CHASING PAVEMENTS (PART I) (P.JS)

CHASING PAVEMENTS (PART I) 𓇼 (P.JS)

✎ PAIRING: park jisung x fem! reader

✎ GENRE: angst, smut, brother's best friend trope

✎ WARNING: !!sexual content!! (minors dni) fwb relationship, jisung is slightly an asshole, reader is naive, ambiguous ending, might do a part two???

✎ SUMMARY: In which jisung's derived thoughts leads him to an unlikely arrangement with chenle's sister, where he fucks up (quite literally) when he realises how deep in the feels he has for the girl he is suppose to show disinterest to, in honour of 'BRO CODE'.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: since a few of you guys voted for jisung fic, here it is! it def took longer than i expected but i hope you like this one! <3

part two

PARK JISUNG HAD NO BOUNDARIES.

A man with desired sexual hormones isn't one to back down on steamy hook-up sessions, especially ones which are deemed promising. However, he didn't exactly knew how to draw the line when he began banging his best friend's sister.

(He thanked the heavens that Chenle had gone out that night to not witness the sinister act.)

But to be fair, the male didn't exactly plan to go black-out drunk at their usual dorm party on that particular Saturday night just to wake up naked with his best friend's sister on his side of the bed.

Especially since it's the same girl who had a thing for the said boy since their childhood, so much so that it was excrutiating for Jisung to watch her poor attempts at making a move on him. Even Chenle was used to it and was completely fine with your lovesick crush for his best friend, from the way you would stutter around the boy or the fact you used to give him flowers every Valentine's day, knowing deep down that your little feelings would fade away eventually.

But now, it's different because it's no longer a one-sided pining from you, rather a completely mutual friends-with-benefits situation. Though, it's far fetch to consider you and Jisung to be friends. He was always disinterested in you and even with this new arrangement, he only seemed content with finding a buddy he could released his pent-up sexual frustations with. Despite this, Jisung wouldn't initiate anything other than sex, making it clear that his intention with you is strictly for his selfish desires. His dirty little secret to be kept from Chenle.

You, on the other hand, couldn't be more happy than to pass up the only opportunity to be closer to Jisung. It was silly for you to expect anything more, but this was better than nothing. Jisung had fuck boy tendecies, it was nearly impossible for you to make him stay committed. However, a part of you was determined to make him fall for you.

No matter how wrong it was, it seemed that both of you can't get enough of each other.

Which is how Jisung ended up in your dorm room on Wednesday night, currently his cock buried deep inside of you as you suppress your moans. His hand digging your inner thighs as he lift you up to get a better angle, half of your body up in the air.

Grunting in frustation, his hair glued to his forehead from the layers of sweat. Rounds and rounds of endless pleasure. You could tell his anger that was built up a moment ago, was slowly dissipitating from the way his thrust begins to slow down, pausing briefly to brush the strands of his hair back. The view making you squeeze around him tighter.

"S-Shit. Do that again." He demanded, his hand coming up to grab onto your tits harshly as he pushed himself further inside you.

Squeezing once again, you made an attempt to wrap your hands around his neck only to have it shoved aside. His hands clutching your wrist to prevent you from touching him.

"I'm close!" You mewled, hip trusting against his as you made an attempt to inch closer towards him— if that was even possible.

"Me too!" He groaned.

With one powerful thrust, the both of you reached the awaiting orgasm. His breath close to your face as you stared into his eyes, entranced with the way he looks. Biting your lips, you lean in for a kiss only to have his warmth ripped away from you. Standing up to get himself dressed, much to your disappointment.

"You're leaving, already." You asked, not wanting to sound too desperate.

The male could only give a brief nod, "Yup, I have to get back before Chenle suspects something's up."

But you knew it was bullshit. Chenle didn't care if his best friend didn't show up to their dorm late at night. It was normal in a college settings. You knew that he was coming up with an excuse to not indulge further and as much as that should give you a blaring warning in your ears, you were still as stubborn as ever.

"Okay! Get back safely." You said cheerily, watching as he quickly buttons up his shirt.

Getting nothing but a hum of acknowledgement as he made his way out of your dorm, not even glancing back.

Laying down on your dishelved bed, you could only have the same feeling of regret wash over you. You wonder why you would let yourself seek love from someone who clearly could not care less about you. It had been four months of never-ending sneaky hook ups and there was still no hope that he was semi into you. You were stupid for thinking like a child.

Perhaps, you could let this go once again.

Again.

WEEK ONE.

Sitting from afar, you watch in subtlety at the disgustingly appaling view from a couple feet away. There stood, Jisung smiling with such admiration towards NingNing, a girl whom he was talking to. Her giggles echoed through the cafeteria as his friends were teasing him from the side. The sight of the sweet interaction made your heart clench, ultimately feeling defeated as you had once again expected too much of Jisung to reciprocate his feelings.

Too indulged in your thoughts, you didn't bother taking notice of the pity looks you were received by your friends. Chaeryeong glared at the audacious boy while Yunjin patted your shoulder comfortingly.

"You should move on." Yunjin mumbled.

"Yeah, you deserve way better." Chaeryeong chimed in.

You could only offer a meek shrug, "It's probably nothing, guys."

But even your own voice couldn't believe the words, knowing well enough that it was hopeless to string onto a thread that was never held onto on the other end.

It was evident from your persistence that you were determined to hold onto the shred of hope that maybe, just maybe it could work. That those years of pinning would be worth it.

"You know the guy from Econ is totally into you." Yunjin spoke up, redirecting the topic.

You perked up but remained an uninterested expression.

"Oh, come on. I'm not asking you to fuck him or anything." She said. "Maybe try get to know him, he's really sweet."

"Are you talking about that guy that helped her carry her stuff to class." Chaeryeong voice raised excitedly.

"Seungmin? He's nice to everyone." You justified, dismissing your friend's exaggerated story.

"But he's more nicer to you." Yunjin rebutted, earning an agreement nod from your red-haired friend.

"And I may or may not have heard him talking to Hyunjin about wanting your number." She added.

You scoffed playfully, "Thanks but no thanks. The last thing I need is another migraine from boys."

That was the end of the conversation. Luckily, your friends didn't push you further, allowing the three of you to eat in peace before the bell rang.

Bidding 'goodbyes' to each other as you parted ways to your assigned schedule. In some twisted way, you were glad that you were sharing this one particular class with Jisung. Both of you having similar major. Feeling the excitement rush through you as you made your way to the class. Students swarming in, looking for seats as you watched around in hopes of spotting the black haired boy.

To your luck, he was seated near the window with an empty seat beside him. In queue, you made a beeline towards his direction, only to have another bag placed itself against the wooden desk. Slightly flinching from the sudden intrusion, you looked up and saw the same girl at the cafeteria. Her sun-kissed face contorted into confusion.

"Oh, did you plan sitting here?" NingNing removed her stuff, "I can mo-"

"No!" Jisung interrupted abruptly, standing up to hold onto her wrist. "Sit here."

You couldn't help but watch with dull eyes as Jisung completely ignored your presence. His eyes gazing onto the girl as both of them shared a look of something that held a cruelly familiarity; a look of mutual liking.

"I-It's okay, I can find another seat." You stuttered, turning around quickly and grab onto a chair that was available and plopping down on it without looking back.

Biting back your tears, you didn't notice that the whole interaction was being observed by your classmate. Some whispered among themselves while others ignored it as if it was some normal occurence. You didn't have shame left to be bothered by their comment.

It wasn't news that your crush for Jisung was evident. Everyone knew, and you didn't bother to hide it because you were happy to admit it. You would broadcast to the whole street for your undying love for the boy and not a glimpse of embarassment would overcome you. However, Jisung would only continue to ignore you, of course, only on the outside. Afterall, it would ruin his pride for the class to know what he did to his best friend's sister behind close doors.

Staring distractedly at your unwritten paper, it was as if today wasn't one of your best when your lecturer had called you out, waiting for your answer.

Gulping nervously as you looked around to see students watching you, wanting nothing more than to burn a hole through the ground.

Just as you were about to utter your response, a hand swiftly moved a piece of paper towards your table, giving you a chance to catch the answer, making you read it aloud.

Your lecturer gave you stern look, as if reprimanding you before moving on to the next portion of the lesson. You sigh in relief, turning your head to the side to thank the person who helped you.

Seungmin chuckled at your flustered state, waving off as if it was nothing. He went back to his notes, scribbling down a couple of words before sliding it back to your desk.

'You okay?'

You smiled and began writing down before handing it back to him discreetly.

'I'm good :)'

He stared at the note for a moment before writting down a couple of sentence. You glanced slightly towards him, not wanting to make it obvious and pretended to focus on the lecture. Not a second later, the same yellow note slid itself towards your desk.

'Good enough to give me your no?'

You giggled silently at his bold flirting before deciding to give him your number. It was harmless, anyways. You thoughtlessly scribbled down. Little did you know, your little interaction didn't went unnoticed by the black-haired boy at the back of the class, who had been glaring holes behind you unknowingly. A sudden vision of green clouded his mind, a feeling that he hated deeply.

Jealously.

Pounding furiously against you as you were pressed up against the door to the janitor's closet. The cleaning tools were left scattered on the floor as he kept pushing himself closer to you, his hands snaking itself around your neck making your hips arched towards his cock.

Jisung moaned deliciously at the contact as he began placing love bites down your throat, slowly turning you around only to hoist you up by the thighs. You gasped at the new position, your legs wrapping around his slim waist, his hand coming to find itself in your hands, trapping you completely.

Just as you were about to release, Jisung completely removed himself away from you. His hands made is way to the zipper of his pants as he tidied himself up, you were left shocked as you watched him crossed his arms, as if waiting expectedly.

"Finish yourself for me. I want to see how you make yourself cum." He demanded, his demeanor not changing even for a moment.

You were hesitant with your moves, which only angered the male above you. Grabbing your wrist as he guided it towards your wet cunt, you maoned at the harsh contact before he lets go. His eyes urging you to continue.

If it was any other day, you would have felt shameful but considering he had denied you pleasure, you were more than eager to finish. Quickening the pace on your fingers as you shoved it deeper, scrunching your face in pure bliss, watching the way Jisung eyes were trained onto yours. His hard-on was evident yet he was more focus on the view in front of him, not bothering to fix his big issue.

Just then, the sense of euphoria came and your hand were painted with the colourless liquid. As you were about to wipe away, his hands held yours, stopping you. Inching his face closer to your cum-covered hands, he stuck out his tongue to lick it clean off. Your eyes widened at his actions, not expecting him to act so scandalous.

Once he was done licking like it was some popsicle, he gargled the remaining liquid and swallowed it down as if it was something tasteful, letting out a content sigh. Without saying a word, he left the room to leave you in a confused mess.

WEEK TWO.

Ever since that incident, you were only fueled by the same feeling in your stomach, the heart-fluttering butterflies aching your vulnerable heart. That had been the most intimate he's been and you were only craving more for his affection which, unbeknownst to you, was only the beginning. His texts were now more engaging and he seemed to want to make time whenever he would get. Despite your friend's disapproval, you were blinded by Jisung's false hope. You had even forgotten about Seungmin, ignoring his message on whether you would be available to hang out. All your mind could think of was Jisung.

Only getting disappointment when he would go back to a cycle of ignoring your existence and talk to NingNing on campus.

Oh well, it's a progress at least.

Though that meant that you were playing a very dangerous game when Chenle began suspecting the marks on your neck that were very prominent. Thankfully, he wasn't one to be nosy, passing off insults before walking off.

"Yo, could you stop staring at Jisung." Your brother snapped you out.

You had conveniently left your keys inside your dorm room and your roommate was not able to come back home as she was visiting her parents, which only gave you the only option to bunk in with your brother and his roommates. You would've slept with your friends, if it weren't for the fact that the both of them hadn't been home as well, making plans with their boyfriends. Luckily though, the boys had been kind enough to set up a room for you, which in exchange, meant that they were all sleeping outside to avoid any awkward circumstances. Hours had passed and you were getting bored with their loud cheering in the living room, struggling to tug yourself to sleep, you decide to observe the commotion.

Even without facing your way, his gaze focused on the video game in front of him, he could sense your unbearing stares for his best friend. Chenle groaned when he lost against Jisung, Mark offering the younger a high-five while Haechan cackled at Chenle's frustatated expression.

"Could you like, not be so weird around my friends." Chenle turned towards you, his friends watching you as you blushed deep red, walking off in a rush.

"Your sister's kinda hot." Haechan spoke up, earning a smack from Mark.

"What! It's the truth. Jisung, you're kinda lucky."

Chenle gagged, "Don't make me throw up. She's a nightmare."

"Well, you're saying that 'cause it's your sister. If any one of us has a hot sister, you would've totally went for it."

"I'm not having this sick conversation." Chenle dramatically declared before making his way to the kitchen, Mark following suit to grab a snack.

"You're lying if you're not in the slightest bit interested." Haechan whispered, taking extra precaution despite being away from their earshot.

"Of course not." The younger denied.

"Sure." Haechan's voice dragged on, indicating that he wasn't convinced. "So you wouldn't be bothered if she was talking to someone else, right."

Haechan provoked, smirking when he noticed that Jisung's hand tightened around the console. Despite his calm appearance, the older knew he was bothered by that thought.

"Less of a headache for me then." Jisung focused his gaze on the screen, not wanting to give Haechan the attention.

The older, of course, didn't like that. "So, if Seungmin were to make a move on her. You would be fine."

"No!" He blurted out.

That was when he could see the older's smugness through the screen, backtracking himself. "I mean— yes, I don't care! Why are you so worked up over this." He accused trying to keep the facade that was already cracked.

"Yeah, like I'm the one with the beet red face." Haechan fired back, finding humour in his reaction, happy that he has successfully got through him. "Dude, you know Chenle would be okay with it, right?"

"Shut up!"

Jisung rolled his eyes before throwing his console towards the older, facing the screen in a attempt to cover up his embarassed face. His heart accelerating from getting caught by a loudmouth like Haechan.

Luckily his embarassment was cut off short when Chenle and Mark came back in with snacks on their hand.

"So, you guys going to Sunwoo's party next Friday." Mark munched on his chips.

The sudden silence as the group checked their schedule.

1:56 am

"Oh, shit! We should probably stop soon."

"Yeah, soon!" Haechan mumbled, too engrossed in his game.

"But you guys are going, right?" Mark confirmed.

Earning a collective hum before the four of them went back to their video game, reminding themselves that it was only one game and that they would go to sleep afterwards.

Newsflash: It wasn't one round of gaming.

Which is why the three of them ended up being knocked up in the couch, Mark's loud snoring annoyed Jisung as he twisted his body back and forth, groaning when he realised he couldn't sleep.

Suddenly, a devious plan came to mind. Removing the blanket off of him, he tip-toed towards the closed door. Luckily, you were still wide awake, scrolling mindlessly on your phone. You perked up when you heard the sound of the door opening, Jisung's head peeking in. Stepping inside, you knew what he was in for...

Morning soon kicked in, rubbing your eyes. You wrapped the blanket around your bare body tightly, looking to the side to find Jisung no longer by your side. Groaning from the slight ache, you made your way to the bathroom, which was thankfully connected to the room, sparing you the intrusion.

All of your classes were in the afternoon, which gave you time to prepare breakfast. It didn't take long for you to find some ingredients, which was thankfully, not expired, knowing how lazy Chenle would get in cleaning up his stuff. The smell of freshly cooked pancakes awakened the boys. Yawning aloud as they sat down, as if awaiting for their meal. You rolled their eyes before setting a stack in front of them.

"Mm, you're the best." Haechan moaned dramatically, taking a bite. Mark humming in agreement.

"Don't you guys brush your teeth?" You asked in disgust, ignoring his compliment.

"We usually brush after."

"Gross."

A noise of protest erupt, which made you laugh. Just as you were about to make another one, in came Jisung. The last to be awake.

"Ji, come try this. She's such a good cook!" Haechan praised.

"It's just pancake." You humbled yourself.

"Yeah, you can chill out. This taste like ass." Chenle called out, which made you glare at your brother.

"Well, give me then!" You held your hand out.

Chenle only took the plate further from your reach, sticking his tongue out in mockery. Annoyed, you grabbed the spatula and whacked him across the face. Mark and Haechan laughed as Chenle began to chase you around, threatening you with a string of profanities escaping his mouth. You retaliated further by shoving him away. The sight of bickering between the siblings made Jisung smile, finding you adorable... wait, what?

"No thanks." He mumbled, quickly changing his mood back before you noticed.

"Oh, by the way, you should check your phone. NingNing's been texting you." Mark informed.

You tensed at the mention of the girl, pausing you actions briefly.

"Oh, right. I'll check it later." He said dismissively.

"So, what's your status with her?" Chenle asked, panting slightly from exhaustion.

You pretended to busy yourself in the sink, tuning in into their conversation without making it obvious.

"I don't know." He replied dryly.

"Oh, come on. She probably likes you, you've been pinning her since, what, last year?" Mark prodded.

You didn't want to hear the rest as you quickly excused yourself, telling them you had to meet your friends. Grabbing your stuff as you dashed out, in a hurry.

"Dude, we totally forgot your sister likes Ji. Oh, she's gonna be crushed." Haechan pointed out, his eyes widened comically as he pointed at the younger.

Chenle was the one to speak up, shrugging, "Who cares? She'll get over it." Chenle patted Jisung's shoulder, "Besides, we should be more worried about helping him ask the hottest chick out."

Jisung awkwardly chuckled.

"Right."

The day passed by unusually fast and Jisung still hasn't gotten a text from you. Don't get him wrong, he hated when you would get too clingy and risk the both of you getting caught but you would have usually been online by the time he opened his messaging app. It was rather impressive that you would be able to know the perfect moment to predict when he would text you. However, this time, Jisung saw that you were active three hours ago. He didn't think too much of it and switched off his phone, redirecting his attention back onto the lecture. Passing by the day as per normal.

Little did he know, that you were sulking on the other side of campus. Chaeryeong and Yunjin sitting on either side of you as you began to overthink.

"I thought we were doing okay." You mumbled, pulling your hair out in frustation.

"It's not you. You know what Jisung is like, you can't blame yourself." Chaeryeong scolded.

Just then, you watched as NingNing made her way towards campus. Her head hung low as she was focused on her phone. You could see her smile brightly, indicating that she was probably texting someone. For some reason you knew exactly who it was from how giddy she was acting. A part of you felt guilty for being selfish.

"Do you guys think I should really move on?" You asked meekly.

The both of them shot you a deadpanned look, as if ridiculing you for asking a dumb question. But the they didn't get to answer when you sat up straight, as if a lightbulb appeared on your head. "You know what?" You stood up, "I am going to move on!"

"Really?" Yunjin asked excitedly, standing up as well.

"Yes! Afterall, he only arranged this ordeal to get over his one sided crush." You waved off.

"What!" Both of them yelled in unison. "Yeah," You shrugged as if it was nothing. "He even moaned the wrong name in bed but that's besides the point."

"And you're only telling us this now?!"

You looked confused, "I thought I told you guys already."

"Uh, no you didn't. You said you guys hooked up accidentally and that's what made him want to do it again." Grabbing your shoulders, shaking them vigorously as if she was trying to wake you up, "You didn't tell us he was blatantly using you as a rebound." Yunjin said in fury, having been shocked by the sudden discovery. Chaeryeong, on the other hand wanted to punch the boy whenever he is on sight now.

"I mean, at least he got what he wanted now." You smiled, "It's totally fine, I should be happy for him."

Your friends looked at you in pity as you try to remain cheerful, not wanting to break down.

"I say we should forget about him completely."

WEEK THREE.

A few days went by and you were out hanging with your friends. Though, it would be a lie to say you weren't tempted when Jisung were to text you. It has been days without your usual sessions but he wouldn't really push the matter further, making you think that he didn't really care. In fact, you swore you saw him walking with NingNing on campus the other day. That thought had lessened the heartbreak and you soon got better at ignoring him completely.

Little did you know that Jisung began to worry about your absence. Growing more annoyed when you refuse to look at him whenever the both of you crossed paths in the hallway, even when you shared the same class, you weren't as eager to sit beside him. In fact, choosing a seat that was far from where he could see you. But in Jisung's classic way of dealing things, he ignored it, thinking that he might be exaggerating and that you were probably busy, opting to wait for you to approach him. Like you've always have.

Which was why you were fine with going to a party with your friends, knowing that if Jisung were there, he wouldn't even make an attempt to be near you.

But boy, were you wrong.

To say you were uncomfortable was an understatement, but to be fair, you hadn't had the best experience with parties. The first time you had gotten black-out drunk that you threw up all over Yunjin (you apologised later on, of course) and was forced to go back home earlier, with a massive hangover the next day. The next couple of times were consists of awkward mingling, considering you weren't one to be social. You vow to never attend a party ever again. Of course, until a few circumstances had changed.

Now, here you are, standing awkwardly while your friends were having the time of their lives. They were quite experience with the whole lifestyle, while you, on the other hand, just watched with a forced smile and they greet other college students. The liquid in the red solo cup was left untouched in your hands.

Walking through the crowds, you had lost your path with your friends, leaving you alone. As you frantically look around you, a hand clasped onto your shoulder. Turning around, you saw a beaming Seungmin.

"Didn't know you'd be here."

"Never really thought this through." You laughed awkwardly, "I didn't know why I bothered coming here."

"Parties are not your thing, huh?" He concluded, grabbing your hand as the both of you went to a more quieter area.

You didn't answer because if was fairly obvious, instead asking him back. He looked away before giving you a cheeky smile, "My friend dragged me here."

"The one making out with that girl." You pointed, watching his blonde-haired friend, Hyunjin, getting handsy.

"Yup. That's him." He scratched his head.

A moment of silence takes place before you decided to speak up, "I'm sorry for ghosting you, by the way."

He perked up, "It's alright."

"No, I'm serious. An asshole move on my part."

"Well, I can't blame you. You seemed pretty smitten with Jisung." He said, taking a sip of his drink.

"Yeah." You admitted, "But I'm over him now, well— in the process of."

He smiled, "Finally finding dignity for yourself, huh?"

"Hey!" You hit his arm, taking an offense at his words.

His laughter fueled in your anger but you soon find humour as you too, laughed along with him. And just like that, you spent the whole party talking to Seungmin.

That view alone made both of you appear to look like a couple, which was harmless. But in Jisung's eyes, it is deemed as a threat. Having had arrived an hour prior to the party, his gaze like a hawk as he eyed the both of you laughing away, ignoring Chenle's ranting.

"What have you been staring at?" Chenle moved his head towards the male, trying to match his view.

Just as Chenle eye's landed on your figure, he hummed in amusement, "Guess she finally got over you."

He joked, patting the male. But Jisung couldn't pick up on his words, not when he was fuming in anger.

Luckily though, Chenle got distracted by Haechan calling out to him, which served as a great escape for him to march towards you.

"You want to go outside?" He heard the voice of the sickening male, Seungmin's hands carressing your arms.

In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to take you away.

Which was what happened, because the next thing you could register was a sudden pull on the arm, dragging you away. It happened to quickly that not even Seungmin could utter in protest, which resulted you getting sucked into the mysterious hand. You didn't put up a fight though, knowing deep down the hand that it belongs to.

You sigh, getting tired of Jisung's mixed signals and wanting nothing more than to end the madness once and for all.

He pushed you towards an empty room before making his way in, locking the door while he slammed it shut. His back was turned towards you and you could only let out a grumble of complaint.

"So you dragged me here to give me the silent treatment." You provoked, "If you want to fuck me, just get it done and over with."

He turned around, facing you with eyes you could never read. Jisung was hard to understand and you couldn't figure out what he was thinking at the moment.

"That's not what I want to do."

"Then what is it, surely it isn't to talk. We never talk anyways, we just fuck." You scoffed, "So, try again." You scoffed, taking a step towards him.

He grabbed his hair in frusatation, "I don't know— fuck! I don't know, okay!"

"No! It's not okay because I'm sick of you treating me like a side piece. You got yourself a girlfriend now so why the hell are you still with me!" You yelled out.

"Because I like you too!" He blurted.

You widened your eyes at the sudden confession. "I like you, okay? I always have since we were kids too and I got scared so I tried to get over you by talking to her. I didn't realise how far I have gotten."

You shook your head, "Well, that's the thing. You don't think, you just do. I have made it clear from the start about my feelings but you just use it against me to fuck! You have never liked me so don't you dare fucking lie to me!"

"I'm not lying." He took a step forward, which only made you back away in disgust.

He didn't made an attempt afterwards, his eyes pleading as he watched you shuffle away.

"Well, isn't that a fucking useful information." Your voice dripping with sarcasm. "Fuck me then."

"What."

"You heard me, I said. Fuck. Me."

For the first time, it felt that you had the upper-hand. From the way Jisung seem to be more intimidated by your voice. You wanted him to feel the pain that you felt. Used like how he used you. You wanted to get back at him.

"If you don't, I'll leave."

That seemed to set a fire alarm in his ears because he was quick on his feet. His hand coming up to harshly grip onto your shirt to pull it off. You obliged, moving your hand to his neck to wrap it around his neck. With a quick tug, you pulled Jisung onto the bed, his back landed on the soft matress as you straddled his hips.

He groaned when you hastily reached his zipper, pulling down his cock. which slapped against his stomach in an instant. Veiny and red.

He was about to lean in for a kiss before you covered his lips, pouting slightly at your refusal. A smirk played on your lips as you whispered against his ear. "It doesn't feel nice, does it?"

He was about to utter your name when you began pumping his length harshly, causing him to let out loud moans.

"How pathetic, I haven't even started putting my pussy inside." You mocked.

Sliding your panties to the side, you guided his hardened cock towards your wet slick, quickly slammed your hips against him once it was slid in smoothly. Both of you moan at the contact.

Bouncing against him with such speed, you could only struggle to let out few whimpers as he held tightly onto your hips, urging you to move faster.

You could tell he was nearing from the way his grip tightened. You were sure that it would leave bruises the next day. However, that was the least of your worries as you removed yourself away from him. He groaned in frustation at the sudden loss of contact.

"Why did yo— ah!" He was interrupted when you began sucking him without warning. His noises began to grow increasingly louder, which only made you shove your throat deeper, determined to take him in completely.

He moaned aloud your name in ecstasy, finally being able to release. His load painting your mouth as you swallow it clean.

He was panting from the pure bliss, having had one of the best blow jobs he had ever gotten.

He watched as you began to clean yourself up, slowly putting on your clothes. "Wait— where are you going?" He asked, grabbing your arm to stop you.

"We're done here." You said coldly.

"But—"

"You got what you wanted. I hope you're happy so don't ever contact me again." You began, making your way towards the door.

"Consider this our last session."

And with that, Jisung was left shock. Sitting alone in a stranger's bed as he was left defeated with the fact that you were never going to feel the same way for him again.

He knew he had fucked up. Badly.

©ruwriteshours

sweet venom (l. hs, p. js)

pairing. alpha heeseung x female omega reader x alpha jay

genre. gasp….and they were roommates AU, basketball player Heeseung, bartender Jay, M/F, pwp, one shot

warnings. profanity, A/B/O dynamics, former step-sibling relations, denial of feelings, alcohol mentioned, Jay’s a little manipulative, smut warnings under cut. minors DNI.

wc. 18k+

now playing. Sweet Venom//Enhypen

smut warnings. unprotected sex, rough/angry sex, dom heejay, degradation, overstimulation, spanking, slick, squirting, oral, orgasm denial, knotting, possessiveness, etc

—————————————————————- “If you had listened to me in the first place this wouldn’t be happening.”

Whether or not your mother is right, the last thing you care to hear on top of your stress is how this is your fault.

“This is what you get for being so indecisive.” She says while gathering your hair to one side with a sigh. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to afford your own apartment with that part-time job.”

“Thanks mom.”

“I will lend you as much as I can sweetie, but rent around that area is not cheap.” Her fingers scratch at the back of your scalp to soothe the tension stiffening its way up your spine, humming as she ponders. “You know..”

“Hmm?” You ask tiredly, scrolling through various listings for a room to rent at the least until next semester.

“I think Heeseungie lives out there now, if I remember correctly.” She says, whipping out her phone to confirm. “I remember him posting about moving and having trouble finding a roommate a few months back.”

“Oh, Heeseung..” you stray off a bit, snapping yourself out of it quickly. “Does he?”

That name feels similar to sour candy burning your tongue just to speak out loud again, itching at your tonsils as you clear your throat nervously. “I mean, why does that matter?”

“I could ask him to let you stay with him for awhile!” She smiles, tapping open her messages before you can shout out ‘NO!’.

“Mom, please— do not bother him.” You shrink, slumping against the dinner table. “Heeseung’s not going to want to do that. It’s been years since I last saw him. Asking him to let me crash is way too imposing and rude..”

“Don’t be so silly sweetie, he’s your brother.” 

“No he’s not!” You say abruptly, clearing your throat and sinking deeper into your seat embarrassed. “I mean— technically not even my step-brother anymore! You’ve been divorced for two years.”

“He’ll always be your brother,” she reassures with a pleased grin. “Heeseungie’s always been so polite and giving. It’s not a big deal. What is family for if not to be there for you when you need them the most?”

The repetition makes your stomach twist, inducing nausea the more she continues raving about your… former step-brother. As much as you wished for that to be the case, you couldn’t help but feel bitter, because your mother’s right. 

Heeseung is polite, charming, all around loved by everyone; respectful and sweet enough to make your teeth rot. Never failing to remind you that he’d always have your back, that you can always count on your big brother.

and more than anything, you wished he wouldn’t.

“Let me keep looking first? Please?” You practically grovel, widening your eyes despairingly for some sympathy.

“It doesn’t hurt to ask,” your mom snickers, sitting down by your side. “He hasn’t posted anything much ever since he moved. Mostly just game updates. Don’t know how he still finds time to always play these mobile games.”

“I’ll find a place! I don’t need Heeseung to pity me.” You say with more determination as you scroll faster, wondering if you can up your budget to at least $1200 for rent; not that it’d help much considering even a shoebox of a room was beyond out of your price range.

“It’s not pity you big sourpuss!” Your mother continues, childishly sticking her tongue out at you. “I’ll ask him right now if he can grab a bite tomorrow and we can talk in person about this.”

“Mom, come on!”

“Ramen should do the trick! Hee always had the biggest smile on his face when we’d take him out to that one spot in Hongdae… what was it called again?”

As your mother devises her plan, you can’t stop your mind from reeling; accessing the different steps you could have taken to avoid this predicament.

Maybe Heeseung isn’t even hot anymore.

No. That’s not possible. 

Worse.

He could be hotter.

Instinctively your bottom lip pouts at the thought of him possibly growing more attractive in the last few years. Swearing to yourself to never lurk his social media— not that there was much to lurk to begin with.

Okay, you lurked, and came up empty each time to only sense excitement from ominous updates of song lyrics and blurry photos he’d post once every 8 months.

Even his lack of presence online is attractive.

Sickening, actually. 

Of all the men on this planet your mother had to marry, it had to be Mr. Lee. It had to be the mogul Mr. Lee with the ridiculously attractive son that you maybe have had a crush on since the first time you saw him playing basketball with the older kids as your Kindergarten class made their trip to the bathroom. Ridiculous that even to this day you remember the way a 7 year old Heeseung dribbled past a group of upperclassmen and shot a perfect three pointer.

“It’s settled! Oh I’m so excited!” Your mom squeaks proudly. “I’ll treat Seungie to lunch tomorrow and schmooze him into letting you crash for a while.”

“Mommmmm,” you whine, banging your forehead on the table. “Please please don’t pester him. Please, I know he won’t say no! Don’t pressure him!”

Clicking her tongue, she flicks your arm. “A thank you would be nice here! And a fruit basket too! For when your mother saves your ass from sleeping with roaches in those overpriced studios.”

Saves your ass? You would scoff if it wouldn’t lead to a smack to the back of your skull. 

Without a doubt Hee would agree to you moving in, and without a doubt you’d have to learn how to endure his existence. 

Fuck me.

Wait. No. Don’t fuck me. 

I mean. 

Maybe.

“Yeah yeah,” you grunt, shoving up to stand and immerse yourself in an ice cold shower at the mere memory of your step-brother walking around the house shirtless after basketball practice. Sweaty, obscenely sweaty and shirtless.

God. If Heeseung hasn’t become acquainted with properly dressing himself yet, you’re definitely fucked.

And the ugly thought rears its head as you step into the shower and let the chilled water pour down your skin.

There’s no way Heeseung hasn’t presented.

And there’s absolutely no way he isn’t an Alpha.

—————————————————————-

Of course Heeseung agreed to let you move in rent free, in fact he even offered an empty bedroom since his roommate had just moved out a month ago and none of the applicants had been convincing.

But you, of course he ‘smiled ear to ear without hesitation, eagerly bouncing up and down in his seat excitedly’ as your mother recounted.

“I told you he wouldn’t say no..” you grumble from the passenger seat of the U-haul your mom was nice enough to rent to help you with moving your things.

“Well, yes! Heeseung’s always had such a soft spot for you.” 

A soft spot. Something like that. 

To be fair you hadn’t been the best at keeping your relationship strong over the last few years. Once he moved to the city for university it’d become a lot harder to stay in touch, already bad enough after that awkward period while you were still in high school and he transitioned to college.

“Does he know?”

Your mother hums confused, glancing at you quickly. “Know what sweetie?”

“That I presented.”

“Oh,” she ponders out loud, adding small sounds of confusion. “I don’t think I mentioned that, but Heeseung didn’t ask. We all knew you’d present Omega someday, darling. I’m sure it’s fine. Besides you always had such a strong brother sister relationship, your sub-genders shouldn’t affect that.”

He didn’t ask because he doesn’t care. That’s why, because why would he? Your mom’s right, your bond was nothing more than that of a caring protective older brother who stuck by your side and watched out for you. Even if you wished for more.

“Wow, real nice place huh? Mr. Lee must pay a pretty penny to house him here.”

A luxury tower complex greets you as you step out of the vehicle, neck aching from having to peer up just to see where it ends high up in the clouds. “It’s really close to school though! Walking distance!” Your mother’s cheerful tone calms your nerves for a few seconds, listening to her explain everything Heeseung told her about the area. “There’s a gym, pool area, coffee shop in the lobby. Seriously, I’m going to owe that boy multiple free ramen lunches.”

By the time she’s managed to talk your ear off you’ve made it to the 8th floor, standing before a door with 3 numbers and a fancy keycard lock. 

“Oh!” The door flies open as your mom digs through her purse for the spare card Heeseung had given her, unveiling a well built bleached blonde Alpha dawning a face of shock. “Wha—“

“Oh sorry! Is this not apartment 335?”

“This is 335..” his eyes go wide, fingers snapping. “My bad! Heeseung told me his step-sister—“

“I’m not his step sister. Our parents are divorced.” You say abruptly, creating awkward tension between the three of you.

“Right, uh,” the guy, exuding stereotypical pompous Alpha energy, smirks, taking a step back from the doorway to smoothly run his gaze up and down. “You must be—“

“Not his step-sister.” Your mom intervenes with a playful laugh. “My apologies for my daughter, she can be a little—“

“Mom!”

“Ahh, a little feisty!” She says pinching your cheek before returning her attention to the now extremely confused Alpha. “Are you one of Heeseung’s friends?”

“Oh yeah, I’m his roommate.” He shares with a boxy grin. “Names Jay.”

“Roommate?! Oh Heeseung said you moved..”

“Jake moved.” He nods, clearing his throat. “We have three rooms, his has been empty for a few weeks now.”

“Oh that’s great! Well if you don’t mind young man, we’ll probably be making a bit of noise while we bring her things up.”

“Totally fine, I was on my way to the gym, but,” Jay finds your eyes, biting down on his lower lip. “Let me help you, I’m sure the furniture will be too heavy to carry on your own.”

“Isn’t that sweet!” Your mother squeals, patting his arm on her way in to drop the bags you carried up. “Wow this is a great place! What a view!”

Jay licks over his lips, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed watching as you and your mom explore. Heeseung hadn’t mentioned how attractive his not step-sister is.

“He’s cute.” Your mom whispers, bumping an elbow into your side with a look over your shoulder. “I saw a liquor store down the street. So you have no excuse to blow up my phone a month from now to tell me that you’re knocked up.”

“Mom!”

“What!” She giggles, jokingly glaring at you as you finish packing your drawers full of clothes and break down the last box. Jay had been a great help and managed to cut down the time of this excruciating moving process by a lot. Not to mention he ended up swapping the baggy t-shirt he had on for a snug fitted black tank top now covered in sweat.

“Do you like that position?” He speaks up out of breath, snapping your attention to where he’s finished setting up your bed in the middle of the room.

“What?!”

Jay smirks, eyes disappearing behind the amusement. “Your bed, I can move it closer to the window if you’d like.”

“Oh no, that’s perfect.”

“Ah, I won’t have time to treat you to ramen today, young man.” Your mom apologizes, reaching for her wallet. “But I really can’t thank you enough for all of your help today, should fifty dollars cover a meal for the two of you?”

“Don’t worry about that—“

“Thanks mom.” You cut him off, snatching the money and side eyeing him. “We’ll eat something good, promise.”

“Okay sweetie, I need to get going before it gets dark outside and traffic hits. It’s a long drive as is, ah I am going to miss having you around the house so much.”

“I’m only a phone call away mom.”

“Be good,” cupping your face, she gives you a knowing look, adding a wink. “Remember what I said about that liquor store.”

“Mommmmmm!”

“Okay okay, lovely to meet you Jay! Thanks again for all of your help.” Squeezing him into a goodbye hug, she frowns and laments about not being able to see Heeseung today, adding another twenty to the bills in your hand with mention to buy him some dinner too. “He’ll probably be so exhausted after practice.”

Jay waves at your mother from behind you at the door, humming to himself. “Heeseung’s not at practice.” He corrects under his breath.

“What?” Turning back to him and shutting the door, you suddenly feel an anxious swoop curl through your stomach. Cowering against the front entrance to create more space between your bodies.

“Heeseung doesn’t have basketball practice today.” Jay states, pulling out his phone with a nod. “Yeah no, he’s hanging out with Yujin right now.”

“Oh.” Your lack of response is enough for Jay to pick up on your confusion, waving off what he just mentioned. “Just a fuck buddy, nothing serious, but I’m pretty sure he won’t be back until late. Let’s get some food, yeah?”

Oh. A fuck buddy. A fuck buddy he’s been with all day.

“He did mention I’d be moving in today, right?”

“Yeah.” Jay shrugs, pulling the hem of his tank up to wipe his chin free of sweat. Stomach muscles clenched tight on purpose. “Sorry I forgot earlier, I had a long night at work and—“

“Why don’t you pick out whatever you want to eat. I’m going to hop in the shower really quick.”

“Oh, are you sure?”

“Yeah, I feel disgusting. I’m not picky so choose whatever you want.” You nod, keeping your gaze focused on anything other than the muscles lining his hips. 

“Alright, sounds good.”

—————————————————————-

“Shit I thought she was coming tomorrow.” 

“Dude why didn’t you tell me?”

“Man, I’m sorry I thought I did. God, I feel like such a dick.”

“Not about that! I mean why didn't you tell me how fucking hot she is??”

“What?”

“Hey, is she singl—“

Jay’s jaw hangs, trailing off when he spots you near the hallway entrance still soaked with a sheen of water coating your skin and a towel wrapped tightly around your figure.

Heeseung’s gaze follows shortly, losing the ability to shut his mouth as well at the sight of you.

“Hee?”

“Shit.” He mutters under his breath, balling his hands into tight fists at his sides and forcing a smile. “Wow! Look at how much you’ve grown!”

The scent hits him next, a sweet toasted vanilla wrapped around crispy marshmallow that has his knees buckling in an instant. Jay gulps by his side, noting to himself that your scent hadn’t been this strong earlier, you probably had scent blockers on.

“Sorry, I didn’t think you’d be back already..” you mumble shyly, suddenly too aware of the sets of eyes focused on your mostly bare skin.

Heeseung can feel his teeth grinding, reaching up to pull the collar of his shirt up higher to cover up what he knows are early signs of love bites after hours in Yujin’s bed. “Jay ordered food, I think it just got here. Go get dressed so we can eat and catch up.” 

He won’t admit it now but the longer you stand there allowing for another Alpha to see you like this, the more his nails dig into the palm of his hand. It’s because he still thinks of you as his younger sister, no other reason..

“I’ll be fast.” Heeseung’s eyes fail to shift away until he can no longer see you pass down the hall. The tension weighing on his shoulders only dissipates once he hears the sound of your bedroom door clicking shut.

“My guess is she didn’t look like that before—“

A growl rises up the Alphas throat, quickly snapping back to his roommate. “She’s off limits.”

“What?! You can’t be serious!” Jay scoffs, rolling his eyes.

“As a heart attack, don’t even think about it.”

“She’s not even your step-sister anymore. Believe me, she only corrected me about 5 thousand times whenever I even alluded to it.”

“I’m fucking serious.”

“What if she comes on to me first?!?” Jay crosses his arms, grinning cockily. “I saw her checking me out earlier, and it’s only natural. A sweet sweet Omega like that, all cute with those come-fuck-me eyes.”

“Shut the hell up.” Heeseung growls, ready to lunge at his friend if not for your feet padding way back into the room with an all too adorable smile on your face.

“Hee!”

Anger drains from his limbs, forgetting of his friend's existence as he takes in your sparkling gaze and bright smile, instinctively reaching to cup your face and smooth his thumbs across your cheeks. “Haven’t grown out of this baby face yet..”

Jay rolls his eyes, mumbling too quietly for either of you to pick up on. “Anyway, enough of this Flowers in The Attic bullshit. I’m starving, not gonna wait for your reunion to finish to eat.”

Between pausing to chat and laugh, the takeout before you goes cold, more interested in catching up with Heeseung than stuffing your very empty stomach. Jay sits across the table curiously observing the back and forth banter between the two of you, devouring the boxes of beef broccoli and chow mein on his own without anyone to slap his chopsticks away.

“So, how was your date with Yujin?” He interrupts, growing tired after an hour of conversation that grows more oddly flirtatious by the minute. Heeseung chokes on a mouthful of fried rice, punching his chest to push the small pieces of vegetable down, glaring at his friend.

“It wasn’t a date, she needed help.. with something.”

Jay sneers, leaning back with flex his biceps over his chest. “What about you?” He turns toward you, eyebrows raised inquisitively. “Single? Playing the field? Desperately seeking an Alpha on mate match?”

“Jay.” Heeseung says sternly, watching your reaction from the corner of his eye, undeniably intrigued to know more himself.

“I guess I’m single.” You mumble, shaking your head. “No no, I mean— I’m very single.” 

It’s more embarrassing to admit after noticing spots of red and purple decorating Heeseung’s collarbone with each slight movement he makes, but the contemplation to lie about your relationship status quickly gets shoved aside by the thought of getting caught. The idea of your gorgeous former step-brother, childhood crush, new roommate- whatever he is now, discovering you made up an entire nonexistent Alpha to keep up some facade in front of him would only humiliate you further.

“What about you guys??” You cough, eager to move the attention away from your lack of a love life.

“Single as a pringle.” Jay smiles, adding a wink.

“Who says that?” You grimace, squirming under his continuous cheesy come ons.

Heeseung clears his throat, tugging the hood around his neck tighter. “Yeah, same.”

“Oh, so who’s Yujin?” The question comes out casually, stirring the rice around on your plate to form a circle. “Jay said something earlier..”

“Just a friend.”

“Yeah, I told you, it’s not serious.” Jay gets up, holding a palm out for you to high-five. “I gotta get ready for work, but it’s been great getting to know you. Welcome to the Alpha bachelor pad, roomie.”

Reluctantly you slap his hand, tugged forward by his fingers wrapping around yours with another playful raise of his eyebrows before he exits.

“Sorry about him.” Heeseung groans, shaking his head. “He’ll get used to you in a few weeks, he didn’t grow up around Omegas.”

“You didn’t either.”

Heeseung’s mouth opens, shutting again with a frown. “I guess you’re right.. but I mean..”

He trails off tongue-tied for a minute as memories flood back to the terrible years of puberty experienced by your side. Unruly hormones, acne, body hair, random growth spurts, and in your case- a menstrual cycle that caused you enough pain to cry curled up in your bed.

The first time he found you rolled into a fetal position with your face swollen from crying ripped through his chest, immediately sinking to his knees by your bed to comfort you and find out what you needed. A smile creeps onto his face remembering how often he’d find himself crawling into your bed everyday after, or vice versa.

“Hey, do you still have those nightmares?”

“Nightmares? Oh yeah, I do.. you remember that?”

“Of course I remember.” The Alpha leans over, pulling you in close with an arm around your shoulder. “You can still come to me, you know, if it’s hard to sleep.”

“Oh..”

“Like you used to.”

A lump forms in your throat at the reminder, easing into the warmth of his side with an uncomfortable smile. When neither of you had presented it was innocent enough to cuddle and hug through the night, scenting until you felt calm enough to fall asleep again.

At least that’s what you thought until the day you got caught and your mom had a long talk with you about ‘Alphas and Omegas’ aka ‘The Birds and The Bees’.

“Would that be okay?” You say apprehensively, turning to look at him. “If we.. did that now?”

Confusion paints Heeseung’s features, easily shrugging with a pouted lip. “I don’t see why not.”

Although every cell in your body says otherwise, you nod in agreement with a soft smile, curling further into his side. “I’ve really missed having you near by.”

“I’ve missed you so much pup.”

There’s always been something about the way Heeseung holds you, fully embraced as his hands(now much larger) slide up and down your back in a slow soothing manner. The way his face tucks into your neck and his nose rests against your scent gland. He’s always felt right, like a safe place to hide, like home.

Maybe that’s why you took up his offer and ended up standing outside of his bedroom door past 4 in the morning.

Nightmares have been a consistent part of your life since childhood. Most seemed to stem from anxiety, stress and emotions you had never been able to handle while awake that followed you through sleep and haunted your dreams. Sleep medication had become easy to use after numerous doctor visits that had you test out various methods, it wasn’t until the day Heeseung bundled up around you in bed that you finally got a good night of sleep without the aid of pills.

It’s not right for Alphas and Omegas to practice these types of activities unmated, but he’s single.. as are you. It’s not hurting anyone, yet.

Heeseung, still mostly asleep, welcomed you into his bed without hesitation. Effortlessly falling back into the same position he held in for years; except for one thing. Instead of laying his face between the crook of your neck, his nose nuzzled into your hair, cradling you close to his chest. Even as preteens he always carried a hint of earthy tone between the faded light scent of creamy milk. Taking deep breaths of the Alphas pajama shirt smashed down every button of relaxation in your system, eyes falling shut as the next breath passed from your lips.

“Wow,” he says sleepily against your hair. “Forgot how good this feels.”

Too good, you only wish you could say, lulled to sleep faster than you’ve been able to in a very long time. 

And Heeseung’s a vision straight from your dreams to wake up besides, propped up on one elbow with a gentle smile. “Hungry?” 

He says it’s not a problem, that he likes to cook, that he likes to cook for you. Scrambling eggs and shredding potatoes for the two of you with a please smiled. “How’d you sleep?” 

Setting down a mug filled with hot coffee and a steaming hot plate of food, he sits by your side again, feeling extra clingy this morning.

“Amazing.” You say, blowing at the steam flowing up from the mug. “This is great, I’m sorry about last night, for disrupting your sleep.”

“Oh, don’t.” Heeseung motions to cut you off, stuffing his mouth full of food. “I don’t think I’ve slept that good in years, even my body feels great today.”

He goes on explaining how the basketball team’s chiropractor always has to work on the kinks in his neck and back, leading you to cup his nape with concern and massage at the stiff muscle.

“Good morning.” Jay mutters, trudging past you to the kitchen half-awake. “Well, not good morning, just needed water.” His eyes fall shut, head pressed to the coolness of the fridge as he refills the water bottle brought from his room.

“How was work?” 

Jay grunts, his hair a mess from colliding straight to his bed instead of hopping in the shower after another long shift. “Were the tips good at least?”

“Very.” Jay blinks, standing up straight at the view he finds with a squint. “Uh..”

Oblivious to his judging eyes, you continue to knead at Heeseung’s shoulders and neck, pushing into his seat behind him with your thighs draped around his. “What about the two of you, have a good night?”

Heeseung shrugs, softly hissing as you work harder to massage a knot in his shoulder. 

“Right, well..” Jay gulps down half of his water, observing how suspiciously close the two of you seem. “Going back to sleep, see ya.”

“What time does he usually get home?” You ask, smoothing down the Alphas arms with light squeezes. 

“Really late.” Heeseung adjusts to sit near the end of the seat, forming more space between your bodies. Knowing his friend all too well. He didn’t miss Jay’s wary questioning look and confused wrinkles lining his forehead. “I should uh..” he gets up abruptly, picking up your breakfast plates. “Get going soon, practice today.”

“Oh okay!” Just like old times, you stand up to lay a kiss on his cheek and hug around his waist. “Good luck! And be careful.”

Heeseung shivers, swallowing down the itch growing up his throat. “Thanks pup.”

You knew over the next week that crawling your way back to the Alphas bed wasn’t the smartest thing to do, especially after daily phone calls with your mom choosing to omit that small detail. It’s not like it would end up happening night after night, except it did.

Every night you’d make your way to his bedroom again, even without the excuse of a nightmare you returned to lay your head on his chest, accepted and embraced each time.

Hanging out with Heeseung everyday had become routine, after you’d come home from work and he’d clean up after practice, you’d end up together in the living room eating whatever he cooked up for the two of you as Jay would pass through to dismiss himself for the evening and head to work.

In the back of your mind you knew the real reason you kept turning down your coworkers' invites to go out was to spend more time with Heeseung. Things felt normal again between the two of you, other than the guilty feeling you kicked aside time and time again whenever you’d wake up and stare at each other for a few minutes before making breakfast.

It wasn’t until your day off a few weeks later when you fell asleep on the couch after staying up recounting fun memories with the Alpha that you had another nightmare.

“Hey hey hey,” Heeseung rushed in from the kitchen, catching the sound of escalating whimpers and heavy breaths. Shaking your shoulders, he helps you to sit up, immediately searching your distressed face. “Bad dream?”

Without needing to explain, you fall into his arms and loop around his shoulders, hiding a whine in the material of his shirt. The clear sour scent of fear makes his nose twitch, cooing and repeating soft strokes up your back to calm you down. “It’s okay, I’m here now pup.”

“Alpha.” Feeling vulnerable after growing used to his presence, you turn to press against his scent gland, erupting shivers up his spine.

Heeseung’s chest tightens, heart pounding rapidly at the first drag along his throat, shaking under the deep inhale you take in that only seems to drain all of the anxiousness from your body. “That's a good puppy.” He manages to whisper, gathering your hair away from your neck just to look. 

It’s one thing if you scent him, but as an Alpha he should know better than to take advantage of a vulnerable Omega..

As if you read his mind, you turn to rest your cheek against his shoulder, fully exposing the expanse of your throat and nodding. “It’s okay.”

Heeseung’s tongue feels heavy with thirst, blood boiling through his veins, an itch running up his chest. “Are you sure?”

“Please Alpha..”

He shouldn’t, he knows he shouldn’t, but every part of him wants to. 

Dropping his face only an inch forward he takes a long inhale, hit hard by your scent this up close. A sweet thick blanket of warmth and sugar wraps around him, heavily laid on his shoulders pushing him forward more until his nose plants along your throat and he gets lost in a cloud of your scent.

It’s different now, much more different than when you were innocent kids. Heeseung can’t ignore the coil of heat rolling up his stomach, the heaviness building between his legs, and he especially can’t ignore the twitch that jolts his cock up.

“Woahhh.” Jay lets out an awkward laugh, backing away half awake, attempting to shield his bare chest. “Sorry dude, I didn’t know you had a girl ov—“

“Huh?”

“Oh what the..” Jay stumbles into the hallway opening, reaching to rub his eyes because he must be half asleep still. Blinking furiously, he refocuses, jaw dropping as he finds your confused gaze and Heeseung’s annoyed glare. “Oh..”

Heeseung coughs to break the cumbersome air beginning to fill the room, softly squeezing your sides as he shifts to silently maneuver you off of his lap.

“Sorry man.” Jay forces a smile, nodding as if to say he understands. “Thought you had a girl over, forgot about uhm..” trailing off he smirks at the frown drawing your lips down, shrugging apologetically.

Heeseung takes a swig from a water bottle, a sense of shame washing over him similar to the one your parents instilled years ago. 

“..didn’t know scenting was a thing siblings still did as adults..” Jay continues, teetering an accusing tone. “As pups.. sure, maybe.”

“We’re not siblings.” Heeseung’s quick to correct, moving to stand and drop this conversation before it can even start. “You hungry?” He asks you with a lit up easy-going smile to keep you calm. 

“Pancakes?” You say shyly, curling into the couch.

“Of course.” Winking, he motions for you to stay put and makes his way to the kitchen, brushing off his roommate’s suspicious commentary.

“Hmm, I could go for some pancakes too, you know.” Jay chides, following after him into the kitchen. “Especially after waking up to this..” he sniffs at the air, letting out a pleased sigh as he leans against the counter. “So sweet.”

Heeseung’s back tenses, neck muscles stiffening, and teeth clenching as he proceeds to move around in search of ingredients to whip up your favorite fluffy buttermilk pancakes. 

“That’s crazy.” Jay hops onto the counter still in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs. “Her scent is so so sweet.. I wouldn’t be able to scent someone so casually like that..”

Heeseung goes on ignoring him, beginning to mix up flour with cream and turn on the stove to melt down the flavor of cinnamon sticks in sugary water.

Jay loudly sucks at the air behind him, savoring the hint of flavor teasing his tongue. “Probably don’t even need syrup for those pancakes, I bet she has the sweetest tastiest sli—“

“That’s enough.” Heeseung snaps around, growling between his teeth. “Do not fucking talk about her like that.”

Jay grins, hopping off the counter to stand before his friend, bare feet stomping across the kitchen floor arrogantly with arms crossed over his chest. “You know, when you said your step-sister would be crashing with us for a while..”

“She’s not my step-sister.” Heeseung says threateningly, as if to dare his roommate to say that one more time and see what happens.

“Yeah yeah, whatever, your parents separated.” Jay waves him off, pointing a finger at his face. “But, not by law, I mean technically speaking..”

“She’s not.” Heeseung rolls his eyes, turning back to stir the syrup, half distracted by the taste of your scent still wrapped around his tongue. “It’s not a big deal, she has bad dreams sometimes.”

Jay hums for him to continue, pulling out a bowl of strawberries to cut up for the pancakes.

“Scenting calms her down.” Heeseung says just above a whisper, eyes shifting to the side to find Jay’s. “I know it’s not common, since we’re not even really siblings and all..” 

‘You can’t scent her! Do you even understand what an Omega carrying your scent around implies?! And not just any Omega, but your step-sister!’

His father proceeded to slap him across the head, lecturing him on the proper etiquette between Alpha and Omegas alike, disappointment riddling his tired features the more he unleashed on him after finding the two of you cooped up in bed drenched in each other's scents. ‘What’s the point of paying so much for you to attend that ridiculously priced academy if they don’t even bother to teach you this!’

Flinching at the memory, he looks away, scooping out the cinnamon sticks from the pot of thickened liquid. “I can’t say no to her, alright?” He says finally, pleading for his friend to drop it.

Jay chuckles, grabbing three plates to help more. “Oh believe me, I’ve noticed that.”

Assorting the pancakes as Heeseung passes them over, he shrugs, that explanation seems reasonable enough..

“But..”

Heeseung sighs, shutting off the stove with an annoyed huff. “What? Spit it out.”

“I won’t lie, the way you treat her confuses me.” Jay says, sliding open a drawer to grab forks. “Like, if she told you to grab the moon for her, I have no doubt in my mind that you’d figure it out..”

Scoffing, Heeseung flips him off playfully. “Don’t be ridiculous, she’s—“

“Not your sister.” Jay interrupts with an evil smirk. “She’s just some girl you cater to like a pathetic dog? I’ve never seen you like that, with anyone.”

Heeseung’s glare intensifies, hating that he’s making you a cup of coffee exactly the way you like it as his friend points this out.

“Don’t get me wrong dude but,” Jay laughs, head shaking. “You even rushed out to buy her menstrual pads and heat suppressors last week. Aren’t you a bit embarrassed?! An unmated Alpha out in public purchasing that type of stuff is..”

“It’s not that big of a deal.”

“It is.” Jay clicks his tongue, reaching to smack the others shoulder. “This is the longest pussy drought I’ve seen you in, fuck man. I was actually excited for you when I thought you were getting some just now.”

“I have a lot going on right now, that’s all.” He shrugs, ignoring the way his dick twitches as if to disagree. “Haven’t even realized that it’s been awhile.”

“Dude, come on.” Jay grumbles, making a disgusted face as Heeseung decorates your stack of pancakes with a happy face. “You are literally her bitch boy.”

Heeseung lets out a fake laugh, middle finger lifted once again. “It’s not like that, she’s—“

“Not your sister.” Jay cuts him off again, leaning in to pat his back and whisper. “But you know what she is? Pussy repellant.”

Grabbing his plate he grumbles under his breath about not wanting to join the two of you over the disgusting breakfast you will surely have. “Not trying to ruin my meal with you cutting up her food and feeding her like some baby.”

Heeseung sighs, glancing back and forth from his plate of boring somewhat flat and crispy pancakes compared to the perfectly shaped golden fluffy ones on your plate. He really does prioritize you, maybe a bit too much..

“Mmm smells sooo good!” You say breaking through his thoughts, coming up behind him to loop around his waist and kiss the back of his shoulder. “Thank you Alpha, you always know what to do to make me feel better.”

Heeseung’s cheeks warm, patting your hands locked over his stomach. “Anything for you pup.”

It’s always been anything for you, and as predicted here he is, cutting little squares through your stack of pancakes.

We should talk.

Heeseung keeps repeating those words in his head, unable to bring himself to say it as he softly pushes a forkful of fluffy syrup coated pancake past your lips. 

But Jay has a point, of course he does. There’s been a part of him struggling to push away his dad’s shouts. The way he forced himself to create distance between the two of you to appease your parents.

Is it weird? This close bond you’ve always had even before presenting? Maybe it’s always been weird, because whether he’s acknowledged it or not, Heeseung likes you. A lot.

“Pup..”

“Hmm?”

Tell her. Either cut this off now or tell her the truth. Is it even the truth after suppressing these feelings for so many years? 

He takes in your face, confused gaze and head tilted to one side waiting. 

“I uh,“ he stammers, phone buzzing inside of his pocket like a bell to save him from confessing. “Oh.”

Yujin: ‘Come over, Gauel wants to hang out too.’

He skims the text quickly, mouth going dry knowing hanging out is really never just that. They’d joked about having a threesome enough times, even nearly going through with it last month if not for cops breaking up the party because of noise complaints.

“Hee?”

The Alpha nods, getting up without another look in your direction. “I’ll catch up with you later.”

“Oh, are you leaving?”

Heeseung affirms with a wave goodbye, patting your head on his way out of the room. “Don’t wait up.”

He can feel it, your confused hurt gaze burning into his retreating figure like a laser. Maybe it’s his own guilt, knowing he’s abandoning you to go get laid, but he needs to get away from you. Clear his head before he ends up doing, or saying, something crazy that could alienate you.

There’s not much to do with both Heeseung and Jay out, leaving you alone to wander around the complex. After using the gym and pool for some hours, you come back home noting three pairs of shoes by the front door; only recognizing the sneakers as Heeseung’s.

“Hee?” You ask softly, stepping down the hall and coming to a halt once the scent fully hits you.

For the most part the smell wretches you backward in disgust, covering your nose the second spicy citrus and amber meets your taste buds. Small remnants of earthy pine sprinkle between the muddled overly sweet and rusty stench, lulling you closer toward the Alphas bedroom. Close enough to pick up on the loud clash of skin meeting skin, high pitched moans, low powerful grunts and the rail of his bed crashing against the wall.

Heeseung’s sweet voice deeply reverberates past the cracks in the door, struggling between ragged breaths as flesh meeting palm grows louder. The obvious call of two Omegas pleading for more caves your chest in, searching for the wall behind you to hold yourself up and cover the cry that wants to pass from your lips.

There’s no way to even convince yourself it could be coming from Jay’s room with the obvious scent that’s been stuck to your clothing for weeks. It’s Heeseung’s grunts, moans, choked words and heavy breaths that radiate from the walls separating you. Pathetically your thighs rub together, squatting against the wall to suppress the urge to jam your hands between your legs. Heat builds with each second ticking by, biting down on your hand at the first hint of slick bubbling out of your core.

“Fucking sh—“ with strained muscles and gritted teeth you manuver further down the hall, struggling to take long steps with your knees locked together as you collapse at your door. “I can’t.” You curse, locking the door and making your way to the wall that connects your bedrooms.

‘Alpha, fuck daddy! you’re so fucking big.’ 

The shrill girlish tone rises bile up your throat, quickly swallowed down as you tune out the two unknown female voices and hone in on Heeseung alone.

It’s in between panted harsh inhales and loud grunts that you capture a strain in his vocals, croaked whines and exasperated sighs making it all too easy to shut your eyes and get lost in the Alphas pleasured cries.

Against your better conscience your hand follows the path down your stomach, pushing in past your bottoms in search of the dampness between your thighs. Heeseung doesn’t have to know you got off to his moans, to the sound of his cock sinking inside of two other girls. 

With his scent still lingering on your clothes, you easily get lost in a fantasy. Eyes Falling shut as you dip in past your panties to drag two fingers between your slit, ear flush to the wall aching to feel his breath fan across your face, to push those pleasured whines out of him yourself. 

‘Yeah, fuck me fuck me!’

The Alphas groans become erratic, coming out louder and faster the more he exerts himself; easy to imagine him sweating above you, hips ramming forward filling you up. 

“God, fuck.” You bite, grinding the backs of your teeth the more your fingers sink in past your heat, rutting up needing more. Needing Heeseung.

It’s when he lets out a long shout, vocally whimpering, chords cracking as he undoubtedly releases. The image of his mouth hung open, neck thrown back, eyes rolled up and stomach muscles contracting tight has your hips jumping up, biting down on your hand as you shortly follow and cum with one last jab past your swelling cavern. “Oh my God..”

Regret and guilt make their way back around as your senses clear up and the fog filling your brain diminishes. Sitting up lazily just as the Alpha heads into a round 2, or who knows how many by now..

So much for ‘going out’, you think, getting up and wiping your wet fingers along your underwear before snatching a towel hanging from the back of your door, making a quick exit to take a shower.

“Woah!” Jay stumbles back, met by your shoulder slamming into his chest on your way out, just now getting home from wherever he’s been. “Not so fast there.”

“Sorry.” You mumble, trying to step around him until he circles your wrist and refuses to budge. 

“Hey, what’s wro—“ the Alphas gaze widens, glancing from your hand trapped in his hold to Heeseung’s bedroom door. “Oh.”

“It’s not what you think!” You whisper in a panic, shimmying away from his grip to hide your hand under the towel. 

Jay grins, taking a step back to lean against the wall and nod toward Heeseung’s bedroom. “Like what you hear?”

“No!” You hiss, peering back and forth worried the Alpha will exit his bedroom at any moment. “I just need to shower.”

“Hmm” stepping closer, he takes a deep inhale, eyes rolling up. “Oh, that’s new.”

“Stop it! You pervert.”

“Me?!” Jay squawk’s dramatically, adding extra effect with his jaw hanging to the floor. “No way you just rubbed one out to your step-brother getting his dick wet and have the audacity to call me a pervert!”

“Shut up! Oh my God! I did not!” Before your fist can pummel his chest, he snatches your wrist again, this time in a firm grip.

“What’s this?” He ducks, sniffing just above your fingers. “Fuck..”

“Stop!” 

A noisy deep groan coming from Heeseung’s bedroom distracts the both of you enough to pull away before he can detain you any longer, glaring at him over your shoulder as you jog to the bathroom. “Don’t even think about telling him!”

Jay chuckles, licking at the roof of his mouth, still able to pick up traces of your sweet scent in the air. Muttering to himself as he heads for his bedroom. “I knew it.”

Embarrassment runs down the drain along with hot water that rinses away whatever guilt you had begun to feel. Sure, you shouldn’t have done that, and in all honesty if you hadn’t gotten caught you’d care a lot less..

Finally able to clear away lewd thoughts of Heeseung only seems to sink in the reality of what just happened. 

It’s possible you’re more attracted to him than you’re supposed to be.. and you wonder why you even have these rules when it comes to him. Why you’ve dismissed any feelings beyond friendship in favor of not ruining a good thing. Who’s to say the Alpha shares any similar thoughts regardless..

Why would Heeseung bring home not only one but two Omegas to flaunt and rub in your face if he felt anything for you above a brother sister connection..

It’s not hard to avoid him come morning, simply locking your bedroom door and setting your phone on do not disturb. He gets the idea after lightly tapping at your door and receiving no response. 

The original plan hadn’t been for Yujin and Gaeul to come over, but they insisted that his place would be best since their parents could come home at any hour without warning. 

Heeseung thought it’d help him to get over whatever this is he’s been dealing with, this inner turmoil that he’s brushed aside for weeks. Yujin made a face of disgust when he showed up covered in your scent, provoking him with taunts and jokes about how he never lets her near his throat, let alone borrow any of his clothes during her heats.

‘Ooooh our Alpha must have found someone, good thing we’re getting this out of the way before we lose you for good to the mated life.’

‘It’s not like that.’

He brushed them off, refusing to explain more as he clawed through their clothing and stripped them down to nothing, silently picturing the way your lips parted open in the morning, softly breathing under the beams of sunlight passing between his curtains.

The sex wasn’t even that good.

Sure, he got off, but at one point Heeseung even questioned if any of this was real. Not helping when he opened his eyes and saw your face looking back at him before reaching to smack himself out of it.  

After wrapping up some breakfast for you and writing a note he decides it’s for the best. Who knows what kind of rift this would create, if he ever actually admitted to having feelings in the first place..

He leaves without sending a text or mentioning where he’ll be. Not wanting Jay to rat him out again even though he’s only heading to Sunghoon’s place to hide out and avoid any possible awkward tenseness of showing up with a neck littered in hickeys again.

“What are you doing all alone?” Jay stumbles through the living room, running a hand through his messy head of hair with one eye squinted shut. “Where’s Hee?”

“Oh, he’s out.”

“Why didn’t you go with him?” He yawns, stumbling to sit on the couch beside you, smacking his cheek to wake up. 

“He’s on a date, I think..”

“Oh!” Jay sits up, eyes fully opened now, coughing back his surprise. “Oh.”

“Yeah..”

“Right, that makes sense- why you’re here then…”

Awkward silence falls between the two of you, sighing as nothing but the sound of the clock ticking by resonates. “You have work?”

Jay roughs up his face, aggressively rubbing the sleep away. “Yeah, another late night.” He hums, rubbing over his chin. “You should come, I’ll get you on the list so you don’t have to pay.”

“To a club?” You snort, shaking your head. “Not my scene.”

“Oh come on,” he nudges your shoulder, cocking a brow. “You deserve a night of fun too.”

The implication behind his words has thoughts of Heeseung having fun racing through your head, sinking deeper into the couch with a frown. “What’s fun about going to a crowded club..”

“I promise I’ll make sure you have a good time.” Jay smiles softly, standing back up to down a protein shake before he has to get ready. “And if you don’t, I’ll owe you fifty bucks, or whatever.”

“You’ll owe me coffee and breakfast in the morning.” You suggest, getting up and eyeing Heeseung’s baggy sweater hanging off your torso. “What should I wear? How do people typically dress at these places?”

“Something short.” Jay says with a smirk. “Tight too, and low.” He hums, snapping his fingers. “I bet you look good in red, wear something red.”

He laughs at the way your nose scrunches in disgust, adding that he’ll text you the club's address on his way to the bathroom. “Take an Uber there, I’ll drive you back after I clock out.”

“What if I want to leave early?”

Jay winks, sticking his head out from the bathroom door. “I told you, you’ll have a good time. I guarantee it.”

The drive takes no longer than 20 minutes to reach your destination, meeting up later once the huge line of party goers has mostly been let inside other than a few stragglers and underage hopefuls clutching fake IDs. As the Alpha promised, you're let in through the VIP entrance without a problem, mostly struggling to pass through the throng of dancing bodies as you search for the bar.

Bleached styled up hair catches your eye, working your way deeper through the crowd until you reach the bar out of breath and force your way into a small spot between a bachelorette party. “Jay!”

He’s moving fast, spinning clear bottles of liquid and slamming them down on the bar with a cocky grin. Pouring a round of shots and receiving applause from a group of musclehead Alphas at the other end. Turning right as you call for him, he glances around fast and lights up upon finding your head shoved forward, arm waving out for him.

“You made it!” The Alpha hops over excited, shooting finger guns at you. “Let me guess, drink of choice, vodka rocks?”

“Oh, I—I don’t drink!” You have to shout above the music and bustling crowd, motioning ‘no’.

“Aww come on! It’s on me!” Smacking his hands together, he strokes his chin and eyes over the selection of alcohol before him. “I got it!”

“Seriously, it’s okay! I really don’t like alcohol!”

Jay snickers, showing off a green glass bottle with Hangul scripture and what appears to be a peach. “This is one of my personal favorite concoctions.”

He turns to raid a small fridge under the bar, tugging out a can of peach Milkis soda and a small bottle of Yakult. “So good, you won’t even know you’re drinking 10%. Just trust me on this one, yeah?”

He slides the light pink drink toward you, encouraging you to try it. Tempting as the cute alcoholic beverage he’s whipped up is, you still hesitate. “I don’t knowww…”

“Booo, hurry up and drink loser!” One of the drunk bachelorette’s by your side interjects, blowing her tongue at you. “Before I get your ass kicked out of here!”

Frowning, you glare at Jay for convincing you to come out and be around the types of animalistic people that evidently hang out at his place of work. “Fine! But if I spit this out, I’m aiming for you!” 

The Alpha leans in closer, watching your eyes widen as the first drop meets your tongue and you eagerly take a large gulp. “Oh wow..”

“What did I tell you!” He laughs, scooping another cup of ice. “Drink up, you’ll have more fun the less comprehensible all of these people become.”

Unfortunately, Jay’s right, for the most part.

The drinks good, so good that by your third you’ve ended up near the end of the bar that’s sectioned off for employees to exit from, engulfed in a deep half slurred conversation with one of the security guys.

“So he’s your step-brother?” Soobin, that’s his name, asks with a confused scrunch between his eyebrows.

“No! He’s..” you frown, noisily sucking the last bits of your drink through a straw. “He’s just some guy!”

Jay smirks, tapping Soobin’s shoulder. “I’ll take it from here.”

“Good luck bro.” 

The Alpha scoots into the space by your side, nodding at your empty cup. “Told you that you’d like it.”

“It’s great.” You hiccup, shaking your head. “I usually hate alcohol.”

“What can I say? I have a knack for this.”

“You really do!” Sitting up, you grab onto his bare upper arm, squeezing around his bicep. “I was watching you work, you looked so sexy!”

The music cuts right as you finish, drawing the attention of many nearby in your direction, snickering and giggling. “Did I?” Jay turns, smoothly holding on to your hip. “You wore red.”

He makes zero effort to hide his lowering gaze, bottom lip tucked in as he hums and rubs up to your waist, finishing with a squeeze. “This is what you’ve been hiding under all that clothes you steal from Heeseung’s closet huh?”

“Ugh, don’t bring him up, please.” You whine, stirring the melting ice cubes in your cup. “I was just starting to forget about him..”

Jay sees his opportunity, inching in closer to whisper near your ear. “Are you trying to forget?”

“I don’t know..”

“I can help you.” He ducks in closer until the tip of his nose lightly brushes along your cheekbone, sleek gaze locking with yours. “If you wanna forget about him tonight, I’m more than willing to help you out..”

Licks of heat lash up your chest, struggling to swallow as you force yourself to get away from him. “I have to use the bathroom.”

He watches you scramble to get away, lucky that the VIP wristband around your wrist leads you to the empty bathrooms guarded by security, all of them directing you that way when you appear lost and mutter ‘restrooms?’. Jay takes time to follow after you, laying his head against the door as he waits and listens.

He’s no fool, knowing good and well that whatever this thing is between you and Heeseung isn’t normal despite the facade you both seem to maintain. Waiting a few more minutes, he raps at the door lightly, dragging his knuckles down before reaching for the handle to allow himself in.

“Jay? What the hell, did you follow me?”

“Well, yes.” He laughs, locking the door behind him. “Of course I did, you’re all buzzed and sad, that’s the worst combination. It’d be irresponsible of me to let you roam around this place alone looking all pretty and vulnerable.”

“I’m not that drunk..” you sigh, sitting on the bathroom countertop. “This club's real fancy.”

“That’s just ‘cause you’re in the VIP area dollface. It gets pretty nasty out there.”

“Oh right, that explains the empty bathroom that smells nothing like throw up and regret..”

Jay settles by your side again, bumping his shoulder against yours. “You know, running away from this Heeseung thing isn’t the way to get over him.”

Guffawing, you roll your eyes, nervously pushing your hair behind your ear. “There’s no Heeseung thing.”

“Yes there is. I wasn’t born yesterday. Not to mention, your scent sweetens up even more whenever I mention him.”

“Really?” You grunt, hitting your head back on the mirror. “You must think I’m pathetic after last night..”

“Oh, the whole touching yourself while he fucked other girls?” Jay cocks an eyebrow, moving to stand between your thighs. “Actually, I’ve been thinking about that..” 

His palms find your knees, thumbs stroking over the insides of your thighs. “I had an inkling you weren’t as innocent as you like to act. The whole crushing on your step-brother and sneaking into his bedroom—“

“I don’t have a crush on him!”

“Whatever, you wanna fuck him- or well, you want him to fuck you.” The Alpha grins knowingly, slowly inching up to the middle of your thigh. “You want him to fuck you so bad you’re even getting off to the thought of it. The smell of slick still on your fingers last night..”

“It’s not that, I just—“

“You wanna fuck him.”

“I..” you pause, distracted by the heat radiating from his skin, the way his fingers knead and dig into the meat of your thighs. “Maybe.”

Jay nods, stepping closer until his groin meets the ledge of the counter, focused on the tips of his fingers disappearing beneath your dress. “But you can’t, so you want to get over him, right?”

“I don’t know how..”

“You know, you can’t get over him,” the Alpha hums softly, hands fully hidden under the material of your dress, teasing at the straps of your panties. “Until you get under someone else.”

“God, you’re cheesy.”

Jays chuckles, snapping the material over your hips. “But am I wrong? You really want to continue moping around trying to avoid him for who knows how much longer, until you can afford to move?”

Throughout convincing you to give in and cave, he continues to play with the lacey material of your panties, easing down into a squat until his face is at level with your thighs. “Don’t forget, if you don’t have fun tonight I owe you coffee.” The Alpha winks, resting his cheek against your thigh.

“Is this your idea of fun?” 

“Do you wanna find out?”

Your Omega naturally screams, practically thrashes inside of you shouting at the top of her lungs YES, A THOUSAND TIMES YES; but your chest aches as you sink against the mirror and part your legs open to invite him in.

Jay was right about the drink, and he’s right about this. You can’t let whatever this is control your life, this obsession with Heeseung. Not after all these years you’ve spent trying to get over him, landing yourself in the beds of other Alphas.

“Show me.” 

The smile plastered on Jay’s face never seems to disappear, hiking your dress up to your waist to fully take in the seat of your underwear molded to your cunt. He sucks in a deep breath, slurping at the taste of sweetness filling the air this close to your heat. 

“I don’t know how he controls himself around you.” Jay says under his breath, too quiet for you to catch. Tucking his fingers inside the waistband of your underwear, he eases them down your hips slowly, gently peeling the fabric clinging to your middle away. His jaw parts open with each new reveal of skin, salivating by the time he coaxes your panties off and has the perfect close up view of your glistening wet folds. 

The Alpha stares right at your freshly exposed smooth cunt, shooting shivers through your limbs under his full attention, his gaze unwavering from where slick pours freely past your clenching hole. “Such a pretty pussy..”

“Jay..”

“Shh shh, I wanna eat you out, can I? Can I taste your sweet little cunt?” 

Blood rushes to your ears, feeling more desperate to give him whatever he wants. He seems hesitant to do anything more than stare until you whimper and nod, reaching to grip a chunk of his hair between your digits. “Please.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice sweetheart.” 

He surges forward, lips wrapping around your clit as his palm lays flat against your inner thigh to open you up more, his free hand sneaking below his chin to brush a thumb down the center of your folds. Thick slick trickles down to his wrist, tongue making quick movement to build up a frenzy of heat from between legs to your throat. 

Tracing his fingers through your swelling folds, his thumb taps at your entrance to draw more slick out, coercing it down past the dip between your ass. The Alphas tongue continuously laps at your bundle of nerves, wetly slipping around hitting each dip and crevice. He groans against your heat, stroking up and down, the bridge of his straight nose beaming at this angle, face buried between your legs. “Fuck, Jay..”

Grunting, he slaps under your thigh, scooping it up to push your leg higher and stretch your pussy lips open. “You always get this wet?” He says, pressing kisses up and down your parted folds. “Or am I just that good?” 

“Ugh, you’re so—ah, fuck!” A firm lick right over your swollen bud cuts you off, hips tilting up against the pressure seeking more. “Yes, yes, so wet.”

“Yeah,” Jay affirms confidently, dipping two digits near your entrance just to tease. “That’s it. That’s what I want.” 

He presses down slowly, fingertips applying pressure against your hole. “Bet it’s nice and tight.” Cursing, he gently eases in, instantaneously feeling the clamp of your cunt around his digits. “So tight and still you need something bigger..”

The Alphas lips find their way back to your clit, egged on by your fist pulling roughly at his hair. Two fingers begin to stroke inside of you following the pace of his tongue, licking pointed and hard at your stiffened bud.

Pressure builds and builds the further he reaches, fingers curling in deep applying a pressure inside that matches up with the same his tongue applies. Moans drip from your lips, struggling to not squirm down and rock your heat against his face until he’s unable to even breathe. “Alpha, I’m close—“

“Yeah? Fucking give it to me then.” Jay’s voice comes out rough, choking on the slick he laps up from his palm, tongue tracing around his digits stretching you open. “Let go for me baby.”

“Ah!” Ruining the Alphas styled hair, you pull his tendrils through your balled fist, legs shaking around him as pleasure courses through your limbs and Jay doesn’t let up on your clit, sucking your nerves until you shout and arch off the mirror; body shuddering as orgasm washes over you.

He doesn’t give you much time to savor the fervent sensation, fast to stand up and hoist your other thigh up for both of your feet to be set on the counter. Digits still buried inside as he leans in and captures your lips in a fierce kiss. “Can you squirt?”

Still too sensitive and disoriented, your head rolls, gasping for air. “What?”

“Doesn’t matter.” The Alpha presses under your navel, thumb swiping your bundles of nerves as he stays buried deep. “Gonna make you squirt, you’re so god damn swollen inside..”

“Alpha.. s’too—I can’t yet.”

He grunts, the tendons lining his forearm flexing with each thrust jamming through your heat, laying more pressure above your mound until you squirm and nearly lose your balance. “Can feel you squeezing around me..”

Jay lets out a string of curses, licking across your upper lip. “So deep, does it hurt, baby?”

“N-no, feel—“ it’s hard to explain anything the more your head spins, tummy tightening up, pussy clenched around his fingers. Everything feels too good, curled deep inside your soaked pussy. The sound emitting from between your legs has you turning away to hide your face, only for a growl to rumble up Jay’s chest as he presses in and licks up your cheek. 

“Feels good, yeah? You hear that?”

It’s loud, the gushing sound of your arousal flicked around inside, fingers firmly dragging through your heat. He knows you're almost there, still coming down from your previous orgasm as he beckons the next to appear. “Come on.” He fucks in harder, wet fingers thrusting in and out squelching embarrassingly loud through the room.

“Al-alpha!” His thumb slams down, applying harsh pressure to your swollen clit, rubbing wet circles along with his relentless fingers. 

“God, what a sensitive little pussy, can’t wait to fuck my cock nice and deep—“

“Ah, fuck!” 

A strong burst of fluid splashes out around his digits, the stream forceful enough to nearly push him out as he stops to watch your hole convulse around his digits. Easing himself free to watch another spray of clear liquid exit without his fingers to obstruct the power behind your squirt. “Fuck.” Jay licks at his lips, sucking saliva that's gathered around his tongue. “So fucking hot..”

He pats between your thighs, making your tired eyes flutter open and jump back to protect your over sensitive core; still trembling and jolting from the aftershocks as you reach down to push him away and cover yourself. 

The Alphas forehead wrinkles, reaching to unzip himself. “Think you can do it again?” He hisses, tapping the ball of his shoe on the puddle that’s formed on the floor underneath your. “Fuck.”

“I-I dunno..”

“I’ll take you home,” tugging himself free, he grips around the base of his length, teeth clenched together. “Just need a little preview..” his free hand traps your wrists, unveiling your cunt as he slams your hand against your stomach and strokes his shaft, stopping under the tip. “Just a little bit—“

Jay groans, neck dropping to one side as he runs the tip of his cock between your wet puffy folds. It’s not enough to satiate his Alpha, but it’s enough to quell the dire need to stuff you full to the brim, for now. 

“Unnghh..”

“You can take it.” He teases at your entrance, prodding in his slit coated with slick and precum to feel how hot and tight you actually are. “Already stretched you open and you still can’t fit me in there, fuck.”

Jay mocks you further by poking an inch in, eyes rolling shut at how tight you actually are, clamped firmly around him. “Need to fuck you, feel you cum around my cock.” Drawing back, he slaps his length down repeatedly, making your hips jerk up. “But not like this.”

It’s excruciating to tuck himself away, to fix your dress and somehow get to his car. The drive even more painful as you slink across the center and suck on his jawline, cupping and kneading his crotch.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me crash.” 

The Alphas back on you as soon as you enter the elevator, tongue sliding in past your lips to find yours, palms massaging up the backs of your thighs to cup and squeeze your ass. “You feel so fucking good.” As soon as you exit it’s even harder to open the door, refusing to unlatch for a minute to find his keycard, he pats around, lapping at the corners of your mouth.

One hard squeeze around his groin has him pulling away, eyes wrinkling shut as he nods rapidly and finally opens the door to shove you inside, going straight for his bedroom.

“Present.” 

Of course the Alpha expects you to be a little docile Omega, get down on your knees and shove your ass up in the air to expose both of your holes for him. Fingers snap you out of thought, stripping out of your dress before turning around to climb onto his bed.

Jay lets out a sound of approval, following you to run his nails down from your waist to right above the swell of your ass. “Down right pretty everywhere, what a tasty Omega you are.”

Sucking spit between his teeth, he works fast to remove his clothes and stand behind you, cupping your hips to shake your ass. He’d ask if you’re ready, if not for how painfully his balls throb, heavy with need and begging for release. “Go lower for me.” A weighty palm soothes down your spine, pushing at the center of your back. “Yeah, like that, so good for me. Listening so good.”

The Alphas length twitches, slit covered with a mess of precum. Keeping you held in position with his commanding hold, he wraps around his shaft, bouncing the weight of his girth to relieve some of the ache. He knows he has to go slow and not risk the chance of cumming too fast, wanting to draw this out as long as he can after waiting for so long tonight.

“Don’t wanna hurt you..” he murmurs, lining the tip of his size up with your hole. The same wide blunt pressure from earlier returning, stinging as he pushes in only an inch. “But I might.”

The Alpha rumbles behind you, increasing the pressure as his cock begins to glide in and really stretch you, nothing only two of his fingers could have properly prepared you for.

“Ah!”

“You’re opening up so good..” 

His flattery softens to blow of each new passing inch, flooding heat through your stomach and sparks of arousal. The sharp sting of the thick part of his girth breaching past your resistance lodges your breath, scrambling to grab onto some of his bedding as your eyes shoot open in shock.

Jay’s not just average big, he’s big. The thickness and how he stretches you wide feels new even. Sharp stinging sensation rushing tears to your eyes as you gasp and squeeze them shut.

“Feel so full don’t you?” He pants, slapping his palms down on your ass with a growl. “Too big for your innocent sweet ass.” He says between an exerted grunt, penetrating halfway before he draws out to the tip and gawks at the amount of slick that chases after him. “Fucking hell.”

The Alpha loses it from there, straddling the backs of your thighs with a fierce grip on your waist. Thick cock prodding at your opening once more before he fully presses against the tiny opening and thrusts in even deeper. “Fuck fuck!” 

“Alpha!” You scurry to gather the blanket under you, bundling it up under your throat to scream into. 

“Taking my cock so so so good.” Jay manages to keep you pinned down, beginning to push in past your resistance as your body relaxes and invites him in. He moves to grip the fold right under your lower back where your ass begins to curve, roughly sinking the tips of his fingers in. “You know why?” He says between licking saliva pooling at the corners of his lips. “Cause you’re made for this, just born to take cock.”

Hips press right up to your ass when he finishes speaking, finally burying every painful inch of his fat girth inside of you. The Alpha relishes in the tight heat, neck thrown back listening to the sobs you try to muffle, the wet trickle of slick bubbling out around his size. 

Heeseung really has no clue what he’s missing out on.

Jay thinks, rolling his hips in experimental thrusts, testing out just how far he can stretch your insides. The wet sound emitting between your connected lower halves only grows louder, digging your face deeper into his bedding to not shout out from the pleasure beginning to take over. “Fuck.” 

He leans over your back, sweaty chest heavily laid against your spine, brushing your hair to one side to belt your nape, fingertips tapping along the sides of your throat. “Are you forgetting yet?” He asks in a low rasp, snapping forward even harder, ass clapping back against his hip bones.

It’s torturous how slow he moves, angling his length to press against every side of your walls until you go lax beneath him and he’s able to pull out halfway without the vacuum seal of your cunt gripped around him. “That’s right, let go for me.”

He huffs, breathless and rough, throat tight with arousal. “Tell me how good it feels, how good my fucking cock feels inside this hot wet pussy.” 

Jay hums, rutting against your ass with more force, adding strength behind each slam of his hips. The motion has your knees spreading further along the bed, pushing your thighs into a near split as he keeps the back of your neck trapped in place and builds up to a brutal pace. “Are you listening?” He sneers, landing a weighted slap across your ass. “How’s it feel baby? Come on, I wanna hear it.”

Putting emphasis behind his words, he grinds in deep only for you to hear each wet gushing sound, just to hear how wet you are, how you can’t stop leaking around his size. 

“J-jay—Alpha!” It’s near impossible to brace yourself for the next thrust, landing belly flat on his bed with your eyes squeezed shut. “S’too big! You’re too big Alpha, p-please!”

“What are you even begging for?” He snarls, stradling your hips for better leverage to lean over and wrap your throat up in his biceps. “Please Alpha, please—“ he mocks, groaning against your ear. Falling into a faster speed, fucking you right into the bed, slamming the headboard loudly with each drop of his hips pummeling your ass.

“Please, your co-cock feels soo..” so deep, reaching your cervix, so full and gaped, so mind numbingly euphoric. Scratching at his sheets, your feet kick under unyielding weight crashing down. “So good!”

“I know,” he coo’s, arching your spine up to put you in a proper chokehold, biceps rippling around you. “Bet you can’t even take my knot.”

With his lips pressed to your ear, he smirks, coaxing your release as he sucks your earlobe, tongue flicking. “Will you cum for me? Cum for Alpha.”

Muscle tightens around your throat, choking any response you could give, tongue hanging out drooling onto the sheets, moaning and wailing. He grips your chin, twisting your neck to the side to lavv at your tongue, sucking at your bottom lip. “Cum for me, squeeze my cock baby.”

That’s enough to push you over once again, eyes rolling back leaving nothing but whites behind. Breath gets stuck in your chest, limbs fluttering out as heat boils over and spills down between your thighs, sucking around the length continuing to work in and out past your orgasm. The Alpha growls, pulling out to the tip and aiming to seethe his cock in to the brim, exerting extra effort to fill you up through your release. Slick spurts around his size, leaking down to the bed creating a large wet patch below your hips.

Jay’s thrusts turn sloppy, arms loosening around your neck. “So. Fucking. Tight.” With gritted teeth he pulls out, cock landing wet and hard against your lower back. “Came so much,” he mutters, swiping three fingers between your thighs to slap your ass with. Make you feel all the slick that hasn’t stopped dripping out. “Came so much for me.”

Pushing back he settles over your thighs, wet cock slotted between your buttcheeks as he begins to rut forward and slaps his palms down on your upper back. “G-gonna cum, mark you with my cum.”

Slick guides the way, freely rolling his hips back and forth watching his length glide between your ass. The sound of wet and fleshy meat bouncing shoots jolts of heat up your chest, biting down on the blanket to control your moans as Jay lets out a loud growl and ruts against your faster.

“Ah—s-shit!” He stammers, jerking forward and grabbing his cock roughly to smack down on the pert roundness of your ass. Screaming through clenched teeth as the first string of cum shoots out forcefully, quickly warming up your lower back with a pool of cum. 

Only ragged breath plays around the room after, squirming under him to move. The Alpha falls to your side, breathily mumbling curses and running a hand over his face. “Fuck, that was great.”

It was great, and yet your mind immediately races back to Heeseung. It would have been even better with him, more personal, more than just another one night stand..

Remorse quickly settles as soon as you hear Jay snoring, careful to remove yourself from his bed and tiptoe around to grab your items. The desperate need to shower and rid yourself of the Alphas scent and scrub his now drying cum has you sneaking out of his bedroom, clicking the door shut as quietly as possible. 

Quietly enough for Heeseung to miss his chance to hide, half struck by pain and anger where he stands; wet eyes catching you off guard when you turn toward the bathroom. 

“Hee?!”

Your voice pulls him out of the trance, blinking back tears and shaking his head. “Hee, when did you—“

He steps back when you move closer, walking fast to his room to shut the door in your face. “Hee, wait! It’s not—“ you start out of breath, shoving your way inside his room before he can shut the door. “It’s— why the fuck are you upset!”

Covering your mouth shocked by your explosive anger, you move away to apologize, continuing to cover your mouth. Why should you apologize? 

Heeseung turns, the wet tears rimming his eyes long gone, blinking furiously. “I leave you alone for one day and you go fuck Jay? Are you that easy?”

“What?!”

“I heard you!” He spits, trudging closer to pinch your dress. “What the fuck is this? Since when did you become such a slut?”

“Fuck you!” Anger boils over, sending you forward to push at his chest. “Don’t talk to me like that!”

“I’m talking to you the way you deserve! Letting some guy like Jay fuck you?!”

“He’s your friend! And he’s nice to me, and he wants to fuck me!” You have to bite down on your tongue to not add in ‘unlike you’, digging your fingers into his pecs. “Why do you care anyway, aren’t you busy fucking Hyungjin or whatever! Stay out of my business!”

“You are my business.” Heeseung grabs your hands, crushing your fingers tight enough to hurt. “Your mom didn’t send you to live here with me just so you can go act like some whore, fucking any Alpha that gives you the slightest bit of attention!”

“My mom likes Jay!” You snap back, hissing when he grips your hand harder. “Let go of me, you’re being an asshole!”

“I can’t believe you’d just—“ he speaks frantically, blinking away the sting returning to the backs of his eyes. “You’re too good for him, you should be with someone like,” he stutters, sighing. “Like—“

“What?! Like you!” 

Heeseung lets go of you to run his hands over his face, throwing his head back. “Yes! You should be with me! You should be with me.”

He repeats to make sure he actually said it, tongue burning as if he just dunked it in a bucket of acid. Saliva flees his throat when he needs it the most, taking a heavy gulp as he finds your confused stunned expression. “I mean, someone who cares about you.”

“You think I should be with someone like you?” You ask brazenly, invading his space, chest pressed just under his. “Someone who’s too cowardly to even own up to his feelings? Someone who can’t even look me in the eye and tell me that you like me?”

Heeseung’s lips twitch, fingers thrumming at his sides, balling in and out of stiff fists. He glares back at you, beginning to shake. “I take it back. You do deserve a fuck boy like Jay who won’t even care when you cry. Who will pick his friends over you, won’t even check on you when you get sick—“

“Fuck you Hee, stop using him as an excuse for why you haven’t ever done shit!”

“And what am I supposed to do?!” Heeseung towers over you, unknowingly directing you back to press against his bedroom wall. Anger seeps between his words, as he leans in and whispers. “You think you can just go fuck one of my friends and get your way?”

“No, I— you can’t do this! This is your fault!”

“Bullshit!” The Alphas deep rasp sends shivers up your spine. Unfamiliar with this side of him even after all these years. He’s never once used his Alpha voice on you, never had to, never felt the need to. It’s impossible to not cower away and hide your face, instinctive fear wobbles up to your mouth, sensing tears ready to escape.

“Fuck you.. you are the asshole.” You whimper, weakly pushing fist at his stomach for space. “It’s your fault for never..”

“Say it, come on.”

“No. You’re being mean.”

Heeseung scoffs, moving you away from the wall toward his bed and tapping your chin. “For never pissing off our parents and trying to fuck you myself? Is that what you want to hear? That I’m too much of a pussy to deal with the consequences if we got caught?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Yeah. We both know what this is about.” He sits down, nodding for you to sit on his lap just as you had the other day before Jay interrupted, stretching his neck to one side. “Come here.”

“It’s not Jay’s fault.” You murmur quietly, settling down to sit on his thighs. Immediately tempted to hide your face in the crook of his neck. “You left me, and—“

Heeseung shushes you, pushing the back of your head to encourage you to scent him. Calm floats around you the second your nose runs across his skin, taking in a soft inhale of the Alphas scent that clings to the back of your tongue, suffocating your tonsils with each breath. 

It’s fleeting for the Alpha, unconsciously burying his fingers deeper into your hair as the sound of your moans melded with Jay’s replay. It’s not until you squirm in discomfort that he stops and realizes, prying his grip away and clearing his throat. “Better?”

“I guess..” you sniffle, digging your palms against his shoulders. “Apologize for being mean to me.”

Heeseung sighs, biting at one side of his tongue annoyed. “You want me to apologize? Fine.” Wrapping around your waist, he moves to stand and turn around to lay you down beneath him, eyes bouncing across your confused pout. “I’m sorry.”

A small smile lifts the corner of his lip, reaching for the straps of your dress as he bends in closer to whisper. “I’m sorry that I didn’t fuck you sooner.”

He wastes no time to pull the material off your skin, pausing only to finally get a look at all of you, every inch of you. “I really- I should have fucked you before him.. can’t believe he got to see you like this.”

Heeseung tries to ignore how angry that makes him, knowing that Jay probably kissed and licked all over your beautiful body, dug his unworthy fingers into your flesh. He shakes the thought away, tossing the dress aside to run his hands down your thighs and roam lower. 

“Alpha.. I’m sorry, I wanted you..” 

He hisses, tickling down toward your core to spread apart the fleshy skin hiding your wet labia folds. “Yeah? You wanted me? How long?”

“Always, since before we even.. since before we even knew each other.” You hiccup, arching up slightly as his thumb grazes over your still sensitive nub. “Always wanted to be yours.”

“Me too.” Heeseung nods, licking his upper lip. “You’ve always been mine, whether or not I could do anything about it..”

“You can now..” you say shyly, angling your hips up to allow him a better view. 

“Did you let him eat your pretty pussy?” His throat tightens, thumb venturing lower between your chubbed folds, stopping right before your entrance. “Did he make you cum?”

“Yes Alpha..”

Heeseung considers how many times Jay could have made you reach release, tracing around your tight ring of muscle confidently, knowing he’ll make you cum more. He’ll make your legs shake, make you lose your mind, drag his tongue through every little crevice. He won’t stop until you have absolutely nothing left, even when you beg and cry; even when you try to get away and whimper that you can’t.

“Of course he did.” Licking at the backs of his teeth, he moves back to sit, nodding. “You want me, right?”

“Yes..”

“Show me then, show me that you’re a worthy Omega for me.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“You’re not that dumb pup,” biting down on his lip, he tickles up your thigh. “You came for Jay?” There’s irritation laced in his tone, tilting his head condescendingly. 

Heeseung’s clearly not going to make this easy, as if he’s so innocent. It’s with another tap against your hip that you sit up and return to sit on his lap, pouting when he cups your face and strokes your cheeks. “I don’t like being mean to you..”

That’s the thing, he’s never been anything more than perfect. That’s why this has always been an underlying fear, changing the dynamics of your relationship. “But I’m hurt..”

“I am too!” You sigh, slumping against him. “You didn’t have to fuck two girls right here where I could hear everything.”

The Alpha pushes your cheeks up, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “I’m sorry about that, and for snapping at you.”

Nodding, you ease around his shoulders, kissing up the column of his throat.

“..and you, are you sorry?” Heeseung whispers, not wanting to ask but sensing his annoyance heighten the longer you fail to grace him with a response.

“Well. No.” Sitting up, you shrug and knead his shoulders. “That was a dick move Hee!”

“You’re not sorry that you fucked my friend?!” The anger he’d been trying to control spills over, clutching your waist to keep you held in place. “You can’t be serious!”

“Don’t yell at me like that! I stand by my point. I can fuck whoever I want until you do something about it.”

Blood rushes to the Alphas ears, digging his nails into the flesh lining your waist. “Do something..” he repeats quietly, lip twitching. “I’ll do something.”

A deep roar passes from his chest, hoisting your ass down to rut your core along the large bulge formed between his hips. The friction makes you hiss initially, especially with how roughly he maneuvers you. “I know how Jay fucks, he’s not nice.” Heeseung sneers, circling your waist with one arm to capture your jaw, digits digging into your cheeks. “You let him knot you too?”

“N-no Alpha..”

He nods in approval, jackhammering up to crush your cunt against his covered groin, teeth grinding from the wetness seeping past the material of his pants. “Did he cum inside of you?” Heeseung asks in a serious low tone, chin tilted in, furious gaze concentrating to make sure you’re not lying.

“No, he didn’t! I swear.”

That seems to satisfy him, fingers patting your cheek as he controls your lower half and moves you back and forth by the waist, pants now soaked with your slick. “You’re just insatiable aren’t you? Dripping down my thighs like a slut.”

“Ugh—no, n-not a slut.”

Shaking his head and tightening his hold, he grins, tongue clicking. “Tskk, who do you think I am? I know you, rubbing your ass against me in your sleep. Crawling to my bed the last few weeks in nothing but a small pair of underwear. Leaving your sweet scent all over my clothes, you think I was born yesterday?”

“I didn’t.. on purpose..” Heeseung’s still too coherent, too in control for you to have this conversation properly. So what if you did all of those things, it’s not like he’s in the clear; not like you didn’t wake up multiple times with his morning wood jammed against your ass. “Hee, ugh, I c-can’t, hurts.. sensitive.”

“Yeah? Bet you are after taking that monster,” he mumbles, irritation spiking as he holds you closer to slap your ass. “Surprised you can even walk still.” 

Releasing your jaw, he wraps around your shoulders, lifting his ass off the bed to roll your cunt against his crotch, groaning and biting down on your collarbone. “Fuck, how are you so god damn wet.”

The sound of damp cloth floats up from under your heat, making a huge mess of his pants with each rough stroke against your swollen bud. “A-ah! I’m cum—“

Heeseung halts, biting down hard on the juncture between your neck and chest, stopping all movement before you can hit climax. “No you’re not. Not yet.”

He kisses you, stealing away the whine you’re ready to let out. Every ounce of calm and patience he’s been trying to keep up snaps, licking past the seam of your lip’s ferociously. It’s harder for you to not grind down, desperate to cum; not being able to has your Omega wailing. Clutching at his shoulders pilantly, caught off guard as he hoists you up and picks you up like nothing.

“Alpha!”

Large palms smooth up from your thighs to your ass, gripping and digging, adding a few slaps before setting your feet down and shoving your back to the wall. Heeseung snatches your lips again, taking full control of the kiss, savoring every new taste he finds licking through your mouth. Teeth clink together the sloppier it gets, drool passing down your chins, scrambling to remove his ruined pants until he swats your hands away and shakes his head, biting down on your lip. Teeth burying into the plush soft meat, hands roaming your body to feel up all your curves, spending extra time squishing your breasts as he teases your hungry tongue. 

Fingers tickle down between your thighs, sucking on your tongue one last time before lowering onto his knees.

“Hee..”

“Need a taste.” He says roughly, palms wrapping around your legs to manhandle your thighs open. Sweet stickiness sticks to the rough of his mouth, salivating as he leans in and takes a deep breath. “So good puppy, always knew you’d smell so fucking good..”

A primal urge to mark up your thighs has him surging forward with an open mouth, lapping up the trickling mess of slick rivering free from your cunt. He growls, head shaking as soon as he latches onto the soft meaty flesh, teeth digging in enough to make you back arch, steal your breath. Slick drips faster, landing on his nose and chin the more he works to suck on the skin lining your inner thighs, nipping and taking bites just to feel your hips jerk out of fear. Fear that he’ll leave a mark that can last more than just a few weeks, fear that you’d let him..

Wet lips pop off only to take a deep breath before going back in, clenching your thighs around his face instinctively. Heeseung growls, slapping your hip and jerkily hauling your leg over his shoulder. “Get on me.”

“What?!”

“I said- get on me.” He commands, reaching to grasp your other thigh. 

“No! You’ll drop me!”

The Alpha glares up between your legs, slapping your ass, taking matters into his own hands, literally. Fighting your resistance, he gets your thigh up on his shoulder, pressing your back against the wall harder. “Fuck, Hee!”

Without wasting another second he leans forward, tongue immediately burying in past your thick labia folds; aiming straight for your hole. 

“Oh my God!” You stammer, reaching around you to grab onto something, more vulnerable and helpless in this position. Even with your back slipping up and down the wall you feel out of control, legs tightening like a vine around his shoulders. 

Heeseung groans, wiggling past your muscle, slick covering the entirety of his face as his nose lodges up against your clit and he shakes ferociously. Worse than a starved dog, tongue lapping up the wetness coating your walls, sucking every drip down the back of his throat.

“Fuck, you taste too good.” He says out of breath, diving in for more. His tongue lavvs between your folds, cleaning up any of the slick that's gathered there. Slapping the sides of your thighs roughly, he groans and wraps around your bundle of nerves. Shoulders flexed to push you up higher and bounce your cunt against his face.

“Alpha! No no!”

With digits dug into your thighs he rocks your lower half down, leaving you no choice but to ride his tongue. Chest pumping up and down as you reach to pull on his hair and fear gets replaced with pleasure. His teeth graze your clit, tongue stiffened as he points the tip roughly to swipe your nerves side to side, melting your mind with jolts of numbness. “Ah, fuck!”

Gasping for breath he drops one of your legs, scooting closer on his knees to hold open your pussy lips and lick a fat stripe from your entrance to your clit over and over again until you pull at his scalp. “If—if you k-keep doing that—“

“Cum on my tongue,” he tuts, slapping your thigh again. “Cum down my fucking throat.”

“Shitshitshit—“ breaking into a scream, your fingers bury through his thick head of hair. Head shaking against the wall, brain failing the function when the Alphas tongue thrusts back inside of your heat. Wiggling his way back in as he reaches around to cup your ass, molding the fleshy meat between his fingers and shoving you forward to roll down on his tongue again. 

“Oh fuck, Alpha—your tongues so,” shouting, you kick, foot slamming down on the floor. Hips gyrating against the weight of his wet tongue jamming in and out. “So deep, so deep inside!”

Heeseung grunts, pulling out to spit and lap your slick together creating a sloppy mess between your folds, tugging the sensitive flesh between his lips to suck on. The firm hold on your ass unrelenting even as he circles your clit again. More aggressive with his tongue; flicking up and down, rubbing back and forth. Jaw open wide to draw the entirety of your cunt inside of his mouth and suck harshly. He takes a long winded deep breath, returning to your hole to circle around; still sensitive and aching from being fucked so roughly, tongue rolling against the impending pulse of your release. 

“Give me all that cum.” He growls, mouth wide as he buries back in and groans when your walls begin to pulse speedily around his tongue. The heat and slick flowing out filling his mouth and nose until he gags and has to pull out to breathe. Panting heavily, he pats your ass, forehead rolling against your hip. “That’s my good puppy.”

He spews a string of curses, wiping at the slick that's poured down his throat. Dragging wet fingers to his lips to suck on slowly, peering up at you on his knees akin to a bloodthirsty hound.

“Oh my God..” rubbing your thighs together, you squeeze tight to ignore the tremor that runs up from your toes. Shaking your head in disbelief as the Alpha stands up and smears the spit off his fingers across your parted lips. He grabs your waist, pulling you close for a kiss, swapping the spit blended slick with your tongue. 

Heeseung licks all over your mouth, lapping down your chin fervently, licking up your jaw to your ear. 

“Come here,” tugging your arms, he throws you back onto his bed, mounting the backs of your thighs before you can turn. Groping your ass as he adjusts you until your hips and stomach are laid on his thighs. Locked in place with an elbow set on your lower back. “Are you sorry now?”

“Huh?”

“Wrong answer.” The first land of his palm striking your ass has you jumping up, chest rising from the bed with a gasp.

“Hee?! What the fuck!”

“Shut up, don’t talk back to me like that.” Another slap hurdles down, clapping your tender skin roughly, repeating his question with another pinching slap. “I said- are you sorry now?”

“No!” Preparing yourself for the next hit, you clench your eyes shut, knees locked together. It never comes, opting to fist your hair and pull your neck back instead, leaning in to blow on your wet cheek. 

“Not only a slut but a damn brat too?” He says in a deep rasp, flipping you down onto your back fast. The Alpha makes a quick movement, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder just before a loud smack resounds between your thighs, thrashing your hips upward as you begin to whimper and plead. 

“No no!”

“This is what slutty disobedient brats deserve.” He grunts, repeating the motion, landing slap after slap between your thighs where you’re most sensitive. “Bet you could cum from this alone, look at this nasty pool of slick.” Using the leg on his shoulder, he lifts your ass up midair. Slapping your butt tauntingly, gaze burning over your core up close. “Fuck, you’re dripping.”

“Hee, Alpha please, please!” Throbbing pain shoots up your core. It’s all too much and yet not enough, more aroused than you’ve been all night. He sucks in a deep breath, entranced by your hole pulsing open, begging to be filled and fucked. “Want you! Want you! You, only you!” 

Heeseung growls, bending closer to press a gentle kiss on your abused clit. “And?”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, okay?! Please!”

He smiles proudly, appeased enough to stop torturing you, for now. “That wasn’t hard, was it.” Finally peeling off his clothes, the Alpha pulls your knees to the edge of the bed, eyes stuck on your exasperated expression. 

“Should I.. present?”

“No, stay just like this.”

“Oh..”

“I wanna see you, want everything.” Gripping the base of his length, he lays the shaft between your slit. Chest heaving up and down as he positions your thighs around his hips and takes time to run his palms up and down, testing out how every piece of smooth flesh and dip feels. “You’re perfect, perfect for me.”

“Fuck, Hee, don’t..”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” He says firmly, gripping your chin to look at him. “Keep those pretty eyes on me, want you to watch everything too.”

You’re more beautiful than he could've imagined under him, cock twitching as he takes in your blown out gaze, plump kiss bitten lips. “Want you to be mine finally, only mine.”

Breathlessly you nod, licking and sucking at his thumb pressing down on your bottom lip. “Make me yours, wanna be yours. I’ll be good for you Alpha.”

Heeseung gulps, swallowing the thick humid air carrying nothing but your sweet sweet aroused scent, already addicted to the taste. Licking at the corners of his mouth hungrily wishing for another taste until his cock jerks and breaks his suptor. “Good for me.” He repeats, hazy and drunk off the heat radiating from your skin. “Good for your Alpha.”

Gripping his heavy length, he strokes, thumbing at the swollen head with a hiss. The tip runs down between your folds, an eager moan sounding below as his dick parts open the swollen flesh surrounding your entrance.

If Jay was too big, Heeseung’s bulbous tip has your waist arching up in a panic, biting down on your lip nervously the more he teasingly pushes in only to feel the snap of your cunt around his cockhead. “So wet for me, get wet just like this for me?”

“Uh-huh” you nod lazily, more focused on controlling your breath and bracing yourself for the first inch.

“Why do you look so nervous, pup?” He coo’s, eyebrows furrowing. “Need cock in you that bad huh? Doesn’t even matter who it is.”

“N-no Alpha, only yours!”

A rumble rises up his throat, his Alpha shouting that you’re lying. You’ll take anyone's cock like a whore. He’ll fix that, make sure you listen well. “Yeah?”

“Yes! Want your cock! Please Hee.”

Kissing the backs of his teeth he nods, wanting to take it slow, let every inch passing through wash over him; but that’s not what you deserve. One second you’re empty, dreading and anticipating the painful stretch, stuffed to the brim before you can even take your next breath.

“Ah!”

Even with how wet you are it’s a struggle to accommodate his size, fists balling up and slamming down on the bed with trembling lips. The forceful thrust he nails you with has your back sliding up the blanket making Heeseung mount the bed on his knees for better control. It aches, burns, feels so good all at once, skyrocketing your senses into a chaotic frenzy.

“Fucking perfect.” He grunts above you, jaw hung loose in awe gazing at skin covering your mound throb over the sheer size of his cock filling you so wide and deep. He only takes a minute to admire the sight of his girth pushing your skin, lacking the willpower to stop himself from sliding in and out of your sopping wet cunt. As much as your walls squeeze around his size, and your inner muscles move against him; body begging for more and less creating new waves of friction around him, he can’t stop himself from seeking for more.

Skin slapping and splashing wet squelches resound, echoing louder than your pathetic moans and whimpers. “Wanted my cock?” Heeseung growls, pushing your thighs up to pretzel you in, leaving your feet dangling in the air with each ram of his hips. 

“Yesyes!” You gurgle, drooling and grasping at anything your fingers can latch onto. “So good, feel so good touching you.”

Heeseung huffs loudly, astonished by how high he feels. How blazed and dizzy he’s becomes from your scent, fucking you harder to chase after more. Taunted by the thought that your release can only taste much sweeter when it’s thanks to his cock stuffing you full.

All you can do is cry, biting down on your own hand to stop a scream from ripping your vocal chords. The Alpha seems determined to carve a space out for his cock and his cock alone, driving inside deep with each pointed thrust. The commotion in your stomach builds and builds, stirred manically by each plunging thrust pounded into you. Slick gushes and pulses out around him, struggling for a second to move from how tight you grip around him.

“Holy shit, you came.” That only seems to make Heeseung want to fuck you more, break you down to nothing, make you useless for any other cock. His thrusts don’t cease, only picking up pace and crushing your limbs more until you’re completely limp and folded making it all too easy to glide in and out of your wetness.

Crying out from the overstimulation, you tremble, whimpering and weakly slapping at the bed.

“You’re leaking so much, such a good Omega.” He says in shock, an absurd amount of slick making each glide of his length even sloppier. Dripping out, smeared all over the backs of your thighs and ass.

Heeseung’s still so hard, you can’t imagine he’ll stop anytime soon. Obsessed with the way you tremble and gaze up drunkenly, tongue hung out just begging to have your mouth stuffed with cock. “Fuck, I lo—“

Choking on a sob he tucks his lips in to stop, nearly losing his mind as his balls pulse and he retracts the three words that nearly escaped him. Knowing he’s close and not ready to let go of your sweet cunt, he trembles and falls into an inhumane pace. “Cum for me again, let me feel that pussy suck around me one more time, puppy.”

The term of endearment makes your chest cave, eyes ablaze at his request, unable to even mumble that you can’t anymore. Too strung out and emptied after so many times, you’d swear you were in heat if not. 

“You can,” Heeseung murmurs, sneaking a hand between your bodies to press down on your clit. 

“Hee!” Tears pour down your cheeks heavily, salty and warm as they slip in past your lips. Cunt fucked raw and sore, leaving you with zero energy to do or say more other than let out wet sobs. 

Pinching your bundle of nerves just right, he somehow coaxes another weak orgasm out of you, legs gone stiff as the rush of pleasure rips away the last of your coherency, brain dead of thought beyond cum and the earthy scent that’s taken over your mind.

“G-gonna knot you,” he chokes, the base of his cock already beginning to expand. “W-wanna see you—fall apart on my knot. Take all of it.”

“Alpha!” You shriek, scrambling to grab onto his arms, head tossed back as his knot begins to push in and stretch you out more than you thought was possible. “Ah—fuck, please! S’too much, too much for me!”

Heeseung tuts, hoisting your knees onto the crook of his arms, angling your hips up to penetrate deeper. “Take it, take it,” he spits, eyes stuck on your hole fighting against the stretch. “Fuck, you’re so good. Taking all of it.”

“Hee—“ wheezing, you come to a still, letting out a silent cry as hot water pours down from your head to your toes. Eyes rolled back lost in another world, the fullness pushing your body over the edge, hitting a new level of pleasure. “S’so full.”

Twisting your head side to side in a daze, you can’t believe how deep and full he feels, pushing your walls apart. Slick rains down past your ass, dripping down Heeseung’s thighs making a mess of his sack. “Fuckfuckfuck, gonna fill you up, fuck you full of cum.”

Warmth pools in your stomach, the tip of his length kissing your cervix, painting your insides with milky streams. It’s too much to keep inside, unable to leak at all with how fat the Alphas knot is, making your cunt burn and ache. Forming a protruding bulge under your navel, cum fills up the area, making your toes curl as you reach down and poke at it. 

“Always wanted to do that.” Heeseung pants, collapsing forward to kiss you, knot pulling at your sore hole. He soothes the ache away with gentle pecks, cleaning the stains of tears away from your cheeks. “Give me like ten minutes for it to go down..”

Sniffling, you nod and let him trail kisses over every inch of your face, basking in the Alphas comforting attention and warm hands tracing up your back.

It takes longer for his knot to go down, not wanting to pull out yet. The longer you lay in exhausted silence, the more his mind clears, softly kissing to ease the burn as he slides out.

“Are you still mad at me?” Heeseung mumbles, littering kisses down your chewed up neck. 

Sighing, you relax in his hold and snort. “Fuck me like that again and I’ll consider pretending we didn’t have to go through this to get here.”

“Yeah?” He grins, nipping at your jaw. “Ready?”

“Not right now you animal!” The Alpha laughs, throwing in an exaggerated snarl before mouthing at your throat again. 

Clapping startles both of you, sitting up to find Jay leaned against the doorframe. “How predictable.”

“Get out of here.” Heeseung sits up more, baring his teeth. 

“Pftt, you should be thanking me!” He struts in, crossing his arms. “If it wasn’t for me you two would still be pussyfooting around playing this woe is me shit for the next month.”

Heeseung chucks a pillow at him, snapping his fingers. “Get the hell out of my room.”

“Ungrateful,” the other Alpha says, clicking his tongue. “I expect some type of gratitude! More than just a thank you card!” Pausing at the door, he winks at you. “Hey, if this doesn’t work out—“

“Out!”

“Alright alright!”

Heeseung apologizes, pulling you to his chest, muscles relaxing as he takes a deep breath of your scent. “Sorry about him.”

“He’s not that bad.”

“Hey hey now,” the Alpha says in warning, chest rumbling, swatting your butt. “Don’t forget what I said.”

“And why should I listen to you?”

“Because,” he moves back to pinch your chin, nose grazing yours. “You’re mine.”

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🗗 UNLIKELIHOOD | p. sunghoon

n. the state or fact of not being likely to happen, be done, or be true.

PRECIS. the chances of you confessing to your crush sums to zero when you realise you have to pretend to have a crush on sunghoon, just to help your friend hide her feelings for the ice prince.

or, alternatively, in which you borrow an eraser from your friend, yi kyeong, which has sunghoon's name written on it. so, when the mentioned boy sees it, you have no other choice but to lie that you have a crush on him to avoid disclosing your friend's secret.

GENRE. humour, fluff, angst if you squint hard enough, coming of age, setter!sunghoon pls im on my knees

WARNINGS. profanities, food mentions, crying, dumb jokes, kys and kms jokes at times. sungchan cameo yayaya it was originally sunoo but that made things a tad bit harder. more or less an inner monologue.

NOTE. i said i won't be writing but here we are. this is very very slightly inspired by kieta hatsukoi. this, in no way, is supposed to disrespect the manga plot in anyway. i'm aware that it's a bl manga + show, i respect that. i wanted to write something with the plot and i know i could've made this a bl fic but first, i'm simply not comfortable with romantic portrayals of idol x idol ships and second, i'm not experienced with writing x male reader fics and i don't want to get anything wrong. besides, nothing really is same except the eraser and name incident. on another note, the pronouns for reader used here are they / them to make this more inclusive so you can imagine it whichever way you wish. send an ask / comment to join the taglist. happy reading. playlist

CHAPTERS | PROLOGUE

❝ on a scale of zero to ten, what is the unlikelihood of— ❞

،، one. creating a problem for yourself ،، two. failing at solving the problem ،، three. miscommunicate and worsen the problem ،، four. almost solving the problem ،، five. creating another problem

series taglist. [ open ] @fairybangtan @tobiosbbyghorl @gsknikki @marievllr-abg @staymiracle @iamsimplyasimp @cyuuupid @love-4-keum @softforqiankun @hobistigma @diestheticu @ihugchae @maiverie @makiswrld @maemarahuya @vantxx95 @hazalnut @abdiitcryy @happyyyandcrazyyy @my5colors

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in my head - yjw

; pairing - jungwon x fem!reader

; synopsis - you’ve hated jungwon ever since you two met on the train to hogwarts back in first year; he’s self-centered, lazy, and always coming out for you. now in your seventh year, you’ve been named head girl (woohoo!). unfortunately, the head boy position was given to the one and only yang jungwon (boohoo…). with no other choice, you’re forced to face the annoyingly attractive boy and work with him for the rest of the year - if you can even last that long.

; tags - fluff, angst, crack, ravenclaw! headboy!jungwon, slytherin! headgirl!reader, rivals to lovers, enemies to lovers, hogwarts au (with a modern twist), bc they have tablets and stuff

; warnings - a little bit of swearing, a lot of hostility between yn and jw, lmk if i missed anything!

; wc - 12.9k words (umm.... have fun!)

teaser

everyone’s eyes are on you as you stand up at the front of the great hall while the headmaster - professor bang si hyuk - introduces you as this year’s head girl. looking at all the students staring back up at you, you almost feel proud of yourself (keyword: almost). 

you’d think someone would be overjoyed at being acknowledged and recognised enough to have been given such a high position, but you aren’t. 

instead, you’re silently fuming, just barely keeping your temper in check as you plaster a fake smile on your face. your eye twitches as you hear a low chuckle from-

“the head boy, yang jungwon!” the headmaster announces. cheers erupt from around the room, all clapping for their new heads. 

“i can feel the waves of anger practically radiating off of you,” he murmured quietly.

yang jungwon. 

the boy you despised so much. 

listen, you don’t really hate anyone, but you’re pretty sure that what you feel towards the boy you called ‘yang’ is close enough.

in all your six years at hogwarts, you two have constantly been at each other’s throats. arguments often broke out between you in corridors; fights wherein one would end up stupefied or thrown against the wall; even little sabotages against each other that were subtle enough that teachers could pass off as an accident or your own fault rather than the other’s. 

for example, back in third year, yang had tripped you on your way into the great hall after everyone got off the hogwarts express. you had flashed everyone behind you and scraped your knee when you landed on the ground.

although no one saw him do it, you immediately knew who the culprit was, especially when he smirked down at you over his shoulder as he walked ahead. oh how badly you wanted to slap that smile off his face in the moment.

you retaliated the next week by mixing his white laundry with red clothes, so he was forced to attend his classes with pink uniform until he got new shirts. nothing satisfied you more than the glares he sent your way throughout the first day of his pink week, you could feel him boring holes into the back of your head even when you weren’t looking.

making your way back to the slytherin table, you thought back to when you got that fateful letter a few weeks back.

you slid the window open after spotting an owl from afar flying towards your house.

the bird flew in gracefully, and dropped your letter from hogwarts on the kitchen island counter, accepting the treats offered from your hand.

“y/n, please. close the window, would you? it’s so windy outside - it’s blowing away my papers!” your mother scolded from her seat at the table.

“sorry, my bad! i just got my grades.”

“ah really? let’s see it then.”

you scanned the letter, satisfied to see an O on all your subjects. although they weren’t your final NEWTS grades, they were an indication of how you did throughout sixth year according to teachers’ assessments. 

you’d been nervous at seeing anything below an O, but your friends had told you not to worry all summer.

“you’ve never dropped from the top rank in our year ever since first year, why would you now?”

“hiyyih, it’s only because of how much i’ve studied, but what if the expectations this year are higher? what if it’s not enough? what if i spent too many free periods sitting with you guys by the lake instead of-“

“be for real, you only did that twice! you’re the only person who’s actually spent their free periods studying,” rei said.

“well that’s what they’re supposed to be used for!”

“who actually does that! besides you, of course.”

“rei’s right, even yang jungwon often spends his frees with his friends.”

“that’s why he’s number 2,” you roll your eyes. “maybe if he studied during his frees, he’d finally get that number 1 spot he's been telling me he'd get for years.”

“it’s the fact he doesn’t have to study as hard to easily get second top student in our year. besides, weren’t you just worrying about not being first this time ‘round?”

that set you off into another episode of wailing and worrying about your results.

reading the letter, your eyes zeroed in on a shiny gold badge attached to the bottom.

  dear kim y/n,  we are pleased to inform you that you have been chosen as head girl for this upcoming academic year. you will be working alongside the head boy, yang jungwon, and all prefects across the four houses. you and the head boy’s duties will be relayed to you after the sorting ceremony. congratulations once again, you are well deserving of the title. sincerely, headmaster bang si hyuk

you still remember your mother questioning you after watching your figure suddenly go from jumping around the kitchen all giddy, to sulkily dragging your feet to the table.

of course, you were honoured to be picked, but did they really have to choose your enemy as your partner? i mean, the whole school knows about your rivalry, and you guys have been told off countless times by teachers! so was this really a smart idea?

when the ceremony ended, one of the professors led you and yang to the head dormitories.

(a “benefit” of being one of the heads was getting your own room, separate from your own house dorms. but you’d still be sharing the common room with yang, so that wasn’t exactly the biggest plus in your books.)

“as you can see, you will have separate private rooms, each with their own bathroom,” the professor pointed at the doors on opposite sides of the common room.

“but you two will share this living space. there’s a little library in the corner as well. 

“now for rules..." he started listing a bunch of obvious rules - like what's allowed in the head dorms and what isn't, when you can bring your friends, etc.

“and last but not least, you aren’t allowed in each other’s private quarters,” he paused before glancing at both students. “although, i don’t think that’ll be a problem.” 

he’s right there, you thought bitterly.

the idea of even sharing the common room with the boy irked you, let alone entering his own room. you could only imagine all the stupid tricks he was planning on you right now - but you were doing the same.

after the whole ordeal, the professor finally left you two alone, but not before telling you that you should start planning out the prefects’ patrolling schedules so that you could meet up with them as soon as possible.

you and yang stared at each other for a moment, apprehension hanging in the air. this is the first time you two have directly looked each other in the eye tonight.

“so… i guess we should get to sorting out those schedules,” he breaks the silence, gesturing to the scroll of names in your hands, which the professor had left with you.

nodding, you followed him to the large table in the middle of the room, where you’d hold a meeting with the prefects tomorrow morning.

“here’s the list of all the prefects, plus their student ID numbers.”

“okay, we can use those to add them all into a group chat on hog-messages and inform them of the meeting tomorrow.”

one of the newer developments at hogwarts in recent years was the addition of electronic tablets given to every student, so they’d be able to communicate faster with each other. it had an app programmed within it called ‘hog-messages’ where students could message each other or their teachers, and create group chats, all activity being monitored by staff.

the tablets also allowed the students to be able to write notes down on it, but most teachers often preferred all homework to be written on paper scrolls anyway. 

all this was provided by yang enterprises.

yup. yang was the son of the wizard who introduced muggle electronic devices into the wizarding world, instantly boosting their family into riches and success.

the world was given to him on a silver platter, so he’s always had it easy. and unfortunately for you, the boy not only grew up snobby and privileged, but was smart too. 

coming from the muggle world, you entered the wizarding world with an open mind. despite this, you hated the ravenclaw almost as soon as you met him. 

his ego was high up through the roof way before he’d even been placed in the house, and he emanated a strong intimidating aura. as soon as yang saw you on that hogwarts train, he turned his nose up at you like you were dirt before you’d even spoken a word to each other.

nonetheless, you managed to work out a schedule together smoothly. but the lack of clashing heads for once put you on edge, you felt like something was just wrong.

“alright, i’ve sent a message to the group,” he said, staring at his screen.

“okay…” you trailed off, unsure what to say. “um, let’s be civil this year, yang,” you say instead, putting a hand out.

the boy looked up at you, before glancing down at your hand then laughed in disbelief. as if you had said you were going to run 100 laps around the castle.

“duh, i knew that when i got the letter. that doesn’t need to be said. are you an idiot?”

now it was you who stared at him in disbelief. there’s the yang you know.

lowering your hand, you scoffed and stormed into your room, which was luckily closer so you didn't have to spend another second looking at his pretty face.

you should have known nothing would ever change. you can’t believe you almost thought that yang had changed. of course he’d never grow up, maybe he was just made this way. 

on the other hand, the return of his ugly personality brought you some comfort. it was just something you were more familiar with. you weren’t used to the driven and focused attitude he had on earlier when sorting out the schedule, and you’d prefer to keep it that way. 

unpacking your bags and showering before changing into pajamas, you set an alarm for 6:30am, so you’d have time for the meeting at 7:30 and can end it before classes began at 8. you went to bed feeling prepared for tomorrow.

the next morning however, you woke up late. 

the sunlight seeped in through the curtains, and after a moment, you checked your phone for the time.

8:34am

crap.

you practically jumped out of bed and began to frantically get ready, pulling on the first shirt and skirt you could grab from your closet.

why hadn’t your alarm woken you up? you set the alarm two hours earlier. had you accidentally typed 630 into the calculator app instead from a tiring day?

however, when you check your alarm clock, you saw that it had been turned off. although, you clearly remember pressing save and checking that it was on before tucking yourself into bed.

you pause as you brush your hair, your thoughts coming to a stop.

it was yang, you realised. 

is this his idea of civil? you wonder what he's on as you slip on your uniform in panic. 

quickly brushing your teeth, you put on your tie as you ran out the room, a chill hits you when you remembered the prefects’ meeting you were supposed to have this morning.

oh my god, they probably think i'm an irresponsible head girl. there’s no doubt the bad impression being late on your first day as head girl would leave on not only the students, but the teachers as well. 

will they revoke your position? will they give the badge to another, more responsible girl? who preferably doesn’t have beef with the head boy? 

you cringed at the thought you might be punished because of something entirely yang’s fault, and he’d get away with it. as he always does. 

you ran down the moving stairs, almost slipping off the edge when it suddenly changed paths, towards your first class as you cursed out the head boy in your mind. 

but soon enough, nervousness took over as you neared the classroom.

there was only about 15 minutes left of the period, so was it even worth it to go? and besides, yang was in this class too. you’d hate to see the gloating smirk on his face when you enter and get scolded by the professor.

before you could decide however, the door opened, revealing the very boy you’d been planning revenge on all morning.

yang didn’t look surprised to see you there, evident by the grin on his face.

he faked a shocked tone though, when he announced your presence to the professor (and the whole class).

it goes without saying that you definitely had a bad morning, being held back in class for another half hour to make up for what you missed that morning. 

thankfully, you had a free period next, so you weren’t missing your next class this time.

although you hated yang jungwon with every fibre of your being, you weren’t a snitch. you wouldn’t dare expose him - mostly because it would be useless. who would really believe you, when you were already messing up so early in the year? and certainly not when it accused the school’s beloved heartthrob. 

so you took your punishment on without a complaint, pointedly ignoring yang the rest of the day, who didn’t even try to hide his smile.

you sighed as you made notes on griffin claw substitutes, all alone in the potions classroom.

september and october rolled by; even though you and yang continued your little pranks and tricks on each other, you guys managed your head duties just fine. he did his work and never slacked, so you were satisfied.

you had gotten your revenge on yang by charming his wand to vibrate uncontrollably two days later. you remember barely being able to hold in your laugh as you watched him struggle to conjure a flock of birds, an explosion of feathers popping from the tip instead.

from what you heard, he also struggled in his other classes you didn’t share, which delighted you to no end. 

“what are you skipping around all giddy about?” hiyyih asked you sceptically.

“just that yang seems to be struggling in herbology class, according to jang wonyoung.”

“what did you do?” rei eyed suspiciously.

“how could you accuse me of doing something?” you gasped.

“it’s pretty obvious - head boy and student #2 wouldn’t just struggle in a class he’s always done well in,” minji shrugged.

you rolled your eyes at your friends, but then smiled cheekily when you admitted how you’d snuck into his room that morning and cast a charm on his wand with a spell that would only stop after twenty-four hours.

“okay, that’s pretty funny. i’m gonna have to ask wony about it later,” rei laughed. 

your phone buzzed, and upon checking it, you were surprised to see a text from the one and only yang jungwon.

Hog-Messages YANG JUNGWON (ID: 78395) professor kim wants to see us

“speak of the devil,” you tell your friends and show them your screen. 

you watched as the three glanced at each other, equally surprised.

“wow, a text! from yang jungwon! and it’s not some evil curse or cryptic message!” hiyyih remarked, which you nodded to in agreement. 

rei laughed. “you guys act like he’s incapable of simple communication; he’s just relaying a message.”

“sometimes rei, i think he is,” you joked.

YANG JUNGWON ID: 78395 professor kim wants to see us

KIM Y/N ID: 78384 when?

YANG JUNGWON ID: 78395 after classes today at his office

KIM Y/N ID: 78384 ofc it’s at his office, you think he’d want to meet us in the restrooms?

YANG JUNGWON ID: 78395 i hope u fall off your broom on the pitch also come un-charm my wand or something right now.

KIM Y/N ID: 78384 can’t 🤷‍♀️  sux 2 b u

"honestly, if i didn't know better, i'd think you two had a hate-love relationship," minji teased.

"ew, anything above dislike is something i will never feel for yang jungwon," you scrunched your nose in distaste. how could minji even think something like that?

"whatever," she snickered.

arriving in front of the professor’s office door, you opened it to find jungwon already inside and seated on one of the chairs opposite the teacher’s desk. you bowed in greeting before taking the other empty seat.

“so,” professor kim started. “we need to talk about your behaviour as the head students.”

you gulped. had you done something wrong? were those threats to revoke your position on the first day real? 

looking over at your co-partner, his face was unreadable, as always. he looked perfectly calm, which infuriated you.

“as head boy and girl, you two are setting the standard for the rest of the school. you guys are supposed to be role models. but i’m sure you already know this.” professor kim paused and looked at both of you intently before continuing.

“so why is it i’m finding out that you two have not been doing your patrols together?”

oh. so that’s what this is about.

you and yang had completed one patrol session together on the first week of school, and it’s safe to say that it was… horrific. without going into too much detail, you guys had practically argued the whole two hours that night; although it was unlikely, if there were any couples making out or young students causing trouble, they probably heard you two from a mile away and hid before they were caught.

at the end of the night, you both agreed that you’d just swap your schedules and patrol with other prefects - possibly the only thing you two had ever agreed on.

“we weren’t aware that we had to patrol together,” you replied when the head boy was clearly not going to speak up first. what a pussy.

it was a lie; you guys obviously knew that head students were supposed to patrol together. having been prefects in previous years, you knew how things worked. it was why you had done the first patrol together after all. 

but you figured that since it wasn’t a specifically given instruction, you didn’t actually have to do it together.

professor kim stared at you two incredulously for a moment, his expression somewhere between exasperation and disbelief. a pool of anxiousness swirled in your stomach at the way he sighed and pinched his nose bridge frustratedly.

“listen, i don’t know what si-hyuk was thinking when he had chosen you two as the heads, given your history and all. but he chose you. so please show that you’re worthy of the title - let go of your childish rivalry. otherwise, we may actually have to find new head students.”

“you could just let go of her, professor. i’d be able to work with any other girl,” yang finally spoke up. of course the first thing he'd say is an insult.

you gasped and glared at him. 

“clearly, you’re the one who’s childish and immature here. maybe you should be the one to get replaced.”

“enough!” the teacher slammed his hands on the desk. “if you two keep this act up, we will not hesitate to replace you both.”

and so with that, you and yang left the office in uncomfortable silence. not a word was spoken between you until just before you parted ways.

“guess we’ll use the old schedule again,” he said. you nodded.

being the end of the day, you were both too tired to argue. the heavy workload that comes with NEWTS in addition to the responsibilities of your positions, you both left for your own common rooms without sparing another glance.

the dreaded patrol round came sooner than you would have liked, and you found yang waiting by the castle doors. you always seemed to be the later one, as if he’d placed a curse on you with that trick at the start of the year.

he kicked himself off the wall he’d been leaning against when he saw you, and began to walk without so much as a ‘hi’ or ‘let’s go’. you had to quickly jog to catch up to him.

the air between you two as you walked around was silent and tense, so thick that you could probably cut it with a knife.

surprisingly, yang was the first to break the silence.

“i was thinking - we should plan the first hogsmeade trip for this term.”

“mhm,” you hummed in agreement. “i think it’s best to have it after the quidditch match in november.”

“yeah, at the end of the month. and people would be able to go before the winter break.”

you fished your phone out from your pocket and opened the calendar app.

“when should we have it?"

yang leaned over your shoulder to look at your screen. “let’s have it on the twenty-seventh," he says, pointing at the date on the calendar. "it’d be good to have the week between the match and the trip free so we can prepare.”

you nodded as you listened, typing up a reminder to speak with the professors about it. 

“hey!” the head boy suddenly shouted, causing you to jump. “what are you kids doing here?”

you looked up to find he had opened a classroom, in which three students in around 4th or 5th year were standing. they stared up at the pair of you with wide eyes, like a dear in headlights.

“what are you doing?” you asked, regaining your composure. looking at their ties, you realised they were in slytherin, like you.

the students glanced at each other worriedly and slowly backed away from the two of you. you noticed them hiding something behind them on the desk.

pointing your wand at the items behind them, you summoned it nonverbally, yelling ‘accio!’ in your mind. the items flew into your arms.

“you all better go back to your common room. it’s way past your curfew,” yang warned them. “20 points from slytherin.”

the group shuffled out of the room and quickly ran back to the dungeons.

“isn’t 20 too many?” you grumbled. maybe you were a little biased since they were in your house though.

ignoring you, yang sighed as he turned back to look at the contents in your hands.

“what is it?” he asked.

upon closer inspection, it seemed to be the plannings or blueprint of a large snake puppet that moved on its own, the quote ‘slytherin slays’ painted along its body.

you held back a giggle as you read the notes on how to make the snake glare and breathe flames out when faced with a ravenclaw. yang snorted as he read them as well.

“you slytherins are always so immature when it comes to quidditch matches.” you rolled your eyes and glared at him, imagining you were breathing flames like the puppet snake.

“at least we have a strong sense of support for our house. what’re you birdies doing? painting little flying banners that the players won’t be able to read on the pitch?”

“my team doesn’t need to read our house’s support. we’re good enough and know if.”

“sounds like there’s just no house spirit.”

“say that to me when your team loses,” he challenged.

“you’ll be waiting forever then,” you retorted.

“let’s place a bet. 20 galleons that ravenclaw wins.”

“fine! if we wins, i want you to pay my monthly subscription in an online game for a year."

“what?”

“i need money," you huff, crossing your arms indignantly.

“you need muggle money.”

“well, yes. but i mean, you can convert your wizarding money into muggle money, then pay for my monthly subscription in a game so i get game money.”

“that sounds useless; for a kids’ game? and you called me the childish one?” he raised a questioning eyebrow.

“i wouldn’t need to find peace in an online game if you didn’t bother me all the time, you know," you complain. "you’re like a piece of gum i can’t get off my shoe.”

“you could just cast a spell to get the gum off,” he shrugged.

“you’re right, i’ll just cast a spell on you!” you smile brightly. “stupe-“

“oh my god, okay! i’ll pay for your stupid game - if slytherin wins, which you won’t.”

you smiled to yourself, a skip in your step for the rest of the patrol.

soon, the day of the match arrived; ravenclaw against slytherin (because of course it was). 

the morning of the match was lively as usual, everyone split between green and blue. 

you watched the large snake float above everyone’s heads in the great hall, breathing (harmless) flames into every ravenclaw’s face. 

just at that moment, you bumped into the trio of students who’d been planning the little surprise. you sent them a discreet smile.

“20 points to slytherin,” you awarded for the clever trick, but also to make up for the twenty that yang had taken.

suddenly, you screech when a flock of small origami birds flew and pecked at your hair, ruining the braid you’d put your hair in for the match. 

looking up, you noticed the small paper birds flying about the hall, pecking at every slytherin-supporter. this was definitely ravenclaw’s idea; no doubt yang had gotten inspiration from the those students you two had caught.

“you good, kim?” a familiar voice greets you. you turn to see the devil himself smirking at you, pleased with the mess you are.

“i was, until you got here.”

“maybe it’s a sign that you’ll lose today.”

“maybe it’s a sign you should shut up.”

the match started without a hitch. 

you scored the first 10 points of the match within 6 minutes, and by the first half hour, slytherin was ahead by 30 points. 

you enjoyed the thrill of being a chaser, trying different ways to get the quarrel past the keeper. in fact, you enjoyed flying in general, and being on the pitch.

that is until, you started getting pestered by the other team’s seeker.

you noticed yang seemed to be flying around you after a few laps, and sent him a questioning look.

“what are you doing, yang?”

“looking for the snitch, it’s my job.”

“well, i’m not the snitch. so keep looking!”

“well i’m certainly looking at a similar word.”

it took time to process what he meant, but when you realised, you glared at the boy.

“focus on the game- if you keep your eyes on me, you’ll be paying for my subscription soon!”

yang scoffed and looked away, searching the pitch for the snitch, sending you a glare before zooming away.

the game ended in slytherin’s favour, your team’s seeker barely clutching the golden ball in his hands before the head boy could reach it.

cheers roared across the stadium when it ended with your team’s success, students running onto the pitch in excitement to congratulate you and the other players.

“seriously, the way you threw the quaffle into the hoop while gliding through the air - it was so smooth!” minji gushed as rei nodded in agreement. 

“let’s go, there’s going to be a congratulatory party in the common room!” rei says, taking your hand to drag you.

“can i come?” asked hiyyih excitedly, who was a gryffindor.

“duh!”

you laughed as you followed your three best friends, when you caught sight of a certain person in the corner of your eye.

“wait, i have to do something real quick,” you pause to tell the girls. they stopped as well and looked at you curiously.

“what is it?”

“wait for me. i just need to talk to yang - head stuff,” you tell them off-handedly, before running off to the ravenclaw team.

“it’s definitely not about ‘head stuff’,” hiyyih nudges rei, who nods as they watch you leave.

you make your way to the losing ravenclaw team, even congratulating some of them on a good game. 

when you reach your target, you tap on his shoulder to get his attention, before smiling triumphantly up at him (wow, you never realised how much taller he was than you until now).

“what is it, kim?” he drawled with an eye-roll.

“the bet. i won.” you gloated, the smile never leaving your face, widening instead when he wore a look of disbelief.

“oh, right.” he sighed before scratching the back of his head, looking around thoughtfully. “let’s sort it out tomorrow, at patrol.”

“okay! don’t back down from your end of the bet.” 

“i may hate you, but i’m not a sore loser. see you tomorrow night, kim.”

“with my monthly subscription payment!” you say, waving tauntingly as you ran back to your friends.

“what did you need to talk to him about?” minji asked, putting her hand out to hold yours as you four made your way to the slytherin dungeons.

“we’re making monthly plans to help a student who needs it,” you say smugly.

“sounds like you’re twisting the truth,” rei laughed.

“but it is the truth!” you protested.

you found yourself happily scrolling through the game's catalog, looking to spend your newly-bought robux.

ever since your deal on the match, you found yourself slowly warming up to yang.

well, not to the point you’d consider each other friends, but you acknowledge each other in passing with a nod or quick wave instead of pointedly looking the other way like usual.

you also argued less, much to the relief of the entire school. however, they were still apprehensive, waiting for something to blow up eventually. it was simply too suspiciously calm and quiet without your voices yelling down the hall or in the corner of a classroom.

as the weeks went on, you two learned to get along better and better everyday, even willingly becoming partners in potions once.

sometimes, you would walk to the great hall together for lunch or dinner after a meeting. you even spent your free periods with yang, which you told your friends was because ‘they didn’t have any frees with you’ so you ‘might as well spend it productively’ with the head boy who coincidentally shared the same free periods schedule.

you did lots of stuff together, as expected of the head girl and head boy.

yet, you always avoided studying together.

others might think it’s because of your rivalry; how one might copy off the other’s or something.

sure, you laugh to yourself. let people think what they want.

but the idea of studying with yang again brings back memories of fifth year.

you didn’t tell anyone about it, not even your own friends. 

at the end of the year, you’d been practically glued to the library for two months, studying for your OWLs.

“mind if i sit here?” 

you turn up to see a familiar face.

“yang?”

“there’s no other free space in the library,” he rolled his eyes, making up an excuse.

looking around, you realised he was right. the only other free spots were next to students that were notoriously weirdos who everyone avoided. maybe he doesn’t want them to copy off his work, you think to yourself.

“um, okay,” you agreed hesitantly while sucking on a sugar quill, moving some of your books to make space for him. those sweets often helped you focus.

yang pulled the seat out and sat down, before beginning to study himself.

you tried to continue as you were, but had lost focus. not even the green apple-flavoured sweet in your mouth could help you concentrate.

you were hyper aware of his presence - the way he hunched over the table with his hair falling over his face. you watched him from the corner of your eye.

why had he chosen to sit with you? were there seriously no better places to go? what about his room? the astronomy tower? the little corner window by the potions classroom downstairs?

“relax. i can feel how tense you are from here.”

“does your oh-so-precious pure-wizard blood give you the ability to sense emotions like a dog?” you scoffed. he looked up sharply and gave you a serious look.

“i just want to revise for my OWLs; let’s keep our disputes outside the library, where we won’t get hexed by madame park over there.”

you rolled your eyes and kept your head down, going back to your own business.

over the course of the month, a routine slowly began wherein you would often study together in the library. 

sometimes it was you joining him instead, and you would just wordlessly take the seat opposite him. even when there were other spaces to sit, you two always chose to sit together in the corner table, hidden from the rest of the school.

a word was never spoken between the two top students. and you never told your friends about the little arrangement either.

his presence quickly became something of a comfort for you - it was easier to focus on your studies when he was there. and if you ever needed help with something, he’d give you a few pointers when you finally begrudgingly asked.

he never asked you for help though, which always reminded you why he was number 2. it infuriated you how you had to work twice as hard than him just to barely surpass the boy.

whenever you heard people talking of him in passing, he was always nicknamed ‘the prodigy boy’. what were you called? ‘the girl that was good for a muggle-born’.

he was your rival, but you weren’t his. and he’s made that clear since the day you met.

and yet, despite all the resentment you held for him, you enjoyed his company. OWLs were stressing the life out of everyone, but it felt like you could get through it with him sitting across you.

maybe it’s because he motivated you to keep working harder, to try more so you could widen the gap between your ranks. seeing him everyday reminded you of why you tried so hard. maybe you wanted to show him (and everyone else) that being muggle-born doesn’t mean you’re any less than those born in this world. 

at least that’s what you told yourself. 

but it doesn’t explain why you began to glance at his lips every time he sat across you. 

it doesn’t explain why butterflies began to flutter in your stomach when you felt the warmth of his body close to yours as he’d lean over your shoulder and point at the book when you asked for help. or why you felt giddy when you’d play with each other’s feet under the table.

until one day, he’d dropped his smart-quill on the floor, and you were quicker to kneel down from your seat to get it. 

“here,” you said, handing him the quill, still on your knees on the floor.

as you faced him, you realised the close proximity only then. 

you stared into his eyes that pulled you in, keeping you locked and unable to escape from his gaze. he stared right back, the quill forgotten in your hand, which now lay on his left knee.

you didn’t even realise the way he slowly leaned down until he cupped your cheek.

his touch was soft; you leaned into it. 

“is this okay?” you could barely hear him whisper over the rapid beating of your heart. all you could do was nod.

your eyes fluttered shut as your lips finally connected. a mix of pretty emotions burst in your stomach, filling you with a giddiness you never knew before.

it might have been just a few seconds, or it could have been hours - you didn’t know. that first kiss was everything you ever imagined it to be.

you pulled away first, finally running out of air. but he chased after your lips, kissing you again. 

the memory of your first kiss will forever be cemented in your memory. you were just two 16 year olds, softly holding onto each other in the corner of a library, hidden from the rest of the world.

you scrunch your nose at the bittersweet memory. who would’ve thought your first kiss would be with the person you hate the most in this world. 

when you returned to school for sixth year that september, yang acted like nothing happened between you two. 

he ignored you for the first month of school, not even bothering to taunt you like he used to. everyone had been stumped, including you, but he eventually went back to his usual tactics, albeit with a noticeable lack of ‘stupid muggleborn who can never be on our level’ comments. soon you two were back to your regular bickering as if he didn’t ignore your existence for the first month of school. 

as if you hadn’t shared a kiss just three months before.

now, your developing friendship scared you. you didn’t want a repeat of last time; his actions had really hurt you back then.  

you remember all the nights you spent in the library, waiting. waiting for him to come, to explain why he was acting like that. waiting for something.

thoughts ran through your mind, trying to reason why he might do this. maybe he realised he didn't feel for you the way you felt for him. maybe he went back to his room that night and wiped all the muggle germs off his face. maybe he realised he was too good for you.

you remember all the times you cried yourself to sleep, eyes puffy for weeks that even your teachers asked if you were okay. if maybe you’d eaten something bad or been cursed. that maybe you should go to the infirmary to fix it.

hiyyih, rei, and minji had no idea how to help you, because you refused to tell them what was wrong. 

and you never did. it’s simply too embarrassing. explaining that you kissed your number one enemy and then he ignored you for month and acted like nothing happened between you two was humiliating. you knew your friends wouldn’t, but surely if other students found out, they’d laugh at you.

yang probably laughed with his friends about it. you were just waiting, dreading to hear the rumours of how you’re a bad kisser and how no one should ever want your muggle-born, good-for-nothing ass. 

every time you walked past him and his friends, you’d walk faster and look everywhere but their direction. you imagined their snickers and smirks as they watched you run by like a pathetic loser.

the rumours never came however. 

no one ever looked at you weirdly, or laughed at you. you ended sixth year with a big sigh of relief, releasing a breath you didn't realise you'd been holding the whole year.

now, you found yourself standing next to the very boy who you had spent the end of your 5th year with, walking a big group of students towards hogsmeade.

you sigh as you think about your astronomy test on monday, which you’d rather spend the weekend studying for.

unfortunately, as the heads, it’s you and yang’s duty to chaperone the students on their trip to the village. 

you sigh and pull on your strap, hiking your heavy bag higher up your back. you think of the long day ahead, studying in the corner of one of the quieter cafés, freezing your toes off. it’s not preferable, but it’ll have to do.

yang watches you, eyeing your heavy bag of books.

“what the hell? don’t tell me you’re spending this trip studying.”

“alright, i won’t,” you roll your eyes at him as you two trudge behind the large crowd of students. it was 9 in the morning, and you were too tired to reply.

“wouldn’t you rather spend your time with your friends? you somehow have those,” he teased.

“well yeah,” you huff, a little irritated at his care-free attitude. “but not everyone can pass an astronomy test without needing to study like you. some of us actually have to work our butts off for good grades.”

yang stopped in his tracks, causing you to follow and look back at him questioningly.

to your surprise, he wore a serious expression, glaring forward and refusing to look at you. you must’ve struck a nerve.

“stop acting like you’re the only one in the world that has to fucking work hard,” he fumed. you’ve never seen him this mad, even in all your arguments throughout the years. 

“you’re always going on about how much you have to study this, how you need to work harder than me that - blah blah blah. 

“why do you always feel the need to undermine my work? always downplaying my accomplishments to ‘mere talent’. what about the tens of hundreds of hours i’ve poured into my own studies? the hours i’ve spent sat by a tutor since i was 6?”

surprised by his outburst in combination with your own irritation and jealousy, you couldn’t help but retort.

“are you serious right now? do you have to make everything about yourself?”

“oh because the world revolves around you? you are so fucking entitled!”

“me? entitled?” you laugh in disbelief. “you’re talking about how i undermine and downplay your work, when you’ve always been the one to yell out to the whole world how i’m a ‘stupid, pathetic muggleborn who’s lacking and can never fit in this world’!” students were beginning to notice your argument and were looking behind as they walked at you two now.

“so that’s what this is about? some shit i said two years ago?” he scoffed.

“some shit you threw at me for 5 years!” you throw your hands up in frustration.

“well maybe you’re proving me right with all your talk about just how much you need to study because you’ll 'never have it as easy as us'!” he yelled right back, mocking you. “you don’t know a thing about me.” 

you stared at him, panting heavily. everyone’s attention was now on you two, people watching instead of walking.

“kim y/n! yang jungwon!” you hear the booming voice of professor kim shout over the crowd. 

he stormed to you two, face red and veins popping out his neck.

“this behaviour is incredibly inappropriate of role model students! you two are supposed to be guiding the students towards the village, is that such a difficult task?” he scolded you and yang in exasperation.

“could you at least keep your feud behind closed doors? it’s incredibly selfish to ruin everyone’s day with your constant fights!”

you looked down ashamedly as your friends took this as their sign to finally drag you from your spot. jungwon’s friend, nishimura riki from 5th year copied their actions.

professor kim looked at the crowd which had now completely stopped to watch the show. 

“keep moving kids!” he sighed, shaking his head in disappointment.  

“park gunwook,” he called. the gryffindor jogged towards the teacher. “pham hanni.” the hufflepuff followed. “you two will take over the role of chaperoning the students, since our head students are clearly unsuitable for the job,” he instructed, throwing you a dirty look. 

the two 6th year prefects nodded and began to walk behind everyone, feeling a little awkward at being put on the spot. 

you glared at yang one more time, but was met with a different expression instead.

yang met your stare with concern written on his face, as his tall friend dragged him away. it confused you; just a moment ago, he’d been furious with you, and now he looked worried? what was he worried about? what’s with the switch up?

you couldn’t ponder on it any longer, what with your own friends shuffling you away from the crime scene.

the rest of the day was spent tucked away in a little corner of a small café you found, one people didn’t go to as much.

the girls had tried to convince you to join them on their fun, but let you go when you told them you had star charts to memorise for your upcoming test. they seemed hesitant, but after witnessing your recent fight with the head boy, they reluctantly allowed you to go off on your own with promises of saving you a butterbeer.

you busied yourself with your books, not wanting to think about the weird events this morning. from your first disagreement in a while, to yang’s mood swing - it was better to spend your thoughts on what was more important.

eventually, you woke up in the late afternoon, only realising then that you had fallen asleep. the rays of light from the sunset seeped through the window, waking you up with its blinding brightness. 

how long had you fallen asleep? you could have been revising in the time you dozed off. astronomy was your weakest subject, so you really needed that precious time.

you groan in frustration, sighing as you sit up to straighten your back. but something falls off your shoulders as you do. 

you look behind you and realise it was a jacket, which had been left on your shoulders by someone. but who?

bewildered, you pick up the jacket (which had an oddly familiar scent to it) and turn back to your table of books. but before you can return to your studies, something catches your eye.

there, on top of a pile of textbooks, lay a green sugarquill. 

had my friends stopped by while i slept?

it didn’t particularly make sense though, since you agreed to meet up with them later tonight when you headed back to the castle. 

you picked it up, then noticed the note it had been sitting on.

sorry, i shouldn’t have said any of that earlier.  found you sleeping, don’t beat yourself up. you can do this. i remember sugarquills help you focus, right? don’t worry, it’s not poisoned or anything… goodluck on monday.

your heart squeezed painfully. his short message spoke volumes.

yang jungwon wasn’t one to apologise, seeing as he either never felt bad, or never really did anything wrong (in the eyes of everyone else).

you felt guilty too, seeing as it was your fault as well. you made a mental note to apologise to him in person later.

secondly, this was the first time he ever acknowledged the time you spent together in 5th year. it surprised you, because at this point you wondered if he had forgotten about it, or if it was all some sick dream you had.

heat rushed to your face and you had to put considerable effort into keeping your composure and not kick your feet and screaming right then and there. somehow, he’d remembered such a small detail about the sweet he left for you.

maybe the whole 5th year incident affected him more than he let on. maybe there really was something that happened between you guys.

or maybe you’re just being hopeful again. 

one thing you’re sure about though, is that yang jungwon is most certainly crazy.

“welcome back everyone!” you greeted.

it’s the first prefect meeting of the term, everyone who left for the winter break having just returned two days prior.

“we have quite a bit to discuss today,” you started, before looking at jungwon to continue.

“let’s start with the more interesting news first.” he paused, looking at everyone before going on.

“me and the head girl have been planning something this winter, and with the approval of the headmaster, we can finally reveal it to you: the spring ball.”

you watched proudly as the prefects began whispering amongst themselves excitedly. you were so hyped up to be able to plan and make the event come to life.

“we wanted to give the students something more exciting to look forward to. you know- before OWLs and NEWTs completely take over our lives,” you joke, pulling chuckles out of everyone in the room.

“the idea is a formal, floral-themed event that’ll take place in the great hall. it’s only for 5th years and up, but younger years may attend if invited as a date.”

“since you guys are prefects, we’re asking for your help setting up the event. let’s talk ideas for decoration,” you say, pulling out your tablet to take notes.

as you wrote down the prefects’ thoughts and input, you were already drafting a schedule in your mind for preparations. that was until, you felt someone lean over your shoulder.

forcing yourself to keep writing, you tried to ignore the way your shoulder brushed against yang’s chest. one hand holding onto the backrest of your chair whilst the other lay on the table, next to your arm as you wrote on autopilot, your mind circuiting at the proximity. straightening your back in an attempt to compose yourself, you only push yourself against the boy more.

you were sure your face was as red as a tomato. your heart was beating so hard you were scared jungwon could hear it.

judging by the way he huffed in amusement, he probably realised the effect he had on you. 

“focus, kim,” he whispered so only you could hear, leaning lower to your level. you could imagine the smirk on his face.

“i am,” you tried to say with as much nonchalance as you could.

honestly, the moment was really reminding you of all those times he’d helped in the library. deja vu was really hitting you hard right now.

the rest of the meeting went smoothly - at least, as smooth as it could be with yang constantly flustering you as he subtly kept grazing your skin. 

now that you think about it, jungwon’s been acting strange lately. more… bold? that’s the best way you could explain it.

you don’t know how it happened, but ever since the hogsmeade trip, you two got closer. after you apologised to him, the incident in question was never spoken of again, never referred to. but it’s clear something shifted in your relationship with the head boy.

gradually, he began to fill up your everyday life, seeing him more often in the day than you used to.

in the mornings, you’d bump into each other in the common room after getting ready, and go down to the great hall for breakfast together. or, if one of you seemed to be running late after breakfast, you’d make sure to save some food and leave it in the common room for the other.

in the day, you two shared free periods, and so spent it lounging in the common room, simply doing work at the coffee table or reading a book on the couch. music would play in the background as you two sat in comfortable silence, basking in each other’s company.

in the evenings, you might come back from a late class to find him napping on the couch. so you’d shake him awake with a “jungwon, let’s go get dinner.”

you could be studying in the library corner of your shared living space, and he’d always remind you to eat. even when it was past any meal time, he’d drag you off the chair for a trip to the kitchens, where he’d get a house elf to make you two a snack. he often asked for eclairs, noticing it was your favourite.

but yang jungwon didn’t just take up your daily activities, he was always on your mind too.

thoughts of how he wouldn’t like the cold dim lights of the slytherin common room, or seeing students that he’s told you he isn’t particularly fond of floated in your mind when you visited your friends.

you even found yourself comparing him to characters in whatever series you absorbed yourself in. you seriously couldn’t stop thinking about him.

the fights stopped completely, but you two continued your flirting friendly banter all the time.

once, you managed to find time in your busy schedule to sit down and watch barbie movies. jungwon (when did you even start calling him that?) had walked in to the common room to find his bag which he had left there, only to see you huddled up in a blanket while watching barbie as the island princess magically projected onto the wall.

“what’s this?” he’d asked.

“muggle movies from my childhood. this girl here grew up on the island when one day, she was found by a prince who was intrigued by her, and brought her back to the city, where she finally learns who she really is,” you explained while keeping your eyes trained on the projection.

“and who is she really?”

“why don’t you sit down and watch, kitty?” you’d always called him by that nickname during your petty fights, since his face reminded you of a cute cat. now though, it became more of an endearing nickname for the boy.

“i have to write 10 inches on the use of the lumos solem spell by tuesday.”

“that’s 5 days away! come on, don’t you wanna know? it’s really good, i promise. we can watch from the start, and i’ll help you with that charms essay, since professor song assigned it to us to, and i already got started on it,” you asked, twisting to face him with the best pleading look you could muster.

“fine, but only because you begged," he relented with a playful smile.

so that’s how you ended up binging barbie movies into the wee hours of the morning, sharing a blanket with your proclaimed enemy on the sofa.

“you honestly look more like serafina,” you tease him.

“what? but she’s a girl! wouldn’t wolfie be a better fit?”

“but serafina has more cat-like eyes! you guys have similar eyes.”

“are you serious right now? they’re both cats!” he gestures to the movie, paused at the last scene.

“but you really look like her!” you insist, using both hands to point at each corner of his eyes, shifting closer to him. “they’re upturned.”

“didn’t realise you knew that about me, babe.” he wrapped his own hands around your wrists, as they hovered above his face. “if i’m serafina, you must be wolfie.”

“why? because we’re partners in crime?” you snorted at his suggestion. “they get married at the end and have a bunch of little kitties too. you want that?”

“if that’s what you’d like,” he shrugged, his lips pulling into a downwards smile.

you stared at him incredulously, heartbeat suddenly pounding as you looked into the growing smug look on his face. his eyes that managed to shine even in the dark never failed to root you on the spot, unable to look away.

what were you feeling? you've looked at jungwon so many times over the past 5 years, but the boy's gaze never made you feel like this way before. like you were floating on air; like you could do anything with him by your side, looking at you like that.

in fact, thinking back to all your years of knowing him, it's funny how much things have changed in the past several months.

you actually giggle a bit, sitting back, further from his warmth. you immediately miss the soft touch of his fingers around your wrists.

"what are you laughing about?" he asks, but he's laughing too.

"you. me; us."

"are we comedians now or something?"

"no, but we're definitely clowns of the circus." jungwon grinned at your statement, an amused huff escaping his lips.

"penny for your thoughts?"

"i was just thinking... how did we go from having wars in the middle of DADA in 3rd year, to watching muggle barbie movies at 2am on a saturday?" you think out loud.

"when you put it like that... we do sound like the comedy act of a show," he admits, scratching the back of his neck.

"at least i do."

"what do you mean?" you ask, shifting your position on the couch to sit up. you move your cold feet so they rest between jungwon's ankles, soaking in their warmth.

"our little feud - you know, the fights, the hexes, all that. it was all because of me."

"what? no it wasn't - i instigated a lot of them too," you say, trying to reassure him. was he feeling guilty and blaming himself?

"but, it was! honestly, if it wasn't for my stupid shallow thinking, we might've been friends way earlier." you looked at him patiently, nodding for him to continue.

"i used to think that muggle-borns were stupid and would fall behind in everything - school, work, just because you had no idea of how our world worked. honestly, i pitied and felt sorry for you guys, because i thought you could never be on our level. i know now how ignorant i was, obviously," he scoffed at himself.

"so when i met you, i thought you were an idiot. you are, don't get me wrong-" he teased you, causing you to roll your eyes, although smiling lightly. "but even though you're muggle-born, you always managed to do better than me.

"you were constantly the best student in our year- no, our school. you were faster at understanding concepts than i was, immediately getting things right on the first try. hell, even when i would go flying on the pitch to relieve my stress and then got recruited into the ravenclaw team in third year, i finally thought i was better than you at something. and then you joined your team in 4th, and was called the 'ace' of slytherin. what a blow all of that to was to my ego."

"i joined the team to annoy you," you shyly admit. "but why did you even think that in the first place?" you asked, not angry. you wanted to hear him out and finally get answers to questions you've asked yourself for so many years. you wanted to understand, and know the boy in front of you.

"well, you know that my father's company is successful. so growing up, i was given the best. my parents hired the best tutors for me, so i'd be ahead of everyone else when i started hogwarts. my teachers said i was their best student, my parents showed me off to their friends as their 'pride and joy' or something dumb like that. other parents compared their kids to me, i was that kid.

"i knew i was privileged though - that i had money and could afford to have this good education. so i made the best of it and constantly told myself that others would be lucky to have my life, so i wanted to prove i was worthy of it by working hard and pushing myself all my life.

"but with that, i developed the mindset that people who don't have money like i do can't have as much knowledge as me since they don't have access to it - and that included muggle-borns. you had zero knowledge of this world, which works incredibly different to yours. we have different moral compasses; notions of common sense; understanding of how things worked.

"so imagine how surprised i was to find that you were doing better than me in school. me, who had sat beside a tutor since i was 6, who was learning OWL content at 12. all this only for a girl who didn't even know magic existed until a month before to top me in school.

"that's why i was always angry; i was angry with my tutors for not teaching me better; at you for being better. but most especially at myself. for deluding myself into thinking that way." you two were silent for a moment.

"what changed?" you asked.

jungwon breathed in, preparing himself.

"5th year. i was finally learning to respect you, so when i walked into the library that was full of students, you seemed like the best option to sit next to."

"really? still hadn't gotten over that 'i'm better than everyone blah blah blah' attitude?" you asked, smugly tilting your head to the side.

"shush," he hid his face. "but... i got to learn how hard you really worked back then. i used to think you just had some gift for learning. but watching you with your head down for hours, i felt like i was discrediting all that with something like 'innate talent'.

"i went back home that summer confused and having a mid-life crisis at 16. my dad talked to me though, knocked some sense into me.

"he said that just because muggles don't know magic, doesn't mean they can't do anything. i mean, the whole idea of smart devices that our company is literally known for was taken from muggles! without you guys, we wouldn't have that in our world either. you created it, we just used magic to expand it.

"i was pretty shaken up after that, and was in a daze when 6th year started. it took me a while to sort my thoughts out and gather myself."

it was silent for a while, now nearing 3am.

jungwon just spilled out his guts to you, in the dim atmosphere of your common room. now you were the one collecting your thoughts.

"i'm sorry too."

"what? you never did anyth-"

"but i basically did the same thing as you. you studied for years and years, and i just always thought you were also naturally smart; that you never needed to study like i did because you already knew it all."

silence enveloped the two of you once again.

"...so i guess we're more similar than we thought, huh?" he smiled softly at you. you felt like you were floating again.

"i guess so."

jungwon unfolded his legs and opened his arms out as a gesture, which you gladly accepted and fell into his embrace.

"so, are we good now?" you asked.

"hmm, i still feel like you owe me something for all those years of endless anger and feeling like shit."

"you mean for enlightening you that we stupid muggles aren't so stupid?" you asked, face still buried in his chest, your voice muffled against his sweatshirt. "shouldn't you owe me? for teaching you a lesson?"

"but i want something," he pouted, pulling on your wrist.

"what is it? as long as its affordable."

"is going to the spring ball with me affordable?"

you turn your head to look up at him, who's looking down at you with shy eyes, waiting for your answer.

"i don't know... how much does it cost?" you play along. you already know your answer anyway.

"it'll cost you about..." he pulled out the calculator app on his phone, pretending to add up a total. "one kiss."

you laughed at him, finally pulling away from his arms.

"was that at the end of 5th year not enough?"

"no," he pouted, eyebrows knitted. so cute, you thought.

"alright then, but is it okay if i pay you that hefty price later at the ball?" jungwon sighed dramatically, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes.

"i guess... but the price might increase to 10."

"that's okay, i'll give you as many as you want, as long as the first one is special."

"i didn't know you were sentimental like that," he smirked at you, kissing your cheek. you shrugged nonchalantly, smiling at him.

"i didn't know you were so needy for kisses like that."

"touché," he laughed, dragging you in for another hug, cuddling you until you both fell asleep in each other's arms.

since that night, you and jungwon gradually learned to be comfortable each other. and with the ball preparations, there was lots of opportunities to do so.

you realised that - without the hostility between you two, it was much easier to find compromises when you disagreed on something. jungwon did things differently from you, but listened to your thoughts and offered his too.

as the weeks went on, you found yourself looking forward to meetings with him, missing his presence when he wasn’t with you.

something in the way he’d nudge you lightly when you were worried about something, wrap his arm around you and squeeze your shoulder, or simply smile at you brightly with those cat-like eyes of his - they were all comforting.

the change in atmosphere didn’t go unnoticed by your friends either.

"what was that??" rei interrogated you when jungwon pulled you aside for the nth time this week.

"oh, he just wanted to talk about putting up decor later," you answer nonchalantly, taking a bite out of your toast.

"he has the same conversation with you practically every day," minji rolled her eyes.

"yeah, and i'm more surprised that you don't come ranting to us about every interaction you two have," hiyyih agrees, eyeing you suspiciously.

"well, i just grew up and matured," you try to defend yourself.

"if growing up and maturing means developing a crush, then yeah. you sure did." rei pauses before continuing. "is there something you aren't telling us?"

technically, yes. you weren't telling them about the development between you and jungwon - at least not yet. but you didn't exactly have a crush on the boy, in the sense that it was a one-sided thing and you were too shy to confess. but you didn't really want to tell them what was going on between you two, because you didn't know yourself.

were you and jungwon friends(-ish)? yes. but were you dating? no, definitely not. there's no doubt though that your strange, blurry, undefined relationship will develop soon enough, and you'd rather wait until everything's clear before telling your friends.

"she's not saying anything - something is definitely up!" hiyyih gasped excitedly, causing rei and minji to giggle, and you to shake your head.

you had noticed that jungwon seemed to always find reasons to talk to you, even if it's little things you've already discussed before, or silly simple questions like 'how's your day going?' or 'what barbie movie are we watching tonight?'

yeah, you two often found yourselves watching barbie movies late into a friday night.

you also ended up cuddling on the couch almost every evening after a long day of duties, particularly on patrol nights. after your rounds, you two would head back up to the head dormitories, where you'd flop onto the couch, and he'd jump onto you soon after.

the others would go crazy if they ever found out, you laugh to yourself.

the next day would be the night of the ball, so you were pretty wrapped up in helping out throughout the day.

"everything's set up," haerin, a 5th year gryffindor prefect told you.

"it looks really good," you tell her, looking at the great hall. it looked great now, and you were excited for how it would turn out in the dark of the night later.

"did you manage to complete the spell?" she asked curiously.

"i did, but i'm only 89.7% sure it'll work," you say, biting your lip. you hated not being completely sure about something, like an answer, or in this case - a self-made spell.

you turn when you hear a laugh behind you.

"i like how you have a specific percentage even when it comes to feelings," jungwon says through a grin. "your brain works weirdly"

"whatever, kitty," you roll your eyes light heartedly at him.

facing the great hall again, you take a deep breath as you cast the spell on the great hall, chanting the incantation as you wave your wand.

in a moment, the hall was filled with falling petals of different colours, though they didn't litter the ground messily, simply disappearing when they reached the ground. vines reached out from between the tiled floor, wrapping around table legs and growing bright vibrant flowers of their own. small orbs of light flickered throughout the ceiling, like fairies illuminating the scene.

"wow, it looks amazing, y/n!" one of the professors helping around praised.

"it really does," jungwon says, snaking his arm around your waist, his hand clinging onto your side snuggly.

"thank you," you mumble, as you both look up at the pretty scene in front of you.

soon, night falls and you're running down the staircase with your friends, holding up the ends of your dress to avoid stepping on it.

"careful y/n! or you might trip!" you hear hiyyih call out from behind you.

"she's just excited to see her prince charming," minji laughs, but the three of them are also running, holding up their own dresses.

the doors of the great hall open, revealing the breathtakingly decorated room, some guests already having arrived at the scene.

"wow, this is amazing..." rei gasped, enchanted by the way coloured lights perfectly illuminate the hanging wisteria flowers, and butterflies fluttering throughout the room.

"you seriously outdid yourself. how did you even do this?" hiyyih asked.

"only y/n could make a spell as complicated as this," jungwon's voice says, announcing his presence. "you look good, by the way," he adds when you look at him.

a quick one-over of his look tonight does not do him justice. so you find yourself staring unashamedly at his figure.

the way his waistcoat hugs his figure emphasises his broad shoulders, something you didn't even realise you found attractive until you saw it on him. a red tie lazily tucked into the waistcoat plus the rolled-up sleeves - it all made your mind go haywire.

"you would know, having been subjected to all the spells she's made over the years," hiyyih laughs at the memory.

"didn't know you spent so much time thinking about me, kim," he goaded.

"oh trust me, she def-" you cut rei off by covering her mouth with your gloved hand.

"thanks, jungwon," you say quickly, giving him a smile and pushing your friends away.

"he was flirting with you!" rei loudly whispers into your ear.

"and what do you want me to do about it!" you say, making sure your friends couldn't see the deep blush on your face.

"flirt back!" minji huffs out exasperatedly. "i'm sick and tired of whatever has been going on between you two for years!"

"yes, please just end it tonight! whether you get together or never talk about it again," rei rolls her eyes.

"what?" you stop, looking at them.

"rei's right, although i'd prefer for you to finally get together."

"wait wait wait, what do you mean?"

"are you being for real right now? you two have clearly had a thing for each other this whole time!" rei says like it was obvious. "we've known it for years."

"go get your man!" hiyyih sighs, turning you by your shoulders and pushing you away this time.

you try not to dwell on the thought of your friends betting on your relationship with jungwon, and pretend you never heard a word come out of their mouths.

soon, the headmaster calls for everyone's attention.

"welcome students!" his voice echoes throughout the hall, the music quietening for his speech. "first and foremost, i want to thank this year's head girl and boy for organising such an event for us. give it up for kim y/n and yang jungwon!" he shouts, a spot light highlighting your two figures in the room. you quickly turn to look at jungwon, who looks back at you with a smile, as everyone claps loudly, some even whistling supportively.

"and with that, may the spring ball begin - with the spring dance, kicking off with the head boy and girl leading the first dance," professor si-hyuk ends his speech.

everyone cheers and makes way for you two on the dance floor, which magically raises up in the middle of the hall.

music begins to play as you face the head boy, who inches closer to you every second.

time slows as he places his hand on your hips, guiding your hand to his shoulders. all other noise is drowned out by the sound of your heart, pounding so hard it might come out your chest. you don't see anyone but yang jungwon.

and he's looking at you like he sees no one else but you either.

it's crazy, how you're here, dancing, in the arms of the person who you've hated since 1st year - who motivated you to work hard during all these years.

you think back to your first meeting with him.

you could imagine the sparkles in your eyes as you stare at everything in awe, still in disbelief.

last month, a weirdly-dressed person knocked at your front door, and told your parents that you were a witch.

of course, you hadn't believed her at first, until she pointed her wand at a decorative figurine and made it float upside down. you and your family had been absolutely floored and confused. how could something like that even happen?

last month, the weirdly-dressed lady described to you a world that sounded fictional, of magic and creatures you could never even imagine. she explained why you had all these weird happenings growing up, things that were simply unexplainable.

your world was turned upside down in a few moments, and now you were here, on a train, to a magical school.

of course, you were incredibly sad to be away from your family for the first time in your life, but you were assured that you still had many ways to connect with them. and so, you set off into a new world completely alone, but with a lot of excitement.

you walked around the compartments as the train set off, peering and saying hi to other students.

until, you bumped into a boy who had the prettiest eyes you've ever seen, and the cutest little dimple that had 11-year old you's heart melting.

"be careful and look where you're going," he says nonchalantly.

"i'm so sorry! i was just so excited - i mean, aren't you? could you ever believe magic exists? i won't until i try it for myself!" you ramble enthusiastically.

you trail off when you see him looking at you with a mix of pity and boredom.

"oh, so you're a muggle-born, huh?"

"what do you mean?" you ask confusedly.

"well, whatever you think, i'm not like you. i already know what you just learned, and i already know what you still have to learn," he shrugs, picking at his nails like he ha better things to do than talk to you. "sorry, i think you're going to struggle a little bit here," he simply says, and leaves you alone in the middle of the train corridor.

what the hell? you ask yourself.

snobby rich kids isn't something you thought you'd experience in the wizarding world, but i guess somethings are just universal, huh?

something about the way he looked at you; talked to you like you were below him though - it bugged you.

"i'm gonna struggle?" you ask yourself in disbelief. absolutely not, you didn't want him to be right. you'll make sure of it.

and so, you ran back to your own compartment and pulled out your books, making a resolution to study everything and make sure you knew all the content. you wanted to show whoever that kid is that he's wrong, that you're better than him.

and so, the rest of the long ride and even your first night was spent catching up on what you missed out on, making sure you were prepared for whatever this extraordinary world would throw at you.

and most especially, preparing for whatever trouble the boy, who's name you learned was yang jungwon would give you.

gradually, more people join the dance, but you're so entranced by the boy in your arms, you don't notice how he's whisked you away from the main dance floor.

now towards the side of the room, away from all attention, jungwon looks down at you with all the love in his eyes.

it's overwhelming, you can't escape your emotions anymore. you like jungwon, possibly even more. you feel like all these feelings are about to burst out of you, and jungwon's arms are the only thing keeping you together.

"y/n, i think you still owe me something," he whispered, his face dangerously close to yours.

"and what would that be?" you naturally retort, having developed the instinct to talk back when it came to him.

"don't play with me, please let me kiss you."

"i don't think so." you pause teasingly, trying not to giggle at his pout, his dimple coming out. "let me kiss you," you say, finally leaning in, sealing your lips.

it felt just like the one back in 5th year, but better. jungwon held you impossibly closer by the waist, as if fearing you would run away. but you won't, and you never will. because in his arms, you never felt as safe and comfortable in your own skin as you did then.

you finally part for air, but jungwon's eyes never strayed from your face.

"i lied earlier by the way, when i said you looked good." you raise your eyebrows at him questioningly, before he smiles cheekily at you. "you look like the stars that put me to sleep every night."

"i didn't know you were poetic like that," you laughed lightly, leaning your forehead on his chest. "you look like my boyfriend."

"that's because i am," he says pulling you in for another kiss.

you don't think you'll ever get tired of kissing him. it's an unforgettable moment, and an unforgettable night.

you never knew you were missing something until you met jungwon, and you think you can finally breathe with him next to you (and your friends passing riki 20 galleons each two tables away). 

; author's corner! hii this was inspired by all the jily fics i've read over the years (whew i didn't even realise how long i've been reading fanfiction...) LMAO anyways may irls never find out this acc belongs to me bc my realistic self barfed at what i just wrote but my delulu self was kicking and giggling while editing but i hope you enjoyed!

; taglist @wonuslust @enhacatalog @makiswrld @forjungwons @yebin14 @lovelovelovebts @amanda-archives @beomgyusonlywife @bbinwrld@em-asian @enhamysunshines @ahnneyong @jungwonscafe bold couldn't be tagged!

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## you, me and the moon. — l. heeseung

synopsis: lee heeseung is a famous frat boy who is known to be mysterious since he would always stay at the corner to observe people passing by but he does not like the fact that his eyes would linger a little longer on you than he likes to admit because who the fuck is he kidding? you're way too good for him.

pairing: fratboy!heeseung x fem!reader

content/genre: college au, fratboy au, pining, big ass slowburn (here we go again), angst, fluff

warning(s): i'll put them on every chap. <3

note: another smau !! i thought it would be a one time thing but here we are <3 tell me if you want to be added on the taglist okay? <3

introduction/drabble.

zero. — profiles. / profiles (two). / profile (three).

one. — how it started (pilot).

two. — how the first day went.

three. — how y/n bumped into heeseung.

four. — how heeseung became sunshine.

five. — how y/n got her favorite note.

six. — how jisung and hyunjin rated heeseung.

seven. — how heeseung almost got caught.

eight. — how jake concluded the plot twist of the century.

nine. — how y/n got a large cup of coffee.

ten. — how jay woke up a little earlier than usual.

eleven. — how heeseung priv got people.

twelve. — how heeseung and y/n got lunch together.

thriteen. — how heeseung is so stressed about sunghoon.

fourteen. — how a heey/n fan account was made.

fifteen. — how jisung's stupid lame plan worked.

sixteen. — how y/n got heeseung to dance.

seventeen. — how heeseung tolerates y/n's ass.

eighteen. — how the heey/n fan account survived the drought.

nineteen. — how y/n and heeseung had a deep talk.

twenty. — how it took seven days for heeseung to convince jake.

twenty-one. — how jake and y/n had a date.

twenty-two. — how the heey/n account almost deactivated.

twenty-three. — how heeseung is looking out for y/n.

twenty-four. — how y/n slowly distanced herself from heeseung.

twenty-five. — how heeseug did things with you.

twenty-six. — how jake got frustrated with heeseung.

twenty-seven. — how valentine's went for them.

twenty-eight. — how sunoo got banned in the e-sports area.

twenty-nine. — how heeseung told jake about his plan.

thirty. — how heeseung and y/n started talking again.

thirty-one. — how y/n broke it off with jake.

thirty-two. — how heeseung and y/n got their moon date.

thirty-three. — how heeseung's one mistake caused everything to make sense.

thirty-four. — how heeseung almost did it... again.

thirty-five. — how y/n is slowly getting impatient.

thirty-six. — how jake and sunoo realized.

thirty-seven. — how y/n did the job for heeseung.

thirty-eight. — how heeseung gave y/n space.

thirty-nine. — how they "talk" after the argument.

forty. — how jake knew y/n still cares for heeseung.

forty-one. — how the semester ended.

forty-two. — how heeseung talked to y/n.

forty-three. — how y/n spent her semestral break.

forty-four. — how the first day of second sem went.

forty-five. — how heeseung ended up in the hospital.

forty-six. — how the heey/n fan account came back.

forty-seven. — how it was just you, me and the moon.

alternative ending. — how you were such a good dream.

playlist.

memes. / two.

au taglist [ open ! ] : @amakumos @soobnny @jungwoniics @venusmir @clarakyunisageek @dontcallme20

permanent taglist [ open! ] : @ja4hyvn @goldenhypen @acciomylove @kuromieiie @baekhyunstruly @knrejj [ can't be tagged/deactivated: @robotsahi @sheepgardenenha ]

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The Sun That Always Burns (masterlist) | S.JY

warnings for series: sexual content/smut (mdni), fluff, angst, friends to lovers to ex, afab reader, not proofread, will update warnings each chapter.

synopsis: you and jake's high school relationship blossomed into a romance filled with hope and promise. However, as time went on, jake's long-term expectations began to weigh heavily on you, who struggled to meet them. your paths eventually lead you in separate directions, each experiencing different aspects of life and ultimately moving on from your past love. unexpectedly, fate intervened and you both reunite after years apart. the reunion allows you to rediscover your feelings for each other, but also forces you to navigate the complexities of your past and present.

wc overall: 50k+ (oops)

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 / Final

tmtss (hee alt scene).

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