(Y/N) POV:

"There's literally no way you'll win against me. I was literally alive when arcades opened. I've played games they don't even have antiques of. I've played every arcade game there is Kook." I laugh, nudging against him as we walk towards the entrance.

Knowing by the fierce competitive gleam we were going to leave with lighter pockets.

"All I'm hearing is you're old. Lost your touch... I wouldn't be surprised." He jibes, nudging back, hip brushing against mine. Face scrunched playfully.

"Old or not. You'll be eating your words Koo. When have you ever beaten me in a game first time round... I don't want to hurt your feelings on a date." I say with a sigh, even as my fingers reach for his, entangling together.

He squeezes back.

"Hah! An ego isn't going to help! Pride comes before a fall sweetheart." He crows, leading me in, our eyes raking over the countless machines, the flashing blur of lights and sounds and invitingly stretched out maze of games awaiting us. Beckoning us.

"And if you fall? You lose? Then?" I challenge.

His brows rise, grinning as he shakes his head, earrings dangling and shaking distractedly.

"If you lose?" he retorts.

"Winner gets a wish. A payment of sorts." I offer.

His eyes gleam with the ever familiar competitiveness I can feel welling up in me too.

"You're on. Last time I wanted a kiss. This time let's raise the stakes."

I lean forward, head tilted to brush my lips across his ear.

"You'll be eating your words if you can form any baby boy." And though his eyes dilate slightly, his words are wicked and just as sweetly promising.

"Boldly assuming you'll have breath to scream."

I pat his arm consolingly.

"You're cute."

Drawing him inside the arcade with the ever-familiar thrum of excitement and eagerness welling up inside me. I don't know when it'd become our place but it has. Who knew a small rivalry over the number one spot on the dance leaderboard could lead to this? Who knew that having the elusive JK step up to dance with me one the machines would've spiralled and bloomed in the most wonderful of ways?

Who knew I'd be speaking in such a public space with no worry weighing down on me? Without pressure or nausea stifling me.

"And you're a cheat! The next time we have a swimming competition I want you to have a handicap!" he exclaims, eyes alight with indignation as the realisation dawns on him.

My lips stretch wider, dragging his hand closer to mine and tilting my lips up to kiss him. Feel him startle before his vacant hand winds around me to draw me closer, lips soft and warm against mine, the slight pout he'd been adorning melting away as it morphs into a smile, chasing the familiarity, slotting against mine and retracing with the flick of his tongue, every curve and dip.

Press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth.

"I mean for what it's worth... chlorine really damages my tail when I next go into the Ocean... not a pretty sight." I lament playfully, laughing at the frowned furrow of his brows, mouth opening to say something when I squeeze his fingers gently, drawing him alongside me, further into the bustle of the machines.

"I'm kidding Koo~ you might want to tell Joon to cross off mermaids from his myths and lore sources. I don't have a tail."

Eyes drifting over the machines.

"How about the basketball hoops? Yoongi hyung's really good at those... did you know he used to play?" he says, excitement clear in his voice as he weaves past the machines with me, leading me over to them.

I stare with surprise.

"I didn't... music and athlete? He's got it all~" I trill, watching Kook's face split with a grin, nodding his assent.

"I think it was Namjoon hyung and Hobi hyung who witnessed that glorious phase during the end of high school..." he muses, dropping back to wait for me for two machines to vacate so we can play together.

"I'll have to ask him some day... there's still so much I don't know too." I muse, realising that I may have lifetimes they were still learning but there was still lifetimes of theirs I didn't know.

How they'd met, how they got together, who was whose first kiss, what other phases had they seen... they had seven lifetimes overlapped and entangled.

"I never asked... but are you going to professionally dance? I know the three of you could have long since moved on from semi-professional competitions..." I murmur.

"Well that's a decision the four of us would take moving forward now... and besides you could launch a soloist career... make a comeback." He suggests, voice soft, swinging our hands between us.

That might've been how I envisioned my start once service was over but I didn't know whether that was what I wanted anymore... wasn't sure I wanted to let go of the euphoric feeling of having a partner, of having a group on stage.

"Maybe I like having a group too much."

His lips peck my cheek quickly.

"Then I guess we'll compete together. You can't lose to me that way." Voice teasing and playful.

Tugging me along when the machines vacate.

"You're full of smart ideas Kook... let's see if you have strategy and skill to beat me." I laugh, hands separating to reach for a basketball.

"I might not be Yoongi hyung but... worth a shot."

And the sound of the basketballs hitting the basket, crashing against the hoop and the electronic ding of points wracking up against each other signals the first of countless rounds across countless games to navigate the arcade with.

Breaths ragged and eyes narrowing into a glare when he turns triumphant and crowing a few rounds later, skimming past a few points in the final round.

His eyes are dancing with delight, the laughter bubbling past at my twisted frown.

"Don't be pouty already~ we have an entire day." He teases, arm slung over my shoulder, drawing me closer to him, both tugging me nearer and moving me away from a gaggle of students moving past. Note that his eyes have hardened and face twisted into a scowl when their eyes linger, apology melting on a boy's lips as he almost collides against me.

Tucking me firmly against him, scowl melting when I turn back to him, softening into a smile and steering me away from the students, their voices breaking out into whispers from the stunted silence that'd lingered for a few moments. Lost in the crowd.

No harm, no foul.

"Is it always this bad? Being... ogled and gawked at?" he asks curiously as I lead the way to ice hockey. His body trailing behind mine, the heat of his hovering protectively.

"It's... this is the tamest I think it gets. I haven't had such strong pheromone control... ever. I think it's because I'm not scared anymore. I have nothing left to lose, nothing left to hide." I admit.

"That time... at the ice cream parlour..." he says softly.

"Right after dance practice remember? I was no doubt begging for someone to harass and try cop a feel."

His body staggers against me when I come to a still, a sudden jolt that I steady myself with.

"Don't ever say that. Don't ever say you deserved it or you begged for it. You have no choice... no say... you never had a choice in how the siren nature affects you." voice ragged and hard, fiercely defensive and protective.

It's surprising even if I know he knows... it's surprising to see fierce, unwavering protectiveness for me, defensiveness for me and not to guard against me.

"You didn't beg to be harassed and violated and I know none of the hyungs would've done anything different even if we'd have known you're a siren. You're still ours. You're still someone who deserves respect and the right to feel safe."

"That's sweet Koo... and it means a lot." I admit, feel his body curl closer against the edge of the hockey table, arms circling around me.

Head hooking over my shoulder, sharing in that moment for a few more instants longer.

"I love you." I murmur.

Hand resting on where his encircle my waist.

"I love you too. But no mercy." He says as he draws back.

And I echo those words when he steps opposite to me, immediately firing off a putt across the table, hand darting about to shoot it back. Eyes narrowing onto the sight of the putt whizzing across the table, the clanking as it slips through the slots at the end, the familiar gleam of competition in Kook's broad stance opposite me.

Cheering loudly when the scores flash red, damning and condemning him to his first loss of the day, laughing when he throws his hand down, expression a mixture of amusement and protest, eyes giddy as he gestures to the next machine.

Claw machines.

The bright, soft toys filling them entice and draw us in, starting off with unserious shakes and twists of the joystick, petering off into trying to outdo each other with gifting each other more won toys. The pink bunny he clutches in his hands is after several attempts matched by the one he holds out happily for me, giddy and a toothy, scrunched grin.

Then it turns to silly competitiveness united against the machine, trying to draw as many as we can, trying to complete sets for each other, bodies tilting with laughter against each other, an infectious enthusiasm that simmers between us and entangles us in a mess of limbs pressed against each other's side.

The yellow pup he hands over to me is soft and squishy, hand curling it close to my chest, lips curved wide, Kook dips his head into an exaggerated bow, his own body tilting with it, cheeks ruddy with laughter and eyes sparkling as he holds his hand out for mine, triumphant in this victory.

"Permission to dance with the lovely lady?" he asks, hand sliding against mine, inked fingers wrapping around my wrist and drawing me close, the distance between us unable to crossed by the soft toys we clutch to ourselves, my face tilting up to his.

"Of course sweetheart... thought you'd never ask."

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As hard as it is to ignore the glaring line and sharp movements beside me, I tune it out, senses narrowing onto the bright screen, the music and the seamless ease of familiarising myself to the dance mat, feet stepping in rhythm, body twisting in time to the beat. Lips stretching wide at the sharp pant of breath entangling and clashing with mine, points racking up against each other.

It's easy to let my mind close in on solely the movements, on the mere memory and fluidity triggered by treading the same steps, the same movements thousands of time, easy to focus when I hear a sharp hiss, a stumbled misstep, grinning and darting for the advantage.

A delighted bubble of laughter spilling unrestrained past my lips as I use his stumble to my gain, powering through the song with the knowledge that even if he scores the exact same, the one misstep will cost him.

Not expecting that as the final segment of the chorus pours out tinny speakers, screen flashing with scores and moves, triumphant grin stretched wide and words waiting on the tip of my tongue for the moment the game declares me winner.

Yelping when hands bodily twist me away from my side of the dance mat, spinning me off my side and onto his, my hands fumbling for balance on the metal railing, feet stumbling and my heart plummeting, entangled with incredulous disbelief and wide eyed.

Watching as he laughs, scoring the final points and giving me a smug look at the score he's just swiped away from me, mischief and tease clear on his face.

"Would you look at that~ I win!" he crows delightedly, doe eyes shiny with happiness and giddy playfulness.

"You cheat! I won that!" I protest.

"Nuh uh... I did that final sequence whilst you dragged my score through the mud." He says, voice cool and collected, shaking his head with faux-disappointment.

But the tug to his lips as they stretch into a smile, exuberant and infectious, the corner of my lips turning up, huffy frown melting away.

"Cheater~" I whisper, the term sounding gentler as I let him tug me closer, hand wrapping around my wrist, the flush of exertion on his cheeks mirrored by the heat seeping off my own.

"Winner." He corrects.

"Cheaters never win Koo~ thought everyone knew that time old principle." I murmur, the tune of the machine still ringing out, the screens blaring with our scores.

His nose nudges mine, head tilting forward, the bright gleam of his eyes glittering with the countless strobes of overhead lights, the neon bluey glow that the machine casts across his skin, his hand curving to cup my cheek.

Lips brushing against mine before he leans in to let them linger, stealing a moment of time where the world moves, the music plays and the games go on, but we don't.

Lips slotting firmer, the sweet taste of slush curling against my tongue when he flicks his against mine; stained purple still.

"Baby I was never in a position to lose." He murmurs, eyes flickering down to my lips, eyes warm and teasy.

And maybe this time... just this once Koo you filthy cheat! I let the name on the scoreboard be something else.

JK'S.

Heart fond and softening at the term. His.

Just as much as he was mine.

"I will beat you though pretty boy." I warn, laughing at the teasing eye roll as I lace my hand together with his.

"We'll see."

Drifting out of the arcade, squinting at the sudden flux of natural light against our eyes, squinting with sensitivity before we reach the diner.

How far we've come.

And yet... same place.

Same person.

But centuries between us have closed.

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"The world finally got there... finally I don't have to see Habaek tinkering over his gadgets and gizmos insisting he's got the next big thing!" Mi-sun laughs, her voice exuberant and giddy in my era, arm looped with mine as she drags the two of us close, regardless of the grumbled affronts that spill out of Habaek's lips.

"And what's to say my Inventor of the Year runner-up award didn't kickstart the entire process?" he huffs, trying to extract himself from her vice grip, huffing as he straightens his jacket cuffs.

Complaining even though denim can't be pulled out of shape, can't be ruined.

Trying to duck back, trying to drag himself away from the brightly coloured neon signs and games that have already garnered clusters of crowds.

My lips press tighter, stifling a grin as she's knowingly drawn to the bright, loud ruckus at a simple crane machine, to its inviting gifts of snacks and popular CDs, hear her loud giddy squeal as she rushes forward, pointing to the CD clustered in the centre.

Eyes wide and imploring and lips pouty.

The sight's enough to not only have me hurrying forward, promising to try my best to get it for her but it draws several onlookers and passers-by, people halting in their track and some approaching with the offer of help.

It's not siren allure seeping out of her and enticing them, it's the warmth and tug of a sweetly pouting face as she curls her hand around my wrist, eyes shining as she nods.

But it'd be a lie if she didn't know exactly what she was doing... and how she was winding them around her little finger in the same likeliness she winds a long strand of silky dark hair around her finger, expression coy and faux-demure, legs stretched out under the short denim skirt as she leans against the class.

Cooing at the first man who steps up, flushing pink under her sweet gaze and pink lips.

"She does this everytime. You'd think I'd get used to it... nope. Still makes me..." Habaek murmurs in my ear, face scrunching as he shakes his head at the sight.

Holding his hand out towards me instead, grin conspirative and enticing.

"How about we go explore and have fun? They've got these cool coloured icy drinks I think you'll really like!" hand encasing mine and large frame drawing me protectively in front of him as we thread and weave our way through the crowds, bypassing clusters of bodies and loud yells, his hand resting on my shoulder as he steers me forward.

"How long do you think we have until unnie figures she was deserted?" I laugh, lips slipping free from the straw of the slushy, a painful cold numbness that makes my head ache for a moment.

"Hmm... after we've tried out the racer games!" he bets, competitive gleam twinkling alongside mischief, hands gripping my waist to lift me off the counter, body leaning away from where it had been bracketing me.

Fingers skimming across my waist in a tickle before he sets me down, peering down at me.

"Bet?"

I tilt my head.

"What's it worth?"

"Candyfloss!" I laugh, bargaining seriously with him.

His lips brush my cheek in a quick peck.

"You're on!"

And the night ends with cheeks sticky with wispy sugar, skin flushed with heat and the victory held over the two of us as Mi-sun sulks, even if she carries an armful of prizes between her hands.

KOOK POV:

Her kisses taste sticky sweet, cold with the remnant chill of ice-cream, sticky sweet with the candyfloss she'd tugged me eagerly to buy, eyes lit up as she held out the large cloud of spun sugar towards me.

Sticky sweet and softness meld to my lips as she leans over the gears, tilting my face to hers as she parts her lips, tongue flicking at the seam of my mouth in askance, a soft sigh exhaled as her tongue brushes against mine. Coaxing and entangling, the taste of her and the sugary warmth is intoxicating, has my mouth tilting to hers, fingers cupping her jaw to deepen the kiss, to relish and lose myself in the feel of her body tilted close and the trail of fingers entangling in hair, groaning against me as she tugs, a spark of pained pleasure where her fingers curl through strands and tilts me to her. Draws me closer with an intoxicating burn of pleasure beginning to simmer low in my veins, her lips soft as they drag against mine, the soft fumble and laugh before she murmurs against my lips.

"Move your seat back." She coaxes, hips swinging around in a messy fumble before she straddles me, hand winding around my nape before she's kissing me fiercer, hungrier, lips bruising and scorching against mine and the curl of fingers pushing hair away before she drags her lips across my jaw, breath warm and eyes dark, gleaming and toying as she looks at me, nudges her lips against my throat and ducks her head to trail them across skin, teeth dragging and nipping at skin before she closes her mouth around the slight sting. Sucking a mark into my throat, my hands curling to grip at her waist, slipping under her top, tugging her waist closer.

"Even though you cheated I won... and I want my prize." She murmurs, eyes holding mine, leaning closer to me, nose brushing against mine and her lips curving wide when I tilt closer to brush my lips against hers.

"Name your price."

Her fingers lock together around my nape, tugging me closer the short distance to murmur it against my mouth.

"You."

Flaring embers pulsing hotter at the unadulterated want in her eyes, in the simmering challenge fuelling the unbroken hold our eyes have on each other, bodies pressed close.

"But... but we play by my rules." She lilts when my lips surge forward, bruising and aching, relentless and wanting, teeth scraping against her bottom lip, her voice slightly breathless and her eyes persuasive and promising.

Impatience sears across my body, spine curving as I tilt closer to her.

"Anything. Everything. Your rules." I promise.

And yet her grin is dangerous and her eyes wicked.

Maybe giving in so quick wasn't the best choice.

But I was too wanting to care.

And the electric sear of desire bubbling hotter and fiercer under my veins, simmering and overflowing at the impatient tug of her body against mine as I reach for the door, bodies stumbling out the driver seat, her smile curved wide as my lips brush across her jaw, cradling her face to press a peck to the giddy lilt.

The gravitational tug to her is nothing compared to the yank of her hands fisting into my jacket, huffing a breath of laughter against my jaw, quirked with fondness and impatience asI fumble with her towards the front door.

A hazy mess of limbs pressing close, soft smiles and laughter swallowed against each other's mouths, groaning when she twists to reach half-heartedly for the passenger seats, trying to tilt back.

"But my puppy baby and the others..." she whines, arms winding tighter around me as her fingers lock together, dragging me close when I groan, tugging her away, body bracketing and pinning hers to the front door, breathless huffs between kisses, fumbling for keys.

"Will be there when I'm... when you're done with me."

And teasing ebbs into something achingly raw with how much I want, with how visceral the feeling of arousal is searing low in my gut at her hands coaxing and leading, stumbling past the doorway with me, movements ragged and uncoordinated.

Lips swollen and quirked with wicked, promising intent as she shucks her shoes off, hands reaching to push the jacket off my shoulders. Denim fling to the ground, eyes gleaming with a mixture of curiosity and contemplation.

Eyeing my hair inquisitively.

"How'd you like your hair being pulled baby boy?" voice light.

My stomach swoops at the nonchalance, at the mental image of her hands entangling with my hair and tugging, arching my throat for her.

I swallow hard as I look at her, the glint in her fixed gaze telling me she knows, she just wants to hear me say it.

Undoubtedly seeing the flush climbing my cheeks as she pins me with a coy stare.

"If we're playing by your rules why ask? Thought that it meant I'm your toy..."

Words trailing off as I wrap my hand around her wrist to tug her closer.

Lips brushing the shell of her ear, relishing the small jolt before she relaxes.

"So game on no?"

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The door is hurriedly shut, her body bracketing mine against the wood, tilting her face up to brush a trail of kisses down my jaw and throat, fingers curling against the hem of my t-shirt, knuckles brushing against my waist, inching the fabric upwards.

The pressure of her lips and tongue closing around my skin, sucking a mark into my collarbone has my head tilting back, thudding against the wood, lips parted in a shaky exhale, hands gripping her waist and dragging her closer, hips rutting against hers.

Drawing back as the shirt entangles, laughter bubbling past her lips as she moves away, the weight of her body no longer pressing against mine, fingers slipping down to my waistband, grazing over me, smiling when I buck into the touch, hissing at the tight constraint of the jeans before she slowly undoes them.

There's something warm and trusting in her eyes as she shares this part of herself, something more healed and soothed over at the arcade and something heady and wanting as she looks at me, eyes drifting over my torso.

Hand reaching out to skim across skin, palm splaying over my chest, eyes curious because everything is new, everything is intoxicatingly new and yet it feels like a naturalness rings out, a rightness and familiarity where our hands curl against each other, her back arching as my hands skim up her back, drawing the top up and off.

Something familiar in the sharp curl of arousal at the scrape of her nail against my nipple, familiar in the buck of my hips and the small groan.

What's new is the searing heat and dawning realisation in her eyes before the pads of her fingers slowly circle the nub, coaxes it to stiffness, teasing the aching stiffness by twisting and tugging.

The low moan that bubbles past my lips is needy, keening as my back arches off the wood, fingers tight as I grip her hips, reflexively curling around her curves and tugging her closer, breath a sharp pant as I murmur bed, bed. Aching to have her body settled over mine, to have her closer. Ache to learn her this way too.

"Tease." I bite out, feel the sharp tug in response, pleasure searing hotter as she skims her lips across my chest.

"So? You cheated..." she murmurs, voice teasing and light.

Fingers threading through my belt loops to tug me forward, drawing me with her as she walks backwards before the back of her legs hit the bed, sinking down and drawing me down on top, smile giddy as she tilts her lips up for a kiss.

The huff of breath that slips past my lips is incredulous before I cup her cheek, thumb brushing over skin before letting myself sink into that heady slow chase of our mouths slotted together, the burning impatience quietening for a moment. relishing in the lazy curl of her lips curved against mine, tongue brushing over the seam of my lips in askance.

Soft indulgence in the curl of her tongue chasing my own, roving and skimming across the inside of my mouth, thrusting in and out, nose brushing mine and her hands drift as if they can't choose where to settle. Skimming across my shoulders and trailing down my chest, her hips shifting over mine, the barest grazes as she rocks her hips up slightly, my own bucking down to grind against hers.

"And? Yet a double-win."

She hums, chest heaving slightly as she peers up at me.

It's intoxicating and dizzying and terrifying how easily and how deeply I fall for the wide eyes peering up at me, how easily I tilt to chase the warm sweetness of her lips; a honeyed sweetness spilling out in the curl of her hand around my nape, fingers winding through my hair. Cradling me close even as my body brackets hers to the bed, hand skimming to brush across slightly heaving swells, dragging across fabric before curling around her back to unclasp her bra. Drawing off the fabric from her body and watching the barest flicker of tentativeness bloom into confidence at the enamoured awe I look at her with. Back arching as my hand ghosts along already stiffened buds, skimming across them with featherlight touches, a far cry from the merciless twist of her fingers that had seared a delicious scorching trail of desire that wound tighter round my gut.

Past and present entangle together in the same likeliness of our bodies curled close, past memories and flickering memories fading from her eyes and seeing only me in that instant. Only the two of us exist and remain suspended in the charged weighted silence of slowly drinking each other in, breath ragged because the intensity of her stare makes simmering embers flare to life.

"You're beautiful." She murmurs, voice quiet, an intimate confession murmured against my collarbone as her body curves up, pushing herself up on steady arms. Sincerity and warmth pools in her voice, such a far cry from the skimming of her fingers curling around my shoulder and trailing down, mapping across my bicep.

The words spill out unbidden past my lips, the sight of her slender fingers curled against skin sparking a vicious ache. My own hands trail over the dip of her waist, mapping the curves with my fingertips, drifting lazily up and down; feeling the warmth of her curves under my touch. Indulgently exploratory and unrushed. I dip my head to mouth a path along her collarbone, teeth and tongue and lips marking a slow path, chasing to commit to memory the feel of her body curving to mine, the shudder barely felt as she tilts her head back, baring the hollow of her throat, slotting closer at the invitation. The shudder of her breath

"The hyungs don't know yet.. so consider this a consolatory prize baby..." I tease, watch her head tilt, the gesture bringing with it the brush of her hair against a bare shoulder.

For a moment it's almost easy to forget that her body curls enticingly under mine, bare from the waist up. For a moment. But the realisation swamps back when the stiff buds press flush to my chest when my own fingers trail against the curve of her back, knuckles skimming across skin.

"But I'm planning on getting tattoos." I admit wryly, see the flare of molten heat pulse in her eyes, feel it viscerally as the look alone, as the tightening grip of her fingers squeezing muscle splay wider, hips bucking forward and rutting against her denim shorts.

Lips parted silently as she stares.

Leg winding down to curl against the back of my thighs before she twists, hands loosening only to splay possessively across my chest as she straddles me, hips dragging against mine, the burn of friction rougher where she's left the zipper dragged open, where I ache and strain against fabric as she peers at me.

Voice a slight tremble.

"I know it's a future plan but when you're all tatted up, reckon you can pin me down with that arm?" voice thick with lust and her eyes blown wide slightly with thought.

The mental image spurs the desire further, droving in further with the visceral ache, of the sight of her curved form thrashing on the same sheets, trying to buck away from the sprawl of ink banding across her skin.

Fuck.

"If you keep my secret... and come with me? Then deal." I murmur, voice petering off in a groan when she tilts forward to tug a nipple between her teeth, the hot wet pressure of her tongue flicking against where her teeth sink in and tug, mouthing wetly at the burning flare of heat.

Murmurs it against my skin as her fingers work the other stiff nub, lips trailing indulgently over skin, as if tasting and mapping the shape and line and divots of my body with her wicked mouth.

Hips dragging against mine slowly, a rough, burning and slow friction that makes me twist impatiently, hands reaching to grip her hips tightly, her teeth sinking into the crook of my neck in the same instant. I feel the quirk of her lips against my skin when my hips jerk against her, groaning at the sear her teeth leave behind, hips grinding down with more purpose.

"Impatient baby boy?" she teases, tongue flicking once, twice, thrice to the mark I feel my throat throb headily with.

My lips twist, voice strained as I stare at her.

"Same age. You said it too." I huff, a frustrated keen slipping past my lips when she lifts her hips up, moving back and away. Silenced by the wet trail of open mouthed kisses at bare skin, nose grazing against my thigh as she drags the jeans and boxers off.

"But even if it's just now even if its just this moment... maybe I want to take care of you baby boy... maybe I want to leave you a sobbing begging mess Kook. You must beg your hyungs so prettily... am I so bad for wanting to witness it for myself?" she teases playfully but her words just stoke a needier fire, hips bucking at the scrape of her teeth against the inside of my thigh, coaxing my legs to splay wider for her, though my body does it without further invitation and encouragement. Head rising up to peer at her, at the gleam of her eyes from where she sinks down and kneels in between my legs, the coquettish kitten lick against my weeping tip torturous and agonising.

It's the barest of touches, so are the following ghosting brushes of her lips, phantom like as they curl against my length, breath warm and my body feeling coiled up and high strung, shuddering at the flicks of her tongue.

She's worse than Yoongi hyung.

"Please... (Y/N) please..." I whimper out, already aching with impatience.

Her eyes hold mine, hand brushing her hair back and slowly she draws the tip of me into her mouth. Lips curling up at the buck of my hips.

At least she isn't mean like Hobi hyung about not touching, not moving...

"Noona..." I plead.

And the abrupt pressure of her mouth sinking down to take me deep into her throat, eyes fluttering at the fullness as she grips my thighs, hovers as she swallows heavily, the pressure tight around me, bucking involuntarily, an apology ready on the tip of my tongue... but she sinks deeper, lips stretched wide and eyes steadfastly holding mine in silent praise as she envelops my length in the heat of her mouth.

Good boy.

She slowly draws herself deeper, a newness in the way she doesn't push herself, she lets and allows herself time to adapt and accommodate the stretch before drawing her lips back to sink an inch further.

Her fingers leaving their imprints behind as she grips my thighs, cheeks hollowing as she sucks, unrelenting as she takes the feverish buck of my hips, fingers sinking into her hair, entangled in thick strands, as I guide her down, groaning with pleasure.

The slow tug of pleasure being wound tighter around my gut as she continues to envelop me into her mouth, tongue flicking against me, slowly sinking deeper until the contractions of her throat swallowing has my hips bucking up as I cry out her name.

Hands tightening in her hair, almost painfully so, her moan shuddering as she draws herself off, lips slick and swollen, harsh pants as she looks at me, pupils dilated.

"You... "

"Me..." she echoes breathlessly.

Not waiting for an answer before her lips close around the tip, sinking down slowly and purposefully drawing it out, the glide of her lips against me a torment with the slow teasing pleasure she gives.

But the impatience bubbles strong alongside the pleasure, abdomen clenching tightly, hands tugging her off, surging upwards and lips dragging against hers, messy and uncoordinated and needy as my mouth crushes to hers; bruising and unrelenting, hand skimming from the back of her head, to her nape, skimming across her back and tugging her close.

Thighs bent and splayed open as she slots between them, leaning inwards, hands curling around my nape.

"Are impossible." I huff against her mouth, lips curving up when hers do, smiles pressed to each other.

"Quite literally." She mumbles.

I laugh, lips turning from hers to press against her shoulder, brushing her hair back, fingers entangling in them as I let my head dip to mark a path across skin.

Exhales warm against her skin.

"That you are." I murmur, leg banding across the back of her thighs, locking against her before I twist. Turning her against the sheets, this time I get to be looking down, hands bracketing her as I hold myself up above her, thigh nudging hers open.

Eyes fixated on the sight of her face flushed and happy, lips curved up and holding mine unabashedly.

A giddy exuberance in her gaze.

"But isn't that why I won? Cos it's impossible to win Koo... I was there when arcades opened." She sighs, faux-dismay in her tone, squealing when my fingers poke at her sides, laughing and twisting on the sheets, trying to get free as I lean forward, trapping her underneath me.

Lips stretched wide at her squirming form, eyes raking over the shuddery breaths, the way her head twists on the sheets, fingers scrabbling to loop around my wrists to try tug them away from her sides.

"You're beginning to sound like Jin hyung if you try use age as an advantage." I laugh, head ducking to graze my lips and teeth against her collarbone, working down, mouth tugging a bud between my teeth, sucking harsh to feel her body jolt, tongue flicking against the stiffened nub, working the other between my fingers.

Slow and indulgent in sucking a mark on the underside of her breast, head dipping lower as I press kisses down her torso.

Relish in the small tremors that wrack her body, the way her eyes flutter, lashes brushing against skin, hair messy and sprawled.

"I don't know... there's something powerful about Jin." She muses, a breathless laugh when I still above her, eyes flashing with the taunting underlying challenge.

Do better... if you can.

"And there's something about stamina in dancers. Question is... do you still have it?" I murmur, fingers slipping down to her waist, tugging her leg open, hand hooking and curling around her thigh to hitch it over my shoulder, head turning to press my lips against soft skin.

Trailing upwards, skimming across the inside of her thigh, feel the tremble and jolt, feel the muscles shift underneath, teeth scraping playfully.

Mouth trailing to her centre, fingers following the same teasing path before tracing slow patterns onto her skin, trailing inwards until I lean forward to let two fingers sink in, slowly working her open, free hand sprawled over her other thigh to keep it anchored open, lips inching closer.

"I've trained in excessive stamina... could you keep up?" she croons quietly, voice breathy.

Feel her hips buck, lifting and trying to draw me deeper, name spilled breathlessly, fingers curling into my hair and tugging me closer.

The impatience, the harried buck of her hips and the twist of her hips has my lips curving up, tongue flicking against where my fingers sink in, thrusting in and curling in the same crooked tilt of my fingers, slowly drawing them in and out.

"Such a tease." She breathes, breath hitching and when I let my eyes drift upwards, continuing the slow, unhurried thrusts of my fingers in and out. Tongue curling and flicking against her nub, feel the restless buck of her hips, a shaky curse slipping past her lips.

"And you're not?" I retort, arousal still achingly hot and fierce, pressure taut and groaning as I tilt closer, staving off my own pleasure with the intent to give her ecstasy first.

Lips quirking at the thought of the competition it seems to have turned into. A messy chase to be the first to draw the other to a peak.

Pleasure burning and lancing through my body, abdomen clenching tightly at the sight of her unravelling so beautifully under me; splayed across the sheets with a confident aura that beckons and draws me closer; lips chasing hers, feverish as they skim across skin.

"Don't worry I can keep up."

Can you really? Is what her eyes challenge, stare and meet mine unflinchingly, teasing and coy and fierce. Ignited by the same roaring fire lit within my veins, spreading burning heat outwards until my own body feels helpless to contain it.

There's nothing but rightness when it comes to her, in every way, in all the ways of learning each other, constantly discovering new things.

And as she stares at me, I see her not as a siren that reels people to water with her voice, I see my siren. Luring me to drown in the abundant pleasure and love she has to give.

And I will gladly drown in her.

Over and over.

(SORRY. FIRST OF ALL. I THINK YOU ALL DESEREV THAT. AND THEN THANK YOU. THANK YOU SO, SO MUCH FOR YOUR PATIENCE AND UNRUSHED WAIT AND SUPPORT FOR THIS STORY. HONESTLY—IT'S BEEN TOO LONG AND A MAJOR PART WAS BECAUSE I HAD THE WORST WRITER'S BLOCK FOR THIS FIC, BECAUSE IT MEANS A LOT TO ME AND THE LAST THING I WANTED WAS TO GIVE A BADLY WRITTEN CHAPTER OR MAKE YOU WAIT. BUT THE WAIT HAPPENED! SO THANK YOU FOR STICKING BY ME! THIS IS HALF OF THIS SCENE COS OF COURSE I'M NOT LEAVING YOU WITH ONLY THIS! THE SPICE WAS GETTING LONG SO IT WAS SPLIT INTO TWO!! HOPE THIS CHAPTER WAS WORTH THE WAIT... EVEN SLIGHTLY! AND WELCOME BACK TO OUR BABY SIREN READERS! HOPE YOU ENJOY!)

Worlds crumble far more easily than they build. So have the most tender patience in nurturing and sheltering the world you've built for yourself and know to have the same tenderness with others' worlds... they are beautiful, fragile and right in orbit of yours.

Borahae! 💜💜💜

PurpleQueenie <3