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Sunoo has always known he was a little bit different from the rest. Starting from his hair, which was a bright mint color instead of the pink he saw on everyone else, to his skin tone—far more fuschia than he’d like… he seemed to always be the oddity in the village where he lived. But perhaps what draws more attention, and what made him even more of an outcast, are the freckles dotted across his cheeks and the wings he was born with: the top of them facing sideways and not upwards. In other words, useless wings.
Sunoo was an eccentricity, an exception—he was a fairy that couldn’t fly.
When he was a baby, it didn’t bother him that much. He was too young to catch the pity looks his parents directed at him when he wasn’t looking, especially when he was mesmerized watching the wings around him flutter and take people up and up until they disappeared from his sight.
He would ask them, eyes full of shine and excitement, when would his turn come? To join in the fun of being weightless?
Never. Years passed and it never came.
But it wasn’t his fault, his sister would say after seeing their mom cry once again at the dining table. And Sunoo knew the tears came from seeing him all alone when she came to pick him up after school, but still, the most gullible part inside him couldn’t help but feel that he had disappointed her, that he had disappointed everyone in their small community of fairies.
It was hard for a teen like him to experience such isolation everywhere he went. It didn’t matter that he could hide the dirt on his face (though the darkest shade of foundation he’d found was still too light), or that he dyed his roots constantly to hide their natural mint color, nothing he did mattered if the moment someone saw his back they’d drop the nice act and back away from him as if he had rainbow plague.
(Which he did but back when he was still a child.)
Sunoo wasn’t a bitter person. He had learnt long ago to brush the questions and weird glances he’d get on the street from walking and not flying, but they piled up enough for him to run away the day he turned eighteen.
He left a note for his parents and another one for his sister. He wrote about how he was sorry for leaving them—especially when they’d given him so much—but that for the sake of theirs and his own peace he had to get away. Will he come back? He doesn’t know. Will he tell them where he settles? In fear of his escape being cut short, no, he will not, but he’ll try his best to write them letters because he loves them, a lot—and distance wouldn’t change that. He hoped, finally, that the same could be said for him.
When the sun rose up, Sunoo was tired, hungry and thirsty from walking all night. He couldn’t risk getting caught by the witch police, however, so it was only when he found himself far enough from the village that he allowed himself to rest.
He ended up in a sort of prairie. The tall grass brushed against his middle (he was still quite a small fairy for his age) and there were fluffy dandelions he tried his best not to blow off. As Sunoo watched the pappi spread around him, a dark cloud hid the beaming sun. Not so long after, the first sign of an upcoming storm rumbled on top of him, and Sunoo realized with a shiver that he had nowhere to shelter from it.
He had nowhere to hide if someone decided to attack him, either.
Because maybe he was a faulty fairy, a fairy with wings more than crooked and tainted skin, but he was still one. And fairies were easy prey for wolves, vampires and pretty much anything that moved and was hungry. That’s why they all lived in a cramped village where harm couldn’t reach them as easily: It was agreed upon by the species to not cross into their territory under any circumstances, but if they flew away from the river that served as a barrier between them and the outside world and they were hurt… Well, no one could be deemed guilty in that case.
Sunoo’s lip quivered.
He really didn’t want to be eaten, but given that he couldn’t even fly in case of danger, the odds weren’t in his favor. And Sunoo knew that if was eaten in that very instant, far as he was from the safety of their village, there was nothing his family could do but hope the flies didn’t poke his body that much.
The fairy crossed his fingers behind his back. He looked around him for a place he could hide at. Squinting, he caught a glimpse of a rusty-looking cabin in the distance. Without thinking too much, Sunoo resolved he’d stay there just for a little while whilst he thought of where he’d go after the weather calmed itself.
With heavy steps, he found himself following a stone path that led directly to the wooden construction. A bit drenched from the rain that had started to fall, Sunoo knocked on the heavy door, wishing there was no one inside.
He placed his ear against the humid wood.
Please, please, please, he thought as the seconds passed and nothing could be heard from behind the door.
Deeming it acceptable to try his luck with opening the door, Sunoo pushed the door. He didn’t expect it to yield under his touch at once.
So he fell. Hard.
The sound of his body making contact with the floor tiles was worse than the actual pain, but Sunoo winced for another reason: The lights were on.
Trying to calm himself, he reasoned that maybe the person had left recently and that’s why nobody had answered the door—but something told him that wasn’t right either.
He walked a few steps in, familiarizing himself with the smell of cinnamon and stuffiness that coated the cabin. Albeit small, it seemed very well cared for. He passed by the corridor into the living room, and then he went upstairs into what should be the master bedroom where two bunk beds faced each other and a tiny TV hung on the wall.
Sunoo felt sorry to be intruding into someone else’s home, but he figured it was that or getting slaughtered by Cloud knows who. With that in mind, he laid on one of the beds at the bottom and before Sunoo knew it, he was fast asleep.
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A few hours later, when Sunoo woke up it was to a smell of hotcakes and eggs. He had never gotten out of bed so fast. Maybe last week he would have gone back to sleep with the intention of having a late breakfast alone, but this was clearly different. This was dangerous.
Should he go out and betray his presence? Wouldn’t stalling the moment only make it worse? Especially if whoever it was that was down there knew he had been drooling on their pillow…
So he did what any brave fairy who could not fly and at the risk of dying would do: Try to run away—again.
He opened the bedroom door very quietly, and just like that he descended the stairs. Or more like tried, because short from reaching the last step something dark—someone—waiting for him at the bottom made him stop in his tracks.
The creature was tall, much more taller than Sunoo, had fair, almost white skin, and was wearing some sort of black attire that contrasted with their blonde hair.
Paired with a pointy nose, a sharp jawline and thin lips, Sunoo had no idea what the other could be. At first he had thought they might be a vampire, but they didn’t look as lifeless as the ones he had seen. Maybe a grim reaper? But those weren’t caught without their scythe.
And now the thing was, smiling at him?
Sunoo could only hope his trembling wasn’t as noticeable.
After what felt like an eternity of locking his eyes with those dark brown ones, his potential killer cleared their throat,
“Hello? Had a nice sleep?” Oh shit, their voice was nice.
Meanwhile Sunoo couldn’t find his. The stranger giggled.
“You’re probably scared right? Don’t worry, I won’t do anything to you.” They must have seen the hesitation on his face because the creature added, “Really, I mean it. My name’s Jongseong, though everybody calls me Jay, what’s yours?”
Sunoo let out the breath he was holding. It seemed that he would be safe for another day.
“S-Sunoo.”
He received a beautiful smile in return. “Well, Sunoo, welcome to the house!”
Sunoo couldn’t have known how much that simple phrase would change his whole life.
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“Yah, it’s my turn!” Jungwon screamed.
“Wasn’t your turn on Monday, hyung?”
“Yes, Riki, but someone stole it from me.”
Sunghoon smirked. “Oh, so you’re referring to him as your property now?
“The turn, hyung, I’m talking about my fucking turn with him that you stole.” Jungwon shook his head. “I can’t understand why you couldn’t wait two days more.”
“You should’ve seen how squishy and pink he looked, Jungwonie—you would have done the same had it been another day.”
“Like today, for example.”
“That’s not what I meant—”
“Could you two please shut up? I wanna cuddle. Doesn’t matter with whom.” Sunoo’s voice interrupted them. He sounded tired.
Oh, had you told Sunoo a couple of months ago he’d be witnessing two hot guys (three if he had not slept with Riki last night) fight for who can get to coddle him to sleep, he would have laughed at your face. He would have cackled with self-deprecation because who would want to do anything with an abomination like him?
But now, he was used to breaking the silly fights of the seven guys he had gotten wrapped around his finger.
After that first meeting with Jay—who Sunoo discovered was an amazing chef—he had met the other five occupants of the cabin. How did that many people manage to fit in such a tight space? Sunoo didn’t know, but it seemed like in his panic he had been blind to the other three rooms located on the second floor.
He had been nervous to make acquaintances with the pending five. Although Jay explained to him whilst he munched on the pancakes that they were “humans” and that they had nothing special going on—meaning they couldn’t really judge any other species—Sunoo feared the rejection that would come when the others saw his wings, hair or skin.
Thankfully, Jay knew his friends better than Sunoo because none of that happened. If anything, they were endeared the moment they saw the fairy.
His fuschia skin, mint hair and freckles only added to the cuteness that Sunoo was in their eyes. The way he stuttered when seeing the six big men in front of him could only be described as adorable, and his fragile and curvy body activated their protectiveness and lust for the one that gazed at them beneath his lashes.
And don’t get them started on his wings, that were the cutest shade of purple with pink and yellow dots scattered on them. The fact that they weren’t angled right didn’t make them less beautiful in their eyes.
In other words, they were whipped. And they took it as homework to show it to Sunoo.
First of all, they asked the fairy a bunch of questions about his past life. How he lived, who was his family, did he have friends? And when they found out the cruelty he had been treated with, they vowed to give Sunoo the love he deserved.
Then it came the matter of how to, well, divide their time with Sunoo so they weren’t over him the whole time (though Sunoo wouldn’t have minded). Throughout the day, it wasn’t that hard to decide who stayed with him because most of their work shifts at the local mountain started and ended at different times, but at night…
That’s what originated the fights.
After one or two semi-bloody altercations around who got to sleep with Sunoo, they decided that the best way to do it and not kill themselves in the process was to assign a day for each one of them, leaving Sunday for Sunoo to choose the person he wanted to sleep with.
It worked, in the beginning. It was by far the best method they could use, but that didn’t mean they weren’t going to be little shits and try to shorten their week-long wait. Especially Riki and Sunghoon, and most recently, Jungwon.
Those three could pull each other’s hair, roll around the floor and act like desperate teenagers in order to get some more time with their crush.
It didn’t make any difference that they fucked Sunoo several times a day. No. They could have been the ones that got him to squirt on their faces and moan until his voice was hoarse—but for them, for everyone, bedtime was still something extra special.
More special than getting Sunoo to come untouched.
Maybe it was his soft little face drunk with sleepiness, the way his words slurred and he clung onto their bodies like they were going to let go. How his skin was soft to the touch and how he curled his lithe frame into a ball they could hug against their chest. The cutesy pajamas he wore and that left nothing to the imagination—how his barely there tits pressed against the fabric and were, oh, so so sensitive that the smallest brush against them had the fairy curling his feet because, tickles, hyung!
That was a thing too. Everyone became a hyung to the pretty fairy because Jungwon and Riki didn’t bother correcting Sunoo the first time he called them that, and honestly, there was nothing better than listening to him whining about Jungwonie hyung or Niki hyung.
It made things arouse inside them that they didn’t know could be aroused.
All in all, Sunoo’s new life could be described as getting a ton of praise he still wasn’t used to receiving but that warmed his tummy either way, being touched every single moment of the day, listening to funny anecdotes from his hyungs jobs and appreciating the reflection on the mirror that had freckles, mint hair, hot pink skin and sideway wings.
Had he known he only needed to stray kilometers away from his home to get six scorching boyfriends, he would have done it much more before.
“Oh my god, don’t you dare carry him like that, Yang Jungwon! He’s mine for today!”
“Should’ve thought better before acting last Monday, hyung .”