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Yeosang just came out of the shower, his hair was still slightly damp when he sat down on the couch in the livingroom, leaning his head over the headrest, exposing his neck to whoever would walk in. But he didn't care. He just closed his eyes for a moment, just to rest for a moment. He didn't know why he felt so restless lately. Someone kissed his neck, Yeosang jumped at the sensation. He wasn't prepeared for that. He turned his head to look at who it was.Seonghwa."Hey beautiful." He said softly, brushing Yeosangs hair away from his face. He was focused on Seonghwa, so he didn't notice Wooyoung and Mingi walking inside. He felt someone touch his thigh, and whisked his head around, Wooyoung. "Hey, it's just me." Wooyoung softly said and pulled him into a kiss. "What's- What's going on?" Yeosang asked, not sure how to interpret all this. "Would you like to find out?" He heard Mingi ask from behind him. When did he move there? It took him a while to answer. He wasn't sure what they had in mind, he wasn't sure if he wanted to find out, but he wanted to. He slowly nodded, "Yes," Wooyoung held out his hand, Yeosang took it and Wooyoung took him to the bedroom, Mingi and Seonghwa following behind. Wooyoung pulled him into a kiss as soon as the door opened and directed him towards the bed. He hit the edge of the bed, and fell backward, letting out a noise of surprise when he hit the matress. Wooyoung chuckled when he saw the adorable confusion on his face. "You're cute." Wooyoung got on top of him and went to kiss his neck. Yeosang let out a gasp when he felt his lips on his skin. He was way too focused on Wooyoung to hear the door open and someone else come into the room. Wooyoung moved him to the middle of the bed, without ever stopping his attack on Yeosang's neck. Wooyoung grabbed the others thigh, running his hand over it. When he squeezed it, Yeosang let out a soft moan. He wanted him. All of him. Everything. He didn't need to say it, Wooyoung knew. Yeosang never talked during sex, it wasn't a problem for anyone. For a moment, he forgot about everyone else in the room, he only saw Wooyoung. He needed him. Wooyoung leaned down to whisper in his ear, "Don't worry angel, I've got you." Wooyoung slid down Yeosang's pants, his underwear going with it, leaving him bare from the waist down. Yeosang suddenly felt so embarassed and self conscious, he wanted to cover himself up. "Don't." Wooyoung kept him from closing his legs. "I don't care angel, I love the way you are." Wooyoung said softly, reassuring him that it didn't matter to him that Yeosang never had the other surgery. None of them cared, and they would tell Yeosang that until he was sick of it. Wooyoung flipped them around, so Yeosang ended up sitting in his lap. Wooyoung removed his own pants, throwing them to the side, like his boxers. Yeosang traced his hand along the hem of Wooyoung's shirt, "You can unbotton it, angel." Yeosang didn't need anything else to get rid of that annoying piece of clothing that covered Wooyoung's beautifully toned and defined chest, the fabric falling to the side, sliding down to Wooyoung's elbows, exposing his collarbones. Yeosang traced his hand down Wooyoung's chest, to his abs, his hand resting there. "You too," It sounded more like a question than a command, but Yeosang knew what Wooyoung wanted. Yeosang grabbed his own shit, and slid it over his head, exposing himself now fully. Wooyoung traced his hand along the faint scars on his chest, "You're beautiful." Wooyoung cupped his cheek and kissed him, his other hand tracing lower until he felt him lift him up so that he now was looking down on Wooyoung. "Ready, angel?" Yeosang eagerly nodded. He wanted Wooyoung. Wooyoung slowly lowered him, letting Yeosang's pussy take him inch by inch. He liked that. Taking it slow and easy. It's not like Wooyoung couldn't be rough, or he didn't like it, but with Wooyoung, he preffered slow and gently. Wooyoung started to thrust up, slowly moving Yeosang with him, by holding his thights. He held onto Wooyoung's shoulders to steady himself. Yeosang leaned his head back when Wooyoung hit that certain spot, then someones hand laid around his neck, but without applying any preassure. Someone pressed against him from behind. Who was it? Seonghwa, Mingi... His head was tilted farther back. Yunho. "Hello pretty." Yunho softly smiled and turned Yeosang's head so he could kiss him. He heard someone moan, and turned his head to look what was going on. Hongjoong was deepthroating Mingi. How he even managed to do that? Don't ask him, he wasn't going to find that out. Yunho turned his head back toward Wooyoung before he could see anything else. He heard another moan, but this time from another direction. It sounded like Seonghwa. Yeosang wanted to look, but Yunho kept him from doing that. "You first." What was that supposed to mean? He should moan first or what did he mean? Yeosang leaned his head against Yunho's shoulder, looking up at him with a puzzled look. "Oh, pretty. You're clueless aren't you?" Yunho asked, adoring Yeosang's confused expression. Yeosang let out a loud moan when he felt Yunho's hand rubbing over his clit. His grip on Wooyoung's shoulders thightened, he fell back against Yunho's chest, Yunho holding onto him when he arched his back, drawing a loud moan out of Wooyoung as well. Yeosang felt himself getting close, but he didn't want to, he didn't know if Wooyoung was even close to cuming as well. "It's okay, angel. Just let go." Wooyoung told him between ragged breaths. Yeosang leaned against Yunho behind him, and let go. Wooyoung was holding onto his waist, so he wouldn't fall to the side while Yunho was rubbing his clit through the orgasm, never stopping to stimulate him. Stop, it's too much. Was what Yeosang wanted to say, but all he could do was moan. He really wanted to tell Yunho to stop, Stop, too much, but again, all he could do was moan. His breathing became faster, he was panicking, why couldn't he say something? His body was consenting to everything, but his brain wasn't. Stop. He wanted to tell, but no word came out. "Yunho, it's enough." Wooyoung said, taking his hand away from Yeosang's clit. "Are you okay, angel?" Wooyoung asked. No, I need a moment. Yeosang nodded. Why was he saying yes? What was happening?"Okay, angel." He felt how Wooyoung got up, holding onto him and laying him down on his back. Don't go. He couldn't say it. He could only watch how San took Wooyoung's hand, pulling him away, leaving him with Yunho on the bed. "Hello pretty." Yunho traced his cheeckbone with his thumb, before he went in for a kiss. Yeosang wanted to tell him to slow down, but he couldn't. He tried to keep up with his pace, but he was still overwhelmed by his orgasm. Suddenly, Yunho was gone, and Hongjoong appeared in front of him. "Hey baby," He softly said, but had this grin on his face that told him that he was up to something. He laid his hands on Hongjoong's shoulders, softly squeezing his left one.
No. Don't.
"You're eager." He chuckled. He didn't know. He and Wooyoung had this before. When he couldn't talk, when he was locked in his brain and completely blocked from speaking. Everything showed that he was enjoying it, Wooyoung thought he was enjoying it until he squeezed his shoulder so hard that it left a bruise. Wooyoung stopped, he understood. They came up with this, left shoulder means stop, right means go on, but Hongjoong didn't know that. That was the only thing he could do right now, but he didn't know. Yeosang glanced beside Hongjoong, hoping to see Wooyoung, he needed him to get it, he saw him, but he was facing away from him. San was currently balls deep inside him, Wooyoung on the floor, on his elbows, back arched like a pornstar. He looked back at Hongjoong, only that he wasn't in front of his face anymore, his head was in front of his legs, he was grinning at him, and then he went down on him, his tongue slipping inside him. He felt Yunho slip behind him, sitting him halfway up, and kissing down his neck, holding his wrists. He couldn't use his hands, he couldn't try to use what he did with Wooyoung on Yunho. Hongjoong was going way too fast, too hard. He was very skilled with his tongue, Yeosang should know, he ate him out on a regular basis, but this was too fast right now, and his body responding to everything like they expected him to, wasn't helping. He needed to get the control of his body back, or at least signalise Hongjoong to slow down a little. Yeosang's body was convulsing underneath Yunho's touch and in front of Hongjoong's tongue eating him out. Yunho had a strong grip on him to keep him in place, and Hongjoong had a strong one on his thights to keep him from closing them. He needed to get control of his body, even if just for a second. Yeosang was trying to focus on doing literally just anything to get Hongjoong to slow down. He twitched his thighs just slightly, Hongjoong felt it while his hand was going up and down his thigh. Yeosang waited, he slowed down, finally, but now he was fully gone. He was completely locked in his mind, disconnected from his body. Anybody could do what they wanted with him, he wasn't able to say no anymore. Hongjoong suddenly stopped eating him out, Yeosang was glad about it, but his body protested. "Don't worry, baby." Hongjoong leaned down to kiss him, he could taste himself on him. He moaned into the kiss when he felt Hongjoong replace his tongue with his fingers. No, wait. But he bucked his hips up, right into his touch, Yunho letting go of his neck for a moment. Then his lips were on his neck again, kissing his skin, biting it, marking it. Stop, it's too much. He wanted to say it, but his mind wouldn't let him. It was like someone else was controlling him, making him give into their touch fully. "Come on, baby. Let me see that pretty face of yours." Yeosang knew what Hongjoong wanted. He wanted him to cum, but he wasn't sure if he could handle it right now. Hongjoong quickened the pace of his fingers, making Yeosang uncontrollably convulse and moan beneath him. He was totally at their mercy right now. "Let go." Hongjoong whispered in his ear while he hit the spot again that made him see stars. Yeosang let out a lewd moan and came on Hongjoong's fingers, Yunho holding him in place so he wouldn't fall off the bed, considering how hard he had bucked his hips up. Hongjoong lazily kissed him before he retreated, he felt Yunho get out from behind him as well. For a moment, he was alone, but the two were quickly replaced by Seonghwa and San. "Are you okay, beautiful?" Seonghwa asked softly. No, I need a moment. But Yeosang felt himself nod, Seonghwa softly smiled at him. Yeosang didn't know what he was going to do, but he hoped that he wasn't going to fuck him right now. Seonghwa leaned down to kiss him on the lips, before trailing farther down, placing soft kisses along his neck, down to his colarbone, to his chest. Seonghwa spent his time kissing the scars on his chest. Wait, where was San? Yeosang lifted his head slightly, to look where he was. "I'm right here, doll." San said from behind Seonghwa. He was prepping him. Behind San, he could see Jongho on the couch, having Wooyoung in his lap, giving him a lap dance. He was wearing someone elses shirt, probably Mingi's or Yunho's, it was way too big on him. Seonghwa went father down, to his thights placing soft kisses on them, marking them up. This was better. He couldn't fully take his mind off of everything, but he could still catch his breath. "Are you ready beautiful?" Give me a few minutes. Yeosang nodded. Why was he even trying anymore? He couldn't tell them to take it slow, he couldn't tell them that his mind was betraying him and not letting him word his thoughts if he really needed to. He only ever talked during sex if there was no other way. Right now, he needed to talk, but he just couldn't. He felt Seonghwa slip inside. He was almost the same size as Wooyoung, just not as thick and just a little shorter, but it still was enough for him. Seonghwa grabbed his legs, wrapping them around his waist. "Ready?" Yeosang nodded, he had stopped trying to fight it. He just made his peace with going through this. He couldn't blame them, they didn't know that he was locked in. All they knew was that he only ever spoke during sex when something was really, really wrong. "Okay, beautiful." Seonghwa gave him a kiss on the cheek, before he pushed in. Yeosang let out ragged breaths when he started moving inside him. Seonghwa sat himself back up on his knees, San coming up behind him, "Ready?" San had a dirty grin on his face. "Do it." Yeosang watched how San positioned himself behind Seonghwa, how he closed his eyes when San started pushing in, how he held onto San's neck when he was fully inside him. "Oh, fuck." Seonghwa cursed when San moved his hips, Seonghwa moving with him, fucking into Yeosang.Seonghwa moved back and forth, meeting San in the middle of his thrusts, then back inside Yeosang. They found their own rhythm. Seonghwa back against San, him forward into Seonghwa, him into Yeosang. Yeosang felt himself getting close again. This one would be painful, he knew. He had already cum twice, the most times he came in one night was three, and the day after, he was a total wreck, and now, with all of them on him, he wasn't sure if he could take it. "San-" Seonghwa was cut of with a moan, and then San stopped moving and pulled out, and Seonghwa pulled out of him as well. What were they doing? His question was answered when San and Seonghwa changed positions. Yeosang looked down at San's dick, he was still wearing the condom he had on when he was inside Seonghwa. "Don't worry, doll." San said and took off the condom, discarding it into the small trashcan that stood beside the bed for that exact reason. He then opened another pack, rolling the unused condom over his dick. Yeosang wasn't sure if he could take San right after Seonghwa. He was longer, and thicker than him. Not as thick as Wooyoung, still, but the lenght mattered, he would go way deeper than Seonghwa. San put his hand behind Yeosang's head, down to the back of his neck then pulling him slightly up to kiss him. He excpected San to be rough with the kiss, but it was the exact opposite. He was sweet and gentle. That could only mean one thing, if San wasn't rough with the kiss, he would be once he was inside him. San pushed inside, all the way, not giving him a second to adjust to his size.Slow down, please. Yeosang wanted to say it, but he couldn't get a single sentence out, only moans and gasps. San fucked him with a fast pace, holding his legs up by his thighs. Yeosang wouldn't have known what to do with them anyway. His mind was a mess, he couldn't think, he could only take it. San let out a loud groan and stopped for a moment, dropping his thighs.What happened?Then he saw Seonghwa behind him, thrusting into him, moving San forward, back inside Yeosang. San went with Seonghwa's hard sharp thrusts. It was the total opposite of how Seonghwa had fucked Yeosang. San grabbed his thighs harder, that would surely leave bruises. He leaned down, resting his head onto Yeosang's shoulder while Seonghwa was mostly doing all the work there. Then he lifted his head back up, and kissed Yeosang before he moved again, in the same motion Seonghwa had before when San was inside him. San let go of his thighs, his legs dropping down on the matress. One of Seonghwa's hands was on San's hip, the other rested on Yeosang's knee. Yeosang wanted to grab San's shoulder, wanted to try the shoulder signal, but San got it wrong and grabbed his wrists, pinning them above his head into the matress with one hand holding onto them, the other on his waist, holding him up while he fucked into him. That would leave another bruise. When did they even come up with all this? Did they talk about this and planned it? Had he been that oblivious and hadn't noticed? Should he have? Shouldn't they have talked to him about this beforehand? He could have been prepeared then. He wouldn't suddenly have been overwhelmed and not be able to use the safeword, or call for Wooyoung who knew their silent safeword when something happened he didn't consent to, but he wasn't prepeared and probaly due to all the stress he had at work, slipped way too far into subspace to be able to consent to anything. They didn't know that. He couldn't blame them. They had no idea that there were a millon thoughts running through his mind while he was underneath San, moaning and responding to his touch like he really wanted this. He really couldn't blame any of them. He was so occupied with his thoughts that he hadn't realised he was close to an orgasm again, but San did, and went harder, Seonghwa speeding up as well. No, shit, wait. He wanted to say, but his mind betrayed him, and he came when San did, watching his expression through half closed eyes. He looked beautiful like this, Yeosang thought, even if he was way too overstimulated to actually enjoy his own orgasm. Yeosang went limp beneath San, falling back into the sheets, looking up at the ceiling. That was it, right? Were they done with him now? San kissed him, slowly this time. He felt how Seonghwa got out of the bed, and someone else inside, behind San. Someone wrapped his arm around San's waist and pulled him away from Yeosang. "My turn." Jongho. Round... three? Four? Yeosang didn't know anymore, but Jongho wasn't rough during sex. He wasn't sure what he was going to do with him, but he would be gentle, like Wooyoung, that's what he was hoping for right now. Gentle was what he needed right now if he couldn't tell them to stop it. "Hi babe," Jongho spoke, and kissed Yeosang before he turned him around, and pulled his back against his chest so he was positioned in the middle of the bed. Yeosang closed his eyes when Jongho grabbed his hips, his hands tracing over the skin there, placing kisses along his neck. Yeosang let out a sigh, or well wanted to, but it sounded more like a moan. "Still eager." He heard Hongjoong say when the bed dipped beside him, and Hongjoong positioned himself below Yeosang, his legs between Yeosang's. Jongho directed him down to sit in Hongjoong's lap, his pussy positioned right before Hongjoong's dick. He had that grin on his face again. That teasing grin. Yeosang heard a bottle being opended and closed. Lube? Why would Jongho need lube? Wait... Yeosang moaned when he felt Jongho's finger trace his rim. He wasn't really going to-Yeosang moved forward when he felt Jongho push a finger inside him, his clit going against Hongjoong's dick, drawing another moan out of him. "Relax, babe." Jongho told him when he kissed the spot right below his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. His body complied, but his brain didn't.What are you doing? Stop it. He wanted to say, but instead gave right into the touch, letting Jongho push his fingers inside him, letting him scissor him open while he was squirming against Hongjoong's dick, which stimulated his clit everytime, also getting moans out of Hongjoong. Then, Hongjoong stopped him from squirming, holding him above his dick, and then lowered him down on it, his pussy taking him right in.Hongjoong leaned back, Yeosang following, his ass still exposed to Jongho, who didn't stop fingering him open. Hongjoong moved Yeosang's hips on him, also moving him back and forth onto Jongho's fingers. He wasn't sure why they were doing this, he hasn't had a lot of anal before. Was Jongho going to take him like that? Were they going to take him together? Jongho removed his fingers, and positioned himself, but not where Yeosang thought he would. He positioned himself in front of his pussy. I can't take that. Yeosang wanted to say, but he couldn't. "Relax, baby." Hongjoong said, and cupped his cheek, kissing him while Jongho pushed inside him as well, his dick flush against Hongjoong's inside him. So much for Jongho was going to be gentle. Hongjoong grabbed Yeosang's hips, and moved him on himself, it was similair to how Wooyoung and him started this, but then, it was something he really wanted. This? This was just pure overstimulation for him. He wanted them to slow it down. He wanted one of them to pull out and let him relax before they fucked him together, like this, but he couldn't tell them that. He felt like he wanted to cry, not only because of all the overstimulation, but also because he couldn't tell them that this was too much to handle for him. Hongjoong was the first to move inside him, Jongho followed. When Hongjoong was inside, Jongho was out and vice versa. They didn't even bother to take this slow. Yeosang was a moaning mess between them, holding onto Hongjoong, digging his nails into his shoulders. He knew that Hongjoong wouldn't get it, none of them did, besides Wooyoung. He could only hold onto him, trying not to fall off of one of them. He didn't need that, it would hurt if that happened. For all three of them. Hongjoong's hand went down to play with his clit, applying pressure to it which made Yeosang's body cry out in pleasure. His body, not his mind. "Cum, baby." Hongjoong said, going faster with his thrusts, Jongho speeding up as well. "Let go, babe." He heard Jongho whisper in his ear, as he went faster, Hongjoong applying more pressure on his clit. Yeosang came again when Hongjoong and Jongho bit down onto his neck at the same time, sending a spiral of pleasure down his spine. He held onto Hongjoong's arms in order not to fall. He must have grabbed too hard, because he could see a bit of red liquid running down Hongjoong's bicep when he leaned back against Jongho, letting go of Hongjoong, catching his breath. "Don't worry baby, I'm fine." Hongjoong assured him. "Are you?"
No, stop now.
Yeosang nodded. Hongjoong studied his face, "Are you sure?" Yeosang nodded twice, Hongjoong studied his face again, Yeosang gave him a reassuring smile.
I can't anymore.
"Okay baby." Hongjoong gave him a quick kiss while he gave Jongho a pat on his thigh, signalising him to pull out. Jongho and Hongjoong both pulled out of him, and laid him down on the bed. Yeosang got to catch his breath for a moment, until he felt the bed dip again. Someone was on his right, someone else was on his left. "Hello honey." Mingi. He tucked his hair behind his ear. This must be round.... whatever... Yeosang stopped counting after Hongjoong went down on him. Mingi pulled him up in his lap, and he could see Yunho going behind himself, his chest against his back once again. Mingi pulled him into a kiss while Yunho was kissing his back. He moaned into the kiss, the sound going straight to Mingi's dick. Yeosang could feel him against his stomach. He buried his hands in Mingi's hair, him only deepening the kiss. Then Mingi pulled away to leave more hickeys on his collarbones. Yeosang could look over his shoulder. Behind them was Wooyoung, on the couch, San in his lap, riding him. Seonghwa was on the floor, Hongjoong between his legs, probably eating him out. It was what he was best at after all. Jongho was behind Hongjoong, having a hold on his waist, and was marking him up, at least that was what it looked like. He watched them, and heard Hongjoong let out a groan, okay, Jongho was probably also fucking him. "Eyes on me, honey." Mingi grabbed his chin, not harsh, but still demanding. Yeosang gasped at the sudden action. Mingi pulled him into a rough kiss this time. The contrast between Yunho's soft kisses on his back, and the rough kiss from Mingi made him crazy. He felt worn out from how Hongjoong and Jongho had fucked him before, but his body was still going, still reacting to their touch. He wanted this to end, but his body was betraying him. Yunho suddenly spun him around, Mingi now behind him. Yeosang barely got the time to hold onto Yunho before he grabbed him and lifted him up, Yeosang wrapping his legs around him, what else was he supposed to do? "Are you ready, pretty?" Yunho asked him. Yeosang nodded, even if he knew that taking Yunho would be the thing that would surely fuck him over. Yunho pulled him into a kiss, and then pushed inside. Yeosang broke the kiss to let out a cry of pain, but it sounded more like pleasure. Yunho grinned. He excpected him to react like that, but Yeosang didn't want to react like that. Yunho began thrusting into him without a warning. Yeosang could barely hold onto him, he was going too fast, too rough. Then he felt Mingi. His fingers were in his ass. They weren't seriously going to- He let out a lewd moan when he felt Mingi push inside his ass. That was a very big stretch. Mingi started moving as well, his pace as fast and rough as Yunho's. Their hips slapped against him in different rhytms, but at the same pace. I can't take it. Yeosang wanted to say, but couldn't, he still couldn't say something when this was now way too much. He didn't even know how he had been able to take Hongjoong and Jongho, and this, this was so much to take at once. Yunho went faster, he could feel him up to his stomach, Mingi as well. God, they were too big. How could he take that? He couldn't. Both of them stopped suddenly, Yeosang wanted to tell them Stop now, but he just let out a noise of protest.He wanted to cry. "Don't worry, pretty, you'll get what you want." Yunho took off the condon before he turned him around to face Mingi again. He saw Mingi apply an unused condom. He heard Yunho open a package behind him. And then Yunho was the one in his ass, and Mingi the one inside his pussy, holding him up. No, stop. Yeosang moaned when they thrusted into him. Mingi went even faster than before, his movements became uncontrolled, unlike Yunho's. "Fuck, Yeosang." Mingi groaned. His grip loosned on him, Yeosang thought he would fall down, "Shit, grab him." Mingi directed at Yunho, and then he felt him hold him up while Mingi's head fell back, he was still holding onto him, but it wouldn't have been enough to hold him up if Yunho wouldn't have been behind him. Then Mingi's grip strenghtened again, Yunho letting loose, now his thrusts uncontrolled, while Mingi's were steady again. Stop. I don't need to cum, not again. Mingi couldn't hear him, how even, he couldn't read his thoughts, only his body which was telling him to keep going. Yunho bottomed out behind him, grabbing his shoulder while he came. He stopped thrusting for a moment, turned his head back to look at him and kissed him. "Thank you, pretty," He then pulled out, leaving Yeosang to Mingi.
No, no, enough, it's enough. Stop, stop, please.
Yeosang really wanted to cry. He wanted to stop, he couldn't take another orgasm. He couldn't. He needed to do something. His hands, they were on Mingi's shoulders. When Mingi thrusted extremely hard inside him, he screamed and squeezed his left shoulder as hard as he could, which made Mingi let out a groan. At the same time, he looked over Mingi's shoulder, hoping to see Wooyoung. He had San still in his lap, they were making out, still, but they were more clothed this time, San in the shirt that Wooyoung had worn before, him in some sweatpants. Wooyoung parted from San, and looked over his shoulder in just the right moment to see what Yeosang did, and his eyes went wide in shock. "Oh my god!" Wooyoung moved San off his lap, him looking at him in confusion, "Stop! Mingi stop!" Wooyoung got up and rushed over to them. Mingi had thrusted into Yeosang extremely hard, right before he heard Wooyoung yelling his name and telling him to stop, but that thrust was what send Yeosang over the edge again. When Mingi heard Wooyoung's panicked voice yelling his name, he immediately stopped, but he also let go of Yeosang in the same moment, causing him to fall back. It all happened so fast. Mingi couldn't really grab him in time, so they both went down on the bed. Yeosang came down harder than he did before. He wasn't screaming in pleasure anymore, his mind wasn't blocking him anymore from telling how he felt. He screamed in pain when his body was convulsing beneath Mingi. This orgasm was so painful, but he couldn't stop it. Mingi immediately pulled out of him when he fell down, looking down at him in horror and worry. He couldn't do anything right now, and that scared him. He could tell that this scream wasn't something that was the outcome of pleasure and pain, just pain. Wooyoung was beside him while Mingi moved away from him. Retreating to most likely get himself dressed. Everyone else hat snapped their heads when they heard Yeosang scream like that, watching in horror as he screamed, his body convulsing so painfully and he just had to endure it. Wooyoung moved to be hovering above him, taking his hands in his to stop him from digging them deeper into his palms and causing an even deeper wound. Yeosang was still convulsing beneath him, but he wasn't screaming anymore, only whimpering in pain. Wooyoung stroked his thumb over Yeosang's hands, as an attempt to calm him down. After a few seconds, he was still convulsing way too much, Wooyoung was worried that this had evolved into a seizure.Wooyoung retreated one of his hands from Yeosang's, who immediately pressed his fingernails back into his palm. Wooyoung needed to let him do that, he put his hand on Yeosang's him, holding him down with a firm grip. "Breathe angel, breathe." Yeosang let out a whine. "I've got you. Breathe."Yeosang tried to breathe in, but chocked on his own breath, "Hey, hey, look at me. I'm here." Yeosang focused on Wooyoung, looking at him. He breathed in an out, long slow breaths. Wooyoung let go of his hand and his hip, but was still hovering above him, not letting Yeosang out of his vision. The other grabbed Wooyoung's shirt weakly, as if he was trying to tell him something, but failed to do so. "Angel?" He didn't respond with anything. Yeosang wanted to cover himself, but he was too tired to say anything. He was too worn out, too overwhelmed, too tired. "Someone give me a shirt. Now." Wooyoung's voice was demanding, but still had an undertone of worry. Mingi wordlessly handed him his shirt, he could only look at Yeosang with an apologetic look. He felt so bad. It was his fault. "Angel? Can you sit up?" Wooyoung asked Yeosang, but he could look at Wooyoung, hoping that he would get it. Wooyoung placed a hand underneath Yeosang, and sat him up by himself, him making a noise of discomfort. "I'm sorry angel, I'm sorry, but I need to dress you." Wooyoung moved the shirt over Yeosang's head with the hand that wasn't holding him, then helping him to get his arms thought the sleeves of the shirt. He laid Yeosang back down on the bed, one hand on his back, the other on his head, carefully placing him beneath him. "Better?" Wooyoung mustered Yeosang's face, waiting for any reaction, but he just looked at him with empty eyes.Wooyoung reached over to the nightstand to grab the bottle of water which was standing there. "Angel, drink something." Wooyoung opened the lid and held the bottle for Yeosang. He supported his head while he lifted and loweres the bottle for him, since he couldn't do it himself. "Enough?" Wooyoung asked, Yeosang let himself fall back onto the bed, Wooyoung putting away the bottle. Then Yeosang's expression changed. "Angel?" Wooyoung asked when Yeosang began letting out choked sobs, "Yeosang?" Wooyoung looked at him in confusion, and then Yeosang started to cry and sob, tears streaming down his face. Wooyoung placed a hand on his waist, but then Yeosang let out a very loud sob, and he retreated his hand immediately. "Left and right?" Wooyoung asked him, Yeosang would like to let out a sigh of relief, but he could only sob. He tried to lift his arm, but he didn't have the strenght to even do that anymore. Wooyoung took his left arm and placed it on his left shoulder, holding onto his wrist to help him keep his hand there. "The other arm too?" Yeosang squeezed his shoulder slightly. "Okay. Squeeze if your answer is no." Yeosang was still silently crying underneath him. Wooyoung still had a worried expression on his face. "Can I ask you questions while we are still all here? Everyone is worried about you." He didn't squeeze his shoulder, so that was a yes. Wooyoung took Yeosang's other hand in his, letting them rest beside them on the bed. "Is that okay?" Yeosang didn't squeeze. So Wooyoung went on. "Did Mingi hurt you?" No squeeze, Mingi's eyes widened, he really did hurt him. "Okay, did you tell him he did?" He applied pressure onto his shoulder again."Was it only Mingi?" Wooyoung waited a moment, Yeosang was unsure if he could tell them the honest answer to that. Wooyoung softly stroked his thumb over Yeosang's hand. "You can tell me, angel." He then squeezed his shoulder again, so not only Mingi. No one knew how to feel about that. Had any of them hurt him? If they did, why didn't he safeword? Why didn't he tell them? They would have immediately stopped if he had just indicated that he was in pain or not consenting. "Who else?" Yeosang didn't know how to answer, so Wooyoung thought of something else, "I'll say names. You squeeze my shoulder when I say the name of someone who hurt you." Then Wooyoung started saying their names "Hongjoong?" Yeosang squeezed his shoulder, Hongjoong let out a noise of shock, the others became slightly nervous. How many would Wooyoung have to say? Did all of them hurt him? "Yunho?" He squeezed again, he could hear Yunho say something, but he couldn't hear what it was "San?" Wooyoung's voice had a worried undertone now, had all of them hurt him? Yeosang squeezed his shoulder, so that was a yes on San as well. He could hear San let out a sigh behind them, but it sounded more like he was sighting because he was blaming himself. "Jongho?" Again, a squeeze. Jongho silently whispered something that sounded like, "I never wanted to hurt him." "Seonghwa?" Again, a squeeze, and Seonghwa said something that sounded like "Oh my god." "Just to make sure, Mingi?" He again squeezed, Wooyoung could swear he heard him let out a choked sob behind them and someone slapping a hand over their mouth. Wooyoung took a deep breath, and closed his eyes for a moment, then looked at Yeosang, "Me?" He looked at him, wating for a response. Yeosang didn't squeeze his shoulder, but Wooyoung wasn't sure if he was afraid to tell him because he was the one currently closest to him.Wooyoung was still waiting, "You can be honest, angel. Did I hurt you tonight?" He was watching his expression, stroking his thumb over Yeosang's wrist, reassuring him that it was okay to tell the truth, but Yeosang didn't squeeze his shoulder. He squeezed his hand, he could do that now, it was his right one. Was that a yes? Right meant yes, but he had been sqeezing his left shoulder to tell him yes. "Are you saying yes?" Wooyoung wasn't sure what he meant. Yeosang squeezed his left shoulder. "You aren't?" He squeezed his hand. He had stopped crying by now, which lifted a bit of the strong feeling of having let Yeosang down, but the feeling that he was the one who had hurt him and caused all this was still there. "Okay, left no, right yes." Yeosang squeezed his hand, he understood."Did I hurt you?" He squeezed his shoulder, so no, no, he didn't. Wooyoung let out a sigh, he felt relieved about it, but at the same time he felt bad because Yeosang had said yes to everyone else."Are you angry at any of us?" Left shoulder, so no, he wasn't. Someone behind them let out a sigh of relief. "Were you scared?" Right hand, so yes. "Okay," he paused "When did it start?" That wasn't a yes or no question, Yeosang couldn't answer that."I... I was... after... after you." Hongjoong stuttered, he tried to help, he didn't know but maybe that information could help. Yeosang squeezed Wooyoung's hand, so he was saying he was agreeing to something, Wooyoung just needed to ask the question to his answer. "After Hongjoong?" Left shoulder, so no. "When he was there?" Wooyoung was onto something, but he wasn't exactly sure if he was right about what he assumed had happened. He squeezed his hand, so yes, and then Wooyoung asked the question he thought he never had to ask because he thought he'd be there when it would happen again. "Yeosang," he sighted and gathered his thoughts for a moment, then carefully asked the question he never wanted to have to ask in front of any one else, "Were you locked in?" Yeosang didn't move for a moment, he neither said yes or no, and then he started crying again, letting out loud sobs and cries. "Angel..." Wooyoung let go of Yeosang's wrist, his hand falling down, but he was still holding onto Wooyoung's right, and he squeezed it harder than before. Yeosang wouldn't have needed to do that, Wooyoung already knew the answer when he started crying again. "It's okay angel, it's okay." Wooyoung stroked Yeosang's cheek, "I'm here." He wasn't sure if Yeosang wanted him to hold him, so he didn't dare to do anything else besides not letting go of his hand. "Angel, do you want me to hold you?" He held his hand even thighter, Wooyoung assumed that he was giving him consent and picked him up, holding him in his arms. Yeosang wrapped his arms around him, hiding his face in Wooyoung's neck, he let him. He wouldn't deny him anything right now. Yeosang was still silently crying, his body shaking in Wooyoung's hold, he felt how Yeosang weakly tried hold onto him. It took Wooyoung everything not to break down right then and there. Seeing Yeosang, his sweet angel like this, broke something within him. His body slumped against him, he just couldn't hold himself up anymore. Wooyoung put a hand on his back and head, and leaned forward, to lay Yeosang down. He looked at him, it was a mix of confusion and fear, his breathing going faster. "Don't worry angel, don't worry. I'm not going to do anything." It took him everything to hide how deeply he was hurting. He knew that Yeosang was hurting more because of what happened. There was this word in his head that wouldn't go away, but he wouldn't dare of ever speaking it. Wooyoung had laid down Yeosang, now kneeling beside him, his hand cupping Yeosang's face. "Angel..." he needed to swallow and gather himself. He couldn't break down now, he needed to be there for Yeosang, "I love you, okay?" Wooyoung whispered, "We all do." I wanted to say how sorry he was about all of this, how he was so sorry that he didn't look out for him, how it was basically his fault for all this happening. He was the one who had known that this was possible to happen, Yeosang had told him to not tell anyone after it happened, so he didn't, but it would have been his responsibility to look after him, or tell someone about the signal, at least that, but he didn't do that because Yeosang also didn't want him to tell that to anyone. He didn't want them to get confused with the signals when he was just holding onto someone. He thought it wouldn't happen again, even if it was possible to happen again. It was too early to say all that. Yeosang needed to rest. All of them needed to rest. This was heavy. Something that laid a shadow over all of this. They did plan this, they had noticed how stressed Yeosang was, and just wanted to get his mind off from everything for a while, but that turned out to be something that stressed him even more. "Angel?" Yeosang opened his eyes halfway to look at Wooyoung, "Do you want to sleep?" Yeosang weakly nodded. He never thought he would have to make such an effort to do a simple motion like that. "Do you want to be alone?" Yeosang could barely shake his head, but Wooyoung got it. "Who do you want to stay?" Yeosang only looked at Wooyoung, "Me?" He nodded again, "Someone else?" Yeosang shook his head as best as he could. "So only me?" Yeosang nodded again. He only wanted Wooyoung. It wasn't like he was scared of the others, but he wanted Wooyoung, only him. That's all he wanted, needed right now. Wooyoung looked back over his shoulder, looking at everyone behind him. He didn't say anything, he waited for them to go out by themselves. They did eventually. Hongjoong grabbed Seonghwa by the arm, who had made no indication of moving away anytime soon. Jongho had pulled San up from the couch, directing him out behind the two eldest. Mingi moved on his own, with Yunho's hand on his lower back, guiding him out. The door closed, and they were alone. Wooyoung tucked Yeosang's hair behind his ear, "Go to sleep, angel." Wooyoung placed a kiss on his forehead, as a silent promise. Yeosang fell asleep, Wooyoung still holding onto him. Wooyoung listened to his breathing, felt how his heart beated against his chest. Wooyoung felt this feeling creep up again. He needed to get some fresh air, he needed to get out of here. He couldn't hold it back anymore, he didn't want to wake Yeosang up. He carefully moved Yeosang off of him, and got out of the bed, heading to the balcony. He stopped in front of the dresser that stood before the door that led outside. To hell with it. Wooyoung opened the first drawer on the right, and lifted the bottom of it, revealing a secret compartment in there. He knew that Yunho hid cigarettes in there. He'd seen him put them in there when he thought no one saw him. Wooyoung had stopped smoking a while ago, so he didn't have any on him. Yunho wouldn't mind. Wooyoung took out one cigarette from the pack, and the lighter that was inside it, and opened the door to the balcony, stepping outside into the chill night air. He lightened the cigarette and took a drag from it, resting his arms on the railing. He let his thoughts wander around. Staring into the night sky, inhaling the toxic air of the cigarette. "Where's your shirt?" Wooyoung didn't look who it was. "Don't know." He answered while taking another drag from the cigarette. Wooyoung hadn't been aware of his missing shirt until now. He had only been wearing a flannel, which was way too thin for those temperatures. He took another drag from the cigarette, the filter becoming way too hot between his fingers, Wooyoung hissed and let go of it, the thing dropping down into the darkness, probably landing in one of their flowerpots beneath. Seonghwa would be pissed once he found it, but that was something Wooyoung couldn't care less about right now. He finally looked beside him to see who was standing beside him. Yunho wordlessly handed him a sweater, which he took and slipped over his head. "Why are you out here?" Wooyoung rested his arms on the railing again, leaning forward, dropping his head before letting out a sight and looked at Yunho, "You know why. Sorry." Wooyoung didn't know for what he was apologizing, but he felt like it. "I don't give a shit if you took one of my cigarettes, I wanna know why you're smoking again." "Give me another one, and I'll tell you." Yunho wordlessly gave him the pack, he knew that Wooyoung wasn't joking. He was all jolly and full of energy and affection most of the time, but right now, he was calm, and serious, and he seemed angry, and troubled, about something more than what happened. "So?""We shouldn't have done this." Wooyoung took a drag, "We should have told him what we were planning so he could give his consent." He was angry at himself, Yunho could hear it in his voice. "You can't blame yourself for it." Wooyoung let out a sigh, then chuckled, "Yes, Yunho, yes I can." "You couldn't have known that this would happen." "It happened before." Wooyoung said in a manner that made Yunho worried about him. "When?" "Sometime ago. You didn't know because he didn't want me to tell you." Wooyoung had finished the cigarette halfway by now, "And I should have kept an eye on him. No one of you knew that he wasn't enjoying it. He doesn't blame any of you for it. He knows it's not your fault.""Then why are you blaming yourself?" "Because I knew. I was the one who knew. He trusted me, and I failed. I let him down." "You didn't. Wooyoung, you can't have an eye on everyone all the time." "I should have. This should have been something to take the stress away, not stress him further." "Wooyoung." Yunho laid a hand on his shoulder, but Wooyoung stepped away, so Yunho pulled his hand away, "It's not your fault. It was something out of your control. You can't blame yourself for that." "I was in the room. I was right there! I should have noticed! I did surely, but way too late! You don't know how it feels Yunho! You don't know how that is!" Wooyoung's voice raised with every sentence he spoke. "You don't know how it is not to be in control! You don't know how it is to be responding with your body, but your mind is disagreeing!""Wooyoung-" "You don't know how it feels to be screaming and crying and yelling 'stop it, let go of me' over and over again until your voice gives out! You don't know how you can only endure and endure because you're too weak to fight it!" Wooyoung wanted to say something else, but he choked on a sob, and turned his head away from Yunho. He couldn't look at him anymore. He just said something which he swore to keep to himself, to never tell anyone. "Wooyoung... what happened to you?" Yunho's voice was soft. He was assuming what happened to him, but he wouldn't dare to actually say the word. "Don't touch me." Wooyoung swatted his hand away and took a step backward, he was way too fast and hit the railing behind him, which made him loose his balance. He let out a scream of shock and fear when he dipped backward over the railing. He would fall- Yunho grabbed his arm barely in time and yanked him back over the railing. Wooyoung could barely stand, he just had been closer to death than he had ever been. "What happened!?" Seonghwa was standing behind them, followed by Hongjoong, San, Jongho and Mingi. He must have either woken them up with his scream, or they were still awake. Latter seemed to be the case. Yunho felt how Wooyoung's legs gave in, he only let go of him when he was safely sitting against the wood that was mounted onto the steel railing. Wooyoung leaned his head back against the wood behind him and closed his eyes. He just couldn't look at them. He didn't know if they heard everything he said, but it was most likely they did. He hadn't been exactly quiet. "Wooyoung, what happened to you?" Hongjoong was asking that carefully, indicating that Wooyoung didn't had to answer his question. Wooyoung laughed mockingly, but he wasn't mocking Hongjoong, he was mocking himself. "You don't have to answer." Seonghwa said. Wooyoung sighted, he took a moment to gather himself. He could say it, or not, but that wouldn't change anything. They heard him. He just needed to word it because no one else would dare to do it."I was raped." There it was. His secret was out, but there was only silence. No one said anything. Wooyoung could only assume the looks on their faces, but he didn't open his eyes to look at them. He didn't want to see it. Their pity. He didn't want it. Somebodies hand touched his cheek, Wooyoung opened his eyes to look at who it was."Angel, you shouldn't be out here." Yeosang didn't say anything. He just stoked Wooyoung's cheek with his thumb, looking at him. "It's okay. It's okay." He said it so quietly that only Wooyoung was able to hear it, but those words broke whatever had kept Wooyoung from holding his tears back. "Angel... I'm sorry... I'm sorry we did that to you..." Wooyoung couldn't bear the feeling of having done what happened to him to someone he loved so deeply. He loved the others as well, so much, but Yeosang, he shared a bond with him that went beyond everything he had done with the others. "Don't say that. It was nothing like that.""But we... we did the same... we-""Stop. Don't say that. Don't say things like that. You did nothing, absolutely nothing like that. You didn't do to me what you went through. None of you did. I just couldn't tell you to stop.""Yeosang... that's the same thing.""No, no it isn't. I never felt unsafe, I was just overwhelmed with all of it.""We hurt you..." "No, Wooyoung, you didn't." Yeosang knelt down in front of him, holding his face with both of his hands now, "You didn't. Nobody did.""But you told us-""Yes, I did. I was overwhelmed, everything felt like a lot, but I am fine. I knew that if anything happened, I could count on you, and I could.""I... I was too late." "Wooyoung, you weren't. When I needed you, you were there.""I let you down.""No, Wooyoung. I did. I let you down." "Angel... Don't say that... I'm the one-""No, Wooyoung, you did everything. You were there for me, but I wasn't when you were hurting. You didn't feel like you could tell any of us, not even me. I'm so, so, sorry for that.""I didn't want to hurt you." "Wooyoung," Yeosang laid their foreheads together, Wooyoung sighting, "You never did. Never. You were the one who was hurting all the time. I'm not the one hurt. I am fine. You are not." "I am..." Wooyoung couldn't finish what he was going to say. He choked on a sob. He turned his head away, breaking the contact between him and Yeosang. "Love," Yeosang turned his head to make Wooyoung look at him, "Don't hide from me. If I don't have to hide from you, then you don't either." Wooyoung lowered his head, not because he wasn't believing Yeosang, but because he couldn't look him in the eyes while he was like this. He had never cried before any of them. Never, and he didn't want to cry in front of everybody. Yeosang turned around, awaiting to see everyone behind them, but it was only Yunho left. "I told them to leave. Do you want me to leave too?""Just... stay in earshot..." Yunho nodded as an answer and went inside, staying nearby. "Love, look at me." Yeosang lifted Wooyoung's chin, "Look at me. You need to breathe." Wooyoung's breathing only quickened. "Love, focus on me, only me. It's just us." Wooyoung's breathing began to even out. "Good. In and out, slowly." "I-""Shh, you don't need to say anything. Just breathe, baby, breathe." Wooyoung started shivering, Yeosang noticed how cold it was out here. "Come on, let's go inside." Wooyoung took a deep breath, then went to get up, Yeosang following along, taking his hand once he was standing. "Let's go." Wooyoung had barely taken a step when he felt dizzy all of a sudden. "Wooyoung?" His vision went black and he fell. Yeosang catched him, but he wasn't strong enough yet to hold him by himself. "Yunho!" Yeosang yelled, but he wasn't loud enough, "Yunho!" He yelled again, louder this time. He heard footsteps rush over to them, and then Yunho was beside him, taking Wooyoung out of his arms. "What happened?" "I..." "Shh, love," Yeosang shushed him. "It's okay." Yunho brought him to the bedroom again, laying him down on the bed. "Come here." Yeosang laid down on Wooyoung's chest, like he had before. "Love?""I'm here.""Stay with me.""I'm not going anywhere.""Promise?" Yeosang looked up at him, "I promise." Wooyoung gave Yeosang a kiss on the forhead, "I'll stay with you. Always.""I love you, angel" "I love you, my love."