𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 ⊳ 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫

3

The early morning sunlight filters through the narrow slits of your window blinds, casting a soft, warm glow across your room and gently coaxing you out of your slumber with a gentle caress. You stretch your limbs languidly, feeling the last vestiges of fatigue melt away as the day's potential unfolds before you. The sudden, unexpected beep of your comlink pierces the tranquil silence, and you bolted upright in bed, heart racing as you see the projection of Bang Chan's handsome face flicker into existence.

How did he even get my number? You wonder, a bemused expression flitting across your features, but the gravity in his eyes quickly wipes it away.

"You're needed here, right now," he says with a sense of urgency, his smile not reaching his eyes.

"Okay," you reply, the confusion thick in your voice, but you don't have the luxury of questioning as you scramble to dress. You pull on a sumptuous cream-colored cable-knit sweater that hugs your curves in all the right places, the intricate knit pattern dancing in the light as you move. The sweater's sleeves are voluminous, ending in tight cuffs that frame your wrists and the warmth it provides is a comforting embrace. Your legs are sheathed in a pair of high-waisted blue jeans that cling to your hips and fall in a flattering drape to your ankles, the brown leather belt cinched around your waist adding a touch of sophistication to the ensemble.

With your phone tucked safely in your pocket, you hurry towards the towering edifice that houses I.N's dorm, your heart thumping in anticipation of what could possibly await you. As you stand before the imposing structure, the coolness of the morning air seems to whisper secrets about the events to come. The door opens before you have a chance to knock, revealing a solemn Lee Know. His grip on your hand is firm, pulling you inside and guiding you to I.N's chamber with a sense of urgency that sends a shiver down your spine.

Your eyes widen at the sight before you. The usually vibrant young boy is cocooned in his sheets, his face a picture of distress, tears painting trails down his cheeks. Hyunjin, ever the gentle soul, sits beside him, his hand tenderly stroking I.N's hair in a soothing rhythm. His gaze locks with yours and the relief in his eyes is palpable.

"Good, you're here," he murmurs, standing and tugging you closer.

I.N emerges from the covers, his eyes red-rimmed but his expression desperate as he grabs onto you, wrapping his arms around your neck in a fierce embrace. You return the gesture, stroking his hair softly, trying to soothe his apparent distress. His breath hitches as he pulls away to nuzzle against your neck, his nose tracing the delicate line of your throat, sending a thrill of anticipation coursing through your body.

You hear the faintest sound of someone snickering, and when you look over your shoulder, you find the other boys watching with a mix of amusement and desire, their clothes slightly askew, hinting at the passion that seems to suffuse the very air around you.

Hyunjin's voice is a hot whisper against your skin, his hands slipping under your sweater to cup your breasts over your bra. "We've been waiting for this moment for so long," he says, his voice thick with want, "but just tell us if we're going too fast, and we'll stop right away." His thumbs trace circles around your nipples, teasing them to hardened peaks.

As you lay your head on I.N's shoulder, you feel the warm, wet press of Hyunjin's mouth against the sensitive skin just below your ear. His tongue flicks out, leaving a trail of heat that makes you shiver. Meanwhile, I.N's deft fingers dance down to your belt, deftly unbuckling it, the sound echoing in the tense silence of the room. His nimble hands then move to the button and zipper of your jeans, and with a swift pull, he has them around your ankles, leaving you in nothing but your underwear.

You can't help the gasp that escapes your lips as he slides a single finger into your slick folds, his eyes alight with a mischievous glint. "Already wet for us, huh?" he says, his voice a low chuckle, the sound resonating deep in his chest.

The boys close in around you, each touching you in some way, their hands exploring your body with a gentle yet insistent hunger. Hyunjin's mouth finds your neck again, leaving a dark bruise in its wake, and you feel yourself growing wetter with every touch.

Lee Know's eyes are on your chest, watching the show with hooded eyes, his own arousal evident by the precum beading at the tip of his erect member. He steps closer, stroking his cock idly as he watches. "Well, are you going to return the favor, or what, kitten?" he asks, his voice a seductive purr that sends a shiver down your spine.

With a nod, you drop to your knees before him, eager to taste him. The scent of his arousal fills your nose as you wrap your lips around his shaft, his fingers tangling in your hair as you take him deep into your mouth. The room is filled with the sounds of passion—moans, gasps, and the occasional slap of skin against skin—as you become lost in the sensations of the moment. Each touch, each caress feels like it's been crafted just for you, setting your body alight with a fire that you never knew existed.

Before you know it, you're being lifted onto the bed, your body laid out like a feast for the taking. Hyunjin's mouth is on yours, his tongue dancing with yours in a passionate tango, while I.N's hands continue to explore your now bare pussy, his thumb brushing against your clit with a skill that leaves you panting. You can feel an orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that threatens to drown you.

And as you come apart in their arms, the world around you fading to a haze of ecstasy, you realize that today is a day that will forever be etched into your memory, a day when you became theirs in every sense of the word.