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She's not the most observant in the group but Hosook still watches. She knows herself well enough to admit that it's just as much fascination as it is affection and the awareness that comes with having spent years upon years together. She watches Namsoon and she watches Yoonji. Watches their excruciating dance.Four years past debut, Namsoon comes out to just the six of them. There's a small adjustment period, of course, but there's so many kinds of love and frankly Namsoon inspires many of them. The change is gradual, the tenseness flowing from her shoulders, the growing comfort around the other girls in their home, asking if they could pile together on the sofa for a while—she blushed the prettiest rose gold when she first asked. Hosook sees the little things like Namsoon passing Taehyeon the peanut butter without looking up from the radishes she's washing before Tae even asks, like holding Seojin tight until the stress drains from the older girl, like the way her touch lingers soft on Yoonji.And on Hosook.Seven years in one another's pockets means they know each other almost as well as themselves, but somewhere Hosook thinks she missed a few details. She knows Namsoon to be bold, flirtatious under the fierce persona she has to adopt onstage. She also has learned that it's very different when Namsoon is directing it at her.Now, onstage, watching Namsoon's back ripple under the skintight top she was poured into, Hosook can only hope to power through the rest of the concert. Glancing at the tall rapper, catching the sultry blink aimed at her out of the camera's view. Seeing the playful way Namsoon grabs Yoonji's hand, fingers searing on the older girl's knuckles. Namsoon roars her usual fire during one of the rap sets and rolls her hips, Yoonji jerking beside Hosook in muted shock. Fluidly, Namsoon pivots and snares both Hosook and Yoonji with a molten glance and her tongue, caught between her teeth.After the encore, Hosook has one thought, one need burning its way out of her belly. Jimin is the first she finds after blackout and she's exhausted, shiny with sweat, but still smirks at Hosook when she dumps her mic set in Jimin's hands. Yoonji’s in the corridor outside, handing off her gear to Jungsoon."Unnie's already gone," Jungsoon says, jerking her head toward their assigned dressing room. Drops a tired, amused kiss on Yoonji's burgundy hair. "We'll give you a few to clear her out."Hosook squeezes her shoulder and sets off, Yoonji at her heels. She'd already pulled off her platforms and carries them as she keeps pace with Hosook. Namsoon is talking to a staff as they untape the mic cord that runs up her side, around her neck—she doesn't like things on her back. She peers around the staff's bent head and her heavy eyes narrow, full lips curving into a teasing bow. Her makeup isn't removed yet and she towers in her boots, sweat glistening on her shoulders, down her bare arms.The staff turns toward the pair and Hosook pulls her mask on, smiles her sunshine smile, assures them her mic set is already sorted. Yoonji throws her platforms onto one of the chairs, grabs Namsoon's hand, and announces, "Gotta pee."There's multiple dressing rooms under the venue and Hosook had scouted one earlier with the thought of fooling around with Jinnie but the older girl wasn't feeling like it tonight, and. Well, Namsoon has been setting Hosook's goddamn vagina on fire for the last three hours. Yoonji appears to be similarly affected, judging by how she's already shoved Namsoon onto the long sofa when Hosook turns away from locking the door."Boots, off," she orders flatly. Hosook's skin prickles, feels too tight, looking at the tiny girl with arms crossed and Namsoon below obeying her command.Hosook sits by Namsoon's shoulders, running a hand through short, crispy hair as Namsoon holds her leg up in the air, slowly pulling the zipper down. "You've been so mean, Namsoon-ah," she hums. Namsoon chuckles, deep and throaty, and Yoonji's eyes narrow. Hosook's fingers tighten, pulls the ice blonde hair and pulls a hissing moan from Namsoon.She moves a little faster, boots and tight jeans that must be peeled off and damp t-shirt dumped unceremoniously on the floor. Lays down when Yoonji says so, squirming on her backside, cheeks flushed and lips parted with excited breaths."You've been a tease, Soon-ah," Yoonji murmurs as she lifts one of Namsoon's long legs, drapes it over her thin shoulder."Feeling yourself, and just for us?" Hosook kisses the crisp hair and flicks a bared nipple. Namsoon jerks and then hums, wriggling on the sofa. Like this, with them, she can't help but open up, show all of her rippling sides."A girl sometimes has needs." Her eyes are half-shut, studying them through long lashes, dimples appearing by the deepening smirk."Yah, were you simply using us for your own means?" Hosook flicks the other nipple harder as her nails drag light on Namsoon's scalp. "Unnie, this is hardly respectful to us."Yoonji's small dark eyes are aflame, yet her tone is calm. "Did you touch yourself? During the breaks did you imagine this?" Agile fingers, outstripped only by her tongue, disappear from Hosook's sight in the sprawling vee of Namsoon's thighs and she arches against Hosook, groan caught in her teeth. Yoonji doesn't falter. "Teasing for hours." She hums. "And we don't have the time to properly repay you.""We should wait until we're back at the hotel," agrees Hosook seriously. She nips Namsoon's ear and giggles over the yelp.Namsoon flails out, holding onto both of them. "No! No, I--" she cuts herself off, teeth digging into her lower lip while Hosook drags her nails up her sides. "I want it now, want you."Yoonji laughs, knocking Namsoon's leg off her shoulder. "Demanding, for someone who spent three hours trying to break us onstage."Breathless, Namsoon grins. "More fun that way.""Hah, you deserve revenge instead of a reward," cackles Hosook.Yoonji nods, a wicked tilt to her mouth. Between Namsoon's legs, Yoonji strips out of her clothing shamelessly, revealing moonlight skin that makes Hosook's fingers shiver with the desire to touch. Namsoon twitches forward, craning toward her, and Yoonji smacks her away.Hosook had hastily ditched her clothes at the same time—they might be tricky to relocate later—and she leans over Namsoon's head to hold down the tall girl's upper arms. She gasps when Namsoon, with a choked noise, nuzzles up and presses her teeth to the narrow strip between Hosook's breasts. She scrapes and sucks, paying enthusiastic attention to the small breasts framing her head. When she moves closer to Hosook's nipples, Yoonji slaps her thigh and she jerks under Hosook."What should you be doing with that mouth, Namsoon-ah?" Yoonji's taking off her rings, setting them on the worn carpet.She takes a second to respond, pulling her tongue back from Hosook's clavicles. "Kissing. I should be kissing you.""You haven't earned that yet." Yoonji's flushed bright pink, yet she doesn't waver. Her fingers dig into the spread thighs, gaze flicking up to Hosook.She arches up, ignoring the whine from Namsoon when she moves away, and cocks an eyebrow. "I know where it should go." Yoonji flushes darker and nods, not trying to hide the hunger in her regard, heavy on Namsoon and Hosook.Hosook slides around, knees digging into the sofa just above Namsoon's shoulders. Her hips hover over Namsoon's bust without quite touching her hot skin. Namsoon's hands fly up, insistent, trying to pull her into a kiss. Hosook laughs, shakes her head until her glossy black hair is dancing."This is vengeance, Soonie," she purrs, and slips two fingers into Namsoon's mouth when she starts to whine.Namsoon's eyes flutter shut almost instantly, applying herself to Hosook. Her grip digs into Hosook, the strength making her groan. She glances back to Yoonji, who has one hand on Namsoon's inner thigh and the other absently touching her own clit. She smiles at Yoonji, a little dopey and a little proud as Namsoon thrums beneath her.She's still looking at Yoonji when she pulls her fingers out, parts her folds, and settles over Namsoon's sighing mouth. Yoonji chokes quietly, eyes widening for a moment. Her fingers flex on Namsoon's thick thigh and Namsoon hums happily at the pressure, tongue delving eagerly into Hosook.Involuntarily Hosook's eyes close, sinking into the sensation. Namsoon inside her, round nose squished just above her clit, caressing Hosook from the small of her back to her ankles, hot and pleased and everywhere, cradling her within her roaming touch. Namsoon's teeth scrape gently on her labia and Hosook shouts, muffling the cry with her arm, and grinds on her eager mouth.Yoonji circles Namsoon's clit with her thumb, murmured praises dripping between her panting breaths. Namsoon's wet already, but Yoonji still sucks on her finger before sliding it down Namsoon's folds and then inside. She writhes, caught between Hosook and Yoonji, clenching hungrily around Yoonji.Hosook's breath comes in short laughs, fingers buried in Namsoon's hair while she rides her mouth. Yoonji reaches up, pulls Namsoon lower until she's working her own clit, whimpering when Yoonji adds a second finger and twists them within her. Hosook scrabbles, guides Namsoon to add fingers to her tongue. Namsoon croons into her thigh, kisses it sloppily before sucking on Hosook's clit, long fingers filling her until her head drops forward, shuddering over Namsoon.Namsoon's pace stutters when Yoonji inserts three fingers, thumb dragging along the labia as she starts to drive her fingers deeper. Her moan is lost in Hosook, who's panting harshly, head lolling heavy on her neck. Namsoon has always excelled at making Hosook feel so full she can't think beyond the heat and writhing pressure."Don't stop," says Yoonji, thumb finding Namsoon's clit. "Touch yourself, Soon-ah, wanna see you fill yourself, fuck yourself." Namsoon's eyes are glassy, and she obeys, reaches even lower to slide in beside Yoonji's fingers. Tears stand at the corners of her eyes and she hums blissfully when Hosook thumbs them away, leaning into the touch. Yoonji finds her rhythm again and Namsoon rocks up between Hosook's thighs, grinds down on herself and Yoonji."There you go, deeper, Soonie, right--" Hosook arches again, lost in the white-hot sensation, lost in Namsoon's incomparable touch.Yoonji is babbling, voice hitching as she works deeper, Namsoon clenching down over their tangled fingers. "C'mon, Soonie, you can take more, you're doing so well that's it baby you're so good."Hosook peels herself off Namsoon, her legs quivering while she curls behind Namsoon, urges her head up so it rests on Hosook's bare legs.Their leader is falling apart, all her edges torn open. She's fully exposed, flailing under Yoonji's attention, and she's safe. She'll always be safe with them. Yoonji crooks her fingers and Namsoon snaps, back curving like a strung bow and head digging into Hosook's shin. She keens, tone clear as a teakettle, and flops back when her short breath runs out. Her chest heaves as she struggles for breath, curls onto her side with her sweaty hair falling across Hosook's lap.Yoonji kisses her knees and wriggles until she's tucked behind Namsoon's bent legs. She rubs Namsoon's hip as the girl shudders post-orgasm. Hosook cracks her eyes open as far as they'll go."Unnie," she says hazily. "Do you want... Do you need?"She shakes her head, looking calm despite the sweat glistening on her face. "Don't feel like it. Just wanted to do this." She hums something tranquil, hand gentle on Namsoon. "That's all I need right now."Hosook hums in understanding, drops her head back onto the sofa arm. She pats Namsoon's hair, the shudders coming less frequently, and kisses her shoulder, rests a steadying hand on the golden skin. Namsoon reaches out to both girls, grip faint and affectionate, as it wanders over their bare skin, contentment stamped into her expression.They don't have much time so they make the most of it, cradling Namsoon, grounding her as she sleepily luxuriates in the openness between them. The risk of discovery is worth it, seeing her sprawl happily around them, hidden side revealed to them alone. Lazily counting the star chart of Namsoon's tiny moles, Hosook thinks she might risk much more for the girl if something ever happened. She's too much a part of them to imagine anything different.Namsoon stirs and Hosook hums, pitching a bit higher than Yoonji in unintentional harmony. She connects the moles on Namsoon's face revealed around her smeared makeup, and her finger pauses on the hidden dimple. She's hot again, yet it thrums in a different way, matching itself to the soft breaths Namsoon puffs onto Hosook's crossed legs. Namsoon may have originally called herself a monster, but—looking over at Yoonji and seeing her fond sentiments mirrored there—she's become their monster.She kisses the ice blonde hair, smiles at Yoonji. Settles back with her hands resting on Namsoon's shoulders. They're all Namsoon's, to be honest with herself. She wouldn't have it differently.