Babe, up, now."

"No."

Minho rolls his eyes and looks at Jeongguk, "Do you mind?"

Jeongguk didn't say anything as he rolls off to his side- too quick for Taemin to clutch onto him to prevent him from moving - and stretches as he gets to his feet. Meanwhile Taemin goes to scoot away but Minho clutches onto him quickly, face burying his neck.

"Wait! Stop, that tickles!" Taemin squeals, feeling Minho just barely breathing on his neck, "It tickles! Minho!"

"Say you'll listen to daddy."

"I'll suck your dick."

Minho couldn't even hold back his own snort in amusement to this, laughing hard actually and lets him go, eyes squeezing as he did so, "That was a good one."

Taemin blinks at him, confused, ".... I wasn't.... Joking."

Minho stopped laughing immediately, now serious to Taemin's equally serious face, before the two abruptly burst into a louder laughter than before. Woosung evidently winces to the volume but automatically lights up when Jeongguk extends a handout to him after putting on his shirt.

Covering his hickeys on his chest

Without a word, Woosung takes it and Jeongguk helps him to his feet, while also giving him his t-shirt to cover his bare chest.

Guess you could say the two are in better terms - ish than before.

At least, physically. 

"Wait, I have a question," Jimin suddenly asks out to the open, forcing everyone to snap their gaze towards him, "Does anyone remember what happened last night?"

Everyone stayed quiet.

No.... Not because they didn't remember, but because they remembered everything.

To the last detail.

Flashbacks~

"Wait how does this work?"

"You drink it if you have done the opposite to what is mentioned. For example, never have I ever wore girl clothes. You drink it since you have."

Jimin lips parted, understanding now through his fogged mind as Taehyung explains the rules of the game. Right now, they have gone through a series of games the second they stepped in here; truth or dare, spin the bottle with two questions, and now going into never have I ever, just to finish the remains of the Don Julio bottle - which is tequila for those who didn't know.

There's only a bit left, perfect for three rounds before switching up the game.

"Okay, I'll go first," Taemin beams deviously, chuckling to himself, "Never have I ever masturbated while roomies were sleeping."

Unfortunately, everyone was going for that bottle, which was the whole point in order to finish it.

After everyone took a sip, Minho, who was practically feeling a disorientation with reality by this point, laughs to himself by how funny he feels, "Never have I ever wanted to be fucked by me."

Another round of everyone going for the bottle, this time making Minho laugh hard because of how funny he found that, yet not exactly knowing why.

It's just silly.

"Okay, last one, ready?" This time Jimin states, everyone now anticipated by what he may say to finish them off, "Never have I ever.... Wanted to go on a cute roomies date!"

"Are you fucking serious?"

"Out of everything you could've asked and taken advantage while we're drunk-"

Everyone began to complain, so now annoyed Jimin grab the entire bottle and finished that shit down in two gulps, making everyone fall silent in shock when he slams the bottle down with a heavy frown.

"You guys no fun."

"No fun?" Minho gawks, suddenly reaching for the bottle and placing it between them, staring intently at Jimin with a mischievous grin, "Let's play spin the bottle."

Jeongguk huffs to this, "We already played that."

"No," Minho denies, "Spin," He points to his lips, "The," He points to his neck, "Bottle," And lastly to his dick, "Whichever pair it lands on, will kiss. If they get chosen twice, they have to give each other a hickey. If a third time, handjob. Fourth time, hm... Let's hope it doesn't get to fourth."

Woosung furrows his eyebrows to this, "But won't we always get picked the same pair if the bottle is opposite of each other."

"Spin the bottle once, the tip of the bottle will choose. Spin the bottle again, the tip will choose the second person. If lands on you again, you'll decide who you want," And Minho twitches a smirk, making Jimin's nose twitch, "Deal?"

There was a long pause for a moment, but then Woosung beams through his high state with arms extended out, "Yay! We cozy!"

Taemin looks at him from beside him, chuckling before placing a hand on his shoulder, "You mean steamy?"

"YES!"

And so, the game begun.

Taemin started it off spinning the bottle, everyone anticipatingly staring at it while being in a circle before it slowed down and it landed on.....

Woosung.

"YAY! IT'S ME!" Woosung cheers, his eyes burning red through the glitters of alcohol and edible he ate.

It's ironic how he gets when he's far out of it. He's like a little child, more enthusiastic and open, perhaps even adorable and likes to be treated like a baby.

He's just so cute.

Perhaps it's because his anxiety isn't a factor in the moment, who knows.

Taehyung smiles a little at him, spinning the bottle again.

All the way until it landed on..... Jeongguk.

"BAMBI!" Woosung beams, his grabby hands out to him with a wide smile, "You're so cute! Let me smother you with my love and express my feelings with hugs!"

Everyone's heart to some extent bursts upon hearing this, not having the heart to even burst his joy. Jeongguk was even having a hard time feeling awkward about this by how amusing Woosung is right now, especially as he took it upon himself to crawl towards Jeongguk and just tackles him into a hug.

Jeongguk nearly lost his balance by how far off he is right now too, but he's more on the quieter side than most. Truth is, they aren't so far off to the point they have no control of their bodies or emotional state, but they far from sober.

They're just having a lot of fun with the feeling that they are in.

Woosung beams at his face, chuckling, "Bambi you're so cute!" He crackles happily, "Gimme a kissssss! I've been dying for it since foreverrrr!"

Not him just confessing that in front of everyone.

Yet who really cared if that was the case?

They all knew how crazy he was for this boy, even if he didn't make it obvious.

Jeongguk smiles at him, glancing down to his lips and just gives it a quick peck.

Can't blame him, he's still a little shy.

Not like him and Woosung ever been this.... Type of close.

Woosung looks as though he was touched by light by how off guard he suddenly felt, but he then looks at Jeongguk and giggles, clapping his hands, "Yay!"

"That was a weak ass kiss," Taemin scoffs in disappointment, "Now I wish I get a turn to show you all how it's done."

The bottle now is back in motion, spinning between the six of them in a circle, right before it landed on Taehyung.

The man was leaning against the wall, head shifted back to it while he feels the room spin before his eyes, so when the bottle landed on him, he didn't even question it.

The bottle is spun again, all the way until it landed on.......

Jimin.

Wow, that's a surprise.

Jimin immediately blushes to this, looking at Taehyung now a bit off guard, feeling a little nervous. Him and Taehyung never were...... You know..... Too intimately close like that.

Has him and Taehyung even kissed in general?

"Alright Gatita," Taemin hypes him up from beside him, patting his arm, "You better get in there and show him who's boss! Let's go!"

Taehyung perks a slow eyebrow, not twitching a reaction when Jimin reluctantly makes his way towards Taehyung. The way Taehyung is oozing such monotone energy right now has Jimin wanting to do anything but kiss him, mainly because of his shyness.

Taehyung has too much of a solid presence, and with alcohol it's like it explodes out more.

It's suffocating.

Yet thrilling.

Jimin is on his knees now in front of him, fidgeting hands rubbing against each other since he actually might kiss his first guy crush and it's not exactly an easy feeling.

Shit, he's so nervous.

"Tiny, your nerves are making me anxious," Taehyung mutters, easing off the wall, "Come here."

Jimin skin flooded with goosebumps, shivering a little but follows order and scoots closer to Taehyung with a finger sliding his blonde hair behind his ear.

Taehyung stares at him, this fogged and hazed stare in his eyes, before he reaches a hand to the back of Jimin's neck and leans him forward, pressing their lips together.

It was a firm and hard kiss, one that didn't move or grow deeper, yet this simple touch was enough to send Jimin to feel an explosion of giddiness in his stomach. It was as though the world slowed down and paused, all fading in the background.

This is the moment, since the second this boy defended him in the hallway, that Jimin always wanted to have. Many nights sharing deep talks, study sessions and cuddles with their beds pressed together, Jimin never crossed the line to not have him think any different about him than how he does now.

But now, with this kiss.

This simple kiss.

Gawd damn.

Jimin believed for a moment he fell in love.

Slowly Taehyung pulled away, staring intently at Jimin's lips for a moment before glancing to his eyes, officially letting him go and went back to leaning against the wall.

No, Jimin wasn't satisfied.

He wanted more.

He wanted to feel that feeling again.

However, he held himself back, nodding to himself to hold his composure and went back to sit beside Taemin - who was face palming himself at this point.

"You guys don't make this exciting," He huffs and spins the bottle, "I swear I fucking hope it picks me, this is so painful."

The bottle spins and spins, just before it landed to Minho.

Now everyone's attention was perked.

Spinning the bottle again, it felt like a fucking ticking clock going by every minute. It spun and spun, all the way until it landed on -

"I'm going to kill himself," Taemin sighs painfully when it landed to Jimin, again, "I swear if you guys don't make this shit hot - OH SHIT!"

Minho didn't need to be told twice.

He's been holding this in for the past week after all.

He's on his feet and extends his hand out to Jimin, who confusedly looks at it before taking it and let's Minho guide him to his feet.

No, he was not expecting Minho to push him against the wall, hard, or for him to fiercely start to make out with him in a matter of seconds since he got to his feet.

So far, Jimin has kissed Taemin, Minho, Woosung, and Taehyung, and out of all of them - Minho gives him exactly what he wants.

And that's a rough kiss that makes Jimin feel that shit in his soul.

An addicting kiss, and he fucking gets insane by it.

Jimin threads a hand through his hair and the other grips his shoulder, whining under his breath when Minho thrusts his tongue in his mouth while desperately gripping his ass closer to him, and keeping him close to prevent him from even leaving.

Taemin watches this with lips parted, feeling warm even to the sight he's witnessing right now.

But of course, this is just a game and some asshole had to break the kiss apart.

That being Jeongguk, radiating older sibling vibes.

"Okay that's enough, lets going to play."

Minho and Jimin managed to detangle themselves off each other, not without Minho giving a final firm kiss to Jimin's lips with a wink before casually making his way back to being seated on the floor. Jimin needed a bit of time to snap out of his trance, but once he did, he eased his hair and went back to sitting beside Taemin - a twinkling smile on his lips.

Woosung this time excitedly went to spin the bottle, all of them watching it intently since clearly the ambient in this room shifted, before it suddenly landed on Taemin.

"Finally!" Taemin beamed, giddily spinning the bottle now and watching it go through everyone, "Whoever it is better watch out - ah, shit."

The bottle suddenly landed to Jeongguk, who blinks at it with heavy eyes and a deep exhale through the nose.

Out of everyone, Jeongguk is surprisingly the last person Taemin expected to have a turn with.

Despite the two being roommates, they never really shared any..... Romantic moments.

Well, not counting that party as a factor, and how Taemin is Jeongguk's first guy kiss.

They just never had a moment like boom, you know?

Taemin usually teases him about him reading mangas, and Jeongguk usually complains when he blasts music, but that's about it. They don't hate each other, best believe Jeongguk was going down a deep hole of loneliness when Taemin left, since believe it or not, he has grown attached to him to some extent.

His outgoing attitude does lift Jeongguk's mood every morning, as domestic as it sounds.

However, Taemin always assumes Jeongguk lowkey hates him, since he always calls him dumb or gives him attitude when Taemin tries to be his teasing nature.

Sure, Taehyung acts like that too, but he's more indifferent about Taemin's presence. He's like a cat: Pet him in a good day, he's neutral, but if you annoy him too much, he'll strike or attempt to shove you away.

Literally Taehyung.

While Jeongguk just ignores or avoids and stays quiet until he tells him off in a calmer manner.

So Taemin can already feel that this is going to be a bit awkward.

With a heavy sigh, Taemin makes his way towards Jeongguk, who has his head craned back while facing the ceiling with eyes closed, clearly trying to gather some focus for himself.

When Taemin sat down beside him, he clears his throat, "Alright let's get this over -"

Jeongguk grabs Taemin by the neck, yes whole palm on the fucking base of his throat, and yanks him forward, smashing their lips together.

Okayyyyy, Taemin wasn't expecting this.

Oh shit.

Does he have a choking kink that he didn't know about?

Taemin quivers to the dominating hand on his neck, gripping onto Jeongguk's wrists but falls so quick into such a submission just by Jeongguk's grip on his neck alone.

He has never fallen this quick submitted to anyone.

It was really riling Taemin up.

Even when he tried to gain dominance by kissing Jeongguk deeper, Taemin was only shackled to behave, and it made him fucking whine like a little bitch.

He's never submissive.

Ever.

This is new, so new.

And he fucking loves it.

But Jeongguk suddenly pulls away, trying not to twitch a grin when Taemin goes to chase after his lips but held him back by his neck, up until Taemin held himself together and - still in shock - wordlessly goes back to his place while he tries to process what just happened since it felt like a dream.

It didn't feel real.

What even just happened?

All the while Minho watches this, grinning.

Interesting.

"That was steamy," Jimin snickers, looking at Taemin, "Didn't expect to see you give in so easily."

Taemin watched Jeongguk from across the circle, seeing him going back to facing the ceiling with eyes closed.

"I didn't either."

More rounds flew by in flying colors, by now everyone experimenting a single kiss at least from one person - which mainly consists of pecks.

That's until Jeongguk and Woosung got picked again, and this time, it's for hickeys.

"Careful," Minho advised Woosung, who was happily on Jeongguk's lap, "He's sensitive."

Woosung salute to him and looks at Jeongguk, but to his surprise Jeongguk was already on his neck, pressing a soft kiss against a quivering vein.

Right before he bites on his skin, gently.

He's not used to giving hickeys, and he didn't want to hurt Woosung because of his inexperience.

And that's when Woosung..... Little dominating side..... Began to act up.

Listen, he may be all cute with hugs and roses, but the second it's sexual, that's out of the window.

And his body aims for control.

Full control.

So, the second Jeongguk eases back from his neck, his back was abruptly on the floor, this time with Woosung on him with fingers gripping his hair, pinning it back.

"OH SHIT!"

"GET INTO IT!"

"NOW HOLD ON!"

Woosung couldn't listen to the wave of reactions around him, only stares down to his sweet little Bambi, seeing him staring back at him with those.... Eyes.

Those eyes.

He had to chuckle to himself, "You're so sweet," He whispers raspily, "But let me show you how it's done."

And so his lips found Jeongguk's neck, licking his skin with a devious smirk on his lips.

Jeongguk automatically squeals by the contact, but Woosung held him trapped down, pressing open mouth kisses before giving an area a harder lick before sucking the skin.

"Fuck!" Jeongguk shrieks, immediately feeling overwhelmed and blinded by the Lust, eyes glittering in tears already by how badly his legs began to shake by the serotonin boost along with the adrenaline cruising his body.

Subconsciously his legs slightly parted, his breathing growing shakily and staggering with face now twisting, especially when Woosung goes for another hickey by his collarbone.

"I.... WooWoo," Jeongguk breaths, eyes squeezed shut, "If you continue, I will desperately want you to fuck me. Please just-"

"That's enough," Minho is by their side now, pressing both hands to their chest and easing them back, "We won't get to that here or tonight, we're in a strangers house and - Oh come on."

Guess seeing the two get turned on like that had a pair feeling some type of way, since there is Jimin and Taemin having a full make out session on the floor, clearly not giving a fuck to what Minho just said.

Woosung looks back to them and then to Minho, "You were saying?" And he goes back to Jeongguk, his time pressing their lips together, refusing to let him go.

Minho looks between the two, frowning in disappointment with a head bowed before he looks across from him, seeing Taehyung quietly staring at him with a knee perked up while having his arm rested against it, using his other fingers to play with the buttons of his lose button up shirt boredly.

They stared at each other for a good minute before Minho sighs, unbuttoning his shirt, "Fuck it," And he goes right up to Taehyung, unbuttons undone complete before Taehyung grabs his face and smashes their lips together, fingers grazing the hard muscle and skin on his chest and abdomen.

And no one in this world was going to stop them.

Flashback Ends ~

"Wait, did any of us fuck?"

Everyone is quiet now to Taemin's question, and this time it's because they know for sure they didn't cross that line.

Few make out sessions and teasing here and there, but nothing beyond that point.

"Damn," Jeongguk mutters, rubbing his head, grunting to the pain, "We got a little crazy."

"A little?" Taehyung scoffs, referring to the hickeys on his neck, "Being around each other is intoxicating enough."

Taemin this time pulls on the red silk sheets on him, grinning devious to the irony, "Lust wears red, how does this look on me?"

Minho looks at him, pressing his finger to his lips, "Shh hush little baby, I think you're still sleepy."

"I'm feeling quite whimsical actually-"

"Okay, guys can we leave?" Woosung abruptly says, moving between his feet now with a heavy frown as he looks around, "I don't feel so good and my anxiety is acting up, so can we please leave now? Please?"

All eyes are on him, especially as he rubs his stomach with his shakily touch. If he's an anxious person, then no doubt the side effects of the hangover - that he's definitely feeling now - is getting to him. Getting paranoid about the nausea and headache attacking his body, the way he doesn't feel as healthy or clean as he usually does, now feeling like he needs multiple showers and to drink water all day to get this... Sensation off his body.

Sucks having anxiety, makes you think irrelevant shit all the time.

Jimin frowns to Woosung's subtle whimpers and gets off Taehyung, removing his shirt while going to get his, "Let's go everyone.  I'll cook something at home, and we can watch a nice movie, how does that sound?"

Everyone was immediately going to get dressed, all the while Woosung looks at Jimin with a quivering smile, thankful for the plan.

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A/N: 

I have a trick question for everyone.

What is something this story hasn't revealed to deeper depth yet about these characters?

Think about this well.

So far, we know a lot about these characters, so much actually, but there's one very specific thing that all of us don't know yet - or to a certain extent - and I'm going leave that here for you guys to think through :)

We're not done yet with the turn of this story, get ready for next chapter.

It's about to.... Reveal a lot.

And what's something I always include in my stories? Hmmm I'll let you guys think about that one too :)

And No! Not mafia, no mafia stuff in this book!

I PURPLE YOU! <33