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“Never let me drink again.”
A bottle of pain meds slides across the kitchen counter, Yeonjun giving you a self satisfied smirk at the look on your face. You unscrew the cap and take three pills, knocking them back like shots, and you wince at the pain that shoots through your head.
Beomgyu and Kai look just as rough, Taehyun on the fairer side, and the two eldest look like it’s a normal Saturday morning. Only you feel like complete shit and would rather die in a hole than deal with this horrible ass hangover.
A cup of coffee and crackers follows the pain pills, Soobin pressing a kiss to the crown of your head as he walks back to the stove. “I’ll get Yeonjun to go buy some hangover drinks later today, to help you three.”
You, Gyu, and Kai glance at each other, as if to say it’s the other person’s fault that you all feel like complete shit.
Kai’s phone rings, and Gyu groans at the sound. “Turn it offffff!”
The youngest throws him a glare, before swiping to answer. He heads to the living room to take the call, and you only get his greeting before he’s out of ear shot.
Gyu flops his head onto your shoulder, looking a bit worse for wear, and you can’t help but agree with his silent words – never doing this again.
You take a sip of your coffee, hoping to god it helps, when Yeonjun sets down two bowls of gyeran bap before you and the middle member. The smell makes you a bit sick, but you choke the food down anyways. You know a full stomach will make you feel better, and crackers won’t completely cut it.
“What even happened last night?” you ask, grimacing as another wave of the scent reaches your nose.
“What do you remember?” Yeonjun teases.
“Not much,” you admit, “the last thing was… talking about work?”
Taehyun whistles, the sound shrill and loud. You throw a cracker at him to stop the noise that’s making your head split. “That was early in the night. Good to know we should never let you go clubbing alone.”
“I don’t get drunk when I club,” you grouch, “it’s a good thing I felt comfortable enough to get that drunk with you guys.”
The boys exchange looks of approval and pride (except Beomgyu, he’s totally out of it with his headache). The eldest member swipes the car keys off the side table next to the door and pockets them in his shorts. He pushes his hair back out of his face before taking a look at the three of you still gathered at the table.
There’s a small smile that lingers on the edge of his lips, as if he’s looking at a piece of himself that he seemed to have been missing. You stifle a yawn behind your hand, noting how his eyes meet yours. Love and affection dances in those dark orbs, your own tired expression mirroring the one he’s giving to you.
After a long moment, Kai reenters the room. His dark hair is still messy from sleep and he blinks blearily, as if the conversation took more effort than he wanted, or needed. Before he can sit down, the leader of the group is already opening his mouth to ask what you all want to know.
“Who was that?” Soobin questions, filling another bowl with gyeran bap.
“My sister,” he says, “and she unfortunately has insisted on visiting today.”
“Which one?” Yeonjun prompts.
“Bahiyyih.”
You stir your bowl, then pause. “Does she know about me?” All the boys turn to you, blinking. Then, all at once, they’re grabbing you.
“Who’s going to take her out?”
“Can’t be Kai, he has to stay.”
“I’ll do it!”
“You already got a date with her!”
“Okay, and?”
“What about me then?”
“No, you take her to the gym!”
“Well you slept with her already!”
“How does that count for anything?”
You’re jostled between the five of them, each one shouting loudly in your ear. Frowning, you start to speak. “Guys, can we please talk normally?”
They don’t hear you, still shouting about who gets you, pulling you each and every direction. Your head spins, stomach flipping, and you’re suddenly breaking apart from them to head to the bathroom. You barely make it before you’re spilling your breakfast into the toilet, your sounds filling the apartment.
In the distance, you can hear them all yelling at each other, placing blame on the person next to them for making you sick.
Moments later, gentle hands run across your back, then pull your hair out of your face. You continue to hurl, your migraine pounding at the front of your head, and you heave heavily when the puke stops.
Sweat beads on your forehead and a cool, wet cloth runs down your bare neck, helping your temperature lower.
“No one is taking her out today,” Taehyun mutters, and you turn your head to find the other boys standing, concerned, in the doorway of the bathroom.
Yeonjun pats Kai’s shoulder, instructing him to let Bahiyyih know that she won’t be able to make it today. The maknae disappears to do just that, and Taehyun helps you up when you feel like you can stand.
They station you on the couch, Soobin fetching ice chips for you, and Yeonjun drapes a blanket over your body as you miserably open your eyes.
“This shit sucks,” you mutter.
“We shouldn’t have grabbed you like we did,” Taehyun says, pressing that damp cloth to your sweaty forehead. Gyu sits on the floor, petting your hair out of your face, taking care of you, despite his own hangover.
“It’s okay,” you give him a half smile, “you guys were just excited.”
Yeonjun drifts over to the open drapes to pull them shut, dark enveloping the room. The pounding in your head lifts a little when the light is gone, and you snuggle deeper into the cushions of the couch. Soobin returns with a small plastic cup, ground up ice cubes sitting inside.
You stare down into the cup and the thought of putting anything else in your body makes you even sicker.
“Maybe I’ll wait on those. After a nap.” Soobin nods, taking them back into the kitchen, and Kai takes his spot. “I’m sorry I messed your sister up.”
He waves it off, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “No need. Just focus on resting.”
You nod and close your eyes, trying to ease the throb that has taken over your entire being. It’s like with every beat of your heart, there’s a new, sharp pain to pound through your head.
Soft murmuring fills the room, and you let their whispers lull you to sleep.
***
Four hours later, there’s knocking at the door.
It stirs you from your sleep, your migraine now a dull thump at the back of your mind. You still can’t run a marathon, but you feel a hell of a lot better, and you slowly sit upwards.
No one is in the dark room, and you brush hair from your eyes as you throw your blanket off you. Another knock hits the apartment door, and you squint as you head into the kitchen to open it up.
When you do, you nearly slam it back all together.
A young girl stands before you, her light blond hair long and loosely curled. She’s wearing a worn out baseball cap, with sparkly stud earrings, a golden chain necklace that sits above her collar bones, and a matching gray sweatsuit.
She perks up, smiles, then lets it fall.
“Um… hi?”
You swallow. Usually it wouldn’t be so bad.
Except she looks just like Kai.
You refrain from rubbing a hand down your face because, this is, quite literally, the worst case scenario. Kai did say that she wouldn’t be coming over, but since you were napping, maybe he thought about going out with her later.
He doesn’t talk much about her, not since you moved in, but you assumed that they had a good sibling relationship. You suppose that’s why she’s here now, especially since their schedules probably don’t align very much.
And, after what happened a few days ago with you, maybe he needed this time away to recharge. You just wish that they had heard her knock instead of you.
Your head throbs as panic courses through you, and before you know it, you’re leaning against the door to keep from passing out. Bahiyyih grabs your arm to steady you, slipping her phone back into her pocket.
“Are you okay? You don’t look well.”
Her voice is sweet and soft, those beautiful, wide, dark eyes watching you with concern. You nod, but don’t shake her off, since her grip on you is keeping you from slipping further into passing out.
“Yeah I’m…” you laugh, “raging hangover.”
She blinks slowly, then laughs with the cutest snort, her pretty mouth spreading into an even prettier smile. Goddamn you to hell, they’re both so beautiful. Bahiyyih helps you inside, getting you back down on the couch.
“Ice chips,” you rasp quietly, “in the freezer.”
She’s quick to return, then takes a spot up on the cushions next to you. You both sit in silence as you let a few melt in your mouth, and you notice how nonchalant she seems.
Bahiyyih taps away on her phone, replying to who you assume are her members, since the name Hikaru flashes on her screen. When she’s finished responding, she turns to you, and cocks her head to the side.
“So… not to be nosy or anything, but who are you?”
You sigh, and run a hand gently through your hair. “Y/n. It’s nice to meet you.”
She smiles that pretty smile and takes your hand in hers, shaking it. “Nice to meet you. I’m Huening Bahiyyih.”
“I can tell,” you joke, “you look just like Kai.”
She rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “We look nothing alike.”
A grin crosses your features at that, knowing damn well that’s a lie. You shift closer to her, liking her calming and playful presence. She reminds you of a mix between Kai and Gyu, which you find to be very settling.
“This might be forward,” she starts, lowering her eyes before meeting yours again, “but are you just a friend of theirs or…?”
You swallow, trying to find a way around the question. But you know that, in reality, there isn’t one. You assumed that Kai would always let her know, that they would all let their families know. But you guess the more people know, the higher the risk that someone will slip.
A part of you recoils at the thought of being their dirty little secret. The other understands and will try to continue throughout the course of your relationship with them. Still, the idea that she’s finding out about you like this, doesn’t leave the greatest feeling in your gut.
“Well, it’s um,” you shift uncomfortably.
How do you tell her that you’re… well, with them all?
She waits, watching you with those dark eyes, and your face starts to burn. You feel like this isn’t really a conversation to have with her without the others, and having their consent too.
“A friend,” you lie, smiling your most genuine smile you can. “A couple of us were over last night and I drank too much. Got sick last night and this morning”
Bahiyyih seems to take the lie as truth, and she takes your hand in hers. “I’m so sorry about that. Have they been taking good care of you?”
Then, she looks around the room before lowering her voice. “Are you comfortable, or do you need me to take you home?”
You blink, then laugh. The idea of you not being comfortable with them is laughable. “No, nothing like that. They’ve been very kind while I’ve overstayed my welcome.”
She nods, then pats your hand, those dark, sparkling eyes shining like little stars. “Good, I’m glad. They’re all gentlemen, of course, and I would never expect them to do anything like that. But it’s good to know they’re always staying that way.”
Turning to the table, she hands the cup with the ice chips back to you, then stands. “Have you eaten? Maybe some crackers, that’ll be good on your stomach.” She turns before you can answer, disappearing around the corner.
You can tell that all the Huening siblings are like this – unbelievably kind. You’ve heard rumors about how disregarded Bahiyyih is, how Korean fans ignored her during their first few years of debut. You’re not sure if things have gotten better, but seeing how she interacts with a complete stranger like you, you almost curse anyone who’s ever been malice enough to hurt her.
Sticking an ice chip in your mouth, you stand and round the corner to find her still shuffling through the cabinets. Then footsteps are coming down the stairs, and you go back into the living room to greet whoever has made their way down.
Soobin smiles when he sees you up and about. His large hands grab your hips and pull you to him, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. You rear back and put a finger to his lips.
“Bahiyyih is in the kitchen.”
The leader perks up and looks towards the illuminated doorway, his eyes watching as his brain picks up what you’ve just whispered to him. “What did you tell her?”
“I’m a friend who got too drunk to go home. You five are looking after me until I get well enough to leave.”
He nods, then reluctantly lets go of your waist. Soobin leads you back to the couch before quickly giving you a forehead kiss, then heads to speak to Kai’s younger sister.
It’s quiet, then there’s a screech, followed by skin on skin. “Soobin! Don’t scare me like that!”
You chuckle, already knowing she slapped his arm for sneaking up on her. Kai appears, followed by Taehyun, and they lift an eyebrow at you sitting alone on the couch.
“Who yelled?” Kai questions.
“Your sister.”
His head whips to the kitchen, then he’s taking a few long strides to reach it, before he starts scolding Bahiyyih.
“I told you to wait until tomorrow!”
“Well, Hikaru wants to go shopping, and then I have recordings to do!”
“You said it was feasible!”
“It was, until I decided it wasn’t!”
You can picture her playful smile as she says that, and chuckle at the image. Taehyun sinks down next to you, cupping the side of your face with his palm. “You look better.”
“I feel a bit better. Still like a sack of shit, but not like I want to die.”
He smiles slightly, thumb rubbing the skin of your cheek. His eyes watch your face, and you know you shouldn’t be so open with affection, but you lean into the warmth of his touch.
Your eyes droop, a soft smile gracing your features, and Taehyun leans forward to press his forehead to yours. The others in the kitchen seem to fade into the background as you sit there with him, taking your time to soak in this moment.
The past two weeks have been hard. Between all six of you working your asses off and the all consuming thoughts that have plagued you, you feel exhausted.
Exhausted and disconnected from them.
So to be able to slow down, and take this moment with him, to have his warmth against you, his presence to settle your restless soul… it’s a gift you will never take for granted.
Slowly, the world comes back into play, and footsteps head in your direction. Taehyun slides away from you, giving you an apologetic smile, and Bahiyyih follows Soobin and Kai into the living room.
She sets the packet of crackers on the table, encouraging you to eat some, and greets Taehyun with a warm expression.
The next few hours are spent like that, Yeonjun and Gyu eventually joining. The seven of you sit around, you drifting in and out of sleep on one side of the couch, the others laughing and talking quietly when you’re no longer awake. By the time seven rolls around, Bahiyyih offers you a lift home, and you shake your head in polite declination.
“Soobin told me he’d get someone to take me and I’d hate to hurt his feelings.”
She nods, putting her phone back into her pocket after calling hers. “It was so nice to meet you, y/n. If you ever want to hang out, just let me know.”
You smile, appreciating the sentiment. “Thank you, Hiyyih. And thank you for taking care of me in this pitiful state.”
Bahiyyih shakes her head, taking your hand in hers. “It’s never an issue. If you ever need anything, just call.”
Before she leaves, you ensure to exchange numbers with her. Bahiyyih pulls you into an easy hug, then heads out, the door shutting gently behind her. Sighing, you turn back to the living room, five men standing in the small frame. You smile, then walk to them, allowing all five to encase you in a hug of love and warmth.
Their scents wrap around you, and you couldn’t be happier to call this place home.
“I don’t think this is the smartest idea,” you say, lips attaching to your neck, “we could get caught,”
“Yeah,” Gyu breathes, hands already up and under the fabric of your shirt and bra. “Need you, though.”
You sigh at that, body tingling with desire. His palms grasp your chest in full, the warmth on your already hard nipples making you moan with need. Logically, it’s stupid to be doing this at work. Especially in the locked break room.
It’s been a few days since Bahiyyih came to the apartment, and things have, once again, fallen back into their natural routine. The only difference is you don’t get to see each other too much, and the new schedule they're adapting to is proving harder for you to mesh with.
Between your decreasing time for gym dates with Taehyun, Yeonjun and Soobin rarely being home, and your overall lack of time to see all five of them, you’ve been left to struggle on your own.
The good news is work keeps you busy enough, providing a good distraction for your longing heart. But that also means more time to yourself to think things through. And you’ve decided that once things calm down, you’d like to talk to them about what’s been eating away at you for the past few weeks.
The lips still moving on your neck bring you back to the present, and you bite your lip to suppress a moan.
“I need you too,” you mutter, core throbbing harder than he could imagine. “Still…”
The rebuttal trails off as you realize you can’t really reason with him, not when the thought of you two being seen makes you grow wetter by the second. Gyu slides one hand out of your shirt, using it to hitch your leg over his hip. Your core presses into his erection and you grind into it, gasping at the pressure on your clit.
“You can’t fuck me here,” you pant, even as your own hands scramble to take his shirt off his body. “There’s cameras.”
“Fuck the cameras,” he mutters, pulling away enough to allow you to lift his shirt over and off his body. “I can pay someone later to delete it.”
A laugh bubbles through you and you allow the moment to take away the intense atmosphere. When he goes back in for another heated kiss, you put your hand on his bare chest. “Alright. Then, I don’t want the first time you properly fuck me to be a quick cum and dump.”
Beomgyu chuckles before approaching you, watching like a predator stalking its prey. Your feet move automatically, backing up until your body is flush with the wall, eyes pinned on him as an intense look overtakes his features. He leans in, running his nose up the side of your neck, breath hot against your ear.
“Nothing about what I want to do to you would be quick, darling.”
Beomgyu smirks, sinking below you to his knees. You raise an incredulous brow, despite the amusement dancing in your eyes. Without much thought, you allow him to tug your pants down, just far enough to reach where you want him most.
With one more devilish smile, he shifts your panties to the side, and starts demonstrating just how bad he wants you.