One Shot, One Chance; Youngjae/B.A.P; NC-17 (2/2)
1/2
Youngjae tenses up, blinking against the cum clinging to his eyelashes. Junhong must have noticed his wary expression, because now he's put the least maximum space between them, his breath ghosting over Youngjae's cheek as he bends over, the height difference startling the older boy a bit.
"You don't have to look that scared, hyung." the youngest of them all encourages, voice sweet and small as he clears away the cum from Youngjae's face, eyes bright with the same childish demeanor Youngjae has always been fond of. Junhong moves closer, his smile genuine and warm that it makes Youngjae ache, and when Junhong presses a light kiss on the corner of Youngjae's lips, just enough to count for a real kiss, the older boy's heart bursts with affection. He's just about to whine when the contact ends, wanting more of this kind of intimacy, when Junhong's breathy whisper hits him like a slap to the face-
"Me and Daehyun hyung decided to share, so you won't have to deal with us separately." Junhong continues, stepping back to pull his pants down, his cock springing out of its confines proudly. "The thing is, I'm going to fuck you from behind while Daehyun hyung sucks your dick."
Youngjae's throat runs dry, the reality of the situation weighing down on him as Junhong offers him a flirty grin before sidestepping to make room for Daehyun, who had been standing just a few feet away, having the decency to act as if Junhong and Youngjae really needed proper privacy.
"Hey, best friend." is Daehyun's greeting, smiling so wide his eyes crinkle in that familiar way. Youngjae feels the strongest urge to punch his face out of all of them, and he probably would have, if not for the chains holding him back. "Don't look so pissed off, okay. You wound me so much, Yoo Youngjae. And here I was just thinking about giving you a nice blowjob, but now I'm thinking I should fuck you too, right after Junhongie."
Daehyun shoots a hand out and grips Youngjae by the hair, pulling him forward so they're face-to-face. "I'm going to fuck that pretty little scowl off your face and make you cum so hard you'd pass out."
Youngjae's breath hitches, eyes wide with the same fear he had when he first saw the five of them, their gazes promising nothing but sadistic pleasure.
Seeming to sense the tension emitting from Youngjae, Junhong easily slides into the space between the older boy and the fence so that the top of Youngjae's head is brushing against Junhong's lips, the height difference more apparent in their current position.
Daehyun meets Junhong's gaze at the top of Youngjae's head, sharing a secret smile afterwards. Youngjae feels goosebumps travel at the back of his neck, flutters of Junhong's hot breaths making his heart twist with a sort of sick anticipation, mixing in with the dread he feels as he watches Daehyun sink to his knees, not wasting a second before he's got Youngjae's cock in his hand, tightening his grip until his friend is whimpering, bare toes curling against the hard, dusty concrete as he suppresses the urge to fuck himself into Daehyun's fist.
Junhong reaches a hand around to run down Youngjae's torso, then back up again to tweak a nipple, smiling against Youngjae's hair as he emits a scandalized noise. He pinches the older boy's nipple, then twists and pulls before rubbing it in soothing, slow circles.
Daehyun watches appraisingly from his position, then takes advantage of the fact Youngjae's eyes are screwed shut to bring his tongue out, leaning in until he's able to lick a hot, wet stripe up Youngjae's cock. The boy's legs buckle beneath him, and Junhong is quick to reach out his other hand to press Youngjae against him, gently telling his hyung to lean on him so he won't fall. Junhong continues to support him with a pale, smooth hand against Youngjae's chest before shooting Daehyun a look that suggests it's okay to continue.
Daehyun draws himself impossibly closer then, his hot breath ghosting over Youngjae's thighs. He takes his sweet time running his hand up and down the valley of toned, tanned flesh, smiling to himself as he feels the faint tremors Youngjae is trying to hold back. His thighs are so small and plump, and Daehyun appreciates them with his mouth, kissing and nibbling and sometimes running his tongue upwards, then downwards, watching as Youngjae's dick twitches with the sensation of something wet and hot against his sensitive skin.
Junhong, on the other hand, has busied himself with rubbing his cock against Youngjae's asscheeks, rutting and grinding almost desperately as the globes of flesh jiggle with his movements. His hand sneaks up to pull at Youngjae's nipple once more, already swollen from being repeatedly abused, but the sounds the boy makes arouse Junhong so much it actually makes him spurt precum, the youngest resting the side of his face against Youngjae's hair, mouth hanging open as he moves his hips so his cock is perfectly settled between his hyung's asscheeks, red and swollen and gleaming, a contrast to the expanse of Youngjae's smooth skin.
"Daehyun hyung," Junhong downright whines, his hand dropping from Youngjae's nipple to his hips, steadying the older boy with one hand as his other hand moves from supporting Youngjae down to his own cock. "I want to fuck him already. Can I? I really, really want to."
Daehyun looks up at Junhong over Youngjae's shoulder, pretending to think it through when the answer is so obvious. Youngjae's staring at a speck on the floor a few feet away, then belatedly realizes how bad of an idea that was, seeing as his eyes almost automatically snap up to look at the rest of his audience, all with the same hungry look in their eyes, shamelessly tugging at their growing erections as they survey Youngjae like he's prized meat.
"Alright." comes Daehyun's voice, crisp and clear, and Youngjae glances down, heart in his throat, as his friend throws him a dirty look. "He's getting distracted by the others already anyway. We better show him who's fucking him now."
Junhong snorts, clearly affronted, before hooking his chin over Youngjae's shoulder, letting his next words sear itself against the older boy's skin, "You better pay attention, Youngjae hyung. It's not everyday I get to fuck just anyone."
Before Youngjae can even properly comprehend what Junhong's saying in that uncharacteristically deep, angry voice, he feels the youngest pushing his hard cock into him, fingers against his hip securing him in place. Junhong doesn't even hesitate, just pushes in and in and in until Youngjae is so full he can't even speak or blink, afraid he might split open the moment he does even the smallest of movements.
The sensation of Junhong thrusting into him makes Youngjae temporarily forget about Daehyun, but all it takes is for the latter to close his mouth over the head of Youngjae's dick, sucking fervently and with much more vigor than Yongguk, clearly hinting that he's done this plenty of times before. Youngjae cries out, his chains harmonious with the throaty, desperate sounds, clinking together and against each other at the force of Junhong's thrusts. He keeps driving himself so deep into Youngjae that the older boy's hips inevitably gets pushed towards Daehyun, making Youngjae's cock plunge deeper into the heat of his mouth in the process.
Youngjae realizes, through the thick haze in his mind, that this is actually a sick cycle Junhong and Daehyun had formulated, some sort of twisted teamwork wherein the main objective is to fuck Youngjae in the cruelest of ways. Junhong, seeming to hear his thoughts, laughs breathily and brokenly right against his ear, seeing as his chin is still rested on Youngjae's shoulder.
"W-we have a... a good thing... going o-on, huh... ngh," Junhong bites his lip, shutting his eyes as gives a particularly hard thrust, his own thighs shaking at the pleasure Youngjae is giving him. He presses a kiss against the salty skin of Youngjae's shoulder, in awe of how good he feels, so tight and hot and wet inside. "Y-you feel ama- ngh, shit, you're amazing, h..hyung- I think I'm-"
Daehyun withdraws his mouth from Youngjae's cock upon hearing Junhong's insistent babbling, frowning a little. "Hey," he snaps at Junhong, "if you're gonna cum, fucking cum already. My jaw can't take much cock if you keep thrusting like that."
All the while he's nagging at the youngest, Daehyun is stroking Youngjae languidly, thumb conspicuously pressing against the slit to hold off any unwanted orgasm. Junhong whimpers a little, face screwed shut, the blush on his cheeks so prominent against his pale skin. He thrusts one, two, three, then loses himself midway in the fourth, cumming just when he's about to bury himself up to the hilt.
Junhong draws out his release by pumping himself into Youngjae with the last of his strength, squelching, wet noises reverberating across the room as Junhong insists on fucking Youngjae even when he's already so full of cum, his cock almost slipping out because of how wet Youngjae is from the inside. Daehyun watches on almost lazily, thumb digging more into Youngjae's slit, obviously hinting that he isn't allowed to cum yet.
Youngjae whimpers and pants, his body practically bouncing against Junhong, who seems to actually be getting hard again while he's still inside him. Damn horny teenagers and their ability to sprout a boner 5 seconds after their last orgasm.
"Oh no you don't." Daehyun's voice is almost legitimately pissed, standing up to full height as he shoves Junhong, backing him up against the fence, his half-hard cock slipping out of Youngjae. "It's my turn to fuck him, Choi. Now go to the front and deal with that sad dick of yours."
Junhong pouts, looking like a sad puppy, or a toddler who just dropped his ice cream cone, or maybe both. The point is, he looks so dejected as he does what he's told that Youngjae, bless him, actually feels a little sorry. But that sympathy for Junhong morphs into sympathy for himself in the span of 1.56 seconds, his heart rate tripling in speed as he spots the gleeful look on Daehyun's face.
Youngjae wants so badly to swipe that stupid, perverted smirk on Daehyun's face as he slips into the space Junhong had left moments ago, whistling as he takes in the mess the youngest had made. Grinding his teeth angrily, Youngjae turns his cramped neck, ignoring the dull pain that shoots through his spine as he shoots Daehyun the pissiest, angriest glare he's ever made in his life. He cannot believe he will actually have to deal with this asshole's dick in him.
"What?" Daehyun asks innocently, blinking as though he hadn't been openly appreciating the swell of Youngjae's ass. "Why are you looking at me with so much hate, Jae? We're best friends remember?"
Youngjae swivels his head back to where Junhong is standing in front of him, a glazed look in his eyes as he drinks in the sight of his hyung's slender frame, shaky hand slowly pumping his cock.
"Shut up." Youngjae manages, every muscle in his body tense as he feels Daehyun's thick cock against his ass, the other boy having the nerve to slap it against his asscheeks, fascinated at how full and plump the globes jiggle whenever he repeats the action.
Youngjae doesn't even understand why he's so prissy; probably because Daehyun is his best friend, and that best friends shouldn't do this- best friends should help each other get out of situations like this- best friends shouldn't be letting other boys fuck him to the ground, let alone join them-
"This isn't some sick sort of revenge I'm playing on you," Daehyun says, sounding almost thoughtful, now pushing Youngjae's asscheeks apart to stare at his abused hole before swallowing hard, lining his own cock against it. "I just want to fuck you like the rest of them, Jae. Because you're so cute and h-hot-" he stutters around the end, having lodged his dick into Youngjae at the last second. Youngjae cries out, the intrusion unwanted, but his cock still leaks precum in arousal nonetheless.
"Holy shit," Daehyun's murmurs are soft and fleeting, enveloping Youngjae's skin with words of reverence as his cock drives so deep and good into the boy that Daehyun's vision temporarily dims with intense pleasure. "Young-nghh, Jae- you're so tight, fuck, take it- fucking take it-"
Youngjae's throat is scratchy and hoarse as he moans and cries and makes the lewdest noises any of them has ever heard in their lives, and they keep a record in their heads, tucking it into the safety of their memories for when nights are lonely and cold.
Daehyun is rough and needy, thrusting his dick into Youngjae as if his life depended on it, as if Death was looming over his head, waiting to swallow him to hell if he did too poor of a job of fucking Youngjae's ass. His thrusts are so hard that their flesh slap against each other, Youngjae's asscheeks already turning a hot pink along with Daehyun's hips, but he doesn't stop driving himself into his best friend, fingers pressing hard into Youngjae's skin, over the bruises the others had already left, making the boy wince along with the pleasure of having something so thick and hard ramming into him, satisfying that need in the pit of his stomach.
Junhong watches the scene before his eyes, jaw hanging open like he's watching his very first porno. His eyes run over the sweat glistening over Youngjae's skin like a second layer, the hot blush pervading his round cheeks as he takes what Daehyun gives him, his cock bobbing in all directions as his hips are held in any way Daehyun deems perfect while he fucks him. Junhong drinks this all in, aware that his hyungs behind him are doing the same, jerking off to Youngjae and his face and his body and his voice and his sweat and his lips and his eyes that look like they've had enough, but are still begging for more-
Junhong finds himself swimming in Youngjae's eyes while he tightens a hand around his own cock, fucking his fist and letting out broken pants, hot breaths melting into the already too-hot temperature of the room. Sweat rolls down his face as he thinks back to the memory of Youngjas's tight heat around him, sucking his cock everytime he pulled out, then engulfing him with wet heat each time he pushed further.
The youngest of the boys lets out a choke, drowned out by Youngjae's own cry as he cums, Daehyun holding his hips steady as he lets spurt after spurt come out, even reaching around to milk Youngjae's dick while he continues fucking him from behind. Junhong blinks several times, then, dropping all signs of hesitation, he goes down on his knees, mouth open with his tongue hanging out. Daehyun grins over Youngjae's shouder upon seeing this, positioning Youngjae's still spurting cock just above Junhong's mouth, cum landing on his tongue in thick drops.
"Tastes good, huh?" Daehyun says, not entirely asking. Junhong nods anyway, savoring the bitter, warm taste like a rare piece of chocolate.
Youngjae lets out a strained cry, already spent beyond his limit. He feels Daehyun letting go of his limp cock before thrusting a few more times, resting his forehead against the small of Youngjae's back as he watches his own cock go in and out, in and out, in and out, setting out a rhythm that only he knows the exact steps to.
Youngjae's body is sagging with the effort to hold himself up, sore and incredibly tired. Daehyun protests by pushing himself all the way in, every inch of his cock lodged perfectly into Youngjae before he starts rutting, rubbing his hips against Youngjae's asscheeks.
"Can you just cum already!" Himchan's annoyed voice startles them all, even Youngjae, who's stirred a bit from where he's leaning against Daehyun, his only other means of support being the chains around his wrist.
Daehyun gives them a taunting grin before latching his mouth against Youngjae's neck, biting hard as he ruts so hard Youngjae's body jerks, and then he feels it, hot spurts of Daehyun's cum dirtying him from the inside. Youngjae let out a sound of relief, knees giving away as he falls unceremoniously to the floor, Daehyun stepping away at the wrong second, failing to steady him.
"T... tired," Youngjae draws the word out with immense difficulty, his chains rattling, the echo painful against his ears. He feels so ridiculously spent that he's sure he won't be getting an erection for another month, and his wrists are so sore there might be cuff marks already embedded deep into his skin, a reminder of the lifetime of sex and embarrassment he's had today. His asshole twitches, a pain so sharp and distinct he whimpers, face contorted in discomfort as it dawns on him that he's taken four dicks and more or less six fingers, all on his first time.
Am I dying, he wonders, already feeling hazy. His vision starts to blur, the sides fading and melding together, hard and distinct color turning soft as he blinks languidly. I'm so tired... I want to sleep-
"Baby?" a voice is murmuring into his ear, disrupting his thoughts of deep slumber. A pair of hands is tugging on his chain cuffs, then a moment later Youngjae's arms fall to his sides, and he almost cries out in joy, temporarily jolted awake as he moves his arms around experimentally, face lit up at the thought of finally being free-
"Baby?" the voice repeats, and Youngjae turns, then feels his heart drop to the very bottom of his stomach, like an anchor hastily thrown overboard. Himchan is leaning close to his face, so close he can feel his breath brushing faintly against his cheek. Youngjae looks around then, panic striking his heart as he realizes he's actually surrounded, all five boys closing in on him just like earlier.
"Hey," Himchan brushes a hand up his arm, as if to console him, but Youngjae recoils, as if that simple contact had burned him. "why do you still look so scared? We've already fucked you and everything..."
Himchan trails off, meeting Yongguk's heated gaze, his jaw hard and unyielding. Jongup watches on quietly, but there's a look of longing in his eyes. A little to his left, Junhong and Daehyun crowd over, jostling to ogle Youngjae in his state of vulnerability.
"Actually, not everyone has fucked you," Himchan snaps Youngjae's gaze back to his, and cold dread seeps though the pores of his skin, goosebumps running up and down. Yongguk grunts, eyes glinting, his painfully hard dick visible through the slit of his unzipped jeans. "Yonggukkie wants a turn- actually, we all want another turn..."
Youngjae looks at them all as if they've all grown two heads, which would probably help in this situation, seeing as their single brains are too small to hold enough common sense. Maybe growing another brain each would make them realize how dumb and stupid they are, looking at Youngjae with so much desire that it almost consumes him.
I could just punch them, Youngjae thinks in sudden inspiration, body tensing up with this realization. I could just punch them in the face and get away-
Except Youngjae's arms are aching so much despite being free, too used to its position above his head after god knows how many hours. Plus his ass is still so sore, making the simplest of tasks, like say, standing up, one of his biggest feats of the century.
"Baby?" comes Himchan's sickeningly sweet voice. Youngjae whips his head at him, resentment across his wary features.
"Stop calling me that," the younger boy snaps, ears burning hotly as the rest of them surveys him with careful gazes, completely in contrast with the heated looks they kept throwing at him earlier. "I'm tired and sore and aching everywhere, and I don't even know where I am and why I'm here, and you still want to fuck me-"
"Yes." comes the immediate reply from Yongguk, his gaze enough to melt Youngjae, who colors a little under such intensity.
"Why?" Youngjae eventually replies, eyes downcast and cheeks flaming as he looks down at the floor where he's sprawled, five boys crouching to surround him with their warm eyes and lingering touches, and somehow Youngjae feels more naked like this, laying his thoughts out in the open with little to no hesitation. "I mean," he decides to add hastily, "I mean, I know I'm just dreaming... but why?"
Somewhere beside him Jongup frowns and starts, "Did he just say..." but Daehyun shushes him, because Yongguk replies almost immediately.
"Because you're cute."
"And hot." Himchan supplies, running his eyes over Youngjae to prove his point.
"And we'd always known you'd be great at taking dick." Daehyun adds, grinning broadly.
Jongup and Junhong look at each other, then shrug, but their cheeks have colored into hot shades of red; too embarrassed to speak out their thoughts, but Youngjae is pretty sure he can make a good guess.
Honestly, he would've wanted to ask more, like Why didn't you just tell me like normal people? or Are you all seriously sexually attracted to me? but he goes against it, because this is just a dream anyway, he's established that right from the start, and they're all hard anyway, including Youngjae himself.
Huh, he thinks absently, rearranging his position so he is now directly facing Yongguk, who would've thought this situation would actually turn me on.
"Fine," he blurts out before he can stop himself, looking away at the last second, still too flustered to meet the eldest’s gaze. Himchan looks around the other boys, as if he's trying to confirm he's heard correctly.
"Fine?" Himchan repeats, a smile already growing on his face despite trying to suppress it. "Fine, as in like, okay fine? Or fine as in, fine I'll kick your asses-"
"Fine as in-" Youngjae finishes hotly, cheeks and ears hopelessly red with mortification upon realizing he has to repeat himself. "okay! It's okay- I... just fuck me already." he throws a helpless glance up towards Yongguk, then side eyes Himchan, who is smiling with all the delight of an eight-year old during Christmas.
"Okay," the asshole of a human being says once he's gotten over the initial euphoria. "if you're just that desperate..."
*
Youngjae squeezes his eyes shut, letting out a small, pained cry as Yongguk pushes into him from behind, after proper preparation from Daehyun, who pops his fingers into his own mouth and sucks them fervently, half-lidded eyes watching the scene unfold while he strokes himself.
Youngjae is down to his knees, ass high in the air as Yongguk starts fucking him in urgent pumps, appreciative grunts leaving his thick lips. Youngjae's hands are gripping Himchan's waist for support, seeing as his arms are still aching so much that the thought of bracing his weight against the floor is beyond impossible. Apart from that, Himchan gets to push his own dick past Youngjae's swollen lips into his willing mouth, seeing as he's practically eye-level with Himchan's crotch anyway.
The two youngest boys have somehow managed to crouch in between Himchan and Youngjae's bodies, taking turns sucking Youngjae's dick and pressing light kisses to his balls, sometimes even doing both simultaneously which drives Youngjae more to the edge of his release, if not his sanity.
"Shit," Daehyun groans, almost drooling as he takes in the sight. "you're so fucking good, Jae. Look at how you're making everyone feel good... god, you're so hot-"
Himchan bites his lip, stifling a moan as he throws his head back and pushes more of his cock into Youngjae's hot mouth, drool running down the corner of his lips as he adjusts to Himchan's girth. Youngjae breathes sharply through his nose, mimicking Yongguk's techniques from earlier as he literally sucks Himchan dry, lapping at the precum the moment it hits his tongue.
"Yeah," Yongguk's reaction is a little late, but he agrees nonetheless, bucking his hips so fast it looks as if both their hips are about to snap. "he's so good. So tight even after taking so much dick..."
Yongguk changes the angle of his thrusts, directly hitting that spot in Youngjae that makes him suck Himchan so hard his cheeks hollow out, makes him spurt out precum that Jongup laps at while Junhong fondles his balls with his hands and mouth.
Youngjae feels so full and fucked and pleasured beyond belief that he almost wants to cry, the pleasure the rest of them are giving him too much for a single body to take. His legs start to tremble, along with his arms, his grip on Himchan's hips faltering, but Yongguk steadies him with strong hands desperately clutching his waist, securing Youngjae's ass against his own hips before fucking into him with all the force and pace he can manage to keep up. Himchan does the same, only instead of securing Youngjae's hips he clutches the boy's hair, tight enough to make Youngjae wince as he starts fucking his pretty mouth, only momentarily pausing when Youngjae chokes on spit and precum, some of it running down the corner of his mouth. Junhong and Jongup kiss and lick their way down Youngjae's swollen cock, where Jongup's lips stay to graze his tongue against the base while Junhong licks a stripe back up towards the head, dipping his tongue into the slit, eagerly waiting for whatever Youngjae is willing to give.
Daehyun swallows thickly, finding himself slowly walking towards Youngjae, dick still in his hand, jerking himself in quick strokes. He places a hand on Youngjae's exposed sweaty back, making the boy jolt a little in surprise. Daehyun groans and strokes himself harder, eyes wandering from Yongguk's cock mercilessly ramming into Youngjae's ass, Himchan's cock practically being swallowed by Youngjae's pretty mouth, and Junhong and Jongup sucking and licking Youngjae like they're sharing a popsicle on a hot summer day.
His hand falters from drawing out his release as he bends down until his mouth is directly against Youngjae's ear, his tongue coming out to lick around the shell before he bites on the soft flesh there, making Youngjae whimper around Himchan's cock.
"You looks so amazing, Jae," Daehyun says, licking the abused patch of skin before tracing light kisses on the side of Youngjae's face. "If only everyone could see you right now, taking cock up your ass and mouth while getting sucked off- Jesus, you're one of a kind, you know that?"
Youngjae, through the stinging tears in his eyes, gives Daehyun a sidelong glance, a question swimming in his eyes. Daehyun chuckles, his breath fanning Youngjae's eyeslashes.
"The thing is," he starts, reaching out to tweak Youngjae's nipple, enjoying the distraction before his eyes are set onto Youngjae again, malicious and heartless. "this isn't a dream. I mean, why else would you be feeling all this pain and pleasure?"
Youngjae feels something in him drop, hands and legs going slack. His blood drops cold, and just as soon as he's sure he's going to pass out, the reality hits him so hard he feels a palpable electric current wrack through his body, making him cum so hard stars are shooting somewhere behind his eyes, everything confusing and spectacular all at once. Junhong and Jongup, who had felt his release coming just a second earlier, opens their mouths eagerly, lapping at Youngjae's cum as spurt after spurt hits their tongues.
"Oh shit, oh shit-" Yongguk is saying, Youngjae tightening around him so much he cums as well, thick hot spurts shooting deep in his ass. Himchan follows a moment later, withdrawing just in time for his cum to spurt all over Youngjae's face, dribbling down to the floor like melted ice cream.
Youngjae pants, every limb in his body weak, but Daehyun, being the devil's spawn, yanks him by the hair and kisses him so fiercely, his other hand coming back down to stroke himself to completion. He licks at the mess around Youngjae's lips and chin, then swallows each tired whine, his tongue easily slipping into Youngjae's mouth, who is slack and impartial at this point.
"Ahh, shit-" Daehyun pulls back, a thin line of saliva connecting their lips before his eyes roll back in pure ecstasy, embedding the sight of Youngjae's spent, cum-filled face at the back of his eyelids before he finally cums, hot and thick, his body sagging in satisfaction afterwards.
Himchan and Yongguk slowly pry themselves out of a semi-conscious Youngjae, who's shaking so much with the effort of staying awake.
"Hey, Youngjae," Yongguk's voice is filled with so much concern Youngjae has to wonder if he really was the same man fucking his ass just now. The warm cum running down his thighs are proof enough, though. "come on, it's alright, go to sleep-"
Sleep, even the word itself is enough to relax Youngjae, making him blink tiredly as he feels someone lift him off from floor, both his arms swung on strong, broad shoulders. Someone else is wiping the mess from his face, while another is cleaning off his thighs.
"You must be very tired, hyung." Jongup's voice drifts somewhere above his ears, like a cool breeze during the late afternoon. "You can go to sleep."
Okay, Youngjae thinks, or says- honestly, he's not even sure at this point, so he drops his head, comfortably tucking it into someone's shoulder as he feels himself being carried along, his feet barely brushing against the ground so he feels like he's floating.
Sleep, Youngjae thinks, blearily looking up at five faces he can't really make out in the dark, but it's okay. Sleep, his mind commands again, sleep, and worry about this later. Sleep, and dream of better things.
Youngjae's eyes shut completely, the darkness snatching away any sense of consciousness he has left as he exhales, and sleeps.
*
end
there is literally no plot to this i'm sorry