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For Woobin dating both Allen and Serim was a dangerous game. Woobin loved his boyfriends, but since they had all started dating the other two seemed determined to tease him at every living moment. Serim was the one to more outwardly tease him, but Allen had his moments. It was when Allen and Serim would play into each other’s games to torture Woobin that it was really the worst, though. Now was one of those moments.
Before they started dating Woobin had had a crush on Serim and Allen for years. Having a crush on a couple—a couple who were his best friends and bandmates, at that—was hard and a confusing mess for his feelings. He envied their relationship and wished he could touch and kiss Serim and Allen the same way they did each other, but he was also happy to watch from the sidelines. They were a disgustingly cute and affectionate couple. In Woobin’s eyes, they were perfect for each other. He enjoyed watching all their small moments together, some that even the other members didn’t notice because Woobin’s eyes drifted to Serim and Allen more often than they should have. Most of all he valued their relationship and his friendship with them more than anything, so he planned to keep his crush a secret forever.
Turns out he wasn’t as secretive about it as he thought. Maybe he underestimated Serim and Allen a little too much. They may have been surprised or confused about Woobin’s feelings at first, but they weren’t stupid. They were the couple Woobin was always with or always searching for even at moments he knew he shouldn’t have. He talked to them until late at night, laughed at every joke, and stared at them with so many stars in his eyes that Serim and Allen couldn’t not take notice. Maybe Woobin’s eyes were so distracted by the idea of a love that could never happen that he missed the way they looked back at him.
Woobin could only miss so much, though. He was a fool in love, but he also wasn’t stupid. He didn’t miss when Serim and Allen started to brush against him in a way that lit his skin on fire, in a way where the touch lingered too long to just be friendly. He didn’t miss the acts of service and gifts he started receiving for no reason other than “It made me think of you.” He didn’t miss the way Allen and Serim would invite him on romantic dates that as their “friend” he definitely wasn’t supposed to be at. Woobin wishes he could say he felt guilty or out of place at those moments, but he was just falling deeper in love. All the things they had done for him, the way they touched him just as they touched each other like he had dreamed of, it was suffocating in the best way. His brain was heavy and foggy and his heart only screamed their names. He was so in love that all he had was to hold onto hope that they really did like him back.
Thankfully, Woobin didn’t have to wait long. It came on a late summer night when Serim had asked Woobin to go on a walk with him and Allen after practice. They walked for a while until they finally reached a beautiful open field. Before Woobin could ask what they were doing there, the pair took out blankets and invited Woobin to lay with them to stargaze. Woobin felt iron in his throat and his beating heart threatening to fall out of his mouth. It was incredibly romantic.
It was there that they watched the stars and talked for hours, talked about their lives and dreams and their feelings. Their feelings that were big and raw and full of love and included Woobin. And just when Woobin’s heart felt like it was about to explode, they kissed him. Woobin still thinks that might be the best moment of his life. From that moment on, they were all dating. The other members were less than shocked.
To say at first Woobin was shy and awkward getting used to dating two beautiful men was an understatement. Imagining it in his head and actually dating them were two very different things. Now, they were actually able to be intimate and touch each other in a way that made Woobin’s head spin. But Allen and Serim always respected his boundaries (and well, with a few impromptu makeout sessions helped him expand them) and were sweet and gentle to him.
Mostly.
Woobin learned quickly that the two had another side to them that he hadn’t observed just from watching them, and he had to find that out the hard way. While there were the parts to them that were sweet and gentle, there was also a twisted part that seemed intent on making Woobin as flustered and well, aroused as possible. It’s not like Woobin didn’t like it, and it’s definitely not that he didn’t want it. It was just unfamiliar and he worried about giving that much trust to someone, to letting them see the inner workings of his brain that were honestly a little… kinky.
And currently, like Serim and Allen could read Woobin’s thoughts and were trying to torture him, they were trying to get Woobin to take an online BDSM test. Woobin really wished he was anywhere else right now, but he was stuck on the couch between Allen and Serim with Allen’s head resting on his lap and Serim curled into his left side.
“Come on, take it, it’ll be fun!” Allen pouted, trying to use his cuteness to convince Woobin. Woobin was weak to Allen, weak to his big eyes and plump lips, and he knew Allen used that to his advantage. Woobin held back his tongue threatening to pour out a yes and instead used rational thinking to reply with “I… I don’t know…”
Serim rested his hand on the low of Woobin’s back, the touch comforting but electrifying. “It’s okay baby, you don’t have to.” Baby. Woobin still hadn’t gotten used to them calling him that.
Allen nodded, turning his head to give a small kiss to Woobin’s torso before going back to his phone. The action made Woobin swoon. “Yeah, you don’t have to! But I’m going to. I’ve actually never taken it.”
Serim nodded, leaning into Woobin’s side further to look at Allen’s screen. “Me too. Well, it’s been a long time.”
Woobin looked down at the two boys in his lap, watching as they took the test together and giggled at some of the questions and answers. Woobin felt a strange feeling in his chest. Not really jealousy and not really FOMO, but something deeper. The more he watched them, the more he wanted to take it. What could be the worst that would happen? It was Allen’s first time taking it too and they were his boyfriends who loved him, he knew they wouldn’t judge him. He hoped they wouldn’t. Maybe there was a part of him that just wanted them to know. Wanted them to know what he liked and give it to him.
Woobin’s face went red as he suddenly realized his own thoughts. Wanted them to give it to him? God, Serim and Allen really were a bad influence.
Woobin took a deep breath and stole another glance at his boyfriends on his lap. With hesitant hands he typed in the website he saw at the top of their screens and tried to discreetly take the test.
The questions were crazily direct and immediately caught him off guard. Ideally I could command my partner, and they’d obey like a puppet no matter what I tell them to do. Wow. Woobin wasn’t really sure how to answer some of these. Even as someone with some experience they felt out of his depth. However, he eventually came to a question that made his heart skip and fingers freeze.
Sometimes, watching people have sex is more fun than participating.
Well… yeah? Maybe? When you have two boyfriends, isn’t it normal to want to watch them have sex with each other…?
Woobin felt like a degenerate for every thought he was thinking. He couldn’t tell his boyfriends this. Okay, he just wouldn’t show Serim and Allen his results. It would be fine, just secret info only he would know and could look back on. Woobin hovered his fingers, and then selected absolutely agree.
His boyfriends were already discussing their results as he finally finished. Masochist, sadist, rigger, rope bunny. All the words swirled in his head as he waited for his own results to load. He tried to push his phone as close to his face as discreetly as possible, wanting to hide his results and hide the fact that he was even taking this test. Even though Allen and Serim were focused on their own results, they glanced at each other when they noticed Woobin obviously trying to hide his phone from them.
When Woobin’s results loaded, he only had a second to see what he already knew before his phone was snatched out of his hand by Allen.
“Wait-!” Woobin yelped, reaching for his phone and trying to stand up from the couch, but it was no use as he was tightly held down by Serim. He tried to wiggle out of Serim’s arms, but they were strong and determined around his waist. Woobin groaned as he watched Allen’s face light up, a shit-eating grin rising on his face and his eyes sparkling. “Allen, give me my phone back.” Woobin said, trying to sound serious. But it was too late, Allen had already read his results and seen what he needed to see to torment Woobin.
“Wow! Really, Woobin? 100% Voyeur? I wouldn’t have expected that from you.” Allen said, a teasing tone at his lips.
Serim finally let Woobin go, leaving his spot on the couch to look at his results with Allen. Woobin didn’t care enough to chase after them or to try and get his phone back anymore. His boyfriends already knew his embarrassing kink, so there was no point. Serim chuckled as he looked at the results and replied to Allen. “I mean, wasn’t he basically cucking himself the entire time he had a crush on us? I remember when he would accidentally walk in on us having sex all the ti-” Woobin cut Serim off, not letting him finish that thought because he definitely didn’t want to be confronted with the fact that a few of those times weren’t accidents. He groaned again, throwing his head against the back of the couch. “You guys are so annoying. Yes, okay, I’m a voyeur! Whatever! You got me! Can I have my phone back now?”
Woobin’s boyfriends stood in silence for a few seconds, faces twisted in thought as they exchanged glances. Woobin already knew that look, already knew it meant they were about to terrorize him even more until he was reduced to a mess of flushed skin and foggy thoughts and a pit in his stomach that he couldn’t get away from.
Their next moves were careful and calculated as Allen slowly walked to Woobin. The older man sat beside Woobin so close that he was practically on top of him and Woobin could feel every breath of Allen tickling his ear. He shivered as Allen pressed his body up against him, pressed his lips to the bottom of his ear. “Woobin…” He whispered, his voice low. Woobin felt a dip on the other side of the couch and watched Serim’s hands as they traveled down his arms. Woobin tried to remain sane as Serim’s hands fell to his waist, gripping above his hipbone. “So that’s what you like, huh?”
Woobin was frozen, unsure how to respond. Serim continued, poking his fingers under the hem of Woobin’s t-shirt. “Do you want that?” He paused to exchange a glance with Allen, and Woobin’s breath was already shaking from what Serim was implying. “Want me to fuck Allen? While you just watch?”
Woobin was completely gone. The second those words fell from Serim’s mouth, his brain shut off. It was like Serim had flipped a switch. He opened his mouth to try and speak, but all that came out was a small noise. Woobin felt so small and pathetic that just the mention of watching Serim and Allen have sex turned him on so much. Imagining having to just watch while not being able to touch them filled him with so much sexual frustration that he couldn’t breathe. He felt his blood rushing as his brain clouded with all the thoughts of what Serim and Allen could do to him. Or more, what they could do to each other while they forced Woobin to just watch. Woobin was going crazy.
The only thing that brought Woobin back to reality was Serim’s wandering hands and Allen’s mouth on his neck. As he regained consciousness, he instantly felt embarrassed. He felt embarrassed at how he had reacted to Serim’s words and at how turned on he was. He felt embarrassed at the fact that his boyfriends knew, and that they had offered. He tried to speak through his cloudy mind. “I-I don’t… I… What?” Woobin’s thoughts were barely coherent, but it was all he could get out. He watched their reactions, half-expecting Serim to say those words again. There was a small part of Woobin that hoped he would.
But as soon as it had started, it was over. His boyfriends backed away and Serim just lightly chuckled as he moved his wandering hands to smooth out Woobin’s hair. “We’re just teasing, don’t worry.” Woobin let out a soft “oh” and tried to hide the disappointment rising in his chest. He knew his boyfriends were trying not to push his boundaries, but right now he wished they would have more than ever. The way they had talked to him had him wanting, needing more.
After a few seconds of trying to calm down, Woobin slightly relaxed into the touch and let out a deep sigh. Serim spoke up, voice teasing yet laced with a seriousness underneath. “But, I mean…” Serim trailed off, implications left unfinished in his sentence. Allen spoke up, finishing the thought for him. “The offer is always on the table.” He added with a giggle, like he didn’t just say something that would have Woobin spiraling over the next several days.
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The next time all three of them were alone in the dorm—a very rare occurrence—Woobin was prepared. He knew since it was just the three of them something was bound to happen. He had been dating them for a few months now and his initial hesitance had grown into impatience. He wanted to show that, wanted to tell them to stop holding back, wanted to finally feel and see them in ways no one else could.
He also knew that his boyfriends were planning and hiding something from him, and the possibilities of what it could be filled Woobin with nervousness and excitement. There was only so much they could hide when they all lived together.
To say he hadn’t thought about what Serim and Allen said to him everyday would be a lie. He thought about their low voices and hot breath and the filth that came with their words when they offered to fuck in front of him. It was the only thing on his mind and he felt pathetic thinking about it, about how his horniest thoughts consisted of his boyfriends cucking him.
It was evening when Woobin received a text from Serim. He had just gone to the corner store to grab snacks for all of them, so he had to set the bags down to check his phone. The text was simple and just said “Come into our room~” but to Woobin, it was weighted. He already knew they were home alone, and he had found it suspicious in the first place how Allen and Serim had sent him out for snacks without coming along. He swallowed around his dry throat and made his way to his boyfriend's room, leaving the snacks abandoned on the counter.
He carefully opened the wooden door, looking around the room. He found both Serim and Allen sitting on Serim’s bed, smiling softly at Woobin as he came in. He was about to walk towards them when Allen spoke up, saying something that shot electricity through Woobin’s veins in an instant. “Can you close and lock the door, babe?” Woobin froze just for a second, and then turned to do what Allen had asked. His hands were shaking as he turned the lock, the sound of the click echoing through his skull. He turned back around and found Serim getting off his bed to guide Woobin somewhere. He pointed to his gaming chair in the middle of the room, placed a few feet away from the bed. Woobin hesitated as he stood above it, thoughts running wild. “You want me to sit here?”
Serim nodded, walking towards Woobin to place a gentle hand on top of his arm. “If you want to.”
Woobin breathed out. “Yeah, okay.” He sat down hesitantly, placing his arms on top of the armrests like he was about to watch a movie. Serim grabbed Woobin’s shoulders and pushed him down the rest of the way, making Woobin sink into the chair. It was a light push, but that simple touch already had his head spinning.
Woobin watched as Serim reached into his bedside table and took out something that clanged against each other like metal. When the older man turned around he was holding two pairs of handcuffs, offering them to Woobin. Woobin felt his breath speed up and stutter and his face catch fire. He looked up at Serim, eyes wide and dilating. “What… what do you want me to do with them?”
Serim chuckled, falling to his knees to be level with Woobin. He took a pair of the handcuffs and clicked one side to the right armrest of the chair. Then, he carefully grabbed Woobin’s right wrist. Serim looked up at him, eyes just as wide as Woobin’s and with so much tension the air in the room felt thick. “Do you want these on?”
Woobin could barely hear Serim over the sound of his own heartbeat. He was gone again, abandoning all rational thinking as he nodded and let Serim handcuff his wrists to either side of the chair. They weren’t too tight, but it gave Woobin a feeling of restriction like he had never felt before. He tried to pull at the left handcuffs with his wrist just to test them, but they were stable in place and the tug hurt his skin as he pulled. It was different. And worse, it was really fucking hot. Woobin was already getting so turned on.
Serim gave Woobin a chaste kiss as a parting gift, retreating back to his bed where Allen was still sitting and waiting. Woobin was alone and chained now, only left to watch whatever scene displayed itself in front of him.
Serim wasted no time, pulling Allen’s body against his and wrapping his hands around Allen’s waist. He pressed a small kiss to Allen’s mouth and then another, just enough to make Allen whine as he chased back against Serim’s lips. But this was a play for Woobin, and Serim wasn’t going to give Allen what he wanted right away. Teasing Allen meant teasing Woobin. Serim nosed against Allen’s cheek, and then whispered in his ear just loud enough for Woobin to hear. “Hm, what do you say, baby? Should we give Woobin a show?”
Woobin’s breath hitched, hips stuttering as blood rushed to his cock. Yes. Please. His mind begged for it. Woobin needed it so bad he gripped at the armrests of the chair, rubbing his thighs together to try and relieve some pressure.
Allen could only whimper in response, a high sound from the back of his throat. It was a sound that Woobin had never heard Allen make before and it was driving him crazy. Allen whimpered again as Serim turned him around, pushing him into the bed by his shoulders. Allen tried to steady himself by getting onto his forearms but Serim just pushed him down again, the side of his face pressed against the mattress.
Allen’s eyes locked onto Woobin’s like he was begging for the younger man to touch him but Woobin could only return his look, confined to his chair. Serim looked between them, noticing the tension and took it as an opportunity. In a rush of dominance he grabbed Allen’s waist and pushed his clothed dick against Allen's ass. Allen shivered, a small moan falling from his mouth at the unexpected friction. Woobin watched Allen’s face as his eyebrows furrowed and mouth hung open, his soft pink lips shiny with spit. Woobin couldn’t breathe. His pants suddenly felt so tight that they were suffocating.
Serim laughed as he noticed Woobin wiggling in his chair. As much as Woobin got enjoyment out of watching his boyfriends, Serim got enjoyment out of torturing him. When they locked eyes Woobin couldn’t bring himself to look away, his eyes glossed-over and brain dizzy.
Woobin had lost all rational thinking, his thoughts racing with ideas of how his boyfriends would touch each other. He wanted to see how this play would unfold, wanted to see what Allen would look like with Serim’s cock buried inside him. He was so impatient for it he almost felt like begging, but he knew he didn’t have the right to speak. His role in this play was to just watch.
Serim pushed his dick against Allen’s ass again, and Allen let another string of ungodly noises fall from his mouth. Serim spoke up, finally bringing attention to Woobin. “God, you like this so much, don’t you Woobin? I can’t believe how hard you are just from this.” Serim talked to Woobin in a way that was almost degrading, but Woobin liked it. He knew he was a freak for liking this so much. Serim groaned as Allen reached behind him, grabbing and stroking Serim’s length over his pants. He locked eyes with Woobin again, feeding him more filthy words. “Fuck, this feels good. I bet you wish Allen was stroking your cock right now.” Woobin bit his lip at Serim’s words, biting back a moan while he nodded.
Allen spoke up, hand still working against Serim’s dick. He looked straight into Woobin’s eyes, yet spoke like he wasn’t even there. “Too bad Woobin can’t be here, then I could stroke both of you at the same time.”
Woobin whined, fucking his hips into nothing and pulling at the handcuffs until his wrists hurt. He was so horny it was unbearable. If his boyfriends kept talking to him like this, he thinks he could come untouched. They were feeding the deepest parts of him, feeding the pit in his stomach and making him want more. “Please…” Woobin begged against his better judgement, not able to keep his thoughts inside any longer, “Please fuck each other.”
His boyfriends both giggled at his eagerness and Serim teased him for his impatience. He grinded against Allen again, just to torture Woobin a little longer. Then he grabbed the waistband of Allen’s pants, just teasing his fingers beneath it. He looked at Woobin again and lowered his voice, his lips dripping honey. “Do you think you deserve it, Woobin?”
Woobin lowered his head, whimpering pathetically as he tried to rub his cock against his jeans. “Yes, please. Please.”
“Then be a good boy and look. You’re not allowed to look away.”
Woobin listened like a dog, holding his heavy head up and watching as Serim pulled the layers of clothes from Allen’s skin one by one. Only Allen’s smooth skin remained, his bare ass pushed against Serim’s still clothed cock. Allen locked eyes with Woobin as he impatiently wiggled his ass against Serim, making Serim groan and hold his waist tight. He gripped and hit Allen’s ass harshly, forcing Allen to stop his movements and making him cry out in pain and pleasure. “Both of my boyfriends are so impatient…” Serim breathed out, quickly shedding the clothes from his skin to match Allen’s naked body.
Woobin was now left with the sight of his boyfriends fully naked in front of him, Serim’s daunting length rubbing between Allen’s ass while he could only watch. His boyfriends were fully naked while Woobin was still fully clothed, sweating through his clothes and hurting where his cock pushed against his jeans.
Allen smiled, sin peeking between the spaces of his teeth. “We finally get to show him my secret.” Secret? Woobin watched with anticipation, waiting to see the climax of the show.
Woobin watched as his boyfriends got into a new position, one where Allen was faced away from him as his ass was pushed up and legs spread apart. Serim finally parted from Allen’s ass so Woobin could see Allen’s hole on full display and what met his eyes almost made Woobin pass out. There, in a heart shape with a sparkling red gem, was a butt plug pushed into Allen’s ass. Woobin’s body shook and his muscles contracted as he choked out a sob. Allen looked so pretty like this and he was wiggling his butt again, making Woobin want to touch him so bad. He felt like begging again, but all that came out was another sob.
“Isn’t he pretty, Woobin?” Serim asked, dancing his fingers around Allen’s hole and lightly pushing against the plug to make Allen moan. Woobin felt himself nod.
Woobin watched in awe as Serim grabbed Allen’s ass, playing with the plug and trying to slowly ease it out. Allen couldn’t stay as he twitched against Serim’s hand, pleading moans muffled into the sheets. When Serim finally pulled it out, Woobin was left with the sight of Allen’s gaping hole fluttering around nothing. Leftover lube still connected to the plug in a string and dripped down Allen’s ass onto his thighs. Woobin watched in a trance, unable to think about anything else. He felt his dick pulsing and precum leaking through his pants.
“Serim…” Allen’s voice cracked as he pleaded, now more impatient than Woobin and empty without the plug or Serim’s cock inside him. “Please… Need you in me.”
Allen looked behind him, and both Serim and Woobin felt lightheaded at the sight. His hair was messy and framing his flushed face while his lips were swollen and eyes blown out. And with the setting sun, his face looked even prettier. He looked gone already, looked fucked out and needy for dick. Serim wouldn’t make Allen wait, and he couldn’t hold himself back any longer.
Serim only took one glance at Woobin before lining himself up with Allen’s hole. “Remember, you’re not allowed to look away. And a new rule—you’re not allowed to cum until Allen does.”
Woobin could barely register what Serim said before he was watching Serim push his cock into Allen’s hole inch by inch, stretching Allen against his dick wider than any toy could. Serim’s cock was overwhelming in both length and width and Woobin could only imagine what it felt like. Allen let out a string of moans and profanities and Woobin mind raced deciding what to focus on. Watching the scene, watching Serim’s cock drag deliciously in and out of Allen’s hole as Allen cried, he could only imagine what it felt like to fuck Serim. And watching Serim’s face, watching him whimper and hang his head, he could only imagine how good it felt being inside Allen. He wished he didn’t have to imagine, he wished he could fuck Serim or feel Serim’s cock inside him or give it to Allen until he was the one making him cry instead of being stuck on the hot leather of this chair.
Serim started a faster pace, one that made Allen’s legs shake and fingers hurt from gripping the sheets. Serim glanced at Woobin and saw him struggling to contain himself, struggling to hold back as precum leaked through his jeans. Woobin’s wrists were red and raw from the handcuffs as he moved in any which way he could to please himself, but he didn’t care anymore. All that his thoughts could scream were Allen Serim Allen Serim, a scream that had him desperately humping his chair.
Serim pulled Allen’s head up by his hair, gripping tightly around the locks and making Allen moan even louder. “Look.” Serim said, voice deep and demanding. Woobin couldn’t even tell who he was talking to anymore, but he looked at Allen’s eyes and watched his watery eyes as he got pounded into again, and again, and again, until tears were falling freely from his face. Allen was getting close, he couldn’t hold on much longer and Woobin was so close too, twitching and shaking so much in his seat that he felt weak.
“W-Woobin… Ah! Serim, please, I’m gonna cum-!” Allen stuttered over his words as he cried out, the coil in his stomach so fucking close to unraveling, to breaking. Allen was so close and Serim kept hitting his spot perfectly, again and again. Serim leaned back, using one final burst of energy to ram into Allen at a screwball pace. Allen could only hold on for another second, and then he felt himself unravel. His moan was cut off as he choked on his own orgasm, a bright white flash of light taking over his vision and making his body explode. He felt streaks of white cum shoot out of his dick and onto his stomach and the bed below him, dirtying Serim’s sheets. He shook through his orgasm, feeling high until the last drop. Then he collapsed on the sheets, body weak and heavy. The scene of Allen coming and Serim fucking it through it was enough to push Woobin over the edge too, and he cried as he came untouched.
For a moment their room was silent, only the sound of their panting filling the air. And then Serim pulled out of Allen, leaving him empty and writhing on the bed. Serim took a second to collect himself, and then walked over to Woobin’s chair.
Woobin looked horrible and fucked out, but he felt like he had been reborn. Even though he had sweat through his clothes and probably ruined Serim’s chair, all he could think about was the last thirty minutes and how it was the best thing that had ever happened to him. If he could only watch his boyfriends fuck forever, he thinks he would be happy.
Serim stumbled over to Woobin’s chair, removing the handcuffs one by one. Even when the handcuffs were gone, Woobin still felt the ghosts of them on his wrists. When Serim and Woobin’s eyes met, they could tell they were both dazed and slightly out of it. With Woobin’s now free hands, he wrapped one around the nape of Serim’s neck and pulled him in close. Serim reciprocated his touch and kissed him deeply as if to tell him I love you, you’re so pretty, you did good. He kissed Woobin like it’s all he was ever made for.
As much as they wanted to kiss forever, they had to break. Allen was still laying on the bed and he was fatigued and in need of aftercare.
Serim led Woobin to his bed, letting him touch Allen’s naked body for the first time. Woobin was hesitant as he hovered his hand over Allen’s waist, but lovingly reached his hand out to stroke his back. Allen purred, closing his eyes and melting into the touch. “Isn’t he so pretty?” Serim whispered to Woobin. And then, “You’re so pretty.” whispered directly to Allen. Allen opened his eyes just enough to look at Serim, and then fluttered them to Woobin as he agreed. “Yeah. You’re so pretty, Allen.”
Sleep was taking over Allen’s body, but he still reached out to touch Woobin’s hand. “I love you guys…” He mumbled, his eyes growing heavy. Woobin’s heart swooned and he was touched until Allen, the little shit that he is, had to let one final thought fall from his lips.
“Even if you’re a freak who likes to get cucked by his boyfriends…”