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Jeongin was rummaging through the contents of their fridge, trying to find the container of grapes that he'd been sent to locate and bring back to the bedroom.
Because Minho and Seungmin had just finished a scene and Minho had forgotten to get the grapes out before they'd started so he'd texted Jeongin for help because Seungmin wasn't letting him leave his side.
Which was pretty normal. A subby Seungmin was also a clingy Seungmin and Jeongin had seen first hand how devastating his pouting could be when his dom dared to step away from him for more than a couple seconds after a scene.
So he went to find the grapes with no complaint and brought them back to Minho's room once he'd found them. His two boyfriends were in a similar position to when he'd first gone in to see what Minho wanted: curled up near the front of the bed with Seungmin's head resting on Minho's shoulder. He had that glassy look in his eyes that the subs always developed when they went into subspace and he didn't look up as Jeongin entered.
Minho did, though, and he smiled at him.
"Thanks, Jeonginnie. You're a lifesaver."
Jeongin just hummed, his eyes still on Seungmin.
The sight of the subs in subspace always fascinated him. They always looked so…peaceful, maybe? They looked like they didn't have a care in the world, and they probably didn't. Jisung had tried explaining subspace to him a couple times and he usually described it as floating on a cloud, though Jeongin wasn't exactly sure what that was supposed to feel like.
But no matter which of his boyfriends he asked, their answers always tugged at something inside of him. He always found himself so curious to find out for himself what it felt like, how nice it must feel to let go of everything and trust his hyungs to take care of him for a little bit while he floated on the cloud Jisung always talked about.
Even more than that, he would love to experience what Seungmin had right now. A doting hyung like Minho who spoke to him so, so gently and fed him right from his fingers. He knew once Minho was done feeding him he'd move Seungmin to the bathroom and draw him up a hot bath to wash him. Sometimes Jeongin helped with that as well, and it tugged on his heartstrings because he knew he'd never be able to experience that.
Because Jeongin didn't like sex.
Never had, probably never would. And he'd come to terms with that long ago, didn't necessarily wish that he did like sex, but sometimes…sometimes he wished he could experience parts of it. Like the subspace, and the aftercare. The gentle parts, the ones he got to see sometimes.
But he didn't see how that would be possible without the sexual parts as well. How could he experience aftercare without doing a scene? And how could he do a scene without having sex? He'd thought it over before, but all the times he'd observed his hyungs while they were playing he knew he'd never have any interest in taking part.
So he was stuck on the sidelines, doomed to watch and help his hyungs give the aftercare he so desperately wanted a taste of. Doomed to watch the subs enter subspace and wonder about what it felt like while knowing he would never be up for the techniques the dom's used to get them into that headspace.
"What are you thinking so hard about, Jeonginnie?" Minho asked him, jerking Jeongin out of the trance he'd been in. "If you stare at Seungmin any longer he's gonna think he grew a second head."
"Second head?" Seungmin mumbled, but Minho shushed him.
"Nothing, hyung," Jeongin said, shaking his head a little. "Just zoned out for a second."
Minho hummed, looking at him closely for a few seconds before he let it drop.
"If you say so. I'm going to take him into the bathroom now so just holler if you need us."
"Okay, hyung."
Jeongin left the room with one last glance at a very loopy-looking Seungmin and shut the door behind him.
Three days later, Chan came to see him. He knocked on his bedroom door and let himself in when Jeongin called out to him.
"Hi, hyung," he said as Chan got on his bed and crawled up to him, making himself comfortable.
"Hi, baby. You busy?"
Jeongin shook his head, throwing his phone to the side where he'd been scrolling mindlessly.
"No. Is something wrong?"
Chan rolled his eyes at him. "Does something have to be wrong for me to come see my favorite boyfriend?"
Jeongin squinted at him. "No…I guess not. So you came here for no reason?"
"Well, I had something I wanted to ask you," Chan admitted. "But I did also miss you."
"You saw me at dinner, hyung."
"And that was a whole two hours ago. Didn't you miss me too?"
It was Jeongin's turn to roll his eyes, and Chan laughed at him.
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding. But I did have something to talk to you about."
"Oh?"
"Yeah…I'm not really sure how to start, actually. It's just…you help us a lot when any of us are in subspace, grabbing us things, cuddling with the subs, stuff like that. But recently we've been noticing that you're always spacing out, and usually staring at whichever one of us happens to be in subspace."
Jeongin opened his mouth, but he wasn't sure what he meant to say and Chan kept going before he could get anything out.
"Some of us—me and Minho, mostly—have just been wondering if you've become uncomfortable being around anything scene related, even if it's just the ends of them. We know you're not a fan of sex and you know that that's never been a problem for us, but if being around subspace makes you uncomfortable too then you should tell us, baby. Cause you don't have to be a part of that if you don't want to be, we would totally understand."
Jeongin's mouth was parted for a couple seconds before he spoke up.
"I'm not uncomfortable with subspace, hyung," he said quietly. "I promise."
"Okay," Chan said easily. "Is it just a coincidence that you've been getting lost in thought when you help us at the end of a scene?"
His tone wasn't accusatory at all, like if Jeongin said yes to his question he'd accept it without a doubt, and that's what he loved about him so much.
"It's…," the words got stuck in his throat, but Chan didn't rush him. "I don't know, hyung. It's kinda stupid."
"I bet it's not," Chan said. "So try me."
Jeongin just shrugged. "I dunno. I guess lately I've just been thinking about what it feels like for the subs when they're in subspace, so I guess I've been staring a little bit. I didn't realize I was doing it so often."
"So you're just curious?" Chan asked. "You can ask us questions, you know."
"I know, hyung. And I have asked, mostly Jisung. And I think I understand what it feels like—as much as I can without being able to actually enter subspace—but it just looks so nice when you guys take care of each other so sometimes I just get stuck fantasizing about it."
Chan looked at him. "You've been fantasizing about being in subspace?"
"Maybe?" Jeongin squirmed. "It just looks kinda nice. Not—not the actual scenes that you guys do, just…the aftercare stuff. Like, how you're so soft and gentle with subs and how you take care of them and feed them and you're always telling them how much you love them. Those parts seem really nice to me."
"So you're interested in experiencing some aspects of subbing?"
"Well—," Jeongin faltered. "I mean, I guess? But like I said, I don't actually want to do a scene, cause I don't want to do anything sexual. So it's not like I could actually be in subspace."
"Why not?" Chan asked, and Jeongin looked at him like he was stupid.
"I just said. I don't want to do a scene with you guys cause I don't like sex. You know this, hyung."
"No, I know you don't like sex. But there are ways we could put you in subspace without doing anything sexual. If subbing for us is something you want to try then we definitely could."
Jeongin stared at him. "What?"
"Jeonginnie, did you think BDSM had to be sexual?"
"Well, isn't it always sexual with you guys?" He squirmed. "All of the scenes I've watched always end in you guys fucking."
Chan blushed. "Yeah, for us it's almost always sexual. But it doesn't need to be. I bet I could get you into subspace without anyone's clothes even coming off."
Jeongin was a little thrown off. "Oh."
Chan laughed at him kindly. "I guess we should've had this discussion a little earlier, hm? We all just assumed that you had no interest in BDSM, but we shouldn't have just assumed."
"I mean, I didn't think I had any interest in it either," Jeongin said. "But…I think I would be interested in trying it."
"We can do something super low-pressure," Chan said. "Just to test it out, see if it feels right. If you fall into subspace, great, and if you don't then that's fine too. You'll get your aftercare either way.
"And," Chan added. "If it doesn't work out we can still have nights in the future where we pamper you. Give you a bath, feed you, all that stuff. It's not like someone has to be in subspace to receive that kind of attention. I'm sorry we weren't doing it for you earlier, baby."
"It's okay," he said shyly. "You didn't know I wanted it."
"Well, know I do," Chan said. "And the others will too, if you let me tell them. Do you want to try a scene with me or would you rather someone else? Like Minho hyung?"
Really, Jeongin had lots of options to choose from. Most of his boyfriends were actually switches and he could probably ask any of them but there was something about his two oldest boyfriends that was tugging on his heart.
"Both of you?" He asked. "You and Minho hyung?"
"Sure, baby. I'll talk to him, okay? And we'll both do a little research on some non-sexual scene ideas. Maybe we can plan something for next week?"
"Okay, hyung," he said, and Chan pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
"I love you, Jeonginnie. And I'll find a way to get you into subspace for us, I promise."
Chan got Minho on board, and a week later the day they'd planned on arrived. Jeongin wasn't nervous, exactly, but he wasn't sure how this was going to go.
He'd tried talking with Jisung again, tried asking more questions about what it felt like for him when he was in subspace but everything was always tied to having sex so Jeongin didn't know what the differences would be for him.
He was scared it wouldn't work at all. That Chan and Minho would try to get him all subby and he wouldn't be affected at all, and then he would just feel dumb.
But he was willing to try. Chan had said he'd get aftercare whether it worked or not so it would be worth it, right?
There were butterflies in his stomach when he knocked on the door to Chan's room shortly after dinner. They'd decided to do this at night so that after they were done Jeongin could go right to sleep in Chan's bed.
"Come in," he heard, and Chan and Minho were both sitting on the bed when he opened the door.
"Hi," he said shyly, having a hard time looking either of them in the eye.
"C'mere, Jeonginnie," Minho said, beckoning him forward. "You look scared of us."
"Just a little nervous," he admitted. "But I trust you."
"There's no pressure," Minho reminded him. "And we'll stop if you decide that you're not up for it."
"You've thought hard about everything we discussed?" Chan checked, and Jeongin nodded.
They'd talked about a few ideas that Chan and Minho had thought of, possible ways to get him into subspace without a sexual aspect to it. Today they were going to try some light bondage, and Jeongin had agreed that they could try spanking him.
That had taken some thought on his end, because when they'd first brought up impact play he'd been unsure. He'd watched it before a couple times, he'd even watched Minho get spanked once and it looked…fine?
He knew he was going to get a very basic, gentle version of what he'd seen before, and he wasn't going to be naked so there would be a barrier between his skin and Minho’s hand. He just didn't see how it was going to get him into subspace, but he'd find out and if it didn't work they could try something else.
"I've thought about it," he assured them. "And I'm fine with it all."
"Even the spanking?" Chan checked. "We can hold off on that until later if you want."
"No, I wanna try it," Jeongin said. He didn't think he'd have a problem with it at all. Minho was always playfully hitting his ass anyways and he never minded it (though he always pretended that he did, just to save his dignity a little) so he didn't think he'd hate being properly spanked.
"Do you want me to undress?" He asked, already fiddling with his shirt. He'd told them earlier that he was fine undressing as long as his underwear stayed on. He wasn't really sure why, because they'd seen him naked plenty of times, especially when they showered together, but he knew he'd feel uncomfortable being totally bare in this kind of situation.
"No," Chan said, and he let his shirt drop from his hands. "We'll do it for you."
Chan stood up from the bed and approached him.
"Right now I want you to kneel for me. Can you do that, Jeonginnie?"
Jeongin felt his mouth go a little dry as Chan placed a hand on his shoulder, pressing down lightly.
He sank down with that little bit of encouragement and looked up to see Chan smiling at him.
"Good."
Oh.
He liked that.
He swallowed hard, not sure what to respond but Chan was already talking again.
"Just stay down there for us, pretty. We're gonna take care of you so don't worry about anything."
His hand came down lovingly on Jeongin's head as Minho got off the bed as well and joined them.
"Should we take this off?" He asked Chan, dipping a finger into the collar of his shirt. "It's a little hot in here, no?"
Chan hummed in agreement. "You take his clothes off, I'm going to find our ropes so we can tie him up."
Jeongin shivered as Minho took his finger out and Chan stepped away. His mouth was still dry, and he didn't know if he should be saying anything but Chan had told him not to worry so maybe he could just stay quiet and let them do all the talking for him.
Minho kneeled down in front of him and his fingers grabbed the bottom of his shirt.
"Let's get this off of you, baby."
He lifted and took Jeongin's shirt up with him. He brought his arms up so it was easier and he fought against the urge to cover his chest with his hands once it was bare. His nipples pebbled slightly from being exposed to the air but Minho didn't even glance at them.
Instead his fingers traveled south, undoing the ties of his sweatpants. He hadn't really known what to wear but he figured since his clothes were just going to come right off it didn't really matter.
"Lift, please," Minho said, tapping his knee and Jeongin lifted it obediently for Minho to slip his pants off.
"Good."
There was that word again. It felt different somehow from when Minho would praise him during dance practice or when Chan would sing his praises in the recording studio.
He thought it might have something to do with being on his knees. It felt…different. He didn't really know how he was feeling, but when Minho stood back up again and he stayed down on his knees, he felt small.
He still hadn't said anything since they'd started but they hadn't asked him any questions and his tongue almost felt heavier in his mouth than it usually did so he was content to keep quiet.
"Very pretty, Innie," Chan praised as he came back to them. He had two strips of silk fabric in his hands as he came to stand right in front of him so that Jeongin had to strain his neck to see him.
"Hi, baby," Chan smiled, one hand running through Jeongin's hair. "You look like a natural down there. Can you put your hands behind your back for me?"
Jeongin listened, stretching his hands backwards so they were crossed at the small of his back. He'd seen the subs in this position before so he knew what it should look like and he even straightened his back before glancing up at Chan for approval.
"Good boy," his hyung said, and Jeongin shivered.
Why did that feel so nice?
He swallowed thickly again and tried to say 'thank you' but the words seemed to get lost on the way from his brain to his mouth so he was stuck there with his mouth hanging open.
Chan took pity on him and pressed a finger under his chin to close it.
"I think you're going to be easier than we'd thought, Yeni."
Chan glanced at Minho, who was looking him up and down.
"Do you feel okay, baby? Ready for us to tie you up?"
Jeongin just nodded, clasping his wrists tighter behind his back. Chan circled behind him, running his fingers along his shoulders and down his arms.
He felt him kneel down, his breath brushing against the back of his neck before Chan was taking hold of his wrists and circling the silk around them.
"Tell me if it's too tight," Chan said as he secured the silk, binding his wrists together. His boyfriend pressed a light kiss to his shoulder. "Do you like it?"
Jeongin tugged on his wrists, but they didn't give. He was stuck like this, his arms useless, and he found that he did like it.
He felt…heavy. Like he was carrying around extra weight. He shifted on his knees but it was almost like he was drunk, or if he were trying to move through thick mud.
Chan tied his ankles together, too, and he tugged on them again to test the restraints but once again Chan had tied him tight enough that he couldn't move them apart at all.
He blinked sluggishly and took a deep breath.
"Jeonginnie?" Minho asked, peering down at him. "Do you feel good?"
He nodded slowly as Minho cupped his cheek, and he leaned into the touch. Minho's hand was warm and he closed his eyes against it.
"Can you use your words, baby?" Chan asked, and he opened his eyes again, furrowing his brows.
His tongue still felt heavy, and it took him a second to even figure out what he wanted to say but it only came out as a weird grunting noise.
"Take your time," Minho said gently. "But we'd prefer not to spank you until you can at least give us a few words, just so we know you're feeling okay."
"You dropped pretty quick," Chan added, and he'd moved around so he was back in Jeongin's line of sight. "And you seem pretty deep already."
Jeongin struggled a little keeping up with what they were saying, and that worried him a little. They'd only started a few minutes ago but already his brain felt miles away from his body and he didn't know how to bring it back.
He swallowed hard and shifted his weight, looking up at his two boyfriends with wide eyes.
"M' kay," he managed, even though his voice sounded strange to his ears.
"You're okay?" Chan repeated, bending over a little to be closer to him. "Do you feel good?"
Jeongin took a second to think about it.
He felt weird, but he didn't think it was a bad feeling. He felt vulnerable, too, almost like he was drunk. He couldn't focus on anything too hard and his body was a few seconds behind his brain on reaction time, but Chan and Minho didn't seem worried about anything so he probably shouldn't be worrying either.
Was this subspace? It must be, he thought. He just didn't think he'd get here so soon but it was nice. He could sort of see what Jisung meant about floating on a cloud.
"Yes," he mumbled, his arms twitching behind him.
Minho brushed his bangs out of his face so he could see better. "And you want us to spank you? Wanna go over my lap, baby?"
"Yes," he said again, forcing the word through his mouth. Being over Minho lap sounded lovely just about now. He wanted to touch them more, and was getting kinda sick of them standing right in front of him without doing anything.
He tugged on his arms, wanting to reach out for one of them but the silk prevented that and he whined. It was a sound he wasn't sure he'd ever made before.
Chan cooed at him. "Don't make him wait," he told Minho. "Give the poor boy his spanking."
Minho brushed the back of his hand against his cheek before moving back to the bed and sitting on the edge of it while Chan took Jeongin under the arms and lifted him up.
He placed him on his feet and steadied him when he wobbled before helping Jeongin shuffle forward the best he could with his ankles tied together.
He leaned heavily on Chan the whole way and fell heavily over Minho's lap when he was pushed, his cheek pressed to the bedsheets.
Minho helped him get adjusted, moving him up slightly so that his ass was right over his lap and a warm hand smoothed over his back to settle him in place.
"Good boy, Yeni," Chan praised, sitting right beside his head. "Minho's not gonna go too hard on you, just some spanks with his hands, okay? You can float away if you want, hyungs are right here."
Jeongin hummed, and his vision blurred out as Minho's hand moved to rub over his ass. He could feel him pretty well through the fabric of his underwear, could feel the way his fingers pressed experimentally into his skin.
"I'm starting," Minho announced, giving him plenty of warning so he could prepare himself.
The first time Minho brought his hand down across his ass it was lighter than he'd been expecting, but he still jolted.
"Good boy," someone praised, but he wasn't sure which one of them. The words made him feel all fuzzy inside and he relaxed over Minho's lap, unaware of how tense he'd been earlier. Now, though, he was practically dead weight just from one hit.
Minho brought his hand down again, still not very harshly but definitely firmer than the first time. Jeongin let out a feeble noise, and his fingers flexed from where they were tied at the small of his back.
"So pretty, Jeongin-ah," Chan murmured, his hand in his hair. "Why didn't we do this sooner, hm? You could've been our sweet sub all along."
Jeongin let out another little noise in response just as Minho spanked him again. He didn't know why they hadn't done this before.
He felt so nice. There wasn't a single care in the world and his head was so empty. It was peaceful, so…quiet. His thoughts weren't racing like they usually were and he loved handing over control and not having to make any decisions. Chan and Minho could move him around to where he needed to be and they'd take care of anything that needed to be done.
He could simply float away, just like Chan had said.
Minho spanked him again, the hardest one yet and he squirmed against the slight sting. He knew Minho was capable of going really hard, he'd seen the way he spanked Seungmin until he was a mess of tears and snot so he knew this must be considered a really light spanking but it still felt intense to him.
He whimpered at the next hit which made contact down near his thighs instead of the plumper part of his ass. It hurt a little more there, the skin more sensitive. His backside felt warm, and he knew it must be turning pink under Minho's hands.
There was a steady stream of praise from Chan as Minho continued working over him, and the hand in his hair never stopped moving. It was almost overwhelming how gentle they were with him even as his ass got warmer and warmer.
At some point Minho's hand left his ass and the next hit landed right on his thighs, partly uncovered by his underwear so he could feel Minho's hand on his skin.
He yelped at the sting, definitely harsher than any of the others and he even felt two tears brimming at his eyes.
"Pause," Chan said quietly when he sniffled. "You okay, Innie? Still feel good?"
He nodded the best he could with his cheek pressed to the bed, but he couldn't get a verbal answer out when he tried.
He felt Minho's finger slip its way into his grasp.
"Can you squeeze my finger if you want me to keep going, Jeonginnie?"
He squeezed it as hard as he could and heard Minho chuckle.
"Okay, okay. I won't stop."
"You gonna cry a little, pretty?" Chan asked him, peering down to see his face better. "That's okay, you can cry if you need. It can feel really nice when you're in this headspace."
Jeongin just nodded again, another whimper leaving his lips as Minho kept hitting him. Every now and then his hand strayed down to his thighs but he mostly stayed on his ass until it felt hot instead of warm, almost like he'd been sitting on a heated seat for too long.
The first tear slipped down his cheek without him noticing and it was only when Chan wiped it off that he took note of it. He didn't even know why the tears had come out, really, because it didn't hurt very bad.
He thought it had more to do with how vulnerable he was feeling, and how much trust he was handing over. His limbs were tied up and his body and mind were so sluggish that Chan and Minho had full control of him. They could do whatever they wanted with him at this point but he knew all they wanted was to take care of him and that made his heart swell so large that the tears were unavoidable.
"So good for us," Chan murmured, wiping his tears away as they fell. "Let it all out, baby, we're right here. Can you take a little more for us? Just a little more and then we'll take care of you."
Minho hit his thigh again and he jumped, letting out a wet noise that Chan quickly shushed. The soft skin of his thighs was burning but it was a pleasant pain. He wondered briefly if he'd still be able to feel it tomorrow and found that he didn't mind the thought of that.
"Does it hurt?" Chan asked him, and his voice was just the tiniest bit condescending, enough that Jeongin whined. "Yeah? Poor boy, but you're taking it so well for us. I'm so proud of you, Innie."
He made some kind of gurgling noise that mostly got lost in the bedsheets. They were a little wet under his cheek and chin which he would usually cringe away from but for some reason he didn't really mind it right now.
"Ten more," Minho announced, and Jeongin tried his best to hum in agreement.
Minho gave the last ten hits in a steady rhythm, trying to cover his whole ass and a little bit of his thighs so that by the time he was done all his skin had that stinging sensation that he'd gotten used to.
He squirmed again, testing his restraints to see if they'd loosened a little over time but Chan must have done a good job with them because they didn't budge. He relaxed again, slumping all his weight onto Minho's lap and the bed as a few more tears made their way down his cheeks.
"I'm impressed, Jeonginnie," Minho said. "You took that really, really well. So good for us, baby."
He blushed, and his chest was almost tight with pride. His stomach was fluttering too as he drank in the praise, eating up every word of it.
"You didn't even squirm around," Chan continued. "Just laid here nice and pretty for us. Good boy, sweetheart."
"Should we sit up?" Minho suggested, and then Chan's hands were under his armpits again and hoisting him up so Minho could wiggle out from underneath him. He was plopped back down on his lap but sitting up this time and he pitched forward with his head in Minho's neck.
He wasn't actively crying anymore but his cheeks were still wet and he was sure they were staining Minho's shirt but his boyfriend didn't comment on it. Instead his hands came up to rub his back while Chan grabbed a bottle of water from the nightstand that he hadn't noticed before.
"Have a drink," he ordered softly, uncapping the bottle and holding it up to his lips. Jeongin untucked his head briefly to take a couple sips before resting his head down again, feeling strangely tired even though he'd just been laying there.
Chan moved behind him when he was done drinking and he felt the silk binding his wrists together give away, and then the silk at his ankles. Chan rubbed at his joints a little, helping his circulation flow better through those areas before he tucked his hands between his and Minho's chests.
"Do you feel okay?" Minho asked him, his hand still rubbing his back.
He nodded wordlessly, and his brain briefly registered that this was the part he'd always been so jealous of. Having two boyfriends whose attention was solely focused on him and making him feel nice.
"We'll sit here as long as you want," Chan told him. "And then me and Minho will help you get ready for bed with a snack and a nice hot bath. Then maybe we can cuddle for a bit before you fall asleep. Does that sound like a good plan?"
"Yes, hyung," he managed to say softly, and Chan smiled at him.
"Good. Just let us know when you want to get up."
True to his word, Chan and Minho didn't say anything as he sat there, his cheek against Minho's shoulder. At some point he tugged on the man's shirt and got Minho to take it off so he could feel his skin underneath him.
He also noticed at some point that he was half hard, probably in reaction to being bent over his boyfriend's lap. It didn't really bother him, and both Chan and Minho were pretending they hadn't noticed even though Minho must have felt it earlier. He wondered briefly if he'd been fully hard at some point and just hadn't known it.
The passage of time felt weird to him in this state, and he didn't really know how long it had been since Minho had stopped spanking him, but eventually he found himself ready for the snack and hot bath Chan had mentioned.
He lifted his head up and blinked once before his eyes met Chan's.
"Ready?"
Chan stood up when he nodded and Minho did too, taking him up in the air with him.
Jeongin made a surprised noise and Minho laughed, but his arms were secure around him as he carried him into the bathroom.
"I think we can do snack time and bath time all at once," Chan said as Minho set him down on the edge of the tub. Chan leaned over and turned it on, and he kept checking the temperature with his hand until he was satisfied and plugged up the drain to let it fill up.
Jeongin's brain still felt mushy as he watched the water level get higher and higher until Chan turned the faucet off and his movements were slow and sluggish as he swung his legs over the edge of the tub and lowered himself inside of it.
"In," he mumbled when Chan and Minho didn't join him right away. He felt too much like a child sitting in the tub alone while they stayed crouched on the outside and he was missing their touch already.
Chan stripped down immediately and was sliding in behind him a few seconds later, letting Jeongin relax back against his chest.
They took turns. Minho fed him the snacks Chan had brought into the bathroom while his oldest boyfriend helped him wet his hair and wash it before scrubbing him down with their softest body scrub. He used his own products which left Jeongin smelling just like him and he took in the scent eagerly, loving the way it made Chan seem even closer.
His thoughts got a little clearer and his movements became more coordinated by the time Chan pulled the plug on the drain and let the water disappear. He was able to stand up on his own without being wobbly as Minho dried him off and helped him step out.
"Are you coming back to us?" Minho asked him, searching his eyes for something.
"Think so," he mumbled.
He was shy now, and maybe a little embarrassed. He couldn't believe how easy that had been. He'd basically gone down on his knees for them and his mind had slipped away, just like that.
"None of that," Minho said when he failed to meet his eyes. "You did really good, Chan hyung and I are really honored that you trusted us so much."
"It was nothing," Jeongin muttered, cheeks burning just like his ass.
"It wasn't nothing," Minho chided. "You're vulnerable when you're like that, and we don't take that lightly. I really loved taking care of you, you did such a good job for us."
Jeongin blushed even harder as Minho took him back into the bedroom, Chan following close behind. They all tucked into bed together with Jeongin squished between them. He'd only changed into a clean pair of underwear after the bath so he snuggled into the both of them for warmth. Chan threw an arm over his shoulder and one of Minho's legs was over his lap, keeping him close.
He was strangely tired, even though it wasn't that late. Maybe being in subspace was responsible for that, or maybe it was the way Chan was playing with his hair again and making his eyelids feel heavy.
"We can talk more in the morning," Chan told him. "You look kinda sleepy, pretty."
Jeongin hummed. "Don't know why."
"That's okay," Minho said. "You can fall asleep if you want, Jeonginnie. Hyungs will stay right here until you wake up in the morning."
"Thank you," he mumbled, turning slightly so his head was pillowed on Chan's shoulder, much comfier than an actual pillow.
His head still felt a little fuzzy, and his thoughts still took a second to form but he didn't worry about it too much because he was already half asleep, still basking in all the attention he'd gotten tonight from his favorite hyungs.