It was a fucking shitshow of a concert in Brazil—the concert that never happens—and they’re all in terrible moods by the time they get back to the hotel. Wumuti’s eyes are red from crying, Haru’s eyes are tight behind his smile, and Hyun isn’t doing so hot either.

The van ride over had been silent as the grave. None of them knew what to say. There was nothing to say. Instead of going back to their own rooms, by the kind of unspoken agreement that comes from living in each other’s pockets for the last year and a half, they all end up outside the door of the room that Hyun’s been sharing with Rui.

With a tired sigh, Hyun lets them in with his key card.

Haru had been managing to keep it together this whole time, and then he takes one look at Rui. Silly, beautiful Rui whose eyes are puffy from crying, and then he loses it and starts to cry, too. But Wumuti can’t look at Haru crying without tearing up again, all of her exhaustion and futile anger welling up again, and at that point it’s only a matter of time before Hyun gets it, too.

Four idols, sniffling and crying in a hotel room.

“Wait. No, we can’t all be crying. Everybody stop,” Wumuti sniffles.

“I don’t think we can, hyung,” says Haru through tears.

This is getting ridiculous and way too sad, so they find another way to occupy themselves instead.

They all get drunk.

They pass around a bottle of tequila while Wumuti nurses her bottle of wine.

“Um, I don’t. No, that’s okay,” says Hyun, trying to refuse when it’s his turn.

Rui clicks her tongue. “Really, you’re not going to drink now of all times?”

Wumuti is too tired to referee or try to keep control of Rui right now. She waves a tired hand and says, “Rui, leave him alone. If he doesn’t want to drink, he doesn’t have to drink.”

But Rui sees something else on Hyun’s face, something that gives her pause. She gets very close to him. So close that her face looks distorted in his vision, and he can smell the sweet tang of tequila on her breath.

Rui asks, “If I peer-pressured you, would you like it?”

She brings the bottle to his lips and tips it upward a little too fast. Hyun swallows reflexively, but some of it trickles out of the corner of his mouth.

“Good, good,” she coos, petting his head a little too hard and fast to be truly soothing. A little bit like a kid who doesn’t know how not to pet the cat’s fur backward.

She feeds him again, and again, until finally Hyun coughs and pushes the bottle away and croaks, “I think I’m good, jagiya, thank you.”

Rui beams like she’s just done something delightful.

The bottle gets passed to Haru next, who takes a few swallows, with Wumuti warning, “Hey, hey, take it easy.”

“I’m fine, mommy,” he says, giving her a warm and syrupy smile that makes her want to kiss the taste of tequila out of his mouth.

She doesn’t even like tequila, but she does like the bright look that Haru gives her. It’s so much better than seeing him crying.

The bottle makes its way to Wumuti, who declines because she’s already got wine, but Rui insists she has to drink a bit anyway or else it ‘doesn’t count,’ so Wumuti ends up taking a swig of the tequila too before the bottle ends up back in Rui’s hands.

There’s something really graceful about the way Wumuti drinks, the way her thin, long fingers curve over the neck of the bottle. Mesmerizing enough that Haru’s eyes are drawn to her like magnets and he can’t look away, unaware that he’s staring at her mouth.

She’s so elegant doing this the way she is doing everything. Unlike everyone else, she isn’t sloppy in the slightest.

Rui takes the bottle back and gulps a few more mouthfuls.

She isn’t normally one to drink, but it turns out she can drink like a fish when she wants to, courtesy of her crazy-fast metabolism, and that’s kind of hot in its own right. She finally stops badgering everyone like a drug pusher when she’s decided that everyone in the room is acceptably good and drunk, herself included as her head buzzes pleasantly, tackling down some of the gnawing anxiety that won’t leave her alone.

The air conditioner drones in the room, cooling their flushed skin. Haru’s cheeks are bright. Despite what he’d said earlier, he had had a little too much, not that he’d ever admit it. He doesn’t usually drink, and his whole body is feeling warm and syrupy. Which is nice, because he’s sitting right next to Wumuti, and she makes a convenient and soft pillow for him to lean his head against.

He’s not even quite aware he’s tipping over before his head is lying neatly on her shoulder, and she snugs him closer with a hand.

“Okay?” she asks him in Japanese, soft and private and just for him, and he looks up at her with adoring eyes and nods.

Across the aisle, Rui makes theatrical retching and gagging noises.

They’re split up half and half, Wumuti and Haru sitting on one bed, still wearing their concert clothes and makeup, and Rui and Hyun on the other.

“Why don’t we go to our room?” Wumuti complains. “The bed is bigger.”

Rui almost spills from the bottle as she tips it back down, putting a hand up to make sure nothing drips from her mouth. She sets the bottle, now considerably lighter than it used to be, on the nightstand and swallows hastily before speaking: “Because we don’t know what you do in that bed, and I don’t want to sit in it.”

Wumuti tosses a pillow at Rui for that. “Don’t be crude. We don’t do anything like you’re implying. We just sleep.”

Rui snorts. Even Hyun looks away politely, and Wumuti has never felt so betrayed.

“What? Is that so difficult to believe? It’s just nice to cuddle.”

Haru bobs his head in enthusiastic agreement next to her.

“Wait, really?” Rui asks, leaning forward so far it gets precarious.

“Careful, jagiya,” Hyun murmurs, pushing her back gently but firmly.

Wumuti huffs. “Yes, really.”

Rui hums. “Well, if I slept in a big bed next to Hyun in a hotel with no roommates, I would fuck him.”

Beside her, Hyun chokes, and Haru starts snickering.

“I don’t think that’s the gotcha you think it is, sweetheart. I think Hyun’s learning things about you,” Wumuti says.

Rui huffs but doesn’t deny it.

“Really?” Rui asks. “Like, really, you’ve never done anything with Haru?”

“Um,” Haru says, starting to squirm like he’s getting uncomfortable with this line of questioning.

“Rui,” Wumuti says, a note of warning in her voice. “What are you being so nosy for all of a sudden?”

“I’m bored,” Rui whines. Everyone else looks worn out, but she’s still buzzing with too much energy. She brightens as an idea hits her. “Fine, what if we play truth or dare? Then we can all ask nosy questions.”

There’s crickets in the room.

“Come onnn, let’s play. This is too sad, and I’m tired of feeling sad.”

It’s really hard to argue with that logic, actually, and no one really wants to.

“That sounds fine,” Hyun says, looking at the others for reactions. “It could be considered as getting to know each other.”

“How much better do you want to get to know each other?” Wumuti grumbles, but her heart’s not in it. It’s already a given that she’s going to give in to Rui.

“Okay,” Haru says first. “I’ll play if you want.”

Rui beams. “Haru! I knew you were my favorite for a reason.”

“I thought I was your favorite,” Hyun says, and Rui tosses a pillow at him.

“You’re my favorite if you’ll play with me.”

“Fine, but I can’t think of any questions,” Wumuti says. “My brain is fried.”

“That’s okay,” says Rui, suspiciously quickly. “I have a list of questions saved right here.”

Wumuti clicks her tongue. “Girl, did you plan this?”

“It’s not your turn so you can’t ask questions~” Rui sing-songs. “Okay, Haru can go first because he volunteered.” Rui shifts so she’s facing Haru and leans in with her wide, dark eyes. “Truth or dare?”

“Um,” Haru says, suddenly feeling put on the spot and dizzier than he thought as everything he’d drunk hits him all at once. The room tilts a little, but he’s still game. “Truth, I guess?”

“Okay.” Rui scrolls down on her phone and reads, “Have you ever masturbated thinking about someone in this room?”

“Oh my god,” Hyun says.

“Girl what the hell kind of questions are you reading? Is that even on a list?”

“It is!” Rui says, turning her phone around so Wumuti can see, but it’s just a quick flash before she holds it to her chest. “You can’t look at the rest of the questions because it won’t be fun. Spoilers. But it’s real! I found it on a website for truth or dare.”

“They have websites for everything,” Hyun murmurs to himself.

“You don’t have to answer that if you don’t want to,” Wumuti tells Haru.

“…no, it’s okay. I will.” He sits up from where he’s slumped over her shoulder and ventures a brave, if uncertain smile at Wumuti. “We’re playing, right? ‘Cause tonight sucked, so we won’t be sad anymore. It’s okay.”

Ah, sometimes Haru makes Wumuti’s heart clench. Her little love. It’s impossible for everyone in the room not to love him at least a little, their bright sunshine.

Their bright sunshine who’s currently about to be very embarrassed, and his loving hyungs look at him like a pack of hungry jackals and he’s the dinner.

He turns back to face the group. “So, um. Yes? I have.”

He puffs his little chest out as if determined not to be embarrassed. Which lasts about two seconds.

Rui cackles and leans in. “I knew it! Who was it?”

“That wasn’t part of the question!” Haru whines.

“No, but you can’t just say that you have and expect no follow-up questions,” says Wumuti, looking amused, and Haru looks at her, betrayed. He’d thought that she at least would be on his side!

But apparently the prospect of getting dirt on him is just too good. Plus, he’d forgotten how much they like to prank him, Wumuti no less than Rui. Sometimes a maknae’s gotta stick up for himself, and maybe Hyun at least won’t betray him.

Maknae’s rights or something like that.

“I refuse,” Haru says, crossing his arms. “It wasn’t part of the question. You have to play fair or else it’s no fun.”

Rui whistles under her breath. “Little Haru thinking dirty thoughts about the group. I bet it was me. That’s okay, honey. I know I’m hot.” She shoots a wink at Haru, who sputters. “You just watch out next time, though,” she says, jabbing a long finger still tipped with her stage talons at him.

“Moving on… Hyun’s turn next!”

“Truth,” he says, not seeming phased in the slightest.

It’s as though he hasn’t been drinking at all. Does Hyunnie secretly have some kind of crazy alcohol tolerance? Or maybe Rui just didn’t give him enough to drink.

“Okay.” Rui scrolls through the app. She grins. “How often do you masturbate?”

Hyun’s dignity has always seemed more delicate than the rest of theirs—even Haru’s—which is maybe why Rui can’t pass up the chance to mess with him every chance that he gets. To her surprise, though, in this case he doesn’t look even the littlest bit flustered. Instead, he seems deep in thought, as if he’s considering the next line to write in a book of poetry.

“That often?” Haru jokes, and Hyun slowly looks at him.

It’s something about that that does it.

With glee, Rui realizes that Hyun isn’t sober at all. It’s just hard to tell with him. But his eyes are slightly unfocused, and he’s swaying lightly, and the way he’s looking at her… it sends shivers down her spine.

She would like a piece of that, please and thank you. She doesn’t know what it is, but she’s dying to find out.

“Maybe… once a week?” Hyun says.

“What? No way!” says Haru.

“Hyunnie, it’s not good to lie,” chides Wumuti.

But Rui taps Hyun’s shoulder. “No, really, really. Tell me more. Only once a week? Like all the time?”

Ah, Rui’s face… it’s so close to his again. Rui’s got a really terrible concept of personal space, or so it seems. Except Hyun has seen Rui with Evols and with staff members. He’s actually really very good at it. He’s always careful and considered, keeping away when he ought to keep away. It’s only with the three of them that all those boundaries seem to dissolve into gentle pink nothingness.

Hyun longs to lean into Rui’s touch, but they’re not like Wumuti and Haru for him to be able to lean in so easily. At least, not when there are no cameras on them. What a strange and bitter irony.

“Not, not all the time,” Hyun says, speaking so carefully—the only tell that he’s drunk the slightly unfocused look in his eyes and the fact that he’s speaking more slowly than usual—picking his words with care so as to avoid tripping over them entirely. “When we’re on tour, or before comebacks… less, because we’re so busy, aren’t we? Traveling all the time and practicing.”

He’d spoken more than he meant to, coming a little tongue-tied, and he looks up to everyone staring at him with slightly disbelieving expressions on their faces.

“That’s normal,” he insists, tugging the lone long, thin sleeve of his asymmetrical shirt down over his wrist in a kind of nervous habit, picking at the hem. “Isn’t that normal?”

“I’m, um. Pretty sure I’d die if I didn’t do it for that long?” Haru says.

Wumuti looks at him sidelong out of the corner of his eye.

“I wouldn’t die,” says Rui. “But I wouldn’t do it unless it was for something like a bet or something.”

Hyun looks to Wumuti, his last lifeline.

“I get it,” she shrugs. “Sometimes I get too busy, too.”

Haru teases and calls her an old person, which gets him a look so withering that he trips over himself apologizing, willing to dare but not willing to go too far to risk Wumuti’s actual wrath.

Wumuti snorts. “Alright you freaking nymphos. My turn, huh?” she says, saving Hyun gracefully from the uncomfortable spotlight.

He gives her a look of gratitude, which she returns warmly.

By now, they’re all extra tipsy, loose-limbed and a little bit melting into the furniture.

“Truth,” Wumuti says, uncrossing and then recrossing her legs in a way that draws Haru’s eyes to them.

“Boo,” Rui says loudly, smacking the bed. “Everyone picking truth isn’t fun. You guys have to do some dares.”

“Then you do a dare next time when it’s your turn,” Wumuti says. “I picked truth.”

Haru doesn’t think he’s ever seen them get like this before. They’re a little scary when they’re drunk. Almost like they’re gonna fight each other. Except… also like they’re going to kiss. Haru turns red as he thinks of a few of those fantasies he’d had to mention that he hadn’t told anyone about.

A couple of them started something like that. Those Tiktoks they’re always filming, where they push each other and look at each other at the dirt on their shoe, hasn’t helped Haru’s imagination not run wild…

“Maybe I will!” Rui says, her face glowing pink and her voice getting harsher and more strident… but even that’s somehow sexy in a way…

Rui scrolls down the list on her phone and then cackles. “Oh, this is a good one.” She looks up and bats her eyelashes at Wumuti. “What’s the best sexual experience you’ve ever had? In detail.”

Wumuti squints. “Does it really say that? Let me see that.”

Rui turns the phone around, the bottom half of the screen covered up by her hand, and it really does.

Wumuti blows out a breath and takes another sip of wine to steady herself. “Fine.” She turns to Haru at her side and raises her eyebrows. “You sure you wanna hear this? About your mom?” she jokes.

Haru huffs and smacks her arm lightly. “It’s not like you’re my real mom…”

He does want to hear it. Badly. As much as he already knows it’ll make him horribly jealous—he can feel the jealousy eating away at his insides right now, corrosive and acidic—he wants to know even more badly. It’s a part of Muti he hasn’t been privy to, hasn’t yet been allowed to know.

“There was this guy I saw casually for a few months. No names,” Wumuti says, pointing one long, red jewel-tipped nail at Rui, before she can ask. “It wasn’t anything serious, we’d see each other now and then. He had a big—” she catches herself, choking on laughter, and says, “Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m saying this to you. Anyway. He was very well-endowed, and there was this one time. We were doing it, um. From behind. And he was hitting my spot just right, and that was the first time I figured out that I could come,” she gestures. “You know. Without anything.”

“How old were you?” Haru asks, and Wumuti doesn’t tell him that that’s an extra question.

She thinks about it. “I was a trainee at my second company, so I must have been… oh, 21? Something like that. Anyway! That’s enough of me. Rui, it’s your turn next.”

“That’s not nearly enough detail,” says Rui.

“Girl, says who?”

Rui tucks her lip between her teeth. “Well, how did it feel?”

Wumuti throws the one remaining pillow on the bed at her. “How do you think it felt? I got fucked until I came.”

Wumuti laughs incredulously.

Rui rolls her eyes. “Well, yeah, but how does that feel for you?” She quickly adds, maybe because she can sense Wumuti’s patience is running out, “I’m not messing with you. I’m actually curious. Does it feel all… tingly and stuff?”

Wumuti looks at her from beneath her eyelashes. “Why, does it feel like that for you when I’ve made you…?”

Haru’s eyes widen. Sure, he’d… always kind of wondered, but… he hadn’t known for sure. Not until right now.

It’s… odd. Haru is used to the way Rui can be. The way she can take a joke too far, like a bull in a China shop, although she’s a little less like that with Wumuti. But she doesn’t barrel forward now. If anything, she looks a little… shy.

“Yeah,” Rui says. “What about it?”

It’s somehow just honest enough, a little too intimate, that it almost sobers the room a little. The air feels funny and it takes a little while to clear.

To deal with the way it feels so uncomfortable, Haru reaches out and grabs the bottle of tequila and pours a little more of it into his mouth.

“Okay. I guess it’s my turn,” Rui says, taking the bottle from Haru after he’s done with it and putting it out of reach. “Naughty fox,” she says, tapping him on the nose. “Don’t make yourself sick.”

“Mm, okay, noona,” he agrees haphazardly.

Rui turns her phone around and spins it a little on her finger. “Alright, I pick truth.”

“Boo!” Haru and Wumuti both boo loudly.

“After all of that?” Wumuti demands. “Come on.”

Even little Haru isn’t on her side. “Come on, that’s not fun. Even you said—”

“See? So it isn’t fun, you admit it. Fine, alright, I’ll pick dare, but only if you all kiss me on the cheek and admit you’re spoilsports.”

Haru and Wumuti both grumble, but it’s performative grumbling. Rui doesn’t care—she’s really just angling for the cheek kisses anyway. She gets them and beams, and then accepts their admission of guilt like the terrible sport she is.

Wumuti mutters something rude under her breath in Mandarin, and Rui just blows her another kiss.

She hadn’t forgotten that Hyun was there. He’s been quiet the whole time, so much quieter than the rest of them that Rui had almost thought he’d fallen asleep, but he hadn’t. She never forgets that Hyun is there, even when he thinks she has.

He does startle her a little, though, when he darts forward all of a sudden, surprising her enough that she’s caught off-guard. He sways forward with laggy, drunk precision and presses a dry, clumsy kiss to her cheek.

“You don’t have to,” Rui says all of a sudden, surprising him. Surprising herself. “Admit that you’re no fun, I mean. You’re okay.”

“Are you sure?” Hyun frowns. “But I picked truth, too. I’m also no fun.”

She’s swaying a little, a pinched frown caught between her brows. “It’s because you think I’m always no fun, that you don’t even expect me to be any fun.”

Even when Hyun is drunk and upset, she still speaks so elegantly. Her cheeks have a dusting of blush high on their apples, and how unfair, Rui thinks, that Hyun can look so beautiful and composed when he’s drunk. Aside from the spot of color on his cheeks, he doesn’t look red at all.

“No,” Rui says, shaking her head. “Actually I think you’re plenty of fun all the time. You get a pass.”

Everyone can see Hyun’s face going through a series of expressions as he figures out how to feel about this.

“Fun to tease,” he finally says slowly, with a bit of a pout.

Oh, she’s sweet like candy. Bad for Rui’s teeth.

“Exactly,” Rui says, brushing a smacking kiss to Hyun’s cheek and returning the kiss she’d stolen.

Rui scrolls to her dare and then makes a face. No fair!

She has to let everyone else in the room dress her up, which they do in the most horrible fashion. She winds up wearing a baby blue tee that’s stretched tight over her chest, a white lacy miniskirt pulled out of their costume luggage, and the ugliest pajama pants that Rui has ever seen, bright with loud, clashing colors, courtesy of Haru.

And they’re too short on Rui’s legs.

“You all got sexy and fun questions,” Rui whines. “I have to dress up and look stupid.”

“No, no, you were totally right,” says Wumuti, snickering as she takes a photo of Rui, who squawks in protest. “Truth is more boring. This is definitely more fun.”

Rui makes a face and steps out of the white skirt as soon as they’ll let her, although no one will give her her pants back.

“Maybe only the truth questions are sexy and all the dares are normal,” says Haru.

“Lame,” Rui grumbles.

“I still think you’re the prettiest, even when you’re dressed up like that,” Hyun says earnestly to a chorus of ooh’s from Haru and Wumuti.

“You’d better watch out, Hyun, or Rui’s going to make good on her promise to besmirch your honor later,” Wumuti jokes.

Hyun looks bashful for a moment, and then committed as he says, “She can,” with all the bravery and dignity of a man sent to walk the plank.

With one round of the game under their belts, they’ve all got the spirit now, and no one even thinks of picking truth anymore.

“Dare,” Haru says when it’s his turn next, licking his lips.

“Okay,” Rui says.

She scrolls down to the next question and then says, “Uh. Actually, we can skip this one.”

“No way,” says Wumuti. “We’ve been playing your crazy game all night. You’re not going to start skipping questions now. What is it?”

Hyun plucks the phone from Rui’s hand and goes, “Oh,” quietly. Then he looks at Haru and reads, “Give the person across from you a blowjob for 5 minutes.”

Rui is right across from Haru on the opposite bed. After hearing the question, Haru’s eyes are wide, and Rui looks flushed.

Haru takes a deep breath and crosses the short chasm between them. He sinks to his knees at the side of the bed and looks up at Rui. “Unnie, can I?”

It’s hard to tell what Rui is thinking by the expression on his face. There’s a bright blush on his cheeks, and his bottom lip is tucked between his teeth, and his eyes don’t move from Haru’s face.

He nods with a short, sharp motion.

Haru lets out a breath the didn’t know he was holding. The whole room is devastatingly quiet as he leans forward just enough to reach for the fastenings of Rui’s pants. He quickly looks up to make sure what he’s doing is okay.

Rui doesn’t say anything, but he isn’t stopping Haru. He just looks down at Haru, watching with wide eyes as their maknae unbuttons Rui’s pants and pulls down their zipper with a confidence he doesn’t feel. The silence in the room is starting to make Haru nervous.

Rui’s underwear are a pair of grey boxer briefs that cling to her slim hips like a second skin. They leave nothing to the imagination. She’s unmistakably hard, the shape of her cock a visible impression beneath her briefs, slim and long and curved over her left thigh.

A pang of longing tinged with apprehension hits him so strongly. He’s so turned on he aches, and he very badly wants to get his mouth on Rui now, looking at her like this.

He blows out a breath to steel himself and then mutters something to himself in Japanese. And then he’s reaching into Rui’s underwear to grab her hard cock and take it out.

Rui hisses when Haru’s fingers wrap around her, her legs jerking a little at the sudden contact with warm, soft skin.

“Sorry,” Haru croaks.

“It’s fine,” Rui says, smoothing her hand over his hair. “Good boy, good boy.”

Haru isn’t expecting his reaction to those words any more than Rui is. He whines softly as they hit him, lust like a lightning bolt that’s twisting his insides, and Rui’s gaze sharpens a bit as she considers.

“Okay,” Wumuti says, and her voice is like a bucket of water doused over Haru’s head, dragging him back to the present and the fact that there are other people in the room. This is still part of the game. “I’ve got the timer set for five minutes. I’ll—start it when you do.”

The nerves are back, and there’s nothing to do for it but lean forward. Haru sticks his tongue out and gives Rui a tentative lick, licking from the base of her crown to her tip. She’s wet and a little bit salty there, and she makes a strangled noise and her hips kick forward, bucking her cock in a smeared line against Haru’s cheek, before she gets control of herself enough to still them.

When Haru looks up at her, she has her hand pressed to her mouth as she looks down at Haru.

Only five minutes, right?

The look on Rui’s face is all Haru needs as encouragement to open his mouth and swallow her all the way down.

Rui sucks in a sharp breath and moans, “Oh, Haru,” in a voice that’s lower than the one he hears daily.

Haru closes his eyes and breathes through his nose as he fights through his gag reflex.

“Holy fuck,” Hyun says quietly off to the side, but Haru barely notices it. He gets completely lost in the smell and feel and taste of Rui, thick and hard in his mouth.

Rui has the perfect cock to choke on. She’s uncut, and her foreskin slides easily when Haru gets his hand around the part of her length that can’t fit into his mouth. She’s also long enough to gag him but not so thick that it’s overwhelming. He pushes himself to take her down as far as he can go, gagging himself on it, feeling the tip of her cock push into the gummy part at the back of his throat, before pulling off and pushing his head back down again.

Rui makes the most delicious sound when Haru starts fucking his face on her cock in earnest. She moans, her legs spasming a little around Haru when he sinks his head down again.

She tries not to move her hips, at least at first, but she quickly gives up the effort and gives in. Tentatively at first, rocking her hips into Haru’s mouth. His mouth is so wet. He’s so sloppy, messy baby fitting not all of her cock but very close into his mouth. He closes his eyes and looks utterly lost in it.

Watching from the other bed, Wumuti looks completely composed, except for the thick blush on her face, crawling over the bridge of her nose and spreading out to her temples. She looks so undeniably turned on with one plump lip tucked between her teeth, and she presses her hand against her cock once, just for a little relief.

Hyun, on the other hand, looks totally gone, staring at Rui with an expression no one in the room has ever seen on his face before, looking between Rui and Haru like he doesn’t know where to look.

Rui gets her hands in Haru’s hair, and the grip on his hair makes him moan loudly, causing Rui’s cock to slide even deeper into his throat. He moans even louder when Rui twists her fingers in it and pulls.

She isn’t exactly quiet, either.

“Fuck,” she groans. “Holy shit. Haru, you’re so—”

He’s sucking enthusiastically, and Rui is about to cum. She doesn’t usually cum so quick, but Haru is deepthroating her like there’s nowhere else he’d rather be, and being watched… is really doing something for Rui.

She’s so close, just needs a little bit more…

Distantly, the alarm on Wumuti’s phone starts beeping.

“Time,” Wumuti calls, her mouth dry and voice hoarse. “Time, that’s five minutes. Haru, stop.”

With a tiny, drowsy whimper, Haru pulls himself off of Rui’s cock. His lips are flushed and wet, his chin shiny, and he looks dazed.

“Nooo,” Rui gasps, clenching her fingers in the bedspread, the orgasm that had been so close curdling. “Fuck, I need to cum.”

She jerks her hips up against the air one time, involuntarily, and it’s such a lewd sight. Hyun moans gently at the picture Rui makes, her cock jutting up from her hips a dark and angry red, super hard. He wants to put his mouth on her so badly.

“Muti-hyung, please,” Haru babbles, pawing at her leg lightly. “That’s not fair. Let me finish.” His voice wavers on a whine.

Wumuti wavers, too, with indecision. It’s so hard to deny Haru anything, especially when he’s looking up at her like that. As if possessed, she reaches out and touches his mouth where his lips are swollen. Reflexively, he sucks her thumb between his teeth and starts sucking on it, using her as a substitute for Rui’s cock that’s been taken away from him.

It affects her so much she pushes her thumb further into his mouth, past the base of his tongue, far enough back to make him gag. And he does gag on it, but he doesn’t pull away. He just lets her shove her fingers in his mouth as far back as she wants.

Hyun clears his throat, and it startles Wumuti into looking up, guiltily caught red-handed with her fingers in the cookie jar. “If we’re going to keep playing… probably there should be no touching outside of dares? It only seems fair.”

Wumuti blows out a breath, catching the slightly sharp argument that wants to come out. It is only fair. Nevermind that she wants…

Reluctantly, she pulls her thumb out of Haru’s mouth, to the sound of his whimpering whine. “Sorry, baby,” she murmurs apologetically, not sure exactly what it is she’s apologizing for. “Later, we’ll… we can talk later. If you want to.”

His eyes are still a little hazy, but that brightens him enough that he shuffles off to sit a short distance from her, within arm’s reach on the floor with his back to the bed. He grumbles lightly, his shorts obviously tented between his tented knees. Wumuti has to drag his eyes away from that spot before she does something she’ll regret.

She looks up at Hyun. “Okay, Hyun’s turn next.”

“Hurry up before I die,” Rui says, folded back over the bed with her feet still on the ground. One arm is draped over her eyes.

Rui doesn’t look like she’s going to be getting back to her MC duties any time soon, so Haru asks for her. “Hyunnie-hyung, truth or dare?”

“Dare,” he says, giving Rui a look that makes her heart beat faster.

Haru grabs Rui’s phone, then scrolls down to find the next dare.

“It says—oh. It says you have to sit on the lap of the person next to you for a whole round—so I guess… I guess until it’s your turn again?”

Hyun looks at Rui.

“Is it okay, jagi?”

He calls Rui that all the time. It’s friendly. Hyun is friendly, and charming, literally all the time. It shouldn’t be that big of a deal. But it is because Rui can tell that Hyun really means it.

“Of course. It’s just the rules, right?” Rui says, more casually than she feels.

There’s nothing to be done about it—Rui is still hard from having Haru’s mouth on her. Hyun blushes even more as he delicately tries to fit himself on Rui’s lap. It’s not only—the obvious. He’s also much bigger than Rui is, and he’s afraid that he’ll crush Rui or inconvenience them.

Rui blows out a shaky breath.

With Hyun perched on Rui’s knees like that, as far back as he can get, almost like he’s afraid that Rui will bite him—it’s a little ridiculous.

“I’m not going to bite you,” Rui grumbles. “Come here, you’re going to fall down.”

Rui loops one strong arm around Hyun’s waist and hauls him closer like he doesn’t weigh anything, and Hyun isn’t especially used to being treated like this—like the delicate one. Whether Rui meant for it to or not, she pulls hard enough that it puts Hyun directly in contact with Rui’s hard cock through the borrowed pants she’s wearing.

Hyun might have been able to not—react, but the sound that Rui makes is devastating.

It’s not like Rui hasn’t gotten an inopportune boner in public before—she was a teenage boy once, too, but usually she hasn’t just had one of her member’s mouth on her dick just prior. Although she’d calmed down enough to feel less like she was about to immanently explode from blue balls, the feeling of something touching her dick again—especially when that something is Hyun’s firm and toned ass—is too much to be expected to bear quietly.

Muti and Haru are talking, and Rui knows it’s Muti’s turn again. And she also knows that she shouldn’t take advantage and shouldn’t touch Hyun in this position, but it’s really just too much to bear. She can’t help it. She groans and reflexively grabs him by the hips, thrusting her cock against him.

The moan that stutters out of Hyun’s mouth is like music.

“Rui-hyung,” he gasps, and there’s an awful second where Rui can’t tell if he’s turned on or upset and she’s not really sure she cares, but then Hyun grinds back against her.

He makes the most helpless sounds as he does it, and Rui is sure at this point she’s going to keep rutting against him until she cums in front of everyone.

She doesn’t think Wumuti could stop her if she tried, and Rui’s having a hard time caring if that’s a bad thing.

The room has narrowed down to Hyun being the only one in it, and all the tequila she’d drank earlier is making itself known, pounding in her blood.

“Does it feel good, Hyunnie?” she croons to him, reaching around to rub at his front, delighted when she feels that his cock is just as hard as hers is.

She bites softly at his shoulder and wriggles the hand that isn’t currently feeling up Hyun’s cock up under his shirt to find and play with one small, soft nipple.

As soon as she touches his chest, Hyun makes a sharp sound and jerks back against her, his long spine arching dramatically.

“Hnng—hyung—!”

“That’s it, baobei. I want you to feel good. Will you feel good for me? I want to make you cum, Hyunnie.”

This feels like a dream Hyun might have had. Sometimes he has dreams about Rui that are hard to quantify as good or bad. They feel like nightmares and wake him up feeling unsettled and a little sick, but he always wants to go back to them right away as soon as he opens his eyes.

Rui touching him in front of Wumuti-hyung and Haru feels like that.

“Rui, not so—not so fast,” Hyun manages to gasp out, but not much more than that.

It’s overwhelming like Rui herself. It feels like Rui is kissing and touching him everywhere. Somehow she’d gotten her legs hooked around his, and she’s using the leverage to spread his legs open, and he feels even more exposed.

He’s seen hyung’s cock, but he’s never seen it hard, and it feels bigger than he’d imagined as Rui drags her cock between the clothed splay of his ass. Her long, spindly fingers wrapping around his cock make him jerk and cry out, and he cums to the feeling of her teeth embedded in the bare skin of his shoulder, comes down to the wet feeling of her soothing the place where she’d bit with her lips and tongue.

It helps that no one had really been watching them, in the end.

Haru had been watching with an open mouth and barely concealed greed for a while, but then Wumuti had muttered, “Oh thank god,” and had dragged him in for a wet and messy kiss. They were distracted over on the other bed, Haru pinned under Wumuti while she did something that made him writhe and whimper against her.

Rui cums with a wet, choked sob while Hyun watches his other two members get each other off in a hazy daze. She tightens her arms around his middle and buries her face in the shirt on his back, squeezing like she’s not willing to let him go.

Hyun lets Rui backhug him like a teddy bear for a while, but eventually it becomes uncomfortable enough that he starts squirming.

This only makes Rui’s arms tighten further, like a boa constrictor squeezing her prey, and she makes a small and unhappy noise behind him when Hyun won’t stop his efforts to get up.

Hyun is stronger than Rui is and could break free if he really wanted to, but he stops squirming instead.

“Jagi,” he says quietly. “I’m sticky, please let me up?”

“No,” Rui mutters petulantly into the shirt covering Hyun’s back.

Even though he’d already cum and wasn’t going to be going again any time soon—tonight had already been just about as much strangeness as he could handle—the feeling of Rui’s warm breath hitting his skin through the fabric still gives him goosebumps.

It feels damp and soft, like a small, frightened animal’s breath.

Rui squeezes him and says petulantly, “You’re not allowed to go. Not allowed to leave me.”

The world has become very simple in the last few minutes, folding down into its base elements, and one of them is that Hyun ought to be in her arms.

Rui feels, just a little bit, miserable. Her dick hurts and her heart aches, and her head is starting to tell her what kind of headache she’s in for tomorrow. If Hyun is never going to talk to her again because she got drunk and couldn’t control herself, if she’s going to get kicked out of the group because she’s a horrible monster, then she at least wants to hug Hyun for a little while longer first.

It’s the least anyone could ask, and she doesn’t want to live in a world that’s so cruel that she can’t hug Hyun for more than a few seconds before saying goodbye to him forever.

Hyun feels a lot more clear-headed after having done… that. He hadn’t had all that much to drink anyway, and he might be the most sober in the room right now.

It occurs to him belatedly from the way that Rui is acting that Rui might not be.

He feels a wave of infinite tenderness softening his heart.

“Who said anything about leaving?” Hyun murmurs quietly, trying to cajole her. It’s harder to hug her when she won’t let him turn around, but he tries to do that, too. “Jagi, I just don’t want to watch Haru and Wumuti anymore…”

The two in question are too far gone into their own world to look up at the mention of their names.

The statement drags a loud and unladylike snort out of Rui. She’s still reluctant to let Hyun go and isn’t totally sure that he isn’t going to bolt, never to be seen again, the moment she does, but she takes a leap of faith and does it all the same.

She’s sniffling when Hyun delicately removes himself from her lap and sits to the side of her, and her hands fly to her face to try to mitigate the damage, wiping at the tears that had somehow managed to collect there.

“Don’t look at me, I look gross,” she says through a stuffy nose, trying to wipe away the evidence of these awful, weepy feelings.

“Uh-uh. Why are you telling lies? My Rui always looks beautiful.”

He looks at her with a sunny smile, his face soft and earnest and so kind. The kindest person that Rui has ever met in her life.

How dangerous. How silly to waste all that kindness on her.

It startles another small, wet laugh out of her. She’s aware she’s being handled but only by the people who care for her the most. There isn’t anybody on this earth she’d trust more to handle her.