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"Holy sexy Korean men, Batman," she whispers loudly. "Which one is it?"

I laugh as do some of the others. "They can hear you, Hannah."

She fakes surprise. "Oh no, can they? Dude, they're hot. Now, tell me which one it is, or is it all of them?"

One hundred percent, she says the last part as a joke, but I just lift an eyebrow at her, making her mouth drop open in true surprise. She closes it then opens it again. "Here I am calling you to talk about my one and you're surrounded by a freaking buffet. How many even was that?"

She starts counting on her fingers, making us laugh again before I take pity on her and answer, "Eight."

"Okay, okay," she says, looking upward and apparently thinking out loud. "So, you're going to need a plus eight at the wedding then."

As she says the words, we both look at each other and start laughing uncontrollably. I have tears of the joyous kind slipping out of my eyes when she looks offscreen.

"Edward is here," she says. The man popping into frame with a quick hello before she adds, "I've got to go. Call me later, yeah?"

"I will," I promise. "And congratulations, guys."

"Thanks," they both say at the same time before the call ends.

I'm still chuckling a bit when I glance up from my phone. Eight faces stare back at me in humor and wonder.

"Well, not exactly how I expected my morning to go," I say, making them laugh with me.

A few days go by quickly since I've been helping at the kids' home a little more and been spending time talking to Hannah too about wedding plans. I've just made it home and hung up with said bride-to-be, walking in and slipping off my shoes to go off in search of the man that made her cry today. I find him in the living room with a few of the others, Jae-un, In Se, Kyung, and Minsul all spread out on the couch on their phones.

He's sprawled out on the floor leaning back against one of the backrest pillows on his phone too. He doesn't even bother to look up as I move to stand beside him. The rest of them in the room have gone silent.

"Dav En," I start, looking down at him.

"Mmm," he acknowledges without looking up.

At first, I think he's too distracted to notice, until I see the sides of his lips fighting his smile. I step over his legs until I'm straddling him, still not able to get him to look at me.

"Do you have anything to say for yourself?" I ask him, crossing my arms over my chest.

I don't look at them, but I can see the others glancing at each other.

"Nope," he says easily.

Dropping to my knees, I shuffle forward until our chests are brushing and he has no choice but to look at me. He sets his phone down beside us, bringing his eyes to mine with that smile that he's been fighting. I throw my arms around his shoulders and hug him tight as his arms go around me and do the same.

I pull back and kiss him hard, grabbing the sides of his face. "Thank you. You made her cry but thank you."

Minsul asks, "What's going on?"

Dav En chuckles as he replies to both of us. "I figured I might as well use my fame for something good and call in a favor with my brand designer that I'm the ambassador for. So, she's happy?"

"Over the freaking moon. Sweet man that you are, thank you," I tell him with another kiss.

A little while later, after I've showered and changed into comfy pajamas, I'm walking to Kyung's room when Dav En's open door catches my eye. He's leaned back on the small couch in the corner with his phone in his lap. It only takes half a second to decide. I slip inside, shutting the door behind me. His eyes lift to mine as his lips part in surprise. I don't ever invite myself into their spaces, even though every single one of them has said that I'm welcome. Kyung is the only exception, because his space has kind of become mine too when I'm here. Though, I still have my moments with him too sometimes.

Dav En doesn't say anything as he watches me walk over and drop to my knees between his parted legs. His breathing turns heavy as I reach for him. He adjusts his hips down so that I can free him from his grey sweatpants. It takes him literally two seconds to grow hard in my hand before I lean down and suck him between my lips. He groans as his head falls back and one of his hands sinks into my hair. I work him with my mouth and tongue, going slow to prolong his pleasure for as long as I can.

There's a sound somewhere behind me that I ignore until I see Dav En look behind me, but he stops me from seeing it too, bringing his other hand to the other side of my face. “Do you trust me?”

I nod, and a soft cloth gets dropped over my eyes and tied around my head. It's not tight, but it's dark enough that I can't see around it.

Dav En's hands disappear out of my hair, but I keep at my task, loving the low sounds coming from him. Another set of hands wraps around me from behind before grabbing the shoulders of my tank top and slipping them down my shoulders. The same hands take advantage as they close around my breasts, working my nipples into hard peaks as I groan around Dav En. I'm trying to stay focused on him as my brain tries to process what my body is feeling, trying to figure out who this new person is.