philophobia • k.yk + k.ch | √

1k special sequel

i have never wrote threesome before pardon me

requested by fantaewoontasy wOo yAy a seQuEl

“Don’t you dare look for Hwiyoung and Chani ever again.” Taeyang scowled, slamming Minhyuk against the door. The evening wind blew harshly against the boys. When Minhyuk didn’t struggle and kept quiet, Taeyang let his guard down and turned around, smiling. Minhyuk took the chance and threw Taeyang against the floor, his hands wrapped tightly around the other’s throat. Taeyang whined in surprise and thrashed. His body shook with fright.

“Tae!” Rowoon shouted. Before he was able to get to his lover, their leader beat him to it.

Youngbin swiftly dashed over and snatched Minhyuk up effortlessly, literally throwing him to the side. Minhyuk cursed and flew for the rooftop door, making his escape.

“Catch that runaway chicken!” Dawon screamed, running hand in hand with Zuho after the boy.

“And then cook him for dinner!” Jaeyoon and Inseong followed after them, Jaeyoon almost launched himself down the staircase if Inseong didn’t catch him by the waist.

Youngbin laid down on top of Taeyang, watching his unfocused eyes.

“Tae?” Youngbin shook his shoulders softly.

“I’m okay… I- I don’t know…”

“You’re fine, baby. He’s gone now.” Youngbin bumped their noses together. Rowoon smiled and approached them.

Youngbin’s and Taeyang’s relationship is platonic, but Rowoon can tell that they both want more than a platonic relationship.

When Youngbin was finally convinced that Taeyang is fine, Rowoon dragged him aside while the youngest tried to get his bearings straight.

“I’m willing to share him, you know?” Rowoon started.

“He’s yours, I have no rights.” Youngbin muttered, crossing his arms and shifting his attention to Taeyang when the younger sighed out loud.

Eyes are the windows to your heart, they said. Rowoon can tell from the difference in the looks that Youngbin throws at the other members and the ones he throws at Taeyang and him.

It’s different, it’s longing.

“Tae wants this too, hyung.” Youngbin visibly shuddered.

“My house.” Rowoon whispered before walking over to Taeyang.

“But-”

“I know you want it hyung, he does too.” Rowoon patted Taeyang on the head.

“Alright, fine.” Youngbin breathed out. Rowoon picked Taeyang up and left, the oldest following behind.

-

"Are you ready to be a good boy for us?”

“Yes,” Taeyang replies from his spot on the floor, kneeling with his palms flat against his thighs, eyes downcast since he hasn’t been told to look up. His clothes are folded neatly in a pile to his right while to his left lay an assortment of lube, condoms, toys, and Taeyang’s favorite item a thin black collar with a single silver charm at the center. Rowoon didn’t always use the toys and he didn’t always wear the collar, but he’d laid everything out anyway, hoping to please his hyungs. Rowoon and Youngbin are sitting next to each other on the bed, Taeyang staring at their bare feet while waiting for instructions.

Rowoon gave Youngbin a smile, a smile of consent. The older let out a shaky sigh.

“C’mere, kitten,” Youngbin calls, his voice much deeper than usual, and Taeyang shivers a little at the sound before crawling forward to rest his head in Youngbin’s lap. Taeyang’s eyes close automatically when Youngbin starts to run his fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp every so often.