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I always knew I was a masochist. Among other reasons, dropping out of school to get my GED at 16 so that I could take care of my senile grandmother, deciding to wait tables at the only 24 hour diner in town (off the books until I was 17, of course) and then continuing to work there after my omega scent came in at 17. But I decided the most obvious self flagellation had to be when I turned 18 and was legally allowed to work past midnight, and my manager asked if I could take over the graveyard shift so 3 other waiters and the assistant manager didn’t have to keep covering it, and my dumbass said yes.
The other reasons I’m a masochist aren’t relevant right now.
So, there I was, after a month on graveyard shift, clocking in to what I was sure was going to be another boring, humiliating night. Humiliating during the bar rush, boring until the morning truckers.
“Oh, hey Sungie! Grandma give you trouble tonight?” Sana had spotted me putting my apron on. As the hostess, her bubbly personality was beneficial on the floor, and normally she and I got along like a house on fire, but tonight I wasn’t feeling it.
“Hey noona, nothing like that. I managed to get her meds in in time, and she only sundowned a bit. I just had some stuff to work on.”
A lie. I played on my phone until I was almost late. Peniel never had a problem with me coming in early when she went to bed on time, and normally I’d be here to catch the end of the dinner rush. But after a month of this, it was wearing on me.
“Well I hope you got everything sorted! Honestly, you didn’t miss much, been pretty slow tonight.”
“Eh, it’s karaoke night at Lester’s so I don’t know if that will last.” I flash her a grin, so she won’t question it. She smiles back and pats me on the shoulder, turning to head back to the front where a couple of teenagers had just walked in.
I head around to the front to see what I’m dealing with, and Momo looks positively relieved to see me.
“Jisungie, hey, I’m so glad you’re here!” Uh oh. When I raise my eyebrow at her in question, she clutches her hands to her chest and tries to look pitiful. “It’s just that I have this expo coming up, and the instructor ran us ragged today, so my feet are killing me. And he wants us in at 6 a.m. tomorrow to rehearse!” I cross my arms over my chest. “There’s only three tables, other than the kids that just walked in, and they’ve mostly been taken care of! Two should be leaving soon, and the other guy’s been here for a while, he’s no trouble! Pleeeeease?!”
I let her see me thinking about it. Two tables already taken care of means the tips without the work, and she’s desperate enough to give me that. The kids that just came in would’ve been mine anyway. The guy who’s been here for a while shouldn’t be a problem, but just in case…..
“What’s with the squatter? He’s just chilling? Or is he a weirdo?”
“Alpha, but no weird vibes, he’s been on his phone scrolling most of the time, polite but quiet. Pleeeeeease, Jisungie!?” She gives me big eyes and a ridiculously dramatic pout, so I sigh loudly.
“Fine, transfer them.” And I roll my eyes just for effect. She squeals and gives me a quick hug before heading to the computer.
“Ok, so 14 and 16 have their checks, they’re just conversing over dessert, and 10 says he’ll be here longer, so just check in every once in a while. He has coffee, and he got some nachos earlier, but I don’t know if he’ll even get anything else.” I hum in acknowledgement as I head out to get the new table’s drinks. They all want soda, and I’m not holding my breath on much more than that, given their high school uniforms and the D'n'D board one just pulled from his backpack. On a school night, scandalous. Sana seated them at 12 to be out of the way, so on the way back, I pass the squatter’s booth. Might as well get this part over with.
“Hey there! I’m Han! Momo-ssi is headed home for the night, and I’ll be taking over, ok? Let me know if you need anything!” The alpha is startled out of his revery/hyperfocus/daydream about the photo currently pulled up on his phone and stares at me during my spiel.
“Oh, um… ok.” He turns back to his phone and swipes to a different picture of what looked like the same person.
“Okie dokie then.” I murmur to myself as I duck behind the bar to get the drinks for the kids. And it turned out that I was right that that would be all they would be ordering for now. And Momo was right that the other two tables were winding down because they left soon after and both left decent tips. If only Momo hadn’t been so tired. Oh well!
That left me with the squatter and the nerds. Not that I had anything against nerds, but it made complaining about them in my head easier.
Minhyuk was the cook tonight, but since there wasn’t anything for him to do, he was hiding in the back. And no one else had come in. So here I am, bored out of my mind at 11 o’clock at night. I might as well bother somebody. D'n'D isn’t my thing, and I’ve never seen this alpha before, so new guy it is.
“Who’re those guys?” I’d slid up the banister behind him to see what he was so invested in, and this time it was a group selfie. He jerks the phone down and jolts his face towards mine, eyes wide.
But whatever he was going to say would have to wait, because just then the door jingle goes off and I have to greet the new people walking in. As usual, the karaoke crowd from Lester’s Bar 'n' Grill (one of only two bars in town) keeps me busy for the next couple of hours.
Changbin came in with the third group, and I sighed in relief internally. The second table had been loggers, but he wasn’t with them, and it can be hit or miss with those guys; on a scale between harmless flirtation and sexual assault, you never really know what you’re gonna get.
But Changbin was a good dude. Two years ahead of me in school, he was the son of the owner of the logging company that basically kept the town up and running since it employed half the town and brought in contract workers regularly. He worked full-time as a foreman there, training to take over from his father while doing online classes to get a business degree, so the workers he hung out with kinda had to take him seriously, but you wouldn’t know it with how loud and obnoxious they all were. Loud and obnoxious was fine, though, and drunk alphas typically tip well when you flirt with them a bit. As long as nothing got out of hand, drunk loggers were actually my favorite since I could mess with them. And as long as I did it with a smile, they thought I was being cute.
This group was big enough that I had to push three tables together in the middle the diner, and they were in top form tonight, loudly declaring dumb shit like “this is the best diner in the country cause it’s got the cutest waiter” and talking over each other trying to give me their orders without everyone even being seated yet. Lovely.
“How about I start you guys off with a round of waters, ok? You all stink of beer.” The laughter ratchets up a couple decibels and I turn to do just that, but one of them decided he didn’t want to wait and grabs my arm, hard. I freeze, then whip my head around.
“How bout instead of water, you take our orders like it’s your job, sweetcheeks?” He reeked, and not just of beer. His breath smelled like whisky, but his smell was rank, now that I was focused on just him. It was like, seaweed, maybe, and I was halfway to gagging when I saw Changbin get up.
“Yah, let go of him, asshole.” The alpha turns his head (not very gracefully, but he managed) without letting go.
“He’s the waiter, so he can wait. What’s your problem?” Now that he wasn’t looking at me, I could breath a little bit. Ok, how does this not end up in brawl? I have to swallow my pride, that’s how. Greeeeaaaat.
“If you let go of me, I’ll gladly take your order, sir. I was only trying to give you gentlemen a chance to get settled and look over the menu, if you’re ready now it’s no problem. If you’d please take your hand away so I can get my notebook?” I pitch my voice a little higher and manage to get most of it out without the tremble that was threatening. He took a second to process what I was asking, then looks down at his hand on my arm like he’d forgotten it was there, thinks for another second, and lets go dismissively.
“Yeah, pancakes, I want pancakes.”
Changbin was still standing, and I shake my head at him a little, before bowing slightly and walking briskly away. His way of helping had a tendency to escalate, and I did NOT need broken furniture and dishes tonight. Not to mention, I had it handled, thank you very much.
Before grabbing the waters, I poke my head into the kitchen and ask Minhyuk for a short stack, pronto.
“You ok, Sungie? Need me to throw him out?”
“It’s fine. I’m fine. This is the job, right?” He sighs and shakes his head before turning back to the grill.
Yeah, this is fine. Not masochistic at all….
That was the low point of the night, though. Changbin kept the guy in check, and the rest of the guys seemed to have sobered up at the exchange so they behaved themselves. Got a big fat tip as an apology, too, which helped.
As I was bussing their table, I noticed the guy at 10 had managed to slip out unnoticed. I’d kind of forgotten he existed between the loggers and a fussy college kid who wanted to know all the nutritional information for anything he was thinking about ordering. Fearing a dine’n’dash, I checked the table before finishing the big one, but he’d stuck some bills under the coffee cup. I felt a little guilty, I don’t think I’d checked on him in like, an hour. Woops. Oh well.
Link to diner layout (because I can't figure out how to embed the actual picture): https://www.deviantart.com/flandeezy/art/Dennys-layout-detailed-1239031964
Notes:
Sooo, whaddaya think so far? I'm sorry if it's a little confusing with all the random characters, I'm holding out bringing in the rest of the members as main characters, and I wanted to do some world building with this chapter and next one, sort of show the chaos and dynamics of waiting tables. So I pulled BtoB members and Twice members to be side characters, and they're kiiinda based on real people (Peniel is a way better assistant manager than mine, but Minhyuk is pretty accurate, loved that cook).
Also, I have an internal monologue, and it turns out about half of the population doesn't have that, so I'd love some feedback on how this internal narration with running commentary came across to someone who doesn't have an internal monologue.
K thanks byeeeee!
P.S. The layout of the diner is very clear in my head (cause I was actually there) but if anyone wants a diagram or something, let me know, I'll whip something up. Edited: I posted the link to a diner layout at the end of this chapter.
Chapter 2: Ladies Night
Summary:
Another day, another dollar. Jisung signs in to another night at work after a good day's sleep to find that our mystery man has returned. Thursday nights are Lady's Night, meaning a moderate bar rush with less problematic patrons, and long stretches of boredom, which leaves Jisung plenty of time to get to get know this pensive person.
Notes:
I couldn't wait a week.
Ok, couple notes on biology that are kind of in the tags but may not be as definitive as I need them to be: I went with the trope that omega males are born with penis and little testicles, vagina (and a g-spot) but no clit, while alpha females have a clit and a knob type thing that can make a knot and ejaculate, but not a penis per se. The alpha female biology probably won't be relevant at all, but I wanted to clarify.
I went with this option because 1: I'm a girl, and I felt more comfortable accurately portraying positions and angles associated with vaginal sex, as well as g-spot orgasms, (I've read plenty of fics and watched plenty of stuff, anal will be in the sequel, don't worry); 2: later on we're going to have not 2, but 3 alphas who would very much like to be inside Jisung the same time; and 3: I'm kind of hoping to be able to explore the cultural and sociological impact of one subgender have both a g-spot and a prostate.
Ok! In this chapter we get some more world building and the bulk of Chan's (relevant) backstory. Oh, and the structure of this story is that Chan is currently in the "alone as a trainee" part of the Stray Kids journey. The order that Chan meets the main characters is (mostly) the real world timeline, even tho it's told from Jisung's POV. That's why I needed 3racha to be established first, because that's what pulls Chan back from the dark place.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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The next day went better. For starters, Nana got sucked into the Jeopardy re-runs I put on and I managed to get a decent amount of sleep on the couch. Sleep makes everything seem better. And then she was so into her show, she barely noticed when I fed her the yogurt with her meds in it. And since she hadn’t noticed, and was still engrossed in the endless “what is” <insert random shit here>, she didn’t fight falling asleep in her recliner. I was able to tilt her back, put the blanket over her, and head to work. Best case scenario these days, and I’d caught up on sleep to boot.
So when Jeonyeong’s wilted, soggy chamomile scent greeted me after I logged in, I went into immediate “solve” mode.
“Noona, hey, is everything ok?” She was leaning against the dishwashing area, hugging herself. But she glances up when she hears me and tries to smile.
“Yeah, Jisungie. It’s just… you know that dog we found the other day?” I nod slowly. They’d found a dog on the side of the road three days ago, apparently hit by a car but not dead yet, and she’d been hopeful that he’d pull through. Her only response to my nod is to clutch at her stomach and stare at the ground. My stomach sinks and I gently step forward.
“Do you want a hug?” She hiccups, then opens her arms and steps forward.
After about a minute of her trying not to cry into my shoulder, she pulls back, wiping at her face quickly.
“Thank you, sweetheart.” I just nod with a sympathetic smile. I mean, what else could I do? Just then Sana poked her head around the door.
“Hey, noona, I’m sorry but there’s another… oh! Sungie, you’re here! Umm…” She trailed off, looking back and forth between us.
“I’ll take it, noona, it’s no problem.” I pat Jeonyeong on the shoulder and flash Sana a grin. She huffs like Jeonyeong isn’t still trying not to cry right between us.
“Fine, but it’s that same guy from last night that just sat around all night.”
Oh, the guy I asked a (from his reaction) super personal question about and then ignored for who knows how long? Perfect. The grin stays while I tilt my head dramatically.
“Have fun!” She dips out. I don’t blame her.
After making sure Jeongyeong was functional, I step out to face my embarrassment from last night.
“Hey there! So sorry about last night! What can I get you this evening?” He blinks up at me for a moment.
“Um, just the coffee, thanks.” I nod/bow and scurry off. Ok, so maybe he doesn’t hate me completely.
When I bring him his coffee, his phone is nowhere to be seen, and he smiles at me. That’s different.
“Here you go! And again, sorry, I wasn’t trying to be nosy. I just have a habit putting my foot in my mouth.” His smile goes sideways a little and I get a whiff of soggy pine.
“Ah, it’s alright, I was just startled.” I nod and begin to turn but he wasn’t finished. “They were supposed to be my pack.” I turn back to him and lean against the barrier, hook my thumbs into my apron pockets and wait, my eyebrows a little furrowed. I’m hooked now. He’s staring at the cup of coffee in his hands like he’s not even seeing it now. “They were ahead of me in school, but I followed them around like a lost puppy, ever since boarding school. 13, first time away from home, alone in a new country. They took care of me, showed me around. And then they went to college and I was on my own, but it was ok because I knew how the school worked by that point. And I had some other friends. But none like them. So I graduate, get into the same school, and everything’s good. Everything was fine….”
I shift a little and he looks up.
“I’m sorry, you probably don’t want to hear all of this.”
“No, no! I’m a curious cat, ask anyone. Besides, you’re my only table right now and I feel bad about ignoring you last night.” He chuckles at that.
“Nah, I was fine. And you had enough to deal with.” He shoots me a look. Suddenly the carpet is veeeery interesting, and I subconsciously pick at my long sleeve that I’d worn to cover the bruise on my arm.
“Ahh, you saw that huh? Eh, it was no big deal. I was way more worried about Changbin throwing down in the foyer.”
“Was Changbin the guy who grabbed you?”
“No no no! He’s the guy that yelled at that guy!”
“Ah. Well. I’m glad he stepped in, because I was about to.” I look up, confused. He takes a long drink out of his lukewarm coffee, and then says, “No one deserves to be treated like that.” I can feel my ears turning red, and I rub my arm, embarrassed. His faint pine smell has a hint of smoke in it now, as he takes in the long sleeves and the way I’m rubbing over the spot I got grabbed. He looks at me and raises his eyebrow.
“Hey, he was drunk and it wasn’t too bad. It’s in the past! No biggie!” His expression softens, but he doesn’t say anything. “Um, so, I should probably get back to work, I’ll be around with more coffee every once in a while, ok?” He nods, and I do that.
Today was lady’s night at Baton Rage (the other bar, and yes the name is a pun, don’t ask) so the bar rush was spread out pretty evenly, with more mixed-gender groups and girl groups of all three subgenders. I like lady’s night. The girls aren’t as handsy and the guys are more interested in the girls. Weird how your subgender determines your reproductive abilities, but primary gender still plays such a significant role in behavior, especially in social situations.
I’m musing over this as I bus the last of the tables to leave around 1am, feeling very intellectual. Hey, I dropped out to work, not because I couldn’t handle school.
Finally, the tables are clean, Minhyuk is putting in the last load of dishes, and I have nothing to do. So, I wander back over to the barricade in front of the kitchen and rest my elbows next to table 10 again, just like I did last night. He notices me before I can surprise him again though. He’s learning.
“Yo yo yo, wassup bro.” He snorts and shakes his head a little. “So, why are you in here? Two days in a row, coffee and a snack,” I gesture at the half eaten sampler platter, “for hours, just staring at your phone. It’s giving creepy vibes, not gonna lie.” I give him a lopsided smile in case he didn’t realize I wasn’t being serious. Some people don’t get my humor. He leans back, resting his head on the back of the booth so he doesn’t have to strain his neck to look up at me.
“Car broke down. The shop said the parts won’t get in for a week, minimum. I’m staying at the hotel.” He crosses his arms over his chest and stretches his feet under the table. “Being alone all day isn’t good. Not for me. I don’t know anyone here, but I couldn’t stay in that hotel room by myself all day. It just… the thoughts start swirling and there’s nothing to stop them. I tried working, but everything that comes out just feeds back into it.”
Wow, I am so in over my head with this conversation.
“What do you do for work?”
“Music. I mix it on my computer and I have a little portable studio setup.”
“Oh wow! That’s really cool! Anything I’ve heard of?” He smiles ruefully.
“Nah, I haven’t actually released anything yet. That’s what I was going to school for. What we all were going to school for. We were all gonna be in a band together, that was the plan. But I was still in school and they went for it, signed contracts, released an album. They’re on tour right now, actually.”
I want to ask what group soooooo bad, but I hold it in. I can be good sometimes.
“And I’m happy for them, I really am, you know? They’re living the dream. It’s just that, I thought I was a part of that dream, and it turned out they didn’t see me like that. And the cherry on top, is that I didn’t find out until none of them came to my graduation. I call and they’re all, ‘Omg, I’m so sorry, there was a concert so we couldn’t make it, we’ve been so busy, we forgot.’ None of them said anything. Not that we’d been texting much that year, but still.”
A loaded pause, and I almost try to change the subject but he continues. “So I took what was left of my college fund and decided to go on a roadtrip. Clear my head, work on my own music. But four days in and the transmission falls right out of the car. So I’m stuck here, in the middle of nowhere, with no friends, no family, no purpose, and a rapidly dwindling bank account, wondering if I’ve wasted my entire life only to end dead in a ditch in a town that’s barely big enough to be called a town.”
His voice had risen slightly towards the end and the smoke had come back into his scent, along with what I think is burning leather. I stare at him with huge eyes. What do you say to that? But he looked at me and sighed.
“Sorry, I know you don’t actually care.”
I beg your FINEST pardon. But before I could figure out how to tell him just where he could stick THAT comment, he starts looking around, sniffing.
“Is something burning?”
I sniff and turn towards the kitchen, but nothing seems off. Then it clicks. Woops, didn’t mean to let that out, my bad.
“Oh, no, that’s just me. Powdered sugar and maple syrup.” He takes a moment to process that, and then his face does something funny.
“So that’s why it always smells like french toast in here? It’s not actually french toast?”
“Guilty! Put me in handcuffs officer!” This startled a laugh out of him, and then he looked at me thoughtfully for a moment.
“That’s a really nice scent. I’m Chan, by the way.” He sticks his hand up at me and I have to go up on tippy toes to reach over the barricade to shake it.
“Jisung, and thank you. Yours is pine and… leather?”
“Yeah. Wait, I thought your name was Han?”
“Ah, that’s my family name, but I use it as a nickname cause it’s short’n’sweet, just like me!” I strike a flower pose just to drive the point home and am rewarded with a chuckle.
“Well, Jisung-ssi, I’m sorry to have dumped all that on you, it was a lot.”
“Aish, please don’t use ‘ssi,’ that’s for old people, respectable people!” He shakes his head with a smile, and I put my elbows back on the barricade, folding my arms inward and resting my chin on them. “I didn’t mind, really. I like hearing peoples’ stories, especially people from out of town. You know, you may be stuck here for a week, but I’ve been stuck here my whole life. I’ll probable grow old and die in the same house I grew up in, waiting tables till I’m 60 in this backwater town.” He has the grace to look embarrassed. “But I am sorry you were abandoned like that. I’ve never had a pack so I can’t say I know how it feels, but I can hazard a guess that it sucks.” The corner of his mouth twitches, but I can’t call it a smile. And then he does this quick nod that I take to mean ‘thank you for saying that’ and then he’s staring at his coffee cup again.
I don’t know if the silence is awkward or it’s just me that’s awkward. While I’m trying to figure out something to say, he perks up.
“Actually, I have a question. Do you know of anywhere cheaper than that hotel? Like a room to rent or something?”
“Ahh, not really. I mean, the logging company puts their seasonal hires up in billets near the warehouse, but I don’t think they’ll let you stay there without being a worker.” He nods, disappointed. Then Minhyuk peeks his head out from the cook line and asks me for help reorganizing the walk-in, and I resign myself to death by frostbite. When I come back out, Chan’s gone, bills stuck under the coffee cup, just like the night before.
Notes:
I tried really hard not to make Chan's former group the bad guy (because they're not) but I didn't have a bad guy to pin it on (Ahem, JYP, cough, cough), but it really was a series of misunderstandings and assumptions. Nobody's fault, but it still left Chan adrift without the entire life he thought he had ahead of him and the people he considered pack. Ah, life.
If you hadn't guessed it, Jisung's defense mechanism against awkward or tense situations is either humor or brushing it off like nothing. And he's an unreliable narrator.....
Chapter 3: Friday Night Fever
Summary:
Friday night is the busiest night of the week, and it looks like the universe has decided that it's Jisung's unlucky night.
Notes:
Ok, the plot is plotting! Buckle in!
Lol, it's not really that bad, but this is the catalyst for the good stuff, so without further adieu...
Chapter specific tags: mild panic attacks, emotional hurt/comfort, non-graphic violence
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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By the time I get my grandma to sleep the next night, I’m late. I jog the mile long dirt road to the diner, arriving out of breath and dusty. Sana raises her eyebrows at me but I just waive at her, still panting. Friday nights tended to be the busiest for second and third shift, more people out and about since there’s no work the next day. I always wondered why Saturday wasn’t the busier day though, since the only thing I want to do after a work week is sleep. But then, I’m not most people.
And today was turning out to be no exception. Sana went home at 10, as usual, but Jeonyeong stayed with me and Momo until it died down around midnight, even though she was scheduled off at 10 like Sana. Momo was the last to leave, just around 1, but she double and triple checked that I was fine before going.
And I was fine. Lesters’s closed at midnight every night, so that rush had already happened, and I was down to two tables and Chan, back at his usual spot at table 10. Baton Rage closed at 2 on Fridays, so I still had that, but it’s fine. I’m fine.
Until a guy comes in and sits at the bar like he owns the place, right on the first stool, so I’ll have to walk by him no matter which entrance I take to get behind the counter, and starts pumping out his garlic and cilantro scent to the entire restaurant.
I’m dropping off the check to the couple at 17 and they wrinkle their noses. I make a face and wave my hand in front of my face, then give a little ‘sorry’ and make my way behind the bar. Before I can even start my little spiel, he starts.
“Coffee. And brew a fresh pot, I know you leave the pot on the burner forever and serve burnt coffee and charge full price for it. Eggs, overeasy, and when I say over easy, I mean over easy, not sunny side up, not over medium, over easy. Hashbrowns, make sure they’re crispy, that soggy shit makes me want to puke. Bacon, not burned this time, I don’t know how you people can fuck up bacon. Biscuits and gravy, but I swear to god, if that biscuit is stale I will dump it on the ground.”
All the while pumping out his scent so hard my eyes were watering. It didn’t smell like pre-rut, but he was posturing like I’d insulted his mother. And mind you, I’d never seen this man before in my life.
“Well? Don’t just stand there!” I bite my tongue before I get myself in trouble and turn to brew the fresh pot of coffee. After a couple moments, I hear him muttering to himself, “Yeesh, with that waist and that ass, it’s hard to tell he’s a boy from the back…”
Perfect. Yup. Just what I need.
I make a break for the back as soon as the button is pressed on the coffee machine. Partly to hide, and partly to track down Changsub, the weekend cook, and attempt to explain this guy’s order before I even put it in the computer. When I find him, his response at least gives me a chuckle.
“What a fucking asshole. You should piss in his coffee.”
Yeah, I wish.
But I did still have to go out there and pour his coffee in the first place. Shit.
Aaaaand it went about as I expected.
“Did you take a fucking smoke break? The coffee’s been done for ten fucking minutes already, I’d tell you to brew a new pot, but I’m not about to wait that long!” I hadn’t even been back there for more than five minutes.
“Sorry sir, I was making sure the cook understood your order.” I pour the coffee and set it down as far from him as I dare, along with the sugar and cream dish.
“What’s to understand? Cook the food right. Is that too much to ask for? Or is your ass the only thing you’re good for?”
“Hey!” Burning pine tries to edge out the garlic and my eyes really are watering as Chan gets up and takes a step towards us. My face is on fire my fingers are numb. “What the fuck is your problem?”
The guys turns towards him and gives him a once over.
“Aw, pretty boy has knight in shining armor. Cute. You gonna defend your boyfriend’s honor, little guy?” Chan looks at me, but I’m still frozen, trying to figure out how to get out of this.
“You shouldn’t treat people like that.”
Ok, he’s sticking to his guns. I relax just a tad, enough take a couple slow side steps towards Chan.
“Sir, if you don’t tone it down, I’m gonna have to ask you to leave.” Changsub has excellent timing, sliding the plates across the bar himself. I hadn’t even noticed him come around the corner.
“Pfft. Whatever. Thin skinned sissies. Can’t even take a little criticism? Fine, whatever.” But he practically mumbled it, and started poking at the food, so Changsub made a little ‘get out of here’ gesture and I made my escape, deciding I’d be on my bathroom break for the foreseeable future.
But after a couple minutes of sitting on the (closed) toilet, my heart rate still hadn’t come down and I was trembling. So I go to the sink to splash some water on my face, but my reflection stops me; I’m pale and my eyes are bloodshot. Jeez, I’m a fucking mess.
“Get it together, Han. This is the job. You can handle this, you’ve handled worse.” The pep talk isn’t working. I think it’s the smell, I can still smell the garlic. Blegh.
The bathroom door opens and I flinch and shift backwards, but Chan steps through and I let out the breath I’d held.
Awkward. That’s my middle name. 100% percent true, it’s on my birth certificate.
He stands in the doorway and looks at me. “Is it ok if I come in?” Uhh, what? Ok, play it cool.
“Yeah man, I was just finishing up! It’s all yours!” And I turn the water on and start washing my hands. But he doesn’t head to the stall, just lets the door close and looks at me.
“You gonna be ok?”
“Please. That guy was nothing, stuff like this happens all the time. I’m fine!” Ok, I look like death warmed over, but I’m hoping he takes the hint and drops the subject.
“You don’t look fine.” Darn. “And you definitely don’t smell fine.” Shit, I thought I’d reigned that in better. “You know, it’s ok to not be fine sometimes.”
I don’t have a good response to that. So I stare at him. If he’s gonna push it, I’m gonna make it awkward.
“You don’t deserve to be talked down to like that. I mean, no one does, but you seem like a good person, and good people deserve good things.” Ok, nobody panic, I’m good, I’m not going to cry. Who is this guy? Who says that to someone they barely know?
“You don’t know me.” I try for flippant and failed miserably, it feels like my throat is rebelling against my lungs.
But he just smiles a little. “Do you want a hug?”
No, I don’t want a hug! I’m not a 12 year old girl!
Is what I would have said if I had been able to say anything, but all I can do is give a jerky nod, because I do actually want a hug. Please don’t tell anyone.
I turn towards him and he wraps me up and holy shit it’s nice. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.
Shit, I’m crying. He rubs my back and I let that pine take over, the leather is warm, and he’s warm, and holy shit this is nice.
After a couple of minutes (I think, who knows) I pull back with a sniff, and he lets me go. I wipe my cheeks and sniff again.
“Ok, this never happened and you never saw me.” He sees right through it. Wonderful.
“Call me if you need anything, ok? I know it can be hard to ask for help, but I’m here if you need me.”
“For how long?” It slipped out, I didn’t mean to bring that up. It’s just that, when people say ‘I’m here for you’ they never mean it, or at least not for long. And he’s literally just passing through. I don't have his number, for fuck's sake. His face falls a little.
“Ah. I guess it depends on how long the car takes. If it takes too long, I won’t have money for gas to leave town.” It took me a second, but I huffed out a laugh. Just then there was a knock on the door, and Changsub yelled through the door to stop making out because I had a table. I blushed scarlet, and I got back to work.
Turns out the asshole had scarfed down most of the food, declared it the worst meal he’d ever eaten, and dipped. Good thing I never put his order in the computer. Changsub had already cleared the dishes and opened some windows.
Changbin came in with the same crew as Wednesday (minus the douchebag) about half an hour later looking like he’d been in a bar fight. The others didn’t look banged up, though. Weird. As I’m pushing the tables together, I can’t help myself.
“What the hell happened to you?” He rubs the back of his neck shyly.
“Ah, hey Hannie. Um, you know the guy from last time?” I just raise my eyebrows at him, still moving chairs around. “Well, I went to fire him, and he kind of… came after me with a crowbar.”
That stops me cold, holding a chair in the air and everything. “What?”
He shrugs. “I was gonna let him off with a warning and an apology to you when he sobered up, but he flat refused. Started saying some really, um, not nice things. About omegas in general, and you in particular. So I fired him.”
This chair is starting to get really heavy, I really should set it down.
“He wasn’t even that good of a worker, it’s really no big deal. Couldn’t take me down even with the crowbar. Why are you looking at me like that?” Now I can move, so the chair can stop tearing my arms off. I focus on putting down silverware so that I don’t have to look him in the eyes, and notice the rest of the crew are oddly quiet.
“You didn’t have to do that.”
“He was an asshole, and I don’t need people like that on my crew.”
“I had it handled.” This came out softer than I intended. Too many people were standing up for me, it was getting weird.
“Han, he was outta line, it’s the principle of the thing. And if you think about it, you actually did me a favor, getting him to show his true colors like that.”
“A fav- he beat the shit out of you!” Woops, I forgot I’m not supposed to curse at work. Oh well. But Changbin just laughs.
“Eh, it’s not as bad as it looks, and I hit him back twice as hard. With my fist, which turned out be a good call, since using a crowbar is assault with a deadly weapon.” My jaw drops. “Yup, dude’s up on charges. All because he didn’t want to apologize for being an asshole.” Everyone was seated at this point, but they didn’t seem to be in a hurry this time, which was good because my brain was s t r u g g l i n g. “All in a days’ work!” I blink and shake my head.
“That’s a lot of drama for a shortstack…” The table bursts into laughter, and Changbin asks for a round of waters, so, off to work again.
Prison. Boy, when I said ‘Changbin would handle it’ I just meant that he’d keep the guy in line while they were in here. But disciplinary action? And an APOLOGY? And then firing him when he wouldn’t. And then pressing charges…. Well, that one’s not really on me, it was Changbin that got attacked by the guy.
Tonight is a weird night.
Around 3, Changbin and his group were getting up to leave and Chan waves me down.
“Hey, do you think you could introduce me? I thought about what you were saying about the loggers and the billets. I was thinking maybe I could get hired on for a bit.” I shrug and we follow them out the door.
“Changbin! Hey, hold up!” He turns and walks back. “Hey, so this is Chan. He’s stuck in town until his car gets fixed and is in desperate need of money and lodgings.”
Chan looked at me, horrified. “Desperate….” It came out more like a squeak than an actually word, and I just grinned at him.
But he cleared his throat, schooled his face, and turned to a smirking Changbin. “Yeah, it’s just that the hotel is eating into my savings and at this rate I’ll starve to death before the part arrives, so… yeah.” He laughs nervously. Changbin crosses his arms and looks Chan up and down. “I mean, I couldn’t help but to overhear that you’re down a worker, so I thought I’d shoot my shot.”
That caught Changbin’s attention and he looks at me. I smile and nod. He turns back.
“Alright, I’ll bite. Have you ever worked-“ All of us smell it at the same time and freeze. Rancid, rotting seaweed.
Chan spots him first coming around the corner and pushes me behind him, and Changbin starts towards him, then stops, putting his hands up.
“Out on bail, fuckface. You think you can get away with that shit? Gonna rearrange your insides for what you did to my face.”
Kinky.
I peak out from behind Chan, and the dude’s face was indeed rearranged. But what had stopped Changbin was the rather impressive knife the guy was waving at him.
“Get Han inside and call the cops.” Changbin’s voice is remarkable calm. My fingers are going numb again. Second time tonight. That’s gotta be a record.
“Ooh, he’s out here already? Good, saves me from having to go inside to get him. You all are staying put, and when I’m done with you,” he gestures at Changbin with the knife, only a couple feet away at this point, and then swings to Chan, “and whoever that guys is, the waitress and I are gonna go somewhere quiet and get acquainted.”
Shit shit shit shit shit. Shit.
The next second, everything starts moving. Chan turns, grabs my hand, and starts pulling me away from the building. The guy lunges towards us. Changbin grabs at his arm. And then the ground must have moved because I trip and fall. If there was an award for badly timed clumsiness, this would have gotten it. But Chan manages to pull me back up before I’d really hit the ground. He lets go and points down the road.
“Run!” And he’s off to help Changbin, who was in a standoff now. If I wasn’t frozen in place with my brain full of static, I’d be offended at the implication.
It was touch and go for a minute, but they manage to knock the knife out of his hand and wrestle him down onto the ground.
The cops show up soon after, apparently Changsub had come looking for me and called them. It was nearly 4am when they finally left, taking the alpha with them, still struggling but handcuffed in the back of the car.
“You’re like, a trouble magnet. That’s gotta be some kind of secret ability.” Changsub grins at me and ruffles my hair, laughing when I duck away. “Go home, Sungie. We’re closing tonight, I’ll clear it with Eunkwang in the morning. Don’t worry about sidework or bussing the rest of the tables, I’ll handle it.”
I don’t know what to say to that, so I just smile and try to look grateful.
Chan wanders over.
“Hey, are you good to drive?” I have to laugh at that.
“I walk to work, man, I don’t have a car.”
“Oh. Ah, how far is it?”
“About a mile down that road. I have a bike, but the chain broke, and I haven’t gotten around to fixing it.”
“Ooh, a motorcycle?”
“Bicycle.” I smile ruefully at him, and he just nods.
“Well, in that case, um. Would you mind…. may I walk you home?”
My eyebrows shoot up. “Town is in the other direction.”
“I know, I just… tonight was a lot, and I want to make sure you get home safe.”
I don’t want him to walk me home. I mean, I want him to walk me home, but I don’t want to want him to walk me home. Dammit, I’m a strong, independent omega who don’t need no man!
“Yeah, ok.” Ah, well. I tried.
Notes:
Aww, Chan's hugs heal all, and they're bonding over shared trauma (not the same thing as 'trauma bonding')! Adorable! Wonder how that will play out in the next chapter.... hmm....
Side note, waiting tables (and customer service in general) is a physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausting line of work. Please treat your service workers well. To quote the movie Waiting: Don't fuck with the people that handle your food. Ok byeee!
Chapter 4: Off work early, what to do with the time.....
Summary:
With the adrenaline, cortisol, and all those other pesky stress chemicals still buzzing in his system, Jisung is accompanied home. But when he gets there, he's not entirely sure he wants to be alone.
Notes:
Ok, now we get to the juicy part! Ooooh, this was so much fun to write!
Character specific tags: explicit sexual content, oral sex, vaginal fingering
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We start walking, and the silence is less awkward this time. But I still only last about 3 minutes.
“Soooo, written any good songs lately.”
“Ah, well, actually, yesterday I got kind of inspired, came up with something halfway decent.” He pauses and I make a little ‘go on’ gesture. “Um, it’s not a happy song, but… it was important. It’s about the whole…” He makes a vague gesture.
“The pack that ran off to follow their dreams and left you high and dry?”
“Ha! Uh, yeah, that.” He’s smiling now, but it’s a sad smile. “It felt good to get my feelings out there. Kind of freeing.”
“Ew, feelings….”
He laughs for real at that. “But yeah, but it was, I don’t know, cathartic, I guess? I’d been trying to work on happier, like, upbeat songs, but just ignoring stuff doesn’t make it go away. You know?”
“Eh. Works wonders for me.”
“Yeah, well. Thank you.”
“What did I do?”
“Well, telling you about all that stuff, sort of, put it in perspective, I think? It felt good to talk about it, kind of released the pressure, in a way. And you didn’t laugh it off. Made me think, maybe, it was valid, how I feel about everything. Does that make sense?”
I nod, but I’m glad it’s just us and the moonlight, no streetlights, because I can feel how red my ears are.
“So anyway, thank you for caring.”
At this rate, he’ll be able to tell how red I am even with just the moon.
“Ok, but is the song good though?”
“Heh, if you like slow sad songs, yeah, I think it’s pretty good.”
“Then you’re welcome!” That earns me a real smile, and damn, even in the dark his face lights up with it. We continue in silence, but every once in a while, he shifts over so his shoulder bumps mine just a little.
When we finally get to my front door, I hesitate.
“Um. Would you like to come inside? My grandma’s sleeping so we’ll have to be quiet, but I have snacks.” I’m trying to be chill, I promise I am. He looks surprised, and I’m a little relieved. I mean, I’m pretty sure he’s not a dick, but it’s nice to know he didn’t expect anything for his chivalry. But he recovers well, shrugs and then nods, and we go inside.
I feel like I’m 16 again, sneaking around, trying not to wake up Nana while getting food. It’s a little funny, and if giggling wouldn’t have lost us the game, I definitely would have. But we’re quiet and manage to get upstairs to my room with sodas and cookies (that may or may not be past their expiration date) without issue.
But standing there, looking at the sad, musty nest on my bed, suddenly I don’t know what to do. Chan shuts the door behind him and turns the light on, then sees me staring at the nest.
“Ah, it’s cool, can I sit here?” He points to the bean bag chair in the corner, and I realize he thought I was worried about him reacting to not being invited in.
“Oh, um. That’s fine.” But I don’t want him to think that’s why I was frozen…. “Actually, it’s just…. I haven’t been up here in like, a week.” He looks confused at that, and I don’t blame him. “I work while Nana’s asleep, so lately I’ve been sleeping on the couch so that I can wake up if she needs something. Or does something.” He nods, understanding, then his eyebrows furrow again.
“Does something?”
“Ahh, so, she has Alzheimer’s. So, she can be a little… unpredictable.”
He doesn’t seem to know how to respond to that, and honestly, I’m not sure how I want him to respond.
“So that’s why you put up the bullshit?” Turns out, that was exactly how I wanted him to respond. Wow, he put that together quickly. I sit down in the desk chair across the room from the bean bag.
“Basically, yeah. That job pays for her meds, to help her sleep at night and to keep her comfortable. And graveyard sucks, but it’s better than being gone while she’s awake. I’ve child proofed everything, and there are knob things on all the doors so she can’t open them and wander off. But still, it can get kinda hectic until the Ativan kicks in….”
“But… when do you sleep?” By this point, he’d sunk down into the bean bag, and was opening a bag of chips.
“That’s why I sleep on the couch. So I can wake up whenever she needs something or, like, starts fighting the furniture, or whatever.”
“That’s really amazing.” And it’s not fair. He’s looking at me with those big brown eyes, face lit up like I’m Mother Theresa. And I can’t handle it anymore.
I’m up and across the room before I can question it. Except, looking down at him, staring up at me, now I’m not sure how to continue.
“Chip.” I hold my hand out. Perfect cover, nicely done!
But he doesn’t fall for it, and instead grabs my hand and pulls me down on top of him. I end up straddling him, hands braced above his shoulders. He hesitates then, searching my face for... well, probably consent.
And yeah, I’m feeling it. So, I smile and lower my face until we’re a hair’s breadth from our lips touching. Whatever he sees in my eyes must have reassured him, because he pushes to close the distance.
And wow, he knows what he’s doing. His tongue gently presses against my bottom lip after a few moments, and I meet it with mine. His hands have finally come up to gently hold my waist, but when he bites my lip, I can’t help the moan that escapes. He pulls away, breathing a little heavy.
“Is this ok?”
Aw, bless his heart. You’d think my sent would give it away, but for good measure I grind down on him so he can feel my semi, and he chokes a little.
“More than ok.” For good measure, I slide one hand down his torso to rest over his (already hard) dick and give a little squeeze. He bucks a little and chokes down a moan. I smirk, then lean back down to continue the tongue wars, while snaking my hand under his shirt to find a nipple, pleasantly surprised by the abs I find along the way. I mean, the shoulders were obvious, but abs don’t show up under clothes. Then he pushes me up a little.
“Condoms?” Wow, that’s ambitious of him. But actually, wait, valid.
“I’m on birth control.”
He freezes.
“Ah, I had a boyfriend, and like, I had a six month supply, so I just kept taking them…”
He processes that, and then looks at the bed, and looks back at me. I roll my eyes, and go to stand up, but he grabs my pant leg like I’m trying to run away. I pat his hand, trying to look coy, and slowly take my shirt off. He doesn’t let go, but his grip softens as his eyes follow my shirt being pulled up and then thrown to the other side of the room. And then his eyes are practically glued to my waistline, and I’m reminded that he is, after all, a man. So I gently peel his hand off of my pants, and pull backwards, until I’m leaning against the bed and he’s leaning against me.
He looks at my nest again.
“It’s alright. You can come in.”
You’d think he won the lottery with how his face lit up, and I almost, ALMOST, rolled my eyes. But I actually want him to follow through, so instead I lift one leg behind me until my knee is on the bed, shift my weight, and repeat on the other side. He follows, and we end up with him above me, his legs between mine, and his hand hovering over my chest. I almost roll my eyes AGAIN, because come on, bro, just take me already! But at the same time, my rational side appreciates the need for confirmation.
So, I slide my left hand up his thigh until I can squeeze his dick through his pants, while my right hand starts unbuttoning my pants.
And that does it. His hand grips my pec as a shaky breath is forced out of him, and he claims my mouth again, tongue plunging in with no preamble. I manage to get my zipper down, and he breaks away, only to take the hand that wasn’t currently squeezing my chest down to grab the wrist of the hand on my zipper, pull it up over my head, and press it into the mattress.
Am I that easy to read? Seriously? Because the noise that comes out of me is not cute. Or masculine, in any way, shape, or form.
I can see it on his face when he realizes what that did to me, but he doesn’t say anything. Just trails his hand that was on my chest lower, until it’s sliding under my boxers.
Good thing I’d already unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, huh?
Because when he grabbed my dick… not stroking or anything, just holding… goddam. It’s been WAY too long. And the moan that rips out of me seems to tell him exactly that, because he slides his hand down a little farther until he finds what he’s looking for and wiggles his fingers a bit, just to tease.
“Been a little bit, hasn’t it? Or are you just sensitive?”
I want to be sarcastic, but his fingers are playing around a very sensitive area, while his thumb is still hooked over my very hard dick, and his other hand presses my hand even more forcefully into the mattress.
So the best I can manage is a whimper. Very manly.
He smirks. The audacity.
But then he’s moving his thumb from around my cock and using his wrist to pull my underwear down, letting my dick pop free while never lifting his fingers from my labia and simultaneously sliding the hand pressed into the mattress down closer to my side, without letting go.
And when I tell you gushing is an understatement…. I could smell the French toast, heavy powdered sugar and sweet maple syrup, filling up the room, and I could feel the wetness covering his fingers.
Apparently, he could too, because that smirk does not leave his face. He shifts his body lower, until he can plant a gentle kiss under my clavicle, looks up at me, and sinks an entire finger into my vagina.
My head is thrown back almost without my permission, and the moan that rips itself out of my throat is criminal.
Then when I feel him shift lower and pull his finger out, my head pops back up. I don’t think I look panicky, because that's not what's happening, but it’s somewhere in that vicinity. Where is he going?
His face is near my crotch, but he catches my expression.
“Is this ok?”
I flop back down onto the bed.
“Yes, yes. Yes yes yes.” And it is. As shitty as the last few days have been, I feel like I’ve earned a little fun. And even though I don’t know him all that well, Chan has this sort of protective aura around him. Makes me feel like he’ll take care of me. I hate that I like that, but it is what it is.
So, I wiggle around to help him get my pants and boxers off one handed, cause he won’t let go of my wrist with the other (not complaining), and he slips his finger back inside. I let out a breath that sounds like a sigh.
And then his mouth is on me and a second finger is pressing inside and I can’t breath. My left hand reaches down to grip his hair, not moving, just trying to ground myself, and I can feel his smirk against my pelvis. Ugh, men. And he hadn’t released my right hand yet, even now when my whole body tensed and it tried to move with the left one. This guy is gonna be the death of me.
The breath I’m holding comes out in a shaky gasp and he starts to move, fingers in and out in time with his head going up and down. I’m not small, for an omega, but he doesn’t seem to be having any trouble taking all of me, hollowing his cheeks and swirling his tongue like he’s trying to suck my soul out through my dick. In an embarrassingly short amount of time, I feel the beginning of an orgasm creeping up.
“C-close… I’m close, fuck.”
And this bastard stops. He pulls up until just the head is in his mouth, and his fingers stop, still inside. The frustrated whine I make brings back that godforsaken smirk, and my hand clenches in his hair.
“No… no, please, please….” I’m not above begging, sometimes. But instead of complying, he just curls his fingers up.
Oh.
Wow.
I’m halfway off the bed and my thighs are clenched around him and somebody is making a high pitched keening sound and I think it’s me.
It’s when he shifts up a bit to give his arm more room to move that I know I’m dead. My left leg had ended over his shoulder without me realizing it, and he shifts to his left to hold my other leg down on the mattress.
Then he’s hammering his fingers in and out (still curled against that spot) as fast as he can while sucking gently on just the tip and licking into the slit.
I arch so hard I’m worried I’ll throw out my back. I’d be staring at the headboard behind me if my eyes weren’t clenched shut, and this continuous moan is pushed out of me, almost low enough to be a growl.
My whole body starts shaking and I’m making those ‘ahh ahh’ noises that always sound so fake in porn, but I am not in control of anything right now.
It takes about thirty seconds before I’m cumming so hard my vision starts going grey around the edges, whole body locked up, lungs unwilling to cooperate.
And this sadist doesn’t stop. His fingers slow, but he keeps milking my head, swallowing everything down.
It’s only when I start shaking with the lack of oxygen that he pulls off and out, Cheshire cat grin on his face, and I can gulp down air like a fish out of water. The aroused pine and maple syrup is so thick in the air that I feel like I’m literally trying to breath in maple syrup, and I have to cough as I catch my breath, boneless and completely limp under him.
He has the audacity to chuckle before asking, “You ok over there?”
I try to flip him the middle finger with my left hand, but it just flops around on the bed. Useless.
Still smiling, he pulls back, untangling himself and finally, finally letting go of my wrist. While I continue to breath like I just ran ten miles uphill, he finds a package of baby wipes on my desk and brings the soda I’d opened earlier. Sliding his hand under my upper back, he manages to sort of scooch/pull me back until I’m propped up a bit and he holds the soda to my mouth so I can take a sip. Because I haven’t figured out how to get my arms to move yet. Setting the soda down, he gets to work cleaning up. His hand first, and then he pulls my legs apart again, wiping my inner thighs down and I can feel my face burning because I definitely could have done that part myself, dammit. Later, though. Not right now, unfortunately. When he’s finished with me and thrown the wipes away, he looks at the puddle on the bed, pondering.
“I’ll do laundry later, don’t worry about it.”
“Welcome back to the land of the living.” He says it like he’s trying not to laugh. I scowl at him, and he almost loses it. I feel about halfway back to being human again, so I haul myself up until I’m sitting and make grabby hands at my tshirt that was thrown across the room. He makes a face like ‘duh, I should have thought of that’ and grabs it, going back to fish my boxers out of my shorts while I struggled with the tshirt. I manage, but it was a close call. Once I’m no longer naked, I sit cross legged on the bed and lean back against the headboard. Chan had taken the desk chair and was munching on his chips, looking smug.
“What, and I cannot stress this enough, THE FUCK.”
He giggles. GIGGLES. The audacity. But between the adrenaline and the endorphins and the absurdity, I start laughing too, and for a full minute both of us are laughing until our sides hurt.
“Ahhh, it’s… it’s just a little trick I picked up, ehe.”
“Well, you should patent it. Fuck. That was fucking insane. I’ve never cum that hard in my life!”
He does a little bow from the chair. “Happy to be of service.”
I just shake my head at him, and he tosses my package of cookies at me. Halfway through the first cookie, I stop.
“Wait, you didn’t….”
“It’s fine.” He waves me off. “That was worth it, I don’t need anything else.”
“Not really fair tho.”
He starts to reassure me again, and a banging sound comes up from the bottom floor. He looks at me, alarmed, but I just shake my head and move to get up.
“It’s fine, it’s just Nana. Stay here, I’ll get her situated.”
Other than sniffing suspiciously (I don’t blame her, I probably smell REALLY interesting), she’s calm this morning, and I get her going on The Brady Bunch and her s’mores poptarts.
By the time I’m finished with that, Chan has come down the stairs with an armful of bedding.
“I stripped the bed, but I don’t know where the washer is. I piled your nest on the bean bag chair, I hope that’s ok.” I stare at him incredulously. He looks concerned. “I’m sorry, I d-“
“You’re kind of perfect, aren’t you?”
“Wha…?”
“I mean, you really are the whole package.” I shake my head as I wave for him to follow me to the laundry room.
Laundry sorted, he makes the bed while I take a quick shower, and when I step back into my room, in fresh clothes and toweling my hair, he has his things together and nods at me.
“Well, I’ll take off so you can get some sleep. See you at the diner tonight?”
I cock my head and lean against the door frame. “Do you want to go?” He stops, blinking in surprise. “You said you don’t want to be alone, and… I wouldn’t mind the company.” A shy, happy expression slowly takes over his face and his cheeks are pink.
“Really?”
I smile at him. “Really really.”
So, he strips down to his boxers and undershirt and crawls into bed after me, cuddling up to my back and draping an arm over my stomach like we’d done this a million times.
He didn’t start up round two, which surprised me. I thought about starting it up for him (since he hadn’t gotten his), but it had been a really long night, so I let the soft sound of his breathing lull me to sleep just as the sun started coming up.
Notes:
Sooooo, whadya thiiiink? Jisung's had a rough time lately, I thought he deserved a treat!
This is the first sex scene I've ever published, and the first one I've written in years, so any feedback would be greatly appreciated!
Chapter 5: The Morning After
Summary:
After throwing him a boon, life kicks Jisung right in the face.
Notes:
Note on word choice: I decided to use Eomma the term for alpha female who does not carry they child, to streamline the narration; Oppa is used for omega male who does carry the child. I know that's not what they actually mean, but "non-birth mother" just doesn't roll off the tongue. Also, I'm no expert on honorifics, and I've peppered them in when it fit while leaving them off when it didn't seem relevant to cut down on the chance of looking dumb, hope that's ok.
Chapter specific tags: medical emergency, probable medical and legal inaccuracies, Alzheimer's disease, discussion of Alzheimer's and it's effects
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When I lazily force my eyes open, the afternoon sun is coming through the window. That was probably the best sleep I’d gotten in a month, and I don’t want it to stop, but the memories of the night before flash through my head and now I’m wide awake. Chan is a warm, solid presence behind me, his arm holding me to his chest even in his sleep, his scent wrapping me like a glove.
Maybe he heard the change in my breathing, because he stirs, pulling me even tighter against him and nuzzling the back of my neck. Then he stiffens.
“Is this ok?” It comes out gently, hesitant.
Is this ok? I’m not sure. My ex rarely stayed over, and when he did he’d end up starfished while I stole all the blankets. We cuddled to watch movies, but to have stayed the whole night like that, that was new. And who did Chan think he was nosing before realizing it was me, because the way he froze… and he definitely mastered that technique with someone else, because you don’t just pop out of the womb know how to do something like that. But overall, I felt good. Safe.
“Yeah, it’s ok.” And I wiggle a bit and lay my arm over his to prove it. He’s quiet for a moment, then takes a deep breath in.
“You smell like breakfast and it’s making me hungry.” I let out a bark of laughter, and he gives my middle one last squeeze before letting go and getting out of bed. We start getting ready for the day in comfortable silence, until,
“Jinyoung-ah! Jinyoung-ah!!!” and my head snaps up. Chan looks at me confused.
“My grandfather’s name. Hold on a sec.” I head down to my grandma’s room to see what she needs and find her kneeling on the floor holding her side. She looks up as I rush over. “What happened, did you fall!?”
“Ah, Jiyongie dear, go and get your father, he needs to take me to the doctor. My stomach is burning.” Shit. I look her over and there’s no signs of injury or a fall or anything. Fuck. Chan peeks his head around the corner, and I look up without knowing what to say, just as she hunches forward and screams in pain. I’m holding her around the shoulders and bajillion thoughts are whirling around in my head. Chan’s reached us at this point, and squats down.
“Do you want me to call 911?”
Ah, yes. That. That is something we can do. Yes.
I nod shakily.
By the time the ambulance gets there (it takes a while, the hospital is in the next town over) she’s lying on the floor in the fetal position, making pain noises and calling for my grandfather.
I let them do their thing, they get her calmed down and loaded into the back of the ambulance and I climb in and sit down. Chan stands in the doorway as the paramedic gets in and I look at him. I don’t know what my face is doing, but it can’t be anything good because his eyes widen and he inhales sharply.
“Ma’am, can I get in too?” She goes to turn him down (it’s policy, we both know that). “It’s just that my car is in the shop and he doesn’t have one and I’m new in town so I don’t know anyone that can give me a ride and he….” He looks over at me, and then I look at her, and apparently whatever he saw on my face is still there, because she lets out an exasperated sigh and waves him in.
I shouldn’t be as relieved as I am. As he climbs in and finds a place to sit on the floor, it’s like the ice that is in my spine melts a little and I can breath again.
Turns out she’d swallowed one of those little plastic swords that you stick through a sandwich to hold it together. I can’t figure out where she got it, since she hadn’t been out to eat in months, and that’s not something that I would ever use in a sandwich. But four hours of surgery later, and the doctor comes around to let me know that it had become lodged in her small intestine and perforated the intestinal lining. He told me it was a good thing I was home at the time, because the plastic sword could have done a lot of damage with the way she was moving around. That bit made me go pale.
What if I hadn’t been home?
That’s always been a concern, and I hate leaving her alone, but I can’t afford to put her in a nursing home.
An hour after that, we’re in her recovery room waiting for her to wake up, and a different doctor walks in.
Chan had stayed with me the whole time. I was annoyed at how much I appreciated it, but what can you do? He found a vending machine, got us snacks and water, helped navigate, reminded me to call off work (Peniel had heard what had happened the night before, and was near frantic on the phone, trying to make sure I was ok, and assured me he had no problem covering for me. Love that guy). I’m starting to wonder if it was a coincidence that his car broke down when and where it did, or if he was actually a secret agent sent to spy on me, because the timing was so perfect.
I don’t know what I would have done if he hadn’t been here to help. And I hate that, but after the last few days I'm too emotionally battered to do anything about it.
When the doctor walks in, I’m resting my head on Chan’s shoulder, watching him play a game on his phone. We both straighten, and he makes a little ‘down’ motion with his hand, pulling another chair over and sitting across from us.
“Han-ssi?” I give him a little wave and he focuses on me. “Han-ssi, I’m Dr. Song, the resident head of the hospital.” I nod. “May I ask how long she’s been exhibiting signs of Alzheimer’s?”
I shift slightly and look at the ceiling, trying to think over the fuzziness in my brain.
“I think, maybe… three years ago? At first it wasn’t too bad, but when she started needing meds, that’s when I had to drop out of school.”
“It says in her chart she’s been on lorazepam for two years now.” I nod again. “And how old are you, Han-ssi?”
“Oh, uh, 18.” I’m staring at the floor because I can feel Chan looking at me. Dr. Song must have noticed his expression.
“Before we go any further, you, sir, are…?”
“Bang Chan.”
“And you’re here because…?”
Chan doesn’t know how to answer that, so he just dithers a bit and looks at me. Hmm, what are we. Eh, keep it simple.
“He’s with me. It’s fine, I don’t mind talking about this stuff with him here. Just think of him as my emotional support blanket.” He looks wounded for a minute, but his ears are pink and his smile is soft when he turns back to the doctor.
“Alright, moving on then. Is there anyone else living in the home you share with your grandmother?”
“No.”
“Any friends or relatives in the area that would be willing to stay with her when you’re not able to?”
“No.”
“Any relatives farther away that could be convinced to move back in?”
My voice is really small when I say, “No.” I know what he’s trying to say. He must see how I’ve hunched in on myself, because he scoots his chair closer and leans forward.
“Han-ssi, your grandmother is at the point where she needs 24/7 care. I understand you’ve been trying very hard to take care of her yourself and from what I can tell, you’ve done a remarkable job, especially at your age. The nurse told me you’ve been working nights, so that you can be home when she’s awake?”
Another small nod. I’m trying really really hard not to cry.
“May I ask why you haven’t put her in a nursing facility?”
“Can’t afford it.” My voice sounds like it’s fighting to get out, and Chan reaches over and grabs my hand, squeezing gently. Fuck, I’m gonna cry.
“She’s on Medicaid, correct? You know they cover this?”
I look up at him. “They said they didn’t when I called.”
“Hmm, well there are requirements, but I think you’ve met them. Or at least, you have now, since one of them is that a doctor recommend round the clock care.”
I stare at him, eyes about to pop out of my skull, and then look at her, still out cold from surgery, and find myself nodding.
“There’s a couple of homes in town, would you like to see their brochures?” Nod. “Oh, did she give you power of attorney?”
“Ah, no. Um, I was too young when she could still do stuff like that, and by the time I was legal…” I gesture vaguely and he nods. “I’m the sole beneficiary in her will, though, she did that a few years ago, and I looked it over, it says that once I’m an adult I’ll be the executor of the estate, but I don’t know if that counts for anything. And not that the will is relevant right now!”
He smiles. “It may not be, exactly, but it does build a support argument for me giving you power of attorney since she is not of sound mind.”
‘Not of sound mind’ was kind of offensive, but now was not the time to be nitpicking legal phrases. He stands up, bows, and leaves, shutting the door behind him.
Chan is still holding my hand, and at some point he’d intertwined our fingers. I look down at them and he gives me a little squeeze, so I look up at him.
“Are you ok?”
I nod, but honestly I’m not sure how I feel. He hesitates a moment before asking, “So… there’s no one?” I turn in the seat so I can face him and lean my shoulder against the back of the chair.
“Granpa died of cancer before I was born, Eomma ran off when I was a baby, Uncle Jiyong got married young to this asshole who lives on the other side of the country who wouldn’t help us even if he was paid to.” I list off the absent people in my life like they’re a grocery list. I’d had to tell this story so many times, it didn’t really bother me anymore. The next one was harder, but the repetition helped. “My mom died when I was 11, hit by a drunk driver on her way to work.” He’s looking at me with… patience, I guess. No reaction, just ready to listen. It’s comforting.
“And then it was just me and Nana. And, yeah, it was kinda rough having to take care of myself and then her, but it had been just us for so long…. I don’t know, I guess I just handled it. You know, every little thing that started to go wrong, I could handle it. Meal’s on Wheels dropped off hot food a couple times a week and I make a mean ramen. I mean, she cooked before. When I was a kid and then after…. But somewhere around 8th grade, I think? She started forgetting things and having accidents. Not the toilet kind, she didn’t need diapers! But like, knocking things over because she forgot they were there. And using the wrong ingredients. We had a few dinners that tasted pretty funny, but then she almost poisoned us and I had to put locks on the cabinets so she wouldn’t get into anything at home when I wasn’t there.”
“Then sophomore year she started wandering. I’d get home from school and she’d be gone, find her halfway to the diner, saying she’s running late for book club. The cops had to bring her home a couple of times. So I looked up the home school laws, deregistered myself, enrolled in an online GED program, and child proofed the house and put those knobby things on, you know, figured out how to keep her there, and like, alive and shit.” He nods and starts rubbing the side of my hand with his thumb, still not saying anything.
“And then she starts getting antsy. Like when she can’t find something, or someone, or she thinks she needs to be somewhere. So Dr. Kim prescribed her some pills and it was fine again until her savings runs out. Between bills and food and copays… I had to work. Eunkwang, who manages the diner, had known me since I was a baby, he let me work for tips until I was old enough, and I’d gotten a system worked out with her, so barring a fall, I figured she would be ok. Turned 18, switched from 2nd shift to graveyard, and yeah. It’s not too bad, tips tend to be pretty good, so it works.”
He worries his bottom lip for a moment. “How long ago was your birthday?”
“A month.” My cheeks are pink, I can feel it. “Why?”
“It’s just… you had to grow up so fast. At 18 I was fooling around behind the bleachers and booing my friends at poetry slam night. You took on more than most adults can handle. Dropped out at 16, GED, and you’re rattling off phrases like “executor of the estate” and filling prescriptions. It’s incredible. You’re incredible.” My face is so hot it’s starting to hurt. “And like, I thought you were 20, at least. I mean, you’re little, and cute,” I pout at him and he smiles, “but you carry yourself well. You listened to my sob story and then gave me perspective on it. You move around that diner with like, authority, you know. Very much like an adult.”
I slap him in the shoulder with my free hand, but there’s no force behind it. “I am an adult! My scent came in almost a year ago, I’m not like, a kid, or whatever!”
He’s snickering. SNICKERING. Ugh. “I feel like a cradle robber.”
“I. AM. AN. AD. ULT.” Each syllable was punctuated by another hit to his shoulder and he’s having a giggle fit. I’m gonna kill him.
Notes:
If someone you know has Alzheimer's or dementia, my heart goes out to you. The hardest part of working at the care facility was when the families would visit, because I could see the pain in their faces.
Ok! The plot plotted again, I'll be back with a little more plot and then a segway into the big finale!
Chapter 6: Three's a Crowd
Summary:
After getting things settled at the hospital, Jisung returns home, Chan in tow, to hopefully relax after all the hooplah. But someone knocks on the door.
Notes:
Chapter specific tags: probable legal inaccuracies, mild sexual content, underage drinking. Woops, that should have been a main tag, brb...
PSA: I understand that consent is a concern when alcohol is involved, and I promise that everyone is very much on board with what is happening. Rum just greases the wheels a bit. I'm one of those people for whom social anxiety and self consciousness gets in the way of happy fun times, and uses (used, this was mostly in my 20's) alcohol to allow myself these experiences. Not always, but a lot. None of my experiences were harmful to my wellbeing, though, and if you have had a negative or harmful experience, please protect your self while reading this and the next chapter if that might be a trigger.
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We fell asleep in the hospital room around 3am. The next morning, Dr. Song had me look at the brochures of the two nursing homes and decide between them. And there was a mountain of paperwork: insurance for the surgery, consent forms, waivers, and before all that could be legitimized, a lawyer from the hospital legal department had to come down and get the POA stuff settled, and several of those things had to be notarized.
Nana did wake up briefly, and she actually recognized me this time, which was nice, but it was to tell me her stomach hurt real bad, so the nurse pumped the morphine drip a couple times and Nana drifted back off. The nurse assured me that was normal, and it was a good sign that she had woken up. And recognized me! That put a spring in my step.
When everything was finally worked out, and Dr. Song promised to keep me updated on her recovery and when they’d be moving her and stuff, we could head home. Chan pointed out that we were, in fact, carless; but there’s a shuttle that goes from this town to mine twice a day, and it’d be by in about an hour.
So we grabbed a late lunch at a taco stand, and the bus dropped us off at the gas station next to the diner at around 4 in the afternoon. I have Sundays and Mondays off, so we walked back to my house, showered, changed into comfy clothes, and were just settling in with popcorn to watch Howl’s Moving Castle (he’d never seen it. Blasphemy.) when there was a knock on the door.
We groan in unison and head to the door. I open it (it’s my house dammit) am surprised to see Changbin on the porch, holding a case of beer and… Olive Garden? We don’t even have an Olive Garden. And how does he know where I live? That’s unsettling.
“Hey, Hannie, I’m sorry to bother you like this. It’s just, after the thing, with the guy…” I nod. “Yeah, I was just worried, I guess. I stopped by yesterday but you weren’t here, so I called the diner and Sana told me about your grandma. Is she ok?”
“Yeah, she’ll be ok, they’re keeping her for a few days, though.” Gonna have to have a talk with Sana about giving out personal information over the phone.
“Oh good, I’m glad.”
“What’s with all the…” and I gesture to the stuff he’s holding.
“Ah, um… I thought, maybe, you might want some company?” He says it all bashful, and I kind of want to laugh, just to see his reaction, but I’ll be good. I honestly wouldn’t mind, and he brought Olive Garden, which earns him major brownie points. But I’m not alone, and I look to Chan, who had respectfully stayed behind the door. I shrug, he shrugs, I shrug again, and he steps around me. Changbin had already figured out I wasn’t alone, and he looked a little disappointed, but I noticed he didn’t seem angry it was Chan. “Ah. You already have company.”
“If Jisung doesn’t mind, then I don’t mind, Changbin-ssi. We were just about to watch some anime that he’s obsessed with, you’re welcome to join.” I turn to him, scandalized.
“Oh, Fruits Basket?” I turn back.
“Ok, you know what, you can both leave if you’re gonna be that way!” A chorus of ‘Nooo!’s and I relent.
As we head inside, Changbin points out that we literally took down a homicidal maniac together, so speaking formally seemed kinda silly. Chan chuckles, and after determining age, Changbin throws his arms out and yells “Thank you for helping me take down a homicidal maniac, Chan hyuuuuuung!” and then bear hugs him, picks him up, and swings him around. My ears hurt, but it was hilarious, and I’m still laughing at his face when Chan turns to me.
“You can too, if you want.”
Aw, cute. I sidle up next to him, cup my hand to his ear, and say low enough that Changbin won’t hear it from across the kitchen where he’s splitting some chicken alfredo into three bowls,
“You’ve had your fingers inside me. I think we’re a little past that. Hyung.”
Ears: bright red. Missions accomplished. He excuses himself to the bathroom, and I’m still smirking when Changbin hands me a bowl.
“Hey, Hannie, now that we’re alone…” Oh no. “I just want you to know, I’ve been watching you. At the diner.” Red flag. “And you… well, you’re not that silly, goofy kid you were in high school anymore.” Not earning yourself any points here, buddy. “It’s like, I didn’t know you that well, in school, and then you disappeared, and now I kind of regret not getting to know you back then. Because right now you’re looking at me like your about to throw that bowl in my face if I get any closer.” I set the bowl down. He’s kinda turned the conversation back to neutral, alarms aren’t blaring anymore. “I don’t know, I just… you grew up good. You grew up pretty. And I kinda wish I’d said something sooner. But Chan seems like a great guy, and I’m really glad he’s been here for you. That’s all I wanted to say.”
Ehh… pretty’s better than cute, I guess. And he saved it at that last bit.
“I’m glad he’s here too. You’re not so bad yourself, you know. I like it when you come in with the guys, cause I know you’ve got my back.” He puffs his chest out a little at that and I roll my eyes. “Ok, down boy.” And he deflates, crushed. I laugh, he starts laughing too, and I realize his defeated expression was a ploy. Ok, so he’s willing to pull jokes at his own expense. Good to know.
When Chan comes back, we’re sitting on the couch eating. I’m in the middle, his bowl and beer sitting in front of the empty spot. He looks askance at the open beer in front of me and crosses his arms. I deadpan at him and hold it. He folds first, sighing and shaking his head as he takes the seat next to me. Changbin seems rather pleased by that exchange.
Pine and leather on one side of me, cedar and grass on the other, and I can’t help but to think that their scents meld really well.
Round about the time Howl is saving Sophie from Suliman in the King’s castle, the beer runs out, and Changbin helpfully mentions that he has a bottle of rum in his truck. Chan gives him a look, and Changbin says, “The guys, you know,” and does a little push motion. “Soooo, rum’n’coke?”
“I only have the off brand stuff, but yeah, sign me up!” Chan looks at me, scandalized. I grin back, and Changbin goes to get the rum.
So, that’s how we end up sitting on the floor around the coffee table playing a drinking game. The movie had finished and none of us were ready to stop the party, someone (I don’t remember who) suggested ‘never have I ever.’ It started out innocent enough, ‘never have I ever cheated on a test,’ ‘never have I ever snuck out at night,’ but as we drank more, the statements escalated.
“Never have I ever had a threesome.” Chan and I ‘oooh’ in unison but nobody drinks.
“Hey! If nobody drinks, the questioner has to drink!”
“You haven’t enforced that rule before!”
“Ugh, fine. Never have I ever… been spanked. During SEX.” Chan wiggles his eyebrows.
But I take a drink, and they both look at me, eyes wide. Then look at each other and it's like that nightmare where you're on stage but you forgot your pants. Pine and cedar both reach me and ok, ok, enough. “Never have I ever been in love.” Instant reversal, and the pine goes soggy as Chan’s face turns guarded. I regret that one while he takes a drink.
“Never have I ever seen Han naked.” Changbin is staring directly at him, and I almost feel sorry for him as he takes yet another shot, Changbin’s face doing all sorts of things at the admission.
“Hold on. I’ve seen myself naked! That can’t count though, right?!” That breaks through the tension as they assure me that I don’t have to drink to that one. Somehow, my feet have ended up stretched out towards them underneath the table, and I reach out, pressing my foot against both of their knees simultaneously.
Both of them look down.
Then they realize that both of them looked down and look at me. Then at each other.
Rum is AWESOME.
I mean, I’ve been drunk before (hush), but never when there was so much tension. Cause like, the sizzle from my comment to Chan is there; it had faded during the movie, but now that we’re dancing around the subject, the phrase ‘your fingers have been inside me’ is bouncing around my skull like that old screensaver from the 90’s. And there’s this wary, testing sort of competitive vibe between the two of them. Ugh, alphas.
But it’s like the instinct to fight over something is there, but they’re suppressing it; the urge coming out in little micro-expressions that they push down to keep the mood up. They’ve both been stealing glances at me, mostly at my ass. I mean, it is one of my best features, but Chan will look, then glance in Changbin’s direction and quickly away, almost like he’s checking to see if he got caught. Changbin will look, and then look up at my face, expression a little guilty, like he’s trying to be good and sorry that he can’t help it.
Good boys should get rewarded. Ever since he backed off in the kitchen I’ve been stealing my own little glances, and how did I never notice how big his arms had gotten? They practically scream ‘pin me up against the wall,’ and I’m loosey goosey enough at this point to entertain the idea.
I love rum.
So they’re looking at each other, and I’m not sure how they reach an agreement unless they’re telepathic, but when they turn back towards me (slowly and in sync) they’re both wearing heated, hopeful expressions.
Oh goody.
But neither of them seem to want to make the first move, so I pull my legs back, stand up (with the coffee table’s help), and work my way around to stand next to Chan, only a little bit wobbly. He stares up at me, and I look over at Changbin, give him a little wink, then straddle Chan’s lap and sink down, maple syrup and powdered sugar filling up the room. I slide my hands forward until they’re resting on his waist.
“Is this ok?” I can’t tell if I’m getting tired of hearing that question or not, but I nod, and we both turn our heads.
Changbin looks HUNGRY. Like he’s starving and the juiciest prime rib he’s ever seen is in front of him. I preen a little.
“You smell…”
“Heavenly, right?” Chan’s face has dipped lower, and he says that into my neck; low enough that it vibrates and a shiver goes down my spine. Ok, he is rock hard underneath me, this is so happening.
I pull back enough to catch his attention and point upstairs with my chin. He nods, and I stand up, rather gracefully all things considered. Changbin is staring at the tent in my own pants, and I hold my hand out to him. You’d think I was giving water to a man who’s been wandering in the desert. I lead him up the stairs (a little slower than I would have, but stairs are hard when the world is tilted), Chan following behind us.
Notes:
*ahem* hehehe....
Note on Jisung's interactions with Changbin, here: his reaction in the kitchen was mostly a reflex that's been conditioned into him being hit on all the time at work. He really does get along with Changbin, but when they flirted at work, it was a server/customer interaction, so now that it's in his home (with Chan in the next room, no less), the stakes are higher and he reacts accordingly.
Chapter 7: Three's a Party
Summary:
Chan, Changbin, and Jisung throw caution to the wind, and Jisung has the best night of his life.
Notes:
Reminder to read carefully if drunk sex might be a trigger for you.
Okie dokie! We've come to the climax (pun intended) of this 3racha story! After this there's an epilogue about the morning after, and then we'll be moving on to the next installment. Stay tuned for drama!
Chapter specific tags: Oral sex, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, double penetration, drunk sex, mention of puking (no actual puking), stomach distention, face fucking, mild bdsm. If I missed any, please let me know.
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Pulling Changbin into my room, it occurs to me that I never put my nest back, the blankets and stuffies badly in need of washing. Probably for the best, considering what I think is about to happen.
Spinning him around until his knees are backed up to the bed, I gently press against his chest until he’s sitting and step between his legs. The intense eye contact he’s giving me would have made me uncomfortable in any other context.
Time to get this party started.
Changbin seems a little shy now. Cute. Hands on his shoulders, I lean down until we’re almost touching and slide my tongue across his lower lip. He growls, and oof, somebody pinch me. His hands are now firmly on my ass, and he pulls me harder into the bed. Chan’s behind me now and he presses against my back, grips my waist, and growls back.
Sploosh.
Changbin had frozen, but at the sudden influx of my scent he tips forward to press our lips together. Chan caught on too, thankfully, and started sucking and nipping at the back of my neck, sliding his hands down the front of my legs, then pushing inward and pulling them back up the inside of my thighs. This pulls my legs apart a little and also lets him feel the massive wet spot in my sweatpants. I groan into Changbin’s mouth and his hands spasm, which pulls my thighs farther apart and allows Chan’s still clothed hard-on to press into the space.
Still clothed. Ah, that’s no good.
I tear myself off Changbin’s tongue with a gasp and start picking at his shirt. “Off, off!” I push myself away from him and the bed and turn around. Chan had backed away, looking worried, but I grab his waistband and tug it downward, “Off!” and he gets it. Clothes are disposed of, forthwith, and it’s game time.
I crawl onto the bed and pull Chan over, nudging him around until I get him laying on his back in front of me, top half propped up on my pillows. He looks a little confused until I’m staring down at his hard, leaking dick and smirk.
“My turn.”
Kneeling in front of it though, I’m a little intimidated. I go to wrap my hand around the base and my fingers don’t touch. Oh dear. He lets out a soft hiss, and I look up at him through my lashes as slowly close my mouth around the head and lick across the tip. A low groan rumbles out and his hands fist in the blanket. Muahaha, my evil plan is working!
Then a soft moan comes from behind me and I pull off gently, looking over my shoulder to see Changbin standing at the foot of the bed, stroking his own cock slowly.
“That is so fucking hot.” I grin, but another glob of slick is running down my thighs and his attention fixates entirely on that. “Can I taste it?” I nod, still smiling and turn to Chan to check his reaction. He’s smiling too, but it’s more ‘wolf about to eat a squirrel in one bite’ than normal.
Double sploosh.
The bed dips behind me and I look down at my current mission. How the hell am I gonna fit all that in my mouth?
Turns out I can’t. I make a good try of it, trying to go farther each time, forcing my head down until the tears are beading on my eyelashes and I can feel my stomach churning. I pull off with a garbled choke and gulp in just air enough to moan something that sounds like ‘oh god.’
The man behind me knows how to eat pussy. His hands are pulling my ass cheeks apart and he is going. to. town. Licking it off my thighs, out of my hole, punching his tongue in and out. Like I’m an all-you-can-eat buffet. Chan’s hands are in my hair and he tips my face up.
“He’s close.” Oh, great. What am I, an open book?
Changbin doesn’t let up for a second, reaching through my legs to grasp my dick. I inhale sharply and buck, but between Chan’s hands firmly holding my hair and Changbin’s other hand grabbing my hip, hard, I don’t get very far. A low whine is forcing its way out of me, pitch going steadily until I’m coming in his hand and all over his face. A few more strokes and I didn’t know my voice could go that high.
Chan held my eye contact through the whole thing, hands in my hair keeping my head steady, and I’m not sure how I feel about the expression on his face. It’s dark. Intense. Kinda scary, but like, in a sexy way.
Changbin releases me and pulls back and Chan gently lets go of my hair, breaking eye contact to look up at the other man. The spell is broken, and I tip to the side, collapse onto the bed, and try to catch my breath.
Chan lets out a snort. “Dude, your face!”
“I’ve been baptized!”
“It’s everywhere, man, how did you not drown?”
“Ahh, death by pussy, the only worthy death!”
“Or ass.”
“I stand corrected! Or ass, indeed.”
I’m letting the (absolutely ridiculous) conversation wash over me with my eyes closed. The world is fuzzy around the edges and I feel like there’s buzzing under my skin, like a million tiny bees are trapped inside me.
“Hannie, you good?” Changbin’s wiping the slick off his chin with the back of his hand I hold up the ok sign.
“Peachy. Just hunky dory.” He laughs, and Chan leans over me.
“Are you ok to keep going? Last time was fine, and if you need to call it a night it’s all good, but I’d really like to know what you feel like, even if it’s just this once.” His eyes are serious now, and the reminder that he’s probably leaving town soon is kind of a gut punch. I smile a little.
“Wait, you guys haven’t actually….” Changbin’s pointing back and forth between us, shocked.
Chan chuckles. “Well, the first time left him a boneless limp noodle, so I showed mercy.” I put my hands on my face in embarrassment as Changbin reaches over and high fives Chan. High fives him. Asshole.
“Ok, then, what are you doing now, dude? Get in there!” Chan looks down at me, stupid smile on his stupid face, and pulls my hands down. I deadpan at him.
“If you’re not inside of me in five minutes, I’ll sue.” Changbin’s laughter booms over us and Chan’s face has that predatory smile coming back to it.
He looks up at the still laughing man, “Wanna open him up for me.” Oh crap, I’m dead. A fresh round of slick slides out and Changbin looks positively gleeful.
“Hell yeah, man! Let’s go to work!”
So, he kneels between my legs, pushes my knees up so my legs are bent and open, and is rubbing up and down my inner thighs, waiting for a signal, I think.
Chan gets all fours behind me, his face looming over mine, upside down like that scene from Spider Man, and I think he’s gonna kiss me upside down just like in the movie, so I pucker up, laughing internally at my little joke. But he doesn’t lean down. Just stares at me for a moment until I drop the pucker.
“If at any point it’s too much, or something’s wrong…”
“My safeword is crocodile.” He raises his eyebrows. “Cause they’re scary and not sexy at all. They’re really cool, though, and I wanna see one really bad, but like, in a zoo, because if I saw one in the wild, I’d freak the fuck out. Did you know they’re basically modern day dinosaurs?” I babble when I get nervous sometimes, ok, don’t judge me. I think he picks up on it though, because that dark gleam in his eye is back.
“Ok. Crocodile.” He looks up the man between my legs, who’d stopped moving when I said ‘safeword,’ which I took as a green flag, and nods his head, kind of like ‘go for it’ and my heart rate kicked up another few notches.
This is fine, I’m fine, it’s fine. And then he grabs my arms, pulls them both up over my head, crosses them, firmly grasps them in hand, and presses them down into the mattress.
I’m not fine. Code blue, call a crash cart. My inhale is shaky and I shiver. Apparently, Changbin took that as his sign, and I feel a finger nudging at me. I whimper and twitch a little.
“Is this ok?” Chan asks from right next to my ear. Didn’t we just have the safeword conversation? Maybe he’s more familiar with the color system.
“Green! Please? Please fuck….” If I were more with it, I’d be embarrassed about how breathy my voice is, but as it stood…
I feel him nod, and the finger that hadn’t stopped playing around at my entrance is joined by a second, and they press inside with little resistance. Looks like his tongue had done half the job already. I groan and buck, but his other hand slides down to press my hip down, stilling me. Chan leans forward, one hand still holding my wrists, puts his other hand flat on my chest, and presses down. Not too hard, less than full body weight, but firmly enough that I can’t wiggle at all.
I almost cum, just from that, but his very hard cock bumps the back of my head and he makes a sound, so the laugh I almost laugh kinda cancels it out. He’s focused on what’s happening between my legs, so I focus on his chest, right above me. And breathing, I focus on trying to breath right, because what’s happening between my legs is a crime in 12 states.
He’s up to three fingers now, the squelching noise as he’s pumping them in and out and scissoring, combined with the breathy whines I can’t seem to stop making echo around, and not for the first time, I’m reminded of porn. He adds a fourth finger.
“Oh fuck, god… fuck, shit.” I’m not gonna last at this rate, and I think they realize that because Changbin slows down, still working me open but slower, and Chan leans back, releasing my chest. The look on his face has me whimpering; it says ‘it’s my turn next’ and I’m not ready. Changbin pulls out and they look at each other over me while I let out a shaky breath.
“I wanna try something. Supposed to make it easier to deepthroat.” I look up at Changbin in alarm and he’s licking the slick off his fingers. He sees my concern and stops. “If it doesn’t work, no worries, ok? I just wanna see if it works.”
“I… ok. But…” I look back up at Chan. He smirks at me and pats my cheek (pats my cheek!) with his free hand.
“Gotta work on that gag reflex sometime, baby.” The sheer audacity. I scowl at him and he chuckles.
So Changbin gets off the bed and pulls me until I’m laying on my back with my head mostly off the side of the bed, staring upside down (I’m sensing a theme here) at the drop of precum about to drip off of his very hard, red dick. Why do they all look so much bigger up close?
“Ok, but if I puke on you….” He takes my hands and pulls them around until I’m holding onto his hips above my head.
“If it’s too much, just tap twice, ok?” I nod, going a little cross eyed as his cock approaches my face.
And it worked! Mostly. It was still a struggle to take all of him as he pushed in. I gag about 2/3 of the way in, and he stops. I focus on my breathing, trying to get air in through my nose and around him. After a couple seconds, I squeeze his thigh, and he’s pushing further.
Why do I do this to myself?
After less than a minute of him fucking my throat for a couple strokes only to pull out so I can gasp in a full breath, saliva, snot, and tears are leaking down my face, and I’m choking on air. He pulls back completely this time, pulling my head up so he can look me over.
“You good? Is it too much?”
“Ah, no… it’s good… I’m good… just….” and I go back to trying not to die.
“That was insane. I could see your dick in his throat. I’m gonna have to try that sometime.” Oh yeah, Chan’s still here. I’d almost forgotten. I heave my face up and look at him. “You ready for me, beautiful?” I let my head fall back down into Changbin’s hands. Beautiful? I’m covered in snot, is he high? But he just chuckles, and I’m pretty sure I’m done for.
He presses up against me, legs thrown up to either side of him, his hands on my thighs like a vise pulling me towards him and yep, I’m done for. My grip on Changbin tightens and a high pitched ‘oh shit’ has him reaching down to grab my upper arms, holding me steady, and I gasp, then choke out a groan as Chan pushes inside. He works his way deeper, slowly, pulling out to sink farther each time he thrusts, and I’m making little mewling noises, death grip on Changbin not letting up in the slightest.
“God, he makes the prettiest fucking noises.” If I hadn’t been fighting for my literal life, I’d have slapped him on the leg.
Chan is finally seated fully in me, paused to let me adjust. I think, ‘Oh look, I’ve been impaled,” and I have to fight the urge to giggle like a lunatic. He reached the end of me and it’s gonna be the end of me. He lets out a low hum. “Mhm, he’s so responsive.” To prove his point, he releases one of my thighs to reach down grab the base of my cock firmly, almost like he’s trying to keep me from cumming. Honestly, he probably did that on purpose, because if he hadn’t I probably would have. I shout and jerk in their grasp, whole body twisting with the sensation.
“Wow.”
“Yeah. Wanna see how his noises feel around you?” He’s pulling out as he says this and I don’t really process it. He’d let go of me and put his hand back, shifting forwards and holding me up off the bed to give him a better angle, and boy is it a good angle, don’t ask me the color of anything. He pulls out almost all the way, then slams back in hard. I’m not sure what to call the sound I make, but it’s loud.
But I probably should have paid more attention to Chan’s question, because he pauses inside of me again, and I feel something against my face.
They wouldn’t.
“Think you’re up for this?” Ok, that’s just rude. Don’t underestimate me! But all I can do is take a deep, shaky breath in and open my mouth as wide as I can. “Ok, but please don’t bite down? Your reactions are insane….” I almost bite him on principal but then he’s pressing in and then I’m just fighting to survive.
They set a fast, pounding pace, mirroring each other. My insides are being thoroughly rearranged. Changbin isn’t going as far in this time, and I’m vaguely grateful, but it means he doesn’t have to pull out to let me breathe. I’m already close, and my little ‘ahh, ahh’s’ are back, but muffled by the mass down my throat. And Chan was right, the extra vibration seems to do the trick, because Changbin is losing the rhythm and I can feel his knot swelling on my lips.
Chan stops, fully sheathed, and stroking my neglected, weeping cock, turns to bite the inside of my thigh, and I’m cumming. Whole body lock up again, and Chan feels even bigger with me clenching around him. He has mercy this time and pulls his hand away before I start passing out. Small favors.
“Fuck, he tensed so hard around me…” Changbin says. He’s pulling out, releasing my arms and stepping back to finish himself with his hand. Finish on my face. I almost don’t realize in time, but my eyes snap shut at the last second, still breathing like a beached whale. It goes everywhere, jeez why is there always so much of it? On my face, on my chest, quite a bit of it got in my mouth and I choke a little. “Wow. Fuck you look so hot like that.” I’d’ve rolled my eyes, but Chan chose that bite the inside of my other thigh and I yell, spasming. “God dam, you look good. Thanks for not biting me though!”
“Fuck you….” He laughs, but Chan stops sucking on the bite mark he’d made.
“You ok?”
I lift one of my arms from where they’d fallen off the side of the bed to give a shaky thumbs up before letting it collapse again. My chest is still heaving, but I’m already half hard again. Little aftershocks are twitching around him inside me. I’m trembling. But yeah, I’m ok.
Changbin walks up beside me with his shirt, kneels down, and starts wiping my face, careful around my eyes. He’s flushed, breathing a little hard, but smiling like he got exactly what he wanted for Christmas.
“I kinda figured you’d be a brat, you seem the type.” I scowl at him, waving my arms around trying to slap him. He just laughs. Then he looks up at Chan, who still hasn’t started moving. “You good up there, bro?”
“Mhm, just trying not to think too hard.” It comes out a little strained.
“Hmm. Well, try thinking about this.” This motherfucker grabs my hands, crosses them behind my head, underhand grips my wrists, then stands up and uses the whole apparatus to lift me up, almost bringing my shoulders off the bed so Chan can see me pinned, facing him head on. Next time I’m gonna bite his dick off.
A low groan, his face hungry, and then he tilts his head up to the ceiling, inhales sharply, brings his head back down to look me straight in the eye, and starts moving.
Being forced to watch him pound into me did something extra, like being held there made it inescapable. Inevitable. Like watching an oncoming train while you’re tied to the tracks.
I’d never been so turned on in my entire fucking life.
The ‘ahh, ahhing’ is back, this time in surround sound. Chan’s looking straight at me, little grunts coming out when he snaps his hips, and I don’t know what I look like, but he likes it. Then I feel his knot starting to swell, and he pushes my legs together, ankles over his shoulders. He wraps an entire arm around my legs, pulls them into his chest, and begins pounding even faster, impossibly deeper, and I’m done, I’m cumming again, untouched, as his knot is swelling.
I’m fighting Changbin to throw my head back, but he’s not budging an inch, and I’m pretty sure I’ve pulled a muscle. Chan’s knot pops, right there between my g-spot and my prostate, heat spreading inside making me impossibly fuller, and whatever breath is left in my lungs is forced out in a long, thin ‘eunghhhhhhh’ as my body spasms again.
Then the orgasm releases me, and it’s like somebody cut the strings, my whole body goes limp as I suck in lungfulls of air. Changbin eases my head until it’s just level, sliding a hand under so he can hold it while he gently releases my wrists.
“Holy fucking shit balls,” he says, like an intellectual. And then his other hand reaches up to wipe the tears off my face, and, yeah, holy fucking shit balls is valid.
Chan is breathing heavy too, but he’s still able to move, which isn’t fair, in my opinion. He lets my legs slide down until my knees are hooked over his elbows, and then brings his knees together so he can scooch forward far enough to rest his ass back on his heels. I know he’s trying his best not to move me around too much, but the knot is just so big, by the time he’s seated I’m whimpering and twitching again.
“Hey, sweety, you doin ok?” His voice is gentle, and I think he’s actually worried he hurt me. Ok, fair, but ‘sweety’? Brother, eugh.
I nod a little, not sure if my voice will work yet.
Chan is rubbing my thighs, back and forth, still looking concerned, but Changbin stands up, still holding my head up with one hand, and starts using that same shirt to wipe the cum off my stomach. Chan makes a little noise.
“Dude, I can feel that.”
Changbin pulls the shirt away. “Bruh. Shit, man, look!” and he points at my stomach.
“Woah….”
I manage to lift my head up enough to see what they’re looking at, and sure enough, my stomach is bulging a little. Huh. You don’t see that every day. I start to giggle and I can’t stop, no matter that it’s jiggling my insides, and lower my head, but Changbin had taken his hand away and I’m stuck there, giggling like a maniac with my head hanging off the side of the bed until Chan’s knot goes down.
Notes:
EEEEE!!! That was so much fun to write! Logistical nightmare, but ugh, so fun!
Also, the epilogue is the reason I pushed through writing this so fast. It's mostly irrelevant to the plot, but it's based on a true story, and it's HILARIOUS. I love telling it, in certain social circles, and I was so excited to find a way to include it in this story. Ok, byee!
Chapter 8: Walk of Shame
Summary:
The morning after Jisung gets his world rocked, they drop him off at the diner for a hangover cure.
Notes:
Basically an epilogue, only the first half is relevant to the plot, but the second half... this happened to me. It's in my top five funny stories. If you want details, just ask! ^_^
Chapter specific tags: aftermath of drunk sex, aftermath of rough sex, hangover, lethal embarrassment
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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The next morning, Changbin drops me off at the diner for some real breakfast while he takes Chan to maybe see about getting a job.
I’m hungover. And so. fucking. sore.
Last night was probably the best night I’ve ever had in my life.
After showers, and grabbing a different blanket, since luckily it hadn’t soaked through to the sheets this time, Changbin offered to sleep on the couch since he couldn’t drive, and Chan and I had had another one of those silent shrug exchanges, and Bin ended up as the little spoon to my little spoon. Until I started to overheat, and he moved to the other side of Chan, stretching out on his back with his arm to the side so Chan could use it as a neck pillow and his fingers in my hair.
In the morning, no one wanted to get up, but Bin had work, so I found him the largest clean shirt I owned since his was crusty. Chan’s clothes had made it through the wash, so he was pulling them on while asking the shorter man about the job.
And it wasn’t awkward. As they bantered back and forth, I watched them from the bed, knees pulled up under my chin, hugging my shins, feeling… content? I don’t know, I’d never felt it before, but it was like I could sit like that forever, watching two men I had barely known before this week discuss schedules and toss lighthearted jabs back and forth, and be happy doing it.
Woah, woah, woah, pump the breaks. Forever is a big word, and my head hurts. But I did have a solution to one of Chan’s problems that I was happy to suggest.
“Chan-hyung?” He looked up, still struggling with a sock. “Ah, did you… would you, maybe, want to stay here?” He looked at Bin and then back at me, confused. “I mean, instead of the hotel. Like, so you aren’t wasting money?” His eyes widen. Ok, we’d stayed together the last three nights, but one of those wasn’t on purpose, and saying out loud felt real weird.
But his face softened. “Yeah, Sungie, that’d be great, thank you.”
My cheeks were pink again, and the blood rushing to my head made me woozy. Changbin declared entirely too loudly that I looked like a zombie, so they decided that I needed greasy food and coffee to wake me up. Fair enough.
So, I’m trudging through the second set of doors when Jihyo sees me from the register and raises her eyebrows.
“Jisung-ah! What the hell happened to you?”
“Thaaaaanks, noona, that makes me feel so much better.” She laughs and goes back to counting the drawer.
“Sit wherever you like, hun, Dahyun and Tzuyu are on and they’re not picky.” Jihyo was one of the few people I didn’t mind calling me things like ‘hun.’ She was the day time assistant manager and called everyone little terms of endearment, but somehow they never felt belittling coming from her.
It was a Monday morning, so I basically have my pick of booths. Booth 10 has become something of a favorite lately, so I sit there, kind of hoping it’s in Tzuyu’s section. She’s a little quieter, less prone to asking personal questions. Not that I have anything against Dahyun! She’s just… more, and I’m not sure I’m up for it right now. The sun is too loud and the noise is too bright. I know that doesn’t make any sense, hangovers are stupid.
It's Dahyun’s section. But I guess she can tell how miserable I am, cause she talks softer than normal, and coos a bit when I rub my head while trying to read the menu. Why am I trying to read the menu? I have it memorized. Whatever, life is hard right now.
Coffee, though. I need coffee. So I pick something that sounds greasy and hot, and she’s back in no time with the miracle juice. Sweet elixir of life!
By the time she’s coming around the corner again, I’m mostly done with the first cup and feeling halfway human again.
But when she sets the sizzling skillet down in front of me, instead of turning around, she slides into the booth across from me, sets the coffee pot down, puts her elbows on the table, tents her fingers in front of her face, and says, perfectly deadpan,
“You have cum in your hair.”
No. No no no no. I reach up to run my hands through my hair, and sure enough, there is a dried glob of something that could possibly be cum, right at the hair line. How the fuck did I miss that!? I skipped my hair in the shower because I was too tired to care, but if I’d seen anything while I was washing my face, obviously I wouldn’t have done that!
What the shit.
She’s watching me panic with an expression of detached curiosity. Seeing my silent (because really, there are no words) hysteria approaching a level she deems appropriate for the situation, she shows mercy, filling my coffee cup before sliding out of the booth and around the corner.
I think I might die of shame.
Link to Diner Layout: https://www.deviantart.com/flandeezy/art/Dennys-layout-detailed-1239031964
Notes:
I'm so sorry Jisungie, please forgive meeeeeee!!!!!
Ok, part one of The Diner is complete! I'm gonna post the prologue to the next installment, Diner Adventures, directly after this so that it's on the books, and then we'll see if I can keep to a schedule at all.
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