Archive of Our Own

Park Go Eun's steps are slow and hazy as she walks through the old house, a small, blue orchid tucked in her hand.

Mark, Doyoung, and Taeyong are currently at Doyoung's apartment, all gathered in front of the TV. The coffee table is littered with a chaotic array of beer, popcorn, pizza rolls, and weed and it's all a clear reflection of how deep they are into their Korean drama binge watching marathon. It's almost 2am and they're nearly done with the sixth episode of Little Women, the soft glow of the television pulsing through the otherwise pitch dark room. It feels like all of them are holding their breath as the episode nearly hits its climax. They're all completely still, no one so much as blinking as they all watch intently. Just then, a voice cuts through the silence.

"Wait, what the fuck?" Taeyong is watching the TV screen in front of them intently, confusion clearly lining his brow. “Is this a fucking cult?”

Groaning, Doyoung kicks him from his seat at the other end of the couch. He shushes him loudly, louder than what's actually happening on the TV screen, which arguably defeats the purpose of shushing. But, nonetheless - “Shut up and watch!” he snaps. “You think I wrote the episode or something? Go fucking Google it if you don't get it!”

Mark, from his seat on the floor, doesn’t even seem to be processing the cult question. “I thought Little Women was about British people going around to each other's houses and getting married...what’s all this cult stuff?”

"See," Taeyong points out, as if Mark had just confirmed his point. "Cult."

Doyoung just lets out the longest, deepest breath Taeyong has ever seen from him. He looks like he's contemplating where to start, or even, if either Mark's or Taeyong's comments warrant a response. But the thing about Doyoung is that he always has to have the last word. So, with his eyes squeezed shut and his fingertips massaging his temples, he says (exhausted),  "Firstly, it's not a cult. Secondly, that's Pride and Prejudice, Mark, not Little Women."

At that point, the episode is left forgotten as Doyoung and Mark's conversation devolves into an argument about what the original Little Women was even about since he's evidently confusing it with his own, made-up combination of every Regency-era novel known to man,  and if there were even legitimate, tangible references in the drama. At least, that's what they were trying to argue about, but it mostly turned into Doyoung correcting Mark about what the original novel was actually about and trying (unsuccessfully) to make Mark understand that the 2019 film was not an original feature.

While Mark is in the middle of trying to remember Timothee Chalamet's name, the door opens. From where he's sitting, Taeyong turns to squint. A tall figure quietly stumbles through the door, evidently trying to be as surreptitious as possible. Despite the lack of visibility, Taeyong can see that it's Johnny who just came in, Doyoung's roommate. He seems to have just returned from a significantly eventful night given the way he looks considerably disheveled and very possibly drunk, but those two things were not what stuck out to Taeyong. Rather, his eyes flit to the dark violet marks littered across Johnny's neck that look fresh. Even in the dark room with only the TV as the source of light, Taeyong can see the marks clearly. His eyes meet Johnny's first, Mark and Doyoung still deep in their argument to notice Johnny staggering in. They look at each other for a moment, a long glance traded between them. Johnny doesn't say anything then, but there's a self-satisfied sort of look on his face when he notices Taeyong appraising the sheer volume of hickies littered across his neck.

"Damn, John," Mark says then, now noticing Johnny's presence. "You get mauled or something?"

Johnny's eyes quickly flit from Taeyong's to turn towards Mark. He crosses the room then, stumbling a little to the kitchen. They all watch as he bends to open the fridge door and pull out a bottle of water, clearly trying to stave off of the inevitable hangover that was going to haunt him in the morning. Johnny twists it open, gulping it down for a moment, rather than answering Mark right away. As he chugs down the water, Taeyong tries not to stare too openly at the way his Adam's apple bobs beneath the column of his throat. The marks are more evident while he tilts his head back, and Taeyong can't really reconcile the fact that he's having these thoughts over Johnny merely drinking water. There's a soft sound, like someone clearing their throat. Taeyong's eyes snap to attention then, and he sees Doyoung staring at him with an impish sort of smile on his face. Taeyong's clearly been caught and not during his proudest moment - he's sure Doyoung is about to make a sly comment about it, but Taeyong is, by some miracle, spared.

Johnny sets his water down and finally answers Mark, shaking his head. "Yuta's party," he manages to say through his drunken stupor.

Mark raises an eyebrow, clearly affected by the mention of Yuta. "Yuta did that?" There's a definite twinge of worry behind Mark's question. Doyoung scoffs at that, and Taeyong is glad that his attention is directed towards Mark now and not him and his staring problem.

After trying to drink more of his water, Johnny shakes his head. "Gross. No. It was-" He's struggling to stay on his feet now, leaning against the kitchen countertop for support and his eyes getting heavier with every additional sentence he attempts. "Was Jungwoo."

"Wow, you fucking slut," Doyoung interjects then. "Of all people, Jungwoo? Come on." Doyoung was giving Johnny a pained look, not that Johnny was sober enough to even notice it.

"Yo," Mark laughs out then, the laugh building in volume with as the realization started to sink in. "Jungwoo, like, Doyoung's freshman year roommate?" Mark keels over then before Johnny can confrm this for him, doubling over on the floor with laughter. "You hooked up the dude who took Doyoung's virginit-"

"Yeah, thanks, Mark," Doyoung cuts in then, grabbing one of the couch pillows to launch it at Mark's head.

Mark dodges it, still holding his stomach as his entire body shakes with him howling even louder. "Is that, like, incest or something if both of you put it in the same person-" Doyoung has had enough at this point. He gets up quietly then and walks over to where Mark is still shaking with laughter, and decides that he will attempt Mark's murder by sitting on him with his entire weight and smothering him with the living room pillow. This only makes Mark laugh even louder, even as he screams and struggles under Doyoung demanding that he "Take it back."

Johnny, in spite of being entirely not sober, lets a sleepy sort of smile bloom across his face. He presses the bottle of water against his temple, appreciating how cold it is, but amidst all that, Taeyong can see him laughing with Mark with his eyes half-closed. While Doyoung and Mark (or, just Mark) continue to struggle on the floor, Taeyong sees that Johnny's eyes slowly open and they dart back to meet his. They're normally a soft brown color (not that Taeyong noticed before), but Taeyong thinks that maybe it's because Johnny's drunk, but there's something darkening beneath the look Johnny gives him. Taeyong wants to squirm a little - he's not used to Johnny looking at him so directly, especially with a look like that. It wasn't just an intense sort of glance, but one where it seemed like he wanted something from Taeyong. If Taeyong didn't know any better, he would think that Johnny looked like he wanted to completely devour him whole.

Taeyong thinks that if he looks away for a moment, if he breaks the eye contact, then maybe Johnny would look away and he can tell himself that he'd just imagined it and it would be forgotten. But when Taeyong glances back at Johnny, he's still regarding Taeyong with the same look, a smug smirk slowly creeping across his lips. Taeyong feels his mouth go dry and he swallows hard then, hoping Doyoung is too distracted with trying to strangle Mark to notice that Taeyong is struggling with the rapid heartbeat beneath his chest and fighting every bone in his body to go over to the kitchen and find out just what is behind the look Johnny is giving him. Before he could rationalize that decision, there's the bang from a bedroom door opening.

Ten, Johnny and Doyoung's third roommate, comes out into the living room with a positively miffed look on his face. "For the love of all that is holy," he hisses. "Will you guys shut the fuck up?"

Johnny blearily looks at him. "It's Saturday," he says, as if that excuses the sheer volume of the yelling contained in the living room.

Ten looks over at Johnny as if he's going to say something that will absolutely destroy Johnny's entire world, but when he sees the marks that are littering Johnny's neck, he instead throws him a disgusted look, rolling his eyes. "Eventful night?" is what he says instead.

"Jungwoo," Johnny supplies again.

"Wow," Ten muses. "You are a slut."

At that, Johnny's eyes slowly close again, a self-gratifying smile spreading across his face. He wobbles a little, but he opens his eyes only slightly to fix them on Taeyong. "Got that right."

The thing about Johnny, Taeyong thinks, is that whenever he sees Johnny, he's always hooking up with someone. Over the years that he's hung out with Doyoung at their apartment, Taeyong has always observed this in pieces - whether it was Johnny emerging from his room with a new partner, whether it was Johnny stumbling back into the apartment with marks covering every inch of his neck, whether it was seeing Johnny in the middle of a party with his tongue down someone's throat, Taeyong has seen all of the variations of Johnny getting around, some variations in more compromising positions than others.

Taeyong isn't jealous. He's analyzed how exactly this affects him for about a year now - it's been almost a year since he first noticed this happening - and he's decided that the emotion he feels when he sees Johnny pressed up another random stranger at another party is unequivocally not jealousy. After all, jealousy would imply that he and Johnny had a relationship that would imply that he had some right or entitlement to Johnny's attention, when the unfortunate truth was, they barely knew each other at all. Well, of course they knew each other - Taeyong was one of Doyoung's closest friends and he was a frequent fixture at Doyoung, Johnny, and Ten's shared apartment. They ran in the same circles, had the same mutual friends, but as far as instances of Taeyong actually being alone with Johnny long enough to form some kind of connection - those were simply nonexistent.

It's not like Taeyong was doing it on purpose.

(He was doing it on purpose).

Johnny was just such a strong presence, if you asked Taeyong - being around Johnny was like staring straight at the sun. It was a lot. He was always the life of the party, always knew exactly what to say to make everyone laugh, always knew how to make people feel included. And Taeyong - Taeyong just felt kind of insignificant in the face of all that. There was the small fear that nagged at the back of his head that thought maybe if Johnny hung around him long enough to have an actual, substantive conversation with him, he would realize that Taeyong, contrary to the mysterious and aloof image of him that people built up of him against his will, was actually incredibly lame, and Taeyong just couldn't cope with the possibility of that happening.

Really, it's just pathetic. Even now, as he's studying in the library for his Economics midterm, he can't believe that he's thinking about Johnny. He's still thinking about the way his neck looked completely mangled with marks, and how Johnny looked at him with that indiscernible look that Taeyong couldn't put a word to, let alone any meaning.

Just as he's wracking his mind over the image of Johnny staring him, over and over again, he doesn't notice Doyoung actually staring at him from the seat across from him. "Wow," he cuts in, interrupting Taeyong's thoughts. "You're really fucking into him."

Taeyong blinks slowly then before sitting up, straightening his posture. "Huh?" he says gently, pretending to glance back down to his textbook. "Who're you talking about?"

Doyoung just sets his highlighter down, fixing Taeyong with a knowing stare. "Who else," he says. "Johnny, obviously. You're into him."

There's a deep pang in Taeyong's chest then and even in the face of being caught, of being clearly flustered, he puts on an aggrieved look on his face. "What-" he gasps. "Who - me, huh? Johnny?" He was hoping the words were coming out in the proper order, but evidently, they came out significantly jumbled and without any sense.

A hum reverberates from Doyoung then, satisfied with the way he's clearly trapped Taeyong in a corner. "I knew it," he says, smugly. "I had a feeling."

Taeyong contemplates keeping up pretenses. The pros and cons play out before him like one of his exam multiple choice questions:

1. Taeyong Lee has been caught thirsting over his best friend's hot roommate. He has one reasonable and sensible way of addressing this. Choose the best decision Taeyong should make in this scenario.

(a) Deny that he's into Johnny Suh.

(b) Admit that he's into Johnny Suh and endure teasing from Mark and Doyoung for the rest of his life.

(c) Admit that he's into Johnny Suh and risk Johnny Suh finding out and laughing in his face.

(d) Admit that he's into Johnny Suh and risk the rest of the entire university finding out and laughing in his face.

A reasonable person would probably just laugh it off or shrug it off or meet Doyoung head on or with confidence or retort with a, And what if I do? But Taeyong is none of those things that makes a person reasonable. Ultimately, Taeyong chooses the secret choice, option (e) Mutter something about needing to get something to drink and running down the hall to hide in the coffee bar until Doyoung forgets about his existence.

He's there for so long, he has to bribe Mark with twenty-five dollars to retrieve everything he'd left at the table and to give Doyoung some flimsy excuse about needing to meet with his TA for an Economics emergency. ("And then he asked, 'What's an Economics emergency?' and then I said, 'Oh, you know, like a recession or something hahahaha?'") He knows Doyoung will be more pissed at him for abandoning him at the library rather than running away from his inquisition, but Taeyong figures he can make it up to him with dinner or another movie marathon. With Doyoung, that might mean something pretentious and European, but Taeyong figures he can make a sacrifice for the sake of their friendship just this once.

As it turns out, Doyoung's form of punishment for Taeyong was forcing him to come with him to a party that weekend. Taeyong wasn't really a party kind of person - it's not like he was straight edge or anything. He had plenty of vices, but the constant noise and the lack of personal space at these kinds of things were really just sensory overload for him. He's usually fine the first two hours, but once hour four comes around, he always starts to miss the comfort of his own home and the convenience of a fully-stocked kitchen and a freshly made bed.

It's at this point that he's stepped out onto the porch which, save for a cloister of people here and there, is mostly unoccupied. He's a comfortable level of drunk - he can still feel his tongue and walk in a straight line, but the loose feeling flowing through him is a welcome change from the tense week he had to deal with. He's smoking a cigarette, a habit he came into when he drinks, and it's dark enough that the glow of the the tip is the only thing that lights up his face.

"Got another one of those?" Accompanying the voice, he feels someone come up to lean against the porch railing easily next to him. It's Ten, a red cup in one of his hands, which he takes a small sip from with a small smile. Ten was someone that Taeyong had spent some time with - it's not like they were as close as he and Doyoung were, but Taeyong always felt comfortable around him. It was easy being around Ten - he always had a special talent for making things feel fun and lighthearted.

Taeyong laughs softly then, turning towards him. "It's my last one, actually."

Ten leans in closer to Taeyong on the railing, reaching for it. "Share," he says then. Taeyong hands it to him and watches with interest as Ten brings the cigarette to his lips. He takes a slow inhale, his eyes not leaving Taeyong's before allowing the smoke to escape his lips. His mouth is pretty, Taeyong thinks. Ten, he knows, is good for a bit of fun. He wouldn't have to worry about things getting too deep with Ten, or too heavy. He was reliable like that. Still exhaling, Ten seems to take note at the way Taeyong watches his mouth and smiles, handing the cigarette back to him. He's leaning in closer now, impossibly close. The smile on Taeyong's mouth widens then knowingly - he could always count on Ten to make a dreary night eventful. "You're out here alone?"

Taeyong nods. There seemed to be implications behind the question, and he allows himself to answer those too. "Yeah, I am." He takes a drag from the cigarette himself, then exhales. "You gonna keep me company?"

Ten's smile grows wider then, and he inches even closer to Taeyong. Taeyong mirrors his movements, leaning in until they're slotted up against each other. "Depends," Ten murmurs then, and Taeyong is close enough to hear him. "Are you gonna kiss me or what?"

Taeyong answers his question by bringing his lips to Ten's, a hand reaching out to grip his waist. Ten reciprocates almost immediately, tugging Taeyong closer until they're kissing each other hard, the soft panting and Taeyong licking eagerly into Ten's mouth the only sounds filling the porch. Taeyong lets himself indulge in this - he's allowed to have fun, allowed to kiss whomever he wants, allowed to fuck around and not even once does he let himself think of Johnny Suh.

Later, he lets Ten fuck his mouth in his bedroom, and Ten lets Taeyong ride him hard until he's spent and wailing and panting on top of him, wrecked moans falling out of his mouth. Ten lets Taeyong paint his stomach white when he finally reaches his climax, panting into Ten's mouth to moan his name over and over again, completely oblivious to how loudly Ten is making him, how undone he is. He lets Ten mark him up until the skin of his neck is unrecognizable, until purple flowers are blooming at his shoulders and his collarbone and his hips. He lets Ten fill him up until it's entirely too much and they're making a mess and he's so fucked out that he lets his tired eyes lull to sleep, not even bothering to clean himself up before he does.

The next morning when he finally wakes up, he blinks hard, momentarily confused about where he is. There's no hangover, thank goodness, but he does feel significantly sore from the way Ten turned him out the night before. Next to him, Ten is still asleep, breathing softly. Taeyong shakes him gently, to which Ten lets out a soft, "Hm?"

"Ten," Taeyong whispers. "I'm gonna head out."

Ten just nods, his eyes still closed, murmuring something about calling him later.

Taeyong just smiles a little. He knows he didn't have to worry about this being a thing with Ten, and there was something a little comforting in that. He gets up from the bed then, pulling on his clothes quietly from the night before. Softly, he opens the door to Ten's room, and slips out, closing it behind him. As soon as he steps out of the room, he almost runs into something, someone, solid. "Oh, shit," he mutters, stepping back and looking up. "My bad." As soon as the words leave his mouth, he realizes who it is that he's run into.

"Taeyong?" It's Johnny. Because of course it's Johnny. Not only is it Johnny, but it's Johnny who very clearly looks like he's just woken up. Worse, when Taeyong first ran into him, Johnny was very much half-asleep, but as he gives Taeyong a onceover, Taeyong sees how he suddenly starts waking up to process the smattering of marks that are all over Taeyong's neck and the fact that he had just come out of Ten's room.

"Why are you asking for Taeyong?" a voice cuts in then. It's Doyoung now emerging from his own room, still also dressed in last night's clothes. As he approaches, Doyoung sees that his own question is answered when he, with Johnny, starts processing that Taeyong is presently in front of them looking very disheveled and very clearly freshly fucked.

The silence is deafening.

"Wait," Doyoung starts. "Don't tell me that last night-" Taeyong cringes. "That was you?"

Taeyong can feel the blush creep up his neck. "Uh?" is what he comes up with.

"Oh, gross," Doyoung says, squinting at him. "You didn't."

Taeyong frowns, offended. "Hey," he says, feeling defensive. "I'm allowed to fuck around, too? How come you guys are the only ones allowed to have any fun?"

Johnny, noticeably, has been silent the entire time. Rather than saying anything, rather than giving Taeyong a hard time, rather than cracking a joke or a smile or a smirk, he wordlessly disappears back into his room and slams the door so hard that frame shakes.

Doyoung and Taeyong just stare after him.

"What the fuck," Doyoung mutters. "Wonder what's up with him."

Taeyong can't help but wonder the same. But mostly, he can't help but wonder if it has anything to do with him and Ten and whether Johnny heard anything from the night before.

The next week, Taeyong is in his Economics lecture with Mark. The class has just ended, when Mark turns towards him. "Hey, wanna get a gyro or something?"

Taeyong nods as he packs up his bag, shoving his notebooks inside it without much finesse. "Sure," he says absently. "Should we stop by Doyoung's and see if he wants to come with?"

At the mention of that, Mark tenses a little. "Shit, dude. You couldn't pay me to go over there." He lets out a laugh then, shaking his head like Taeyong told the most ridiculous joke he's ever heard.

Taeyong stops then, confused. "Wait, what?" He looks up at Mark, picking up his backpack to sling it over his shoulder. "What do you mean?"

Mark looks back at him, as if trying to figure out if Taeyong is joking or not. "Wait, did Doyoung not tell you?" Taeyong just stares at him, clearly not understanding what it is he's missing. "Dude, Taeyong."

Taeyong just stares at him blankly. "Mark, seriously. What're you even talking about, man?"

Mark walks with him out of the lecture hall and as they open the door to sunlight, Taeyong has to squint to look over at him. "Doyoung told me that Ten and Johnny got in this big ass fight and they're, like, not talking to each other right now."

Taeyong stops walking then. "What?"

Mark just nods knowingly. "I know. Fucking crazy, right?"

"What the fuck," Taeyong mutters. His head is spinning. It's actually spinning. He feels like if he thinks about what Mark is saying more than he already is, he's going to combust and explode in a tiny million little pieces. He chews the inside of his cheek nervously. "Did Doyoung say what about?"

Mark shakes his head. "Nah man, he has no idea. Guess he just came home one day and Ten and Johnny were deadass just, like, screaming at each other in the middle of the living room and wouldn't even tell him what about. Crazy."

Taeyong feels slightly nauseous. He can't help but think of the way that Johnny looked at him that morning he came out of Ten's room and didn't say a word, how he just slammed the door so hard the frame seemed like it was going to crumble from the force of it. Was that him, though? Was it even possible that he was the reason Johnny and Ten were having it out at their apartment? It's not like he and Ten were even exclusive, were even consistently doing anything. It was just a little bit of fun. And yet, Johnny seemed more affected by it than Taeyong expected him to be. Or really, the thing was that Taeyong really didn't expect him to be affected at all. It's a lot to think of. And maybe he's just speculating. But still.

Fucking crazy, right?

On a random lazy Sunday, he's with Ten in his apartment (since, evidently, Ten's is a newly shelled warzone). They're lying in Taeyong's bed, the window open as they pass a joint back and forth between them. As Taeyong takes a long pull and sucks the smoke deep into him, he pulls Ten closer to exhale into his open mouth. Ten drags his fingers down Taeyong's bare chest, letting out a satisfied hum. They've filled the afternoon by being impossibly high and fucking through all of it, but Taeyong feels like he can go again with the way Ten keeps sucking marks onto his collarbone. Taeyong pulls him up to nip at his jaw, heavy-lidded eyes looking up to watch his face.

Ten laughs then, pushing him off gently. "Cut it out," he murmurs. "You're gonna get me hard again."

Taeyong just hums at that, leaning in to kiss down Ten's chest, mouthing over one of his nipples. "That would be the goal, yes."

Ten just lets out a rough moan, which seems to win out over the eye roll he was trying to give. "Ugh, fuck," he mumbles, before taking the joint back from Taeyong. He takes a long puff from it as he watches Taeyong's mouth make its way down his chest, all the way to his stomach. Taeyong feels a hand tug through his hair, pushing him lower, lower, lower, until he's taking Ten into his mouth and swallowing him down.

Afterwards, after Ten comes in his mouth and he's swallowed down every drop, they clean themselves up and continue lying down in Taeyong's bed, content with the how they spent the day. Ten grins at him. "This is fun."

Taeyong just scoffs, but returns the grin easily. "I know. I was thinking the same thing."

Ten is quiet for a moment, watching Taeyong, when he speaks again. "You know, me and Johnny fought about you."

Taeyong looks over at him then quietly. He turns over on his side so he can see Ten's face fully. "I know. Mark didn't tell me what it was about, but I had a feeling."

"Yeah," Ten sighs. "It was..." He laughs a little, but there's really not much humor behind it. "He didn't like that we fucked. Said that I should've known that he had a thing for you, and it was fucked up that we hooked up." Ten shrugs. "So. That was what that was about."

Taeyong doesn't say anything, trying to process everything that Ten is telling him. It should feel like relief, maybe, or cathartic. After all, he knew he had a thing for Johnny, too. But. There's this lingering thought now though - it's like he got everything he wanted by getting the confirmation that Johnny reciprocated the attraction, and it's not like that wasn't something he was hoping for for awhile now. But. Even though what he and Ten were doing wasn't anything serious, it doesn't really feel right to suddenly abandon this thing that they have just because Johnny is feeling some type of away about it and they have this mutual attraction.

Ten shifts then. "Look, Taeyong," he starts. "I know this isn't a thing-"

"It is a thing," Taeyong says then, interrupting him. "I know it's just...for fun, but. It's a thing. Too. It's a fun thing."

There's a soft look in Ten's eyes when Taeyong says this. He inches closer, wrapping an arm around Taeyong's middle. Taeyong leans forward then, giving him an impossibly gentle kiss.

"Okay," Ten says then, quietly.

They look at each other then, and Taeyong can see that maybe they're thinking about the same thing, maybe that they're on the same page. Maybe, just maybe, he thinks, everyone can get what they want.

It's Doyoung's birthday, and against his better judgment, Mark has offered his frat house as the place to host the festivities. Unfortunately for Mark, this means that everyone and their mom, dad, sisters, and brothers all get invited, and by the time Taeyong gets there with Ten, the house is absolutely packed.

He's barely able to squeeze through the crowd to find an incredibly fucked up Doyoung, who wraps him in a bone-crushing hug. "Taeyong!" he yells out at him. "You came!"

Taeyong grins. Doyoung had to have been at least six drinks in. "Of course I came, Doyoung. It's your birthday after all."

Doyoung starts babbling something incoherent over the music and Taeyong just nods like he understands. He's decidedly not drunk enough for this and if he wants to get on Doyoung's level, he needs at least six shots and a whole wine bag to get there. Next to him, Ten produces a solo cup that completely full of a concoction made up of what looks like every liquor known to man with a splash of fruit punch. "You're an angel," he says to him gratefully. He and Taeyong clink their cups together in a cheers before Taeyong tosses most of it back, much to Doyoung's delight. Ten grins at him, clearly already having started on the shots while Taeyong was entertaining whatever story Doyoung was trying to tell him. It's then that Taeyong slowly starts passing Doyoung off to Mark so that he can finish his drink and let Ten crowd him onto the dancefloor. Sure, it was Doyoung’s birthday, but it wasn’t fair to let him be the only one having any fun.

Ten turns then so his back is up against Taeyong's chest. Instinctively, Taeyong's hands drift to his waist, pulling him closer against his hips. They grind together slowly, Ten reaching up an arm to wrap around Taeyong's neck. Whatever was in the cup was clearly already taking effect because Taeyong doesn't pay any mind to the people around them when he leans down to fit his mouth against Ten's urgently. Ten meets him then with a crushing kiss, panting softly into Taeyong's mouth. It's then that he murmurs, "He's watching us, you know." Ten continues grinding back onto Taeyong, and Taeyong looks up then. Over the crowd, he can see a familiar pair of eyes on them, burning something venomous behind them - Johnny.

Instead of looking away, instead of looking guilty, Taeyong meets his gaze, unwavering. Slowly, with Ten's eyes finding him as well, he smirks.

"Think he gets it?" Ten murmurs into Taeyong's ear. Taeyong glances back over to Johnny and it kind of feels like the venomous look isn't as strong anymore. Rather, it’s replaced by something akin to confusion or curiosity lining his features instead.

"Dunno," Taeyong replies. "Maybe we can make it a little more clear." He leans down then, his mouth licking slowly down Ten's neck before kissing down the column of his throat. He stares at Johnny the whole time and though he can't see, he knows Ten is doing the same thing while grinding his hips back into Taeyong. It's then that Johnny's eyes widen a little, watching then more avidly this time. Taeyong can see that someone is trying to grab his attention, trying to make a move on him, but Johnny is distracted. He's clearly trying to give this person some of his attention, but Taeyong catches his eyes drifting over both of them and lingering longer than he should be.

"Think he got it," Ten mumbles then, leaning up to slot his mouth against Taeyong's. Taeyong only grins then, kissing Ten more insistently in response. Before he can even register it, there's someone in front of Ten now, and Taeyong doesn't have to look up to see it's Johnny.

"Am I interrupting?" he says in front of them, his head tilted.

Ten looks up at him and smiles gently. "Not at all. You're just in time, actually." He pulls Johnny closer, bringing his arms up around his neck so that he's swaying with them to the song, matching their movements. Johnny takes that as his cue to press closer to Ten so that he's flush between both Johnny's hips and Taeyong's. His eyes meet Taeyong's then, and there's a moment where the burning in his eyes returns, but there's nothing malicious behind them. Instead, they're full of nothing but want and Taeyong can see how it's not just reserved for him this time.

Ten leans up then, whispers something in Johnny's ear. Johnny just looks back at him, then at Taeyong, and nods once. Ten smiles then, satisfied. He turns back to Taeyong. "Come on," he says with a smug grin. "We're getting outta here."

The ride back to the apartment is notably quiet. No one has said anything since they'd left the party and said their goodbyes to Doyoung, who was too smashed to really even notice. He was staying with Mark, obviously too far gone to even make the trek home, and Taeyong doesn't think he's ever felt so grateful for Doyoung being a lightweight.

By the time they get inside the apartment, Ten announces that he wants to smoke a little. It's in his room then that he's rolling a blunt before fitting it between his fingers and lighting it. They're all lounging on his bed, passing it back and forth between the three of them, no one saying much of anything. In spite of this, they don't have to say a word because everyone knows what's going to happen next.

Eventually, it's Taeyong who makes the first move. He leans over to Johnny, who looks up at him with heavy eyes. Taeyong nods then, watching his mouth. Before he knows it, Johnny is leaning into him, taking his hips into his hands as he fits their mouths together. Taeyong's lips part instinctively, and Johnny licks into his mouth, eliciting a soft moan from Taeyong. Ten, from where he's lying and smoking, watches them with a satisfied hum. He sets down the blunt and comes over to lean in, tugging at Johnny's hair before Johnny is in turn kissing him with just as much urgency, panting into Ten's mouth. It's so much, Taeyong thinks. It's more than he wanted and more than he could've imagined, but it's so good.

It's not long before they all discard their clothes, leaving them forgotten on the side of the bed. Taeyong's already had a taste of Johnny, getting down on his knees in front of him just moments before and swallowing him down until the back of his throat was raw. He took turns with Ten to suck him down, both of them licking him eagerly on either side of him. It's hot, Taeyong's clouded brain supplies. It's almost too hot, too overwhelming, and Taeyong knows that after this night, he can't just go back to what he's used to.

How can he, really - he can't, actually. He really can't - not when Johnny and Ten have him on all fours and he's letting Johnny pound into him mercilessly like this while Ten is in front of him fucking the back of his throat over and over. It's so much, it's so good, and Taeyong feels like every inch of his skin is absolutely on fire.

"Fuck," Johnny moans, snapping his hips deeper and deeper into Taeyong. He's gripping Taeyong's hips with both hands and absolutely railing him. It's almost feral, the way that he keeps pounding into him with no semblance of holding back, no indication that he intends to let up for even a second. It really feels like Johnny is actively trying to rearrange his guts, and all he can do is hang on for dear life. There's sweat glistening from his brow, shining off of his chest, and it's so much.

Ten is watching him with heavy lidded eyes as Taeyong moans around his cock. He leans up, raking his nails down Johnny's chest before pulling him into a bruising kiss. "Fuck him harder," Ten murmurs. "I like hearing him like this." His eyes not leaving Ten's, Johnny does exactly as he's told and completely abandons any self-control in favor of pounding into Taeyong as hard as he possibly can. Taeyong just moans loudly then, gasping out Johnny's name as he gets wrecked again and again, gripping the sheets beneath him.

"Ugh, that's hot..." Ten breathes. Taeyong can tell Johnny is smirking then and it just makes him arch his back even more. He's so close and it's all so much and he can't possibly take anymore, he thinks.

"Please," he gasps out. "So close..."

Ten pulls out of his mouth then after Johnny looks up at him. It's then that Johnny pulls out, much to Taeyong's disappointment. But, that disappointment is quickly replaced by satisfaction when Ten gets him on his back and sliding into him until he's buried at the hilt. It's then that Ten is the one who starts snapping his hips into him, railing him even harder than Johnny did. The headboard is smacking against the wall with how hard Ten is pounding him, making Taeyong absolutely wail and he's just so glad that Doyoung is safely at Mark's house to avoid hearing him like this. Then, Taeyong is arching his back and he's coming hard now, making a mess between him and Ten, but Ten isn't stopping, isn't letting up. Johnny is stroking himself over Taeyong's mouth and it's so much, it's so much and before he can even process any of it, Ten is filling him up with Johnny coming right after him, right on his face.

It's so much.

It's so much.

No one says anything. No one can say anything. They're all reduced to gasping and panting and trying to catch their breath. Ten collapses on top of Taeyong first, with Johnny following him after to Taeyong's side.

"Holy fucking shit," is what Johnny manages to gasp out.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Taeyong can't even talk. He's so fucked out, so blissed out that nothing can even come out of his mouth. Instead, he turns his face towards Johnny and gives him a soft kiss, one that's so gentle that Johnny might not have even registered it. But Johnny does, throwing him an equally as soft smile in return. It's then that Taeyong turns to Ten right after and does the same. And like Johnny, Ten just looks at him with a soft expression on his face, reaching up to brush his thumb against Taeyong's bottom lip. They lie there together like that, and after they've cleaned up and showered and fall back into bed together, Taeyong allows himself to be pressed between Johnny and Ten until they drift away to sleep.

Before he's finally lulled away by his dreams, Taeyong starts to think that maybe he can get used to this.

(The next morning, there's a bang at the door.

Doyoung stands in the entryway, looking down at the three of them curled together in Ten's bed.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," he groans. "Fuck all of you." )