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wave | lee donghyuck

pairing: lee donghyuck x fem reader genre: college au, academics rivals to lovers, kinda fake dating, forced to work together on a project, smut, fluff, humor (idk), music major!haechan, music major!mc | not really requested but thank you đ anon for the inspo summary: your indifference toward Lee Donghyuck, also known as Haechan, becomes rivalry when he decides to sabotage you. The battle turns into a war, the war turns into a plan, and the plan, well, the plan fails miserably... or succeeds wonderfully. After all, itâs all about points of view. Or, Haechan thinks he found a way to distract you and be better than you, but doesnât think it thoroughly and screws it up. warnings: smut, mentioned weed consumption, alcohol use, fingering, oral (receiving), unprotected sex, public sex, jealous sex, bickering, teasing, etc | inclusivity notes: reader wears different hairstyles (no mention of texture, type and color), no mention of body type (but haechan lifts her a few times), no mention of skin color, no use of y/n wc: 22.4k (out of 42k)
a/n: finally iâm back! i started this fic more than a year ago so seeing it finally come to life means everything to me. i had so much fun writing it, so i hope youâll love it too. please, let me know with comments, reblogs (that also help reach more people), or anon. i love knowing what you think. enjoy! also if there are formatting mistakes please let me know cause iâve been having problems posting this and i copied it without editing it once again.
masterpost (with visuals and playlist) (i canât post the link or else the post doesnât show up in the tags, but you can find it on my profile)

Being number one in your academy isnât a want, but a need.
You didnât spend your entire life crafting your skills and splitting yourself between the books and the training room for all of that to be swept under the rug when you finally made it to your dream university; Neo Arts Academy.
Surely, with the prizes promised to those on top, you arenât the only one with that racing passion to drive you through each day. Tons of people try their best, and even put their health at risk to reach the biggest success, but you manage to focus on yourself and keep your life in a pretty healthy balance.
You managed to focus on you⌠until something, well, somebody, started to come into your way.
Lee Donghyuck, also known as Haechan, his stage name âif he ever made it big in the industry he wanted to be already known.
You never paid him much attention. Honestly, you never paid attention to anybody, your only goal was to take care of your small garden and top everybody else, but when his competitiveness got the best of him, you just couldnât push him in the back of your mind.
Apparently, his goals are the same as yours, and that isnât a nice thing considering how competitive your world is. You first truly glanced at him during a songwriting lesson, when he huffed a bit too loudly behind you while he announced to his friend, probably named Mark, that he sucked at writing songs. However, you only chuckled mindlessly that time and went on with your day.
That was your first year there and everything went fine. Then the second year arrived and you applied for your minor degree in dance and that was when Donghyuckâs presence started to be louder. You had nothing against him, but you quickly learned he couldnât stand you for some reason. Rumours were quick at flying around, being passed from mouth to ear and you knew them.
You simply couldnât care.
Yet.

Haechan doesnât hate you. He could never do that. After all, he doesnât even know you. But he does know something about you. He knows your name, and how it is always on top of his in any ranking. He knows you will always win the contests he wants to win so badly. He knows you are good at theory and practice. He knows he just canât win with you.
He also knows nothing can touch you. Not because you are unreachable and believe youâre superior to others. Actually, you are very modest about all your academic success, but you always walk straight on your road with the goal perfectly in the line of view.
Haechan doesnât hate you. Though, lately, he has a strange feeling in his body every time he sits at his desk to study and his only motivation is to surpass you. Nothing different than the first months there, he got pretty soon you were going to be a tough but nice competitor, but fuck he never imagined you would be so hard to beat. Now that after a year he never won or got the top grade and always came second after you, you arenât motivating him, you are driving him insane.
He doesnât have many distractions, but he has friends, some hobbies outside of university, and even a part-time job. But you? Is there something that is distracting you? Is there anything that could distract you? He has no idea, not now that he is watching you walk into the room, ready for the classical ballet history class âyes, of course out of all the minors, you had to choose hisâ and sit a few rows in front of him, all alone as always, taking out your lilac book note and your pen.
Haechan has no idea, but he is going to find out something that can easily distract you and push out of your path.

You know people think of university as a moment to socialise, but being on your own has never been a problem for you. You have contacts with some of your hometown friends, and most importantly, you donât mind doing things alone; you can go to the cinema when you want, you can pick whatever restaurant you like, you can take a walk, or stay at home.
Youâve always been comfortable in your bubble, and youâd like to keep it that way, but life has strange plans.
âDamn, always on a rush.â You recognize Haechanâs voice, but you donât bother turning around because youâre sure heâs not addressing you. You think itâs weird heâs sitting next to you, but you blink the surprise away and grab your tablet from your bag. âWhoever put music theory at 8:30 in the morning on a Monday needs to go to jail.â
You chuckle at his comment, subtly rolling your eyes before opening the note app to go where you left it in the previous lesson.
âYou write a lot.â This time youâre quite sure heâs talking to you, so your neck turns to look at him and you find him closer than youâd like him to be.
âI annotate, itâs just the essentials.â
He scans the notes quickly before scoffing. âThe essentials? I donât write as half as that.â
âWell, I think this is essential, but we all work differently,â while youâre answering him, you donât even notice that his friend is not beside him, and you get lost in him for a second, mostly in the scent thatâs filling your nostrils now that his brown jacket is so close to you.
âThe professor talks too fast, how the fuâ how do you get everything?â He stops himself from cursing and backs away, finally making you breathe some air that is not filled with his intoxicating perfume.
âI rewrite phrases. And, to be sure, I record the lessons, so I can re-listen to them in case something doesnât make sense when I study them. And then I also re-write the notââ
âYou record the lessons?â He almost snarls with his eyes bulging out of his skull as he, once again, stands too close to you.
âIs it illegal?â Your head tilts to the side as genuine curiosity blooms on your face.
âNo, itâs⌠itâsâŚâ he sighs, throwing his head back and cursing something under his breath in a tight dialect you donât recognize. âI never thought about it.â
âOh, well, it helps me a lot. Sometimes when Iâm too tired to read I just play the lessons and memorize stuff while I do other things,â you smile, moving your hair to one side of your neck before grabbing the pen when the professor walks in. âYou should try.â
âOh, you can be sure I will.â
Haechan canât be so stupid. He canât believe he can be so stupid. Why didnât he ever, ever, think about that? Thatâs a smart idea, better than crying and cursing when he tries to understand what he wrote down on paper when he revisits the notes, or asking Mark if he wrote some phrases he had marked down with several question marks or dots to fill âdots that he never fills.
But heâs still sure he canât be a terrible student, he had always been on top of his classes, always aced them and his study method worked⌠but what if yours worked better? Given the results of the past year, and the start of this one, the answer is clear: yours do work better.
But he doesnât think that itâs the only reason you are beating him in everything. What if you have other tricks?
Haechan is going to find out.

You always believed your only competition was yourself. You never liked to engage with other people and fight them or fear them. But Haechan had given you no choice.
It was an open threat at you when he purposefully told you a different day to turn in an assignment when you were sick, you had no choice but to fight back.
That was when Haechan truly became your rival. He had always been, you two were always at the top, fighting for the first place and the big prizes, but now it was a matter of pride.
Haechan had officially made it on top of your blacklist, at least he could arrive number one in something, not like there was a big competition to be in there, in fact, you didnât even have one before he pushed your last nerve.

Fucking it up with you wasnât Haechanâs plan, he wanted to befriend you and trick you into giving him some magic tricks, but things went⌠wrong. With Mark by his side, it was impossible to sit next to you. During songwriting you got up and sat on another seat in the middle of the lesson with the excuse of ânot seeing from afarâ, and he couldnât approach you in any other circumstances. So, when you got sick for three days, he thought he could, for once, steal your spotlight.
He wasnât sure you were sick, but he was sure enough you werenât going to miss lessons days to study or work on projects; you never needed extra time, unfortunately, he knew it well. So the only thing that could lock you in your place was an illness of some kind. He did feel bad when you came back four days later and asked him if you missed something, he could see you still werenât at your best, and he couldâve tried his luck by telling you the truth, hoping that the precarious state you were in was going to make you come up with a terrible essay on an instrument of the 18th century, but his eagerness got the best of him, and he lied.
So he had officially screwed his plan of getting closer to you.
âYou are an asshole,â you scream, slamming the books in front of him on the table in the garden, not caring about his friends staring at you in shock. âAnd donât look at me with that face of âI donât know what youâre talking aboutâ because you know what Iâm referring to.â
âI donât, thoughâŚâ he whispers, trying to keep a distance between you because you look scary âhalf bent on the table, furrowed forehead, pointing fingerâ and he thinks you are very motivated to reach over his neckline and strangle him.
You roll your eyes, groaning in annoyance. âYou told me Professor Kim left an essay for Monday, I thought I could use the weekend to do an amazing job and he called me to his office because I was three days late.â
Haechan gulps, and the table goes silent, you feel his friendsâ gazes on you but they are the last thing in your mind.
âMind to explain?â
âI⌠I didnât do it on purpose?â
âYou have to ask me if you are an asshole because your mother didnât put a brain in your skull?â
âHey, take it back!â He warns with a pointing finger, glaring at you. Â
âNo,â you retort, crossing your arms on your chest and standing up straight. âYou sabotaged me.â
âYou are making things up. Maybe you should be in the creative writing major,â Haechan taunts, a shit-eating grin on his face. Â
You gasp offended, clenching your fists to avoid wrapping your hands around his neck. âYou â you â ugh,â you huff. âThis paper was graded! And you knew it, itâs part of the mid-course work he adds to our final grade. Why would you do that to me?â
âYou think I did that on purpose?â
âWhen did you turn it in?â You ask and when his eyes widen you scream at his face. âSee! You turned it on time. I fucking hate you!â
âI didnât answer,â he tries to defend, a challenging edge in his voice, getting to your nerves more than the look on his face.
âFirst of all, I can see it in your face. Youâre trying to look surprised and even scared, but youâre having the time of your life because, guess what, you canât surpass me if you donât play your stupid games.â
He snorts offended, gulping before leaning closer. âYou think I canât beat you?â
âItâs not what I think, itâs what the rankings say, itâs what our professors say, and itâs what all the external opportunities Iâve got say. But if you want to try to prove facts wrong, bring it on,â you shrug, grabbing your things and taking a step back. âNo more dirty games from now on, Lee Donghyuck. Trust me, you donât want me to start playing them too, you might not even see the top three if I do.â

The months to come are fire. You should keep minding your business but as soon as he opens his mouth in class you canât press your lips together and fake it. You try, every time, but you fail.
âI just mean that the melody is what attracts people,â he argues during a discussion in the songwriting class.
You huff, shaking your head. âPeople care about the lyrics more.â
He scoffs loudly and the professor glares at him for the reaction but he still goes on. âPeople wonât listen to a song if the production sucks.â
You turn around, eyebrows pressed in a furrow. âAnd they wonât listen to a song if the lyrics are dumb, or tell a bad message.â
âReally? Catchy pop music is a thing even if you want so badly to maintain the purity of the art of music with only lyrical depth.â
âI love catchy pop songs, but thereâs something objective in music and something subjective, if you paid attention to any of our classes you should know, right?â
The class holds back a laugh and the professor coughs, making you utter an apologize, more addressed to her than your enemy.
âOh, trust me, I paid attention to class,â he retorts, mockingly smiling at you. âAnd weâre not talking about the quality but the appeal. People remember the rhythm of the song or the tune more than they remember the words.â
âAnd words can hold so much meaning for someone they will stick to them forever. Also, lyrics can have different interpretations and if youâre a good writer you can make one song fit for more occasions.â
âThatâs dumb,â he says, looking at you up and down after scoffing. âNotes can transfer different emotions, what you said just doesnât make sense, please.â
âCan we tone it down?â Professor Park warns, glaring at the both of you.
You nod and mutter another apology before speaking up again, âI believe that a good melody can easily attract people at first listen, but if we talk about the long run, a memorable song also needs good lyrics. And Mariah Carey herself said how being a songwriter makes your career last more, so I think itâs telling coming from one of the best voices ever.â
âI think you both make a great point,â the professor cuts the conversation off before you can jump at each otherâs throat again. âIt would be interesting to make a deeper analysis and maybe break down songs and compare data over time. If it was possible to keep the decorumâŚâ she whispers the last word and you want to disappear because you hate the scene you gave. âBut we need to move on with our lesson, so, as I was sayingâŚâ

Out of all the heated discussions you had in class, the one about the importance of production and lyrics, led to your worst nightmare, working on a project with him. Professor Park was so nice to pair you together because she wanted to see how your different points of view wouldâve worked in the song you had to write and produce and even if you smiled and said, âit will be really motivating,â to avoid yelling at her face, now you want to die.
Youâre sure the first two knocks on the door donât even reach the other side; your hits are too weak and the small apartment in that complex is too loud for anyone to hear. Is this the environment you have to work in today?
You roll your eyes and knock again, this time making sure itâs impossible for them not to hear you. You wait there only for a few seconds and then the door opens, revealing a boy your age you canât remember.
âOh, hi,â he cheers, big toothy smile beaming at you. âYou must be here for Hyuck, right?â
You hum, nodding and murmuring, âYes, I have to work on a project with Haechan.â
âCome in.â
You step inside the house and look around briefly before your eyes fall on the table in the small living room; there are books everywhere, headphones on the ground, boxes of food and empty water bottles, and most importantly talks too loud for four boys that were supposedly studying.
âMark, can you lower the music?â
âMusic is what Iâm studying, I canât,â the man you know well replies. âWhy donât you keep your pencil close to you? Jesus, thereâs graphite everywhere.â
âYouâre so annoying, I canât go in my room, Jeno still didnât take down the light boxes,â the brown-haired replies, sending a death glare to the boy at his side who quickly replies to his defence. Â
âHey, I finished shooting half an hour ago and now I have an essay to write, leave me alone.â
âTheyâre entertaining, arenât they?â Haechanâs voice brings you out of the haze of his bickering friends, their conversation fades in the background while your anger level rises just seeing his face when you turn around.
âSurely more entertaining than you,â you retort before taking a step forward, pretending to know where to go in that house.
Haechan rolls his eyes, thanking his friend who opened the door âJaeminâ and coming next to you. âYou donât know where my room is yet, so if youâd like to follow me.â
You trail behind him, waving at the men around the table but itâs clear that none of them even noticed your presence. Luckily for you, Donghyuckâs room is at the end of the corridor and the mess that goes down in the other room is not hearable enough to make your day a living hell.
âSo, do you have anything in mind?â He asks after you sit at one of the chairs at his desk.
You shake your head, fixing your skirt and pulling out some things you might need from your bag. âWanted to hear from you first. Since the melody is so crucial, we should start from that,â you mock in a fake-sweet tone, and you feel his glare on your skin.
âYou truly are a pain in the ass, you know?â He scoffs, moving his hair out of his face, gaze fixed on you.
âAnd for what? Because I agreed with your theory?â
âIf you have a melody in mind itâs easier to make the words flow.â
âIf the melody has nothing to do with the idea, you only have some notes and not a song.â
Now that there arenât rows of chairs dividing you, the heated argument has led you face to face, literally. And you feel your heart pound in your chest from the anger and, also because itâs weird to be this close to a stranger you canât stand.
âOkay, Miss Taylor Swift, why donât you enlighten me and show me what you got?â
You glare at him but heâs unfazed, holding the eye contact proudly. âMy lyrics will be better than your production.â
âAnd are those lyrics in the room with us?â
âGod,â you groan, throwing your hands in the air and your head back. âYou drive me insane.â
âAnd you are pretentious and still never prove all the things that that little, bratty, annoying mouth of yours says.â
Deep creases show on your forehead, and you have to turn around because if you see his face for a second more you will slap him. But you want this project done, you have four weeks to turn it in, but you want this torture to be over as soon as possible, so you know you have to put the pettiness aside.
âIf we want a great result and good grades, we need good lyrics and a good melody,â you say, calmly facing him again, slowly watching as his face softens. âMy words and your production. I donât care what comes to us first, if you think it can be useful, we could even brainstorm some tunes and catchphrases and then build it around it.â
âNow youâre making some sense,â he exclaims, smiling widely before patting the top of your head. âSo that head is not empty.â
âOh, seriously? Iâm trying to have a truce, and you fuck it all up again?â
âNo, sorry, I just think youâre really smart when it comes to college but a bit annoying when it comes to life.â
âYouâre just mad you canât beat me.â
âI can,â he retorts smugly. Â
âThen why donât you do it?â You tease, cocking your head to the side.
Haechan scoffs, lips twitching in a quick smirk before he wets them. âI didnât yet, but are you so sure I wonât?â He whispers, breath colliding with your lips and nose brushing yours, your brain doesnât even register his hands on your legs right away, only when his fingers caress your bare skin right above the hem you wake up from the haze of having him so close.
âTime will â time will prove us,â you say, turning to the desk and scratching your neck. âTime will tell us, not prove us.â
Haechan snickers, moving closer to see on your tablet where you opened the notes, and smiles smugly. He thinks he found a way to distract you.

The project isnât done in the first week, and to put a cherry on top, Professor Park decides to make it the big project for the end of the class, adding a cover for the single, a plan to sponsor it, and, if someone feels brave enough, even to record it. Even if you wanted to, a thing this big, and now with so much weight on the final grade, canât be done in one week.
Yet, you think youâll have to deal with Haechan only on your weekly meet-ups for that project and during lessons, you never imagined you would have to deal with him even during your library study on Wednesday.
âWhy are you studying in the middle of the week?â
âYou know, if I had to replicate a sound every time we start a conversation it would be âand now, I just want to sit back and relax and enjoy my evening, when all of a sudden I hear this agitating grating voice,â and that is the sound that plays in my mind, actually.â
âGrating? Really?â
âWell, itâs the quote but it fits,â you reply sternly, bringing your attention back to the book. âAlso, the question is not, why am I studying, but why arenât you? How will you beat me if you donât?â You wink, laughing under your breath. You donât even need to see his reaction; you know his jaw tenses and his nostrils flare for a brief second every time you tease him.
You hear the chair in front of you scratch on the floor, and deeply hope heâs not sitting on it. But Haechan is sitting on it, staring at you as if he could steal the information from your brain and pass it to his.
âI am studying.â
âNo, youâre not,â you reply, eyes widening when he rips a page from your notebook and a pen from your case. âSo, what have you learned since now?â
You fight the urge to roll your eyes to the sky and instead run a hand on your face while sighing deeply. Thereâs just no way to get rid of him, right?
âYou donât even know what Iâm studying.â
âSound design,â he replies promptly, and you look down to see if he couldâve gotten a grasp from your books but thereâs a paper on it and thereâs not much written on it. Haechan smiles and moves to the chair next to you. âItâs because I started it too, there are too many notions, it would be a suicide to wait for the finals.â
âOh, so you do something else other than think about me,â you tease, nudging him with your leg.
âHey! I donât think about you,â he replies firmly, frowning.
âSure,â you huff, waving him off. âSo, what do you know?â
âWell, all the basis we learnt last year, so the definition of sound, the path it follows, how itâs perceived based on the medium and how fast it travels through them, slowest through gases, faster through liquids, and fastest through solids, and that temperature effects it as well.â
You smile, content with the reply but you want to test him more. âWhat about the five characteristics of sound?â
âYou think thatâs a difficult one?â He asks, almost disappointed at the easiness of your question.
âWell, if you want to impress me so bad, I could ask you to list all the types of compressors?â
âYou already know that?â He questions, quirking a brow, trying to think why he doesnât remember them. âWait, we didnât do that in class.â
You laugh. âSee, youâre witty. No, we havenât done that yet, but since you love producing so much, I thought you knew it as personal knowledge.â
âWhy do you talk as if you donât want to do the same job as mine?â Thereâs a bit of annoyance in his tone, but thereâs genuine curiosity in his eyes.
You shrug, pressing your lips together before diverting your gaze.
Haechan gasps. âDonât tell me you donât know what you want to do, yet, because I wonât believe it.â
âItâs not that I donât know,â you reply, a low huff leaving your lips. âIâd like to try different things out, being a PR manager sounds interesting too. And Iâm also pretty good at dancing, so that could be a career path.â
âItâs a shame we didnât start practical courses, I would love to see you dance.â
âYeah, sure, so you can mock me some more,â you groan.
He shakes his head. âNo, you wouldnât enroll in a program if you werenât absolutely perfect at it, so I canât come at your skills.â
âYouâre so kind, I think I might love you,â you mock, moving closer to him and pouting before pushing him away with a light push on his chest and focusing on your papers again.
âAnd by the way, I know the characteristics of sound,â he says, right next to your face. Â
You smile and think to yourself that this might be fun. âGood, go on and tell me.â

You donât get why Haechanâs roommate bicker so much. Not that you could lecture them when, as soon as you walk inside his room, your talks wonât be much different than theirs (worse, probably). But you think you and Haechan, at least, have a reason to fight so much. His roommates are⌠weird. They are close. They all are, in an annoying way almost, always moving in packs and breaking their back to meet up even if their institutes are scattered around in the Academy. Yet, they get heated pretty easily when they sit in the living room, and you can only blame it on stress as you chuckle, standing against the countertop with a glass of water in hand.
âDonghyuck left you all alone?â Jeno enters the kitchen, distracting you from Renjun screaming at his painting and Mark cursing while he tries to come up with a melody for a small assignment you decided to not worry about âyou have Haechan to worry about now.
âYep, told me to be here at 2 pm just to be in the shower instead,â you reply with a tight smile on your face that makes him laugh and scroll the black hair out of his face.
âMy fault,â he explains while pouring himself a glass. âI convinced him to stay at the basketball field when we finished and he couldnât meet up with you smelling like rotten leftovers forgotten under the august sun.â
âCreative writing?â You ask after you chuckle at his description.
âNope, photography, Renjunâs worst nightmare.â
You laugh. âItâs because you leave all those big things around his room, right?â
âOur room,â he says, empathising on the first word.
âOkay, communism king, your room but I donât think your comrade is happy about it.â
Jeno laughs, and hums before gulping down a sip of water. âIâm not rich yet to afford a studio so heâll have to deal with his bestie working, sweating, and crying his way to the top.â
âYou couldâve been a nepo baby and have everything handed to you.â
âSucks not to be one. I wouldnât even bother being in Uni, just leaving my best life with my camera and daddyâs money.â
âWhat the hell are you talking about?â Haechan says entering the kitchen, hair still damp and casual housewear on.
âNone of your business,â you reply, placing the glass in the sink and walking to the door. âCome on, we have a song to create. It could be our first Billboard number one.â
Haechan sighs, snatching the bottle of water from Jenoâs hand, briefly confused at his grinning face, and then follows you quickly.
âAre you trying to hit on my friends?â He asks, closing the door behind.
âWould you mind?â
âYes, Iâd hate having to deal with you in our group hangouts.â
âYou already deal with me. More than you should since you always come to me even when we could not be together,â you say, tilting your head to the side, and sitting on your assigned chair. âAre you perhaps jealous? Do you want me all to yourself?â
âNah, you can go and fuck all of them right noââ
âOkay,â you donât even let him finish and youâre at the door, but he springs after you and stops you.
âWhat are you doing? I was kidding!â
âWhy? Since when you can tell me what to do?â
Haechan groans and drags you back to your place, but he doesnât sit just yet, heâs bent over to be close to you. âI need you here with me to work on this goddam song, and then you can go and have a gangbang in the living room, I donât care.â
âYouâd be mad you wonât be part of it,â you joke, having the time of your life watching his pissed-off expression as he stomps loudly back at his place. âAccept that you will never win with me, and maybe you wonât be so triggered every time we talk.â

âShit, itâs late,â you murmur, lifting your head from the lyrics youâre trying to write down. Now you got the theme âitâs a love song that you hope wonât turn lameâ and even a faint idea of a tune, and while Haechan tried to get inspired by other songs and tried instruments he wants to add to the track, you worked on the words.
âDonât you think weâre trying too hard?â He whispers, placing the guitar on his bed before standing up and stretching.
âWhat do you mean?â You ask, lifting your neck so you can look at him after you turn around on the rotating chair.
âMusic should come to you, it should be⌠spontaneous.â
Youâd want to roll your eyes, mostly for the spontaneous part, but heâs right. Most artists donât think about the songs they make, the song comes to their mind when theyâre not thinking about it.
âYes, but do you think weâre doing such a shitty job with this?â
He shakes his head, walking closer to you. âNot totally, I just think that if we want to be on top, we have to work around it differently.â
You gulp when he hovers over you and grips the side of the chair tightly. âLike?â
âWe should⌠relax. Take our mind off of it and just wait for it to come,â he glances at the desk, studying the crumpled tries you gave up on and the only three phrases you were happy with written on the tablet. âWe should get inspired,â he whispers, and youâre once again so focused on his face that you donât feel his hand on your thigh, under the long black skirt youâre wearing, it surely mustâve been on you for a while if the fabric was already crumpled up and his fingers teased the hem of your panties between your hips and stomach.
âIs â is this how you inspire people?â You ask, glancing down with a rising chest but for some reason not pulling away.
âDonât know, Iâve never done it before,â he chuckles, slowly moving closer to your core, observing the small signs of your body. âShould we see if it works?â
You hate him. You should be working on that lyric for the last half hour you have left. You hate him. Heâs making it impossible for you to stick to your âminding my businessâ plan that had worked through all your school years. You hate him, you do, and yet you nod, humming a feeble âyes,â in response.
âGood,â rolls out of his lips, and it sounds so different from his usual tone, you canât help but feel hot.
Your nails sink in the chair when his fingers slip right against your clit after he had your consent and starts teasing it.
âSo, itâs a love songâŚâ he says, and you frown, heart pumping louder as for a second you think he led you on and you looked like a pathetic horny loser, but his hand is still playing with your pussy and his face is still close to yours. âChose that because you have somebody in mind?â
âWe literally picked it for a reason last week, you ââ
âGod,â he shushes you up, pushing the panties to the side and teasing your entrance, itâs already damp, but not enough how he wants it. âCan you stop being so rational for once? I know why we picked it; remember Iâm trying to inspire you.â
âWait, you really think some fingering can inspire me to write a love soââ your words shut down when he places a hand on your mouth, eyes widening but pussy leaking an embarrassing amount of cum.
He quirks a brow in surprise and, shortly after, a smug smirk curls his lips. âOh, so youâre into that?â
You canât reply, but even if you couldâve, youâre not sure you wouldâve said anything.
âSo, anybody in mind?â
You shake your head. Your love life has been anything but exciting, and after a few tries, you were sure it wasnât what you needed to focus on, especially because nobody sparked your interest. Nobody was worth moving your focus from your studies.
âGreat, so I guess thatâll have to be me.â
âWhat?â You mutter muffled, closing your legs and moving on the chair.
Haechan rolls his eyes in his skull, keeping you in place. âOh, come on, you can fake it for a few minutes. Donât act disgusted, Iâm knuckle-deep inside you,â he says.
âNot yet.â
âIâm knuckle-deep inside you,â he retorts after he pushes into you with two fingers, staring right into your eyes.
You bite back a moan and a curse under your breath. âFine, but I donât want to think,â you say. âJust, prove it to me. If youâre good, Iâll be inspired and Iâll come up with the lyrics, if you suck, weâll go back to our original method.â
Haechan hates that he constantly has to prove things to you, and he hates even more that he does it, almost as if heâs your dog and he has to follow your orders while you keep him on a leash. But if this will work to come up with a great song, and in his outer-songwriting-course-plan to distract you, he wonât complain.
Honestly, he couldnât complain even if it only meant to finger you. He might want to fight you every time he sees your face but, damn, what a face.
âShit,â you moan. You donât want to give him too much satisfaction, but he knows what heâs doing and itâs been way too long since someone touched you like that. Damn, even since you touched yourself like that. Maybe the whole âstaring at your goalsâ was taking some funny things away from you.
âDo you want to turn the song into a Hozier song?â
You huff, you just asked him one thing and his mouth is running again doing the opposite. âYou wish you were this good to inspire a Hozier type of song.â
âReally?â He taunts, pressing his thumb on your clit, starting to tease the throbbing nub in circles.
âYes,â your voice trembles, but your face shows confidence.
Haechan snickers, quickening the pace of his fingers, watching you fight against yourself to not show how much youâre loving it. âOne second of this mouth on your pussy and Iâd make you change your mind,â he whispers right against your ears, hot breath fanning your skin. âItâs a shame you donât deserve it.â
You groan, head rolling back in disappointment, and that makes him laugh.
âYou have to think twice before running that mouth, babe. Especially with me.â
âNever,â you talk back, opening your eyes and regretting as soon as they meet his. His gaze is too intense, and your brain is too far gone to keep it up.
Haechan only grins, enjoying your wrecked face and the sounds your pussy is making as his fingers keep working on you. You might try to deny him, but your body is speaking to him, and deeply so are you. Itâs in your eyes, and your lips trembling, and in the beautiful moans that are rolling out of your tongue.
âAre you close, brat?â
You donât have it in you to complain, or retort, the orgasm is right around the corner and you fear he would ruin the experience if you said something out of line.
âAnswer me,â he orders, lightly slapping your thigh.
âYes,â you breathe out, biting your lower lip to prevent the whole house from hearing you.
âGood,â he replies, smiling proudly and starting to move faster in and out of you, hitting your sweet spot every time he reaches the base, and torturing your clit with his thumb. And when itâs too much for you, you come. Body trembling against the chair, and legs pushing up as the shocks of pleasure run through you.
âAcid when you talk but sweet to taste,â he hums after pulling out his fingers from his mouth and you only glare at him as you quickly try to get yourself together again.Â
âItâs late,â he says, staring at the clock. âGo home and let me know if this was useful somehow. And not by replaying it in your mind at night wishing I was there with you.â He winks and you slap his shoulder hard. âWhat the hell!â
âI wonât come up with anything on purpose, and I swear if you keep being so annoying, Iâll be terrible at this.â
âYou would never, this makes up like 80% of our final grade.â He challenges you with a glare. Â
âIf I go down, you go down with me,â you retort, face to face, fiercely looking into his eyes. Â
âItâs not smart of you.â
âIt doesnât have to be,â you smile sweetly before it drops from your face. âItâs a threat.â

Itâs not like youâre trying to avoid him after what happened, but thatâs exactly whatâs going on. You donât regret the act per se, you just canât believe it was so easy for you to agree to do that with him. And you know he will use it against you for eternity.
A very dumb move from your side to give him the possibility to tease you even more and about something you couldnât defend yourself from.
But if you try your best to change corridors when you see him from afar, walk quickly back to your dorm room, and sit on the opposite side in class (you fail at keeping your mouth quiet, but you need to discuss with him during lessons), it seems like heâs doing everything he can to be on your path.
âIâm starting to believe youâre a stalker,â you huff, clearly scaring him when you stop abruptly in the middle of the library and make him stop in his tracks.
âIâm not.â
You raise a brow, staring at him until he huffs and throws his hands up in the air. âFine, fine, I was following you but only because I wanted to know what you will study.â
âWhy do you care so much about what I study?â
âSo I know how to beat you?â
âIsnât it more exciting if you beat me only using your brain by putting some knowledge in it without seeing my cards?â You say, pushing a finger on his chest and making him walk backwards until his back hits the bookshelf behind him.
âI think sneaky games are funnier, though,â he whispers, hand moving to rest on your side. âEspecially with you.â
You scoff, rolling your eyes, and taking a step back, freeing yourself from his hold. âThe games youâre playing are not sneaky. Why are you always in my business?â
He shrugs. âWhy not? So, what are we studying today?â
âWe are not studying together.â
âWhy? Isnât it funny? The same study method, same hours, but one of us will be better than the other. Thatâs a truly equal comparison.â
You run a hand on your face and keep walking to find what you need. âIf you didnât distract me every two seconds, I wouldâve already been like five pages into my studying session.â
âOh, please, you are wondering around the library anyway. Iâm just keeping you company.â His body follows yours like a shadow, his heat radiating so close to your skin that you think you might go insane.
âI donât want your company,â you say, moving your eyes swiftly over the books in front of you as you try to find what you are looking for in the sociology section. When you finally find it, reminding yourself you have to buy it so you can annotate directly on yours, you walk back to your table, but Haechan is still beside you like a puppy on a string. âCanât you just leave me alone?â
âI could, and Iâd want to, but I canât,â he says, sitting at your side, smiling widely when you glare at him.
âThis is a useless lesson for you,â you try to dismiss him.
âIs it? Because we have the same ones.â
âJesus, okay, fine,â you give up, throwing your head back and raising your voice enough to make some heads turn in your direction. His biggest talent is to exasperate you. âBut we give ourselves a timing, and then when weâre done, weâll have to answer five questions.â
âAnd who answers to them all?â He asks, thereâs a taunting edge in his voice, and a grin on his face.
âIs the best,â you reply as if itâs obvious.
âYeah, but there should be a prize.â
âBeing better than you is the prize.â
Haechan scoffs, and he hates to admit in his mind that he finds your snarky remarks so fucking hot, if you werenât in a public library and if his job on earth wasnât to detest you, he wouldâve already had you bent on the table.
âI love how youâre always so sure of being better than me.â
You snicker and send him a flying kiss. âHoney, I am better than you.â

âWait, I just left out a detail!â You almost scream when you compare your answers for the nth time because you canât believe he has done slightly better than you.
âThat detail is important,â Haechan replies unfazed by your indignation.
âNo, itâs not. We would have the same score if this was graded,â you insist, feeling more angered than you should. Itâs nothing serious, it shouldnât be serious, but with him, thereâs your pride on the line.
âBut this is between me and you, so I win. Also, my phrasing in the second answer is better than yours.â
âShut up, itâs not.â
âIt is, and you just have to admit you lost,â he insists, leaning over, staring at you with a challenging raised brow. Â
You swallow, eyebrows furrowing, and then you sigh. âYour advantage is minimal. And you only won a battle, because Iâm winning a war.â
âFine, Napoleon, I still won and youâre coming to my place even Saturday so we can do this some more.â
âHey, Napoleon sucked! He lost the most important battles, the only ones he shouldâve won.â
âThatâs why I called you that,â he winks, clicking his tongue mockingly. Â
âOh, you think you will win the war? Youâre wrong, honey, Waterloo is yours.â
Haechan laughs, standing up after putting his things in his bag. âIâm waiting for you on SaturdayâŚâ he says and before you can complain he starts singing, âWaterloo, I was defeated, you won the warâŚâ
âOh, shut up!â You say, hitting his arm as you push him away, but he giggles and walks away continuing with the tune.
âWaterloo, promise to love you forevermore. Waterloo, couldnât escape if I wanted toâŚâ
And you think that if only he didnât try to sabotage your final grades in Music History, you might even find him funny.

Haechan hates you.
If he was sure he didnât before, he is sure that he does now.
He canât wrap his head around the fact that you, Miss zero social skills, and negative 100 friends, can be so good at debating. On every fucking topic. Youâre well-spoken, witty, smart, somehow it looks like you know everything about everything. And even when you donât know (and you always specify it â which he shouldnât find so hot, but he does) you always come up with perfectly thought theories and analyses coming from the small knowledge you have on the topic. The thing he also hates is that you never sound like youâre showing off your skills, itâs just really nice to listen to you and âwhen heâs not the one intervening against youâ youâre the sweetest person ever and everybody in every class absolutely adores you.
He wonders if youâre a robot. Maybe youâre some sort of artificial intelligence sent there to conduct studies on humansâ stupidity, and he was unlucky enough to start a fight with you. You just donât seem real. And heâd love to dig deeper but he doubts he will find anything relevant.
You might be smart, but you also look incredibly boring. He tried to find out if you had interests, or anything that could distract you, but his research led nowhere. The biggest problem is that he hates you, but not to the point that he wants to get you suspended from University, so he has to find another way to make you slip.
Apparently, youâre playing the same game, but even at this, you are thinking faster and smarter.
âWhere the fuck are all my anthropology notes?â Haechan mutters as he looks through his library, moving books and notebooks around, thinking he has gone insane. âMark!â He screams, rushing to the desk to search again but he knows where he left everything; on the second shelf of the small library in his room, on top of the music theory book that hasnât moved since a week.
âYes?â His housemate peaks from the door only with his head.
âDid you mistake our notes?â
âWhat notes?â Mark furrows, backing away from his friend who looks out of his mind.
âThe anthropology notes,â he says, voice full of annoyance because, why does Mark never know anything? Heâs in the same course and, yet, heâs always somewhere else with his head.Â
âMan, I donât even take notes during that lesson.â
âWhat do you mean you donât? Ugh, never mind,â Haechan groans, rolling his eyes because he canât believe he canât count on anybody. âHave you seen them somewhere?â
âNope,â Mark replies, entering the room. âI mean, I donât know what they look like.â
âYou know right we have a test tomorrow? The winter break is close, and some courses have it. You are studying, right?â
âYeah, just not everyâŚthingâŚâ
Haechan rolls his eyes, shaking his head. âWhy donât you like it? I mean, I know itâs not really music related but it teaches you so much about other cultures and thereâs a whole part about how music is different from culture to culture.â
âNext semester, we didnât get there, yet. Itâs a bunch of complicated terminology and theories I just donât get,â Mark defends. He never understood why Haechan loved studying so much. He is only there for the music, and a few other theoretical lessons, but some courses donât make any sense to him. Â
âSo you plan on being terrible tomorrow?â
âI just want a decent result; I donât strive for perfection like you and your girlie.â
Haechan almost chokes on his saliva. âMy girlie? Whoâs my girlie?â
âThat girl in class you always get into heated arguments with, and then she comes here and Iâm pretty sure you make out when no oneâs watching,â Mark says so calmly it infuriates Haechan more than if he was teasing him. Â
âShut the hell up! Sheâs my mortal enemy and while you have been paired with Yangyang for the song project, Professor Park thought it was nice putting her and me together.â
âYeah, you can still make out with your mortal enemy,â he snorts, hitting his friend with a playful elbow hit. Â
âMark, shut up and leave, I have to study,â he tries to cut short, pushing his friend out of the room. Â
âWith what notes?â
âI donât know. I left them on the shelf, and nobody entered my room since Saturday when she â Oh, my God.â

When your name resonates in the empty classroom after youâve taken the anthropology test, your blood freezes for a second.
âHaechannie,â you cheer cheekily, turning around and pushing your tote bag far up your shoulders.
âDonât,â he warns, lifting a finger to stop you from starting anything. âI have to talk to you.â
âSure, the test was easy, right? You might have beaten me this time,â you say but you have to hold back a laugh when you scan his furious, pissed-off expression.
âYeah, if you studied, it was,â he retorts venously. Â
âAnd you surely studied,â you say, faking innocence. Â
âYou can study when you have something to study on,â he says through gritted teeth.
âYes, and you do,â you still play dumb, but when he calls your surname, you know heâs not joking anymore. âYes?â
âDo you, perhaps, know where the fuck my notes are?â
You look around, shrugging. âWhere are your notes, Donghyuck?â
âI donât know, Iâm asking you for a reason,â he retorts, plastering a fake smile that doesnât reflect in the darkness of his pupils.
âThey mightâve mixed up with my stuff when you invited me over Saturday?â You sing-song, tilting your head to the side and shrugging.
âMightâve,â he repeats, a hint of bitterness in his tone. âIt was just a coincidence.â
You shrug again, pushing your lower lip in a pout. âSometimes⌠things happen.â
âAnd if it wasnât on purpose, why couldnât you just text me?â
âBecause I didnât notice,â you reply innocently, batting your lashes, knowing it will get on his nerves even more. Â
He groans, closing his eyes to calm himself down before he speaks again, âthen how do you know?â
âDonât know, just making assumptions,â you say. âIt turns out Iâm really good at it.â
âI swear, I â I want to⌠I want to ââ
âTo what? Choke me because I got my revenge? Oh, it turns out itâs really not that funny when someone plays with you?â You mock, and in doing so you get closer to him.
âGoddamn,â he groans before your back meets the hard wall of the room and his lips meet yours in a heated kiss, his hands on your body and yours limp at your side as youâre too shocked to react. âI want to â I want to kill you, actually.â
You smirk, chuckling straight at his face. âFilled the space with the wrong letter, âcause youâre kissing me.â
âMaybe my kiss is lethal, maybe thereâs poison on my lips.â
âOh, youâre so romantic youâd die for me?â You coo, placing a hand on your heart.
Haechan groans, throwing his head back. âWhy are you always so, so, so, God,â he curses, running his fingers in his hair. âI want my notes back, now.â
âI donât have them,â you say, grinning because he looks wrecked. You know it wasnât very morally mature for you, but it was only fair. Also, you know he doesnât arrive last minute with anything, he had already studied everything and youâre sure he had answered everything on that paper, he just couldnât revisit.
âMy notes back when you pass by for the project or itâs war.â
âItâs already war,â you retort when he walks past you to leave. Â
Haechan turns around, locking his gaze with yours. âOh, honey, it can get so much worse than this.â

You felt like testing your luck when his notes werenât back on his desk, but you had no idea it could get worse than that, until it got.
When he deleted an essay from your computer and you had to remake and finish the work of five days in five hours, so you cancelled a project he was working on for another assignment you had. And then he erased the recording of a course from your phone, so you ripped his notebook in front of his eyes (and his roommates too). The list of petty things is long, and youâre not really proud (youâre sure not even Haechan is) of what you did, especially when things started becoming personal. You two want to destroy each other, but you are honestly just killing yourselves in the meantime.
Your book slams closed so hard that you almost zip your hands in it, and by protecting your fingers you lose track of where youâve been. âGet lost,â you whisper bitterly as soon as you recognize the hand that did that.
âNo thanks,â he replies, sitting next to you.
âIâm trying to read a book in the quiet of the library, so can you leave me alone?â
âItâs a public space, I can sit wherever I want,â he replies, leaning back into the chair, and widening his legs under the table. You know âcause you feel his knee push against yours and you have to retract your leg to avoid the contact. Â
You glare at him, breathing deeply through your nose because you canât make a scene here. You two almost got kicked out of a class two days ago, and that was humiliating enough. So, you think that ignoring him is the best thing you can do.
âWow, so you have a bit of self-control and donât talk back. Never thought Iâd see that day,â he replies sarcastically to your silence with an amused grin that curls his lips.
You hold back a scream and huff loudly, âI truly need you to get fucked right now.â
âNevermind,â he jokes, pulling a tight forced smile and you close the book again, now too annoyed to even focus on the words on the paper. âI came here in peace, by the way.â
âYeah, your peace is war in my country,â you reply bitterly, trying to shift away but those damn chairs make the loudest sounds at the smallest movements. Â
âThatâs because youâre full of prejudices.â
You inhale deeply, rubbing your temple to soothe the headache you know is about to arrive. âHaechan, tell me what you want and then leave me alone.â
He smiles, happy you are finally willing to listen, before he clears his throat. âOkay so, I have to say that some of this is funny. I mean, only the debates and these random talks, but Iâm not the biggest fan of all the other stuff weâre doing, so why donât we bring it back?â
âBring it back? As in?â You question, raising a brow in confusion.
âI liked it better when we would just compete without tearing ourselves down. If you cancel, ruin, or save one of my projects with the word boobs in it before sending it to the professor another time, I will go insane.â
You hold back a chuckle. You have to admit it was your lowest move, but it was quite funny when Professor Choi had a whole talk in class about being careful before sending out finished projects and exposed him in front of the class.
âNo, it wasnât funny,â he mutters sternly, watching you fight with all the muscles of your face to donât break into a laugh.
âNo, sorry, it was,â you defend, voice trembling, threatening a chuckle to come out. âLike Iloveboobsdemo1 is the best thing Iâve ever come up with. That could be the title of our song.â
âIf you want to get expelled from all the academies in the world that would be a perfect idea,â he says, trying to be serious because seriously it wasnât funny, but when you stare into each otherâs eyes for too long none of you two can hold back the laughter anymore. âOkay, fine. It was funny, but I donât want that to happen again.â
âSo? Do you give up?â You taunt, tilting your head after placing it on your palms.
âIâm not giving up, we are changing strategies of our combat.â
âOh, okay. You will lose anyway in the end, so if this can be more beneficial for me in the meantime, itâs fine.â
He sighs, rubbing his temples, and you chuckle. âDonât laugh,â he whispers distraught. âI⌠could you sometimes at least pretend to give me some kind of chance of winning with you and not feeling like youâll always have the last laugh?â
âI just replied.â
âNo, a reply wouldâve been âYes, Haechan, donât worry, we can change it.â
âToo wordy,â you comment, waving him off with a movement of hand.
âYou said like ten words more,â he replies, voice breaking in his throat in a whine, but you decide to act as if you donât notice. Â
âIt still flowed better. See, thatâs why the lyrics are in my hands. Youâre really not good with words.â
âYou keep doing that,â he groans, slamming a hand on the table, attracting some curious eyes on you before you glare them away. âBut itâs fine, okay, so⌠no more dirty games? No more sabotaging?â
âYes, no more. Well, not like this, but we can still play a bit, right?â You ask, retracting your hand right when youâre about to hold his to seal the deal.
âYes, but nothing weird, or you know what I mean.â
You hum, reaching out again and shaking his hand. âItâs a deal, then?â
âItâs a deal.â

The deal somehow turns into Haechan always being next to you. Heâs like a shadow, sitting next to you in class, studying with you in the library, and so on. You donât mind him when he minds his business, but he rarely does. Especially during lessons when you need to focus on what the professors are saying.
You roll your eyes when Haechan sneaks a paper next to your notebook and you read âhow would a dog wear pantsâ with two badly drawn different options on it.
âDoes it look like the right moment?â You whisper under your breath, side-eyeing him, and trying to keep your focus on the lesson. You see him nod and decide to mark the second option, thinking that heâd be happy with it, but he has the urge to hear a whole dissertation on something that will never happen, right now.
âWhy?â He asks as if youâre not in the middle of a lecture.
âNot now.â
âBut this lesson is boring,â he whines, poking your side with his elbow. Â
You huff, covering it with a cough when you realize it is too loud, and then take a sip from your bottle of water.
âYou didnât answer,â Haechan insists, this time poking your arm with the cap of the pencil.Â
âI picked one,â you mutter, pointing at the paper with your head. Â
âElaborate and change my mind.â
âYou think itâs the first one?â You say in disbelief, the utter shock causing the tone of your voice to be louder than you expected.
âAny problems there?â The Professor asks, and you feel your blood freeze.
âMh, no, nothing, my pen has no more ink, I was asking for another one,â you lie, thanking God you two are sitting far in the back of the class and the Professor canât hear and canât see that your pen isnât dead at all. So, with a suspicious nod, the middle-aged man goes on with the lecture while Haechan giggles beside you.
You glare at him, and he shrugs raising his hands. âIf you kept quiet, it wouldnât have happened.â
âIf you let me concentrate on the lesson instead of asking dumb questions, it wouldnât have happened,â you retort, and he laughs under his breath again, but doesnât ask more questions. He still ruins your notes with ugly flowers and other drabbles and you let him be because at least heâs being silent and paying attention.
âSo, you really are giving up,â you say when the bell rings and the class starts emptying.
âWhat makes you think that?â He asks, putting his things in his bag, just like you.
âYou didnât write anything down.â
Haechan shrugs. âWhy would I? I have your notes.â
âNo, you donât,â you say but before you can realize he rips the notebook from your hands and snaps a picture of the two pages you wrote. âHey! Thatâs not fair. Thatâs my work.â
âYour amazing summarizing skills and my artistic skills. I donât gift beautiful sunflowers to just anybody.â
âBeautiful sunflowers?â You snicker, starting to walk down the stairs, pushing the notebook into your bag as Haechan follows at your side. âIf Renjun saw them he would have a heart attack.â
âCanât compare Vang Gogh to Picasso.â
âKeep Picasso out of your mouth,â you say threateningly.
âStill, arenât you happy you will think of me while studying?â He bats his lashes, and you hold back an entertained grin.
âCanât wait to go through the absolute most painful ulcers every time I glance down on those things.â
He gasps offended, bringing a hand on his chest. âSee, this is what happens when you spend all your days on socials and your brain doesnât know how to appreciate real art anymore.â
âYou are so annoying, and distracting. Next time if you sit next to me, Iâll push you off the chair,â you warn, and only when a colder blow of wind hits you, you realize youâre walking back to your places together.
âRight!â He says and you think itâs the good time he leaves you alone, but no, heâs not done. âYou didnât explain why the dog would wear it only on its hind legs.â
âIs it really that serious? Why do you want to know so badly?â
âItâs funny. Iâm sick and tired of hearing you only discuss music, sociology, and the media and other stuff.â
You sigh. But you still have a bit to walk, so you might as well have to deal with him and his hypothesis about dogs. âBecause pants have to cover your lower body, so legs, and ass and everything else. If you wear them like the first option, half of the ass is out. And also, the back limbs correspond to our legs, weâre divided in half horizontally, not vertically.â
He doesnât reply right away, processing your answer. And you think you broke him.
âOh!â You exclaim. âZootopia, animals wear clothes like the second picture.â
âReally? You had a whole statement that made perfect sense and then you added a cartoon to your thesis?â
âBut it still makes sense,â you argue back. âAnd, most importantly, I made you agree with me,â you wink before stopping when you reach your complex.
âFine, fine, youâre right,â he gives up before looking behind you. âYou live here?â
You nod, searching for the keys in the tote bag, and you think itâs time to stop pretending thatâs Mary Poppinsâ bag and throw away some useless stuff.
âI thought there were only rooms here,â he states, looking at the big complex a few meters away from the university. Â
âThere are common dormitories, and then there are some one-room flats. I got one with a scholarship when I graduated. Itâs less expensive than an apartment and I get a small place all to myself.â
âOh,â he whispers. He doesnât know why he thought you had roommates. âSo, youâre alone, alone?â
âNo, you canât come in,â you say.
âI didnât ask that,â he frowns, offended you would even imply that. âI thought you⌠well, oh, never mind.â
âYes, Iâm alone, so I can do whatever the hell I want. If I want to cook, I cook. If I want to stay up all night to study, I do that. If I want to dry the clothes in the middle of the living room, that is also the bedroom and the kitchen, I do that.â
âIs it really that small?â
âItâs decent, I guess. Itâs spacious enough to live in it comfortably but not big to the point I have to waste days cleaning it.â
âMaybe we could study there, no loud roommates screaming in the living room.â
âI like the mess of your place, and Iâll be there Friday.â
Haechan rolls his eyes. âCome on, I hate the library. Canât we for once study at your place?â
âI never invited you to my studying sessions,â you groan.
âBut you love it.â
âNo.â
âYes, you have an orgasm every time you know something better than me.â
âPlease, shut up,â you wave him off, starting to walk away.
âI donât care, Iâll be here tomorrow,â he screams when youâre too far, clearly running away from him. Â
âAnd Iâll be at the library!â

You never go to the library, to be honest, you were just unlucky enough that the washing machine thought it was the right moment to leak all over the floor and Haechan found you at home with your coat on the couch, the tote bag next to the door and your jeans half soaked as you tried to fix the mess on the pavement.
From that moment, your meet-ups become more and more periodic, whether itâs at your place, his or at the library. You hate to admit it, but the competition drives you forward, and you love seeing his face every time you defeat him somehow.
âAre you busy this Saturday?â He asks while he strums with the guitar to come up with a chord progression for your song.
âYeah, why?â You reply, poking the cap of the pen to your cheeks, drifting your eyes on him.
âWant to go out with me?â
âWhat? Saturday is my day to study and do my things like I want to,â you say. It was the only day, along with Sunday, you had to fix all your notes without being wrecked from the lessons of the day, or listen to lessons while cleaning the house, and so on. You tried to squeeze everything there so Sunday could be your free day and you could dedicate it to your hobbies and to write for the magazine you worked for, nothing too serious, just some money to add to the survival costs that your parents would send you, and the monthly entrance you had when you would get called to help a dance studio downtown.
âGreat, weâre going out tomorrow.â
You huff, slumping back on the chair. âNo, weâre not. Iâm busy.â
âYou can take one afternoon for me,â he replies, placing the instrument next to him. âCome on, it will be fun.â
âWhere would you even take me?â
Haechan smirks. âItâs a surprise.â
When Saturday afternoon arrives, you donât know how to feel. You spent the whole night trying to find a positive thing about it, and the good thing is that for once you are leaving the house to do something funny âyou hoped soâ not all by yourself. The bad thing is that the person you are going to do this thing with is Haechan.
You try not to worry about it too much, heâs not that bad when he wants to, and heâs funnier than youâd like to admit, so maybe taking a small break from the obsessive studying and tidying, will do you some good.
When you hear the knocks on the door, you grab your coat and your bag and head to open it.
âHi,â he says. âAnything to fix before we leave?â
âDonât say that, they will hear you and break all together.â
Haechan laughs, briefly looking at your body, mostly covered because itâs still cold outside and you have way too many layers on you. âToy Story for home appliances?â
âYeah, that would be my life,â you reply, closing the door behind you and walking outside of the complex. âSo, where are you taking me?â
âI told you, itâs a surprise,â he says. âDonât expect anything big, I just donât want to hear you nag about it.â
âHey, I appreciate almost everything.â
âYeah, itâs the almost that worries me,â he says. âHop in the car.â
âYou have a car?â
âYeah, itâs right in front of your eyes,â he answers, gesturing to the space next to you. Â
You turn around, holding back a laugh when you see the old blue car, itâs surely a Hyundai, you have no idea about the model, but you know for sure itâs falling apart. âThis is the car?â
âYes, Iâm sorry Iâm poor.â
âIt will get us killed,â you say opening the door, letting out a breath of relief when the handle doesnât stay in your hold.
Haechan rolls his eyes and sits in. âCan you donât be overdramatic for one second?â
âIâm stating facts. Are the airbags still working? Is the oil level high enough? The battery? And the water for ââ Your eyes widen when his lips crash on yours. At first, itâs a harsh attempt to shut you up, but then his lips shily go for more, moving along yours with a small flame of need.
âI wonât kill you, but please shut up,â he begs when he pulls away, sooner than you want to, later than he shouldâve. Â
You gulp, trying to shake the dizziness and the way his kiss made you feel lightweight. You might occasionally still want to wrap your hand around his neck but heâs quite good at being a charmer.
âIâm giving you the privilege to pick the music,â he says once youâre on the open road, the lights of the city shine against the windows and the other cars pass beside you.
âYeah, can I connect my Spotify to the car? Oh, wait, this model from the future directly brings the singers into your backseats so you can have a live concert,â you joke after seeing the car radio. Â
âWanted to take the metro?â
You laugh. âNo, Iâm just⌠why did you say that as if I could connect the aux or the Bluetooth? It was funny.â
âFine, youâre forgiven,â he says. âJust play it through your phone.â
You hum, already deep into the scrolling of your music catalogue. âCan I put my driving playlist?â
âYou have a car?â
âNo, I have a driving playlist.â
âWhy would you have a driving playlist if you donât have a car?â
âBecause right now it comes useful,â you wink, pressing play without waiting for his answer.
Haechan smiles, quickly glancing at you before his attention is fully on the road. âBaekhyun?â He asks with surprise when the second song starts. âYou listen to Baekhyun?â
âEverybody should listen to him,â you reply, already getting defensive because his next words could be the last straw of your ârelationship.â
âOh God,â he whispers.
âIf you tell me youâre a hater Iâm jumping out of the running car and changing the trajectory of your life forever,â you warn, turning to the side to have a better view of him.
âMe? A Baekhyun hater? Heâs my father! I just canât believe you have some sort of sense and taste.â
You slap his shoulder, making the both of you break into a light-hearted laugh.
âYou scared me for a second,â you say, placing your hand on your beating heart. Â
âSorry. So, it turns out we have one thing in common,â he jokes, creases creating at the corner of his eyes as his features soften and a genuine smile blooms on his face.
You shrug. âI mean, we have many things in common, actually. Thatâs why we get along so badly. Maybe itâs true, opposite attracts and thatâs why we donât attract.â
âI think we do attract⌠proved it a few times.â
âOnce,â you reply immediately.
âTwice, with the kissâŚâ
âYou did that to shut me up.â
âI donât shut up justâŚâ anybody⌠âI felt like kissing you.â
You smirk, loving watching him struggle. âNothing wrong to admit you find me attractive,â you tease.
âUnfortunately, your mouth ruins everything.â
âMy mouth is the thing that attracts you the most about me, or else you wouldnât keep lingering around me like bees on honey.â
âBees make honey, theyâre not attracted to it. Bears are.â
âYeah, you look like a bear, you know?â
He glares at you, and you laugh. âBears are cute.â
âAnd attracted to honey.â
âAnd do I look like honey?â You ask teasingly. âWait! You always call me honey!â
âItâs a mockery honey, not a sweet honey. Youâre not my honey.â
You think about it. âYouâre not my honey⌠could be a line of our song.â
âNo academy talking today. Itâs forbidden. You have to forget about uni.â
âFine, Iâll forget about it just for today.â

The dates with Haechan, you can call them dates, right? Well, anyway, whatever they are, they become more common. At first, you tried to reject his weird, most of the time, last minute, proposal, because they would throw in the air all of your plans, but after a while, you somehow still found a way to go back on track without screwing up your academic goals.
âWhy donât you stay?â Haechan asks. Itâs another Friday afternoon, and you two met up to go on with the songâs project. Much to your dismay, you have to admit you are the one whoâs holding you two back. Itâs like words canât come out of you, not like you want to, at least. But Haechanâs not mad at you. Actually, you like the atmosphere around you when you lock in his room for those sessions. One time, he even made you try edibles to see if you could come up with something, but you ended up making out on the floor instead, so you stopped going for that path.
âI donât know,â you say, huffing when you glance at the words in front of you and remind yourself that they donât make sense. âI was thinking of going home and maybe listening to your tracks andâŚâ
âCome up with something?â He drags the chair closer to you and steals your papers to read them. âItâs not as bad as you made it to be.â
âYeah, itâs a good song, but itâs basic. And I feel like itâs a bit⌠clichĂŠ.â
âYou do know that everything has already been written?â He jokes, but itâs not a teasing remark, itâs the truth, and heâs genuinely trying to lift your spirit. Â
âI know, but itâs not my style, this is not how I usually write, I ââ
âYou write?â He stops you and only then you realize what you said. âLike, you have written songs before?â
You nod, shame pervading you when he stares at you with an expression you canât comprehend. âAre you going to make fun of me?â
âNo, I just thought you preferred lyrics over production, but I had no idea you were a lyricist.â
âNow, lyricist⌠I try, sometimesâŚâ
Haechan smirks, poking your tummy making you cover it with your arms. âSo there is something youâre insecure about.â
âOh, I knew you were going to have a ball about this,â you groan, rolling your head back.
âNo, hey, itâs just⌠Iâve never seen you like this about something you do. You are confident, usually,â he explains with no hint of mockery in his voice.
You sigh, looking at your feet tapping the ground and then look back at him. âItâs just⌠very personal,â you confess. âI think itâs clear I donât have lots of friends. I used to, back at home, but here Iâm alone. But even back then Iâve always felt like there was something I couldnât completely let out. Thatâs why I love dancing, I can express myself in a different way, but I found out it still wasnât enough and when I started playing the piano again I⌠started writing. It started almost as a joke, and it was a cheesy break-up song when my ex cheated on me, like the cheap version of drivers license,â you joke and he laughs with you.
âBut it was still better than this, I guess?â
You hum, shaking your head. âNah, my first song was a mess, but then it was like I just couldnât stop writing, so my songs became my diary. Every time something happens, I write about it.â
He hums, moving the chair closer until your legs intertwine. âSo, to write a love song you would need to fall in love?â
Youâre taken aback by his question, and donât reply right away. âNo, I just need to be inspired. Iâll watch some movies, and it will come to me.â
His face twists in mild disgust as he shakes his head. âMovies are fake, itâs better to live things on your skin.â
âI donât have time to date, and I canât just find someone that easily,â you say laughing. âBut donât worry, I wonât make us fail. Iâll try to edit this and make it work if I really canât come up with anything else.â
Haechan is not convinced, itâs clear in his face and the way his leg is bouncing nervously, but he doesnât get back on the conversation. âAre you staying?â
âI have some notes to edit and ââ
âYou have tomorrow,â he cuts you off. âCome on, I have to do it too.â
You groan, hating the way you canât say no to his big eyes staring at you. âFine, but not too much.â
Itâs useless to say that none of you get those notes written better.

âGod, are you fucking Professor Kim?â Haechan growls, grabbing your wrist and stopping you in the college corridors right out of Music History class, the last lesson of Tuesday.
âWhat?â You babble out, surprised by his angry tone and his speculation.
âNo cause youâre his favourite and itâs driving me insane,â he utters under his breath, glaring at you.
âIâm his favourite?â You tease, tilting your head to the side, loving the fire that turned on between you two. It had been three calm months, the bickerings were too intellectual and you missed this.
âYeah, I gave him the exact same answer and he found the tiniest thing to say I wasnât right, just so he could hear yours instead and praise you.â
âOh, poor baby boy, Professor Kim didnât give you head pats and now youâre mad?â You pout, patting his head in a mockery gesture.Â
Haechan groans, throwing his head back, and pushing you into the nearest empty class, closing the door behind.
âHaechan, what are yââ
âShh,â he says, shushing you with a stern gaze and a squeeze of your wrist. âYou passed by his office the other day, didnât you? Needed extracurricular help âcause you didnât understand something,â he mocks with a high-pitched voice. âTaught you how to play his flute in a historically accurate way?â
Youâd love to laugh at his terrible blowjob-music reference but when his gaze darkens, you only chuckle, and thatâs enough to drive him mad.
âGod, for you is just a game, isnât it?â
âYou really think I fucked Professor Kim?â
âNo, but Iâm pretty sure he fantasizes about having you bent over his desk and, fuck, it drives me mad.â
âYou wish he fantasized about having you bent on his desk?â You joke, smirking.
He groans. âNo, I hate the way he looks at you, and talks to you, the last thing he had to do today was to call you a good girl in front of the whole class.â
Your lips curl in an amused grin, but your heart âand something elseâ flutter at the way he says âgood girl,â you try not to show it and go on with your teasing. âNot my fault Iâm good, and Iâm interested in his subject.â
âYour fault you lick his boots,â he groans, pushing you flat against the door, standing so close to your nose. âI know youâre smart and you donât need to ride a dick to be first in class butâŚâ he stops, inhaling your scent, and leaning against your forehead.
You lift his head with two fingers under his chin, and lean in, whispering, âyou still want to see me bent over a desk, and you want to be the one railing me, isnât it?â
He doesnât reply, not verbally at least. The only answer is a guttural moan and two arms lifting you, making your legs wrap around his waist as he kisses you roughly.
âHyuck,â you moan into the kiss when he starts walking toward the desk, sitting you on the edge.
âYeah?â
âWe canât â we â this is, we can get expelledâŚâ
He snickers. âBe quiet and nobody will even hear us.â
âWhat if they lock us inside?â
âShut up,â he groans again, kissing you another time as his bag drops on the floor. âYou drive me so fucking mad, you have no idea.â
You snicker under your breath, but your heart loses a beat when his hands roam on your thighs, moving closer and closer to your heat. âWait,â you whisper.
âWait, what?â He hums, cupping your chin and lowering your head, staring straight into your eyes. Haechan scoffs when your thighs squeeze against each other and he can see you gulping. âDonât act like you donât want this,â he whispers, leaning closer to your lips, making you believe heâll kiss you, but you only get a taste of his thumb rubbing over your full lips, âdonât act like you donât want me.â
âHaechan!â You scream when he rips off your tights, the tear of the fabric resonating in the room as you look down in shock. âIâm gonna kill you,â you groan but heâs not bothered in the slightest.
âThey were getting in the way, and I get rid of everything that gets in my way,â he says with a smirk.
You laugh mockingly. âThen why am I still here?â
His brows furrow and a small pout forms on his face but he shrugs it off. âIâm taking care of you, I told you,â he groans, kissing you harshly. âYouâre not winning the war.â
âOh, and your military strategy is to fuck me?â
âYeah, until you forget everything.â
You huff loudly when he finishes ripping the tights from your legs, the only pieces left the ones trapped in your shoes, and youâre glad the skirt is long enough to donât make you freeze on the way back home.
âSo much better,â he says proudly, staring at his work of art, letting his hands wander on your now bare skin. âAnd, now, letâs find out if thereâs a way to shut you up.â
You look at him in anticipation, waiting for his next move as if your life depends on it. And you hate to be so eager, you hate you fantasized on it more than you shouldâve, but you want to know what his lips feel like. And itâs almost as if Haechan hears your secret thoughts.
âWhat do you want, sweetheart?â He taunts, kneading his fingers on your flesh.
âNothing,â you mutter, trying to sound more confident than what you are.
Haechan laughs at you, shaking his head as he slowly gets on his knees, looking up at you. âYou are always so fucking proud and annoying.â His hands rest on your knees before he pushes them far apart, forcing you in place as you uselessly try to close your legs. He tsk, shaking his head. âDonât act ashamed, Iâve already felt you, and tasted you.â
You donât reply. Itâs hard to keep eye contact but this is bigger than sex, this is a game between you two and, he might not beat you in class, but heâs beating you right now.
His laugh brings you back to earth and you hate the smug smirk thatâs sitting on his face. âSo you do get quiet, thought I needed to give you a taste of my mouth to shut you up.â
You open your mouth to retort but the stern glare that flashes on his face is enough to put you back in your place.
âGood girl,â he says and your body trembles before you can even try to hide it. âShould I get a better taste of you?â He stares at you, waiting for an answer that doesnât come, not like he wants to at least. âUse your words, babe. You know how to run that mouth when you want to, so, beg for it.â
âFuck, no,â you retort, trying to move away but his hold on you doesnât give any signs of loosening up.
âOkay, then,â he says, slowly standing up, and grabbing his bag. âSee you around.â
âWhat?â You squeal, grabbing his wrist. âWhat are you doing?â
âLeaving,â he replies, shrugging.
âThatâs not fair,â you reply, and he snickers.
âWhat? Are you wet? Do you want me?â
You donât expect that reply and struggle to find the words, even more now that heâs standing between your open legs, keeping them apart, and his eyes are staring down at you, pinning you down in place. âI donât want you,â you lie, swallowing the gulp in your throat when his right hand sits on your waist. âI just⌠I want to fuck.â
âOh, do you? Well, there are plenty of people here, Iâm sure many of them would want you. You know, even if you donât pay attention to anybody, people look at you,â he whispers, caressing your jaw with his other hand. âFirst on the list is Professor Kim. Donât you want to feel the thrill? Come on, go to his office now, so I can have something to hold against you forever.â
You chuckle. âYeah? Want to blackmail me so I can do all the essays for you? Maybe youâll get the best grades like this,â you tease, pulling him closer by the collar of his shirt and making him groan.
He licks his lips, staring at yours, and you smirk. âI donât need you to be first, and you know it.â Â
âDo I?â you tease. âWant to be first at something?â
âDonât,â Haechan warns, eyes darkening even more while the tent in his tight pants becomes even more evident.
âWhat? You can be the first one who fucks me on a desk if you quit playing hard to get.â
âIâm not playing hard to get,â he replies, leaning even closer, your bodies are pressed together and you can feel his hard dick press against you. âI wonât be the one begging, especially to eat you out,â he groans, cupping your chin unexpectedly. âDonât act as if you didnât think of this before. Iâve seen the way you get lost in my fingers when we study together. You see me twirl a pen in my hand and you wish I was inside you, donât you? And when we argue? Thereâs always a small fragment where you lose focus and stare at my lips. Where do you want them, honey?â
Your brows furrow but your entire body reacts differently, a small shake, while wetness pools down your panties, soaking them even more, and your eyes close because you canât bear his smug glare.
âI said,â he urges, giving a quick squeeze to your chin, âwhere do you want my lips?â
âOn â on me,â you breathe out, voice muffled by the firm hold on your face.
His lips twitch as he leans closer and kisses your cheek. âHere,â he says, holding back a laugh when your eyes widen. âThat was where you wanted them, right?â
âOh, fuck off, you know what I meant,â you huff.
âNo, Iâm the dumb one, remember? You are smarter than me, you know everything. Iâm always a step behind, I need you to guide me step by step,â he mocks in a condescending tone, pouting.
You take a deep breath. âI hate you.â
âOh, I know,â he laughs. âBut if you use just three magic words Iâm sure youâre going to love me for a while.â
You donât want to give up but youâre on fire, and you fear that the more time passes by the more someone could find you out.
âIâll ask nicely one last time,â he whispers against your lips. âThen Iâll ask you to do something for me and youâll lose my lips for the second time. Where do you want them?â
âOn my pussy,â you whisper, not meeting his eyes.
âFucking finally,â he laughs. âWas it so hard Miss big brain?â
âStop mocking me!â
âMocking you?â He asks, getting on his knees again before grabbing your panties to pull them down. âI might hate you but it would be dumb to not recognize your qualities, right?â
You donât reply, you have other things to worry about. For example, your mortal enemies kneeled between your legs in an empty class of your Academy, staring into your soul, ready to eat you out.
âSo, since youâre so good with words, here we go again. Beg.â Haechan craves putting his lips on you just as you do, but this is the only moment he can have some power over you. And after the humiliation of todayâs class, he has to make you pay for it a bit. Or maybe he just wants to hear that even if youâd choke him and slap him, you still want him.
âPlease, Donghyuck, please,â you plead, looking into his eyes.
Heâd love to hear you beg for him more, but the way your cunt is dripping on the desk is already enough to tell him how much you want him, and for now, itâs enough.
When his lips come in contact with your skin your legs immediately hook around his shoulders and you can feel the chuckle on your wet folds.
âEager, honey?â
âJust, please, eat me out already,â you barely have time to finish that he stops playing around and starts moving his mouth on you. Your head falls behind while your thighs squeeze tighter around his face. Your hands clench on the edge of the desk as you try to keep your balance, but it gets harder with every lick of his tongue.
âKeep quiet, the door is closed not locked,â he reminds you, pulling away from you just to pick up again.
You try to donât be too loud, but heâs better than you expected and maybe this was the wrong time to try this out. You shouldâve simply begged him to fuck you, but now that youâre in the middle of this, the last thing you want is to stop him.
One of your hands is brave enough to let go of the hold on the desk and reach his hair to push him closer to your body, surprising him.
Haechan always thought you were much more shy than this, honestly, he didnât even hope much for this to happen. But you surprise him, not only you let him have you in a random class at your university but you are also pushing him closer.
âYou are eager,â he muffles against you, he canât pull away when youâre pressing him down with so much force, but the way youâre acting is setting him on fire. He loves hearing you moan and whimper, not a word coming out of your pretty lips to confront him, just bliss on your face and voice. And that pushes him to give you even more, putting his entire self into eating you out until he almost drags screams out of you, making both of you forget where you are.
Youâre not sure how many minutes pass by but when the orgasm rushes in your body you feel itâs too close. Youâd probably force him down for another round if you were in any other place but you donât feel brave enough.
âSo? Disappointed?â He asks, cleaning his chin as he stands up, reaching you again. âDonât lie, youâre still dripping down the desk, youâre even more turned on than last time.â
âIâm not,â you lie. You know you are, and Haechan knows it too.
âWhat is it? The thrill of being caught? My skills? Just me, or something else?â
You donât know why you reply with what you reply, but you do. âMaybe someone else,â you tease, not even sure heâll take the bait, but heâs too caught up in you to see the games youâre playing.
âYeah? And whoâs that?â
âSee, I always believed you were perspicacious and could catch details, I canât believe you didnât get it. Youâre so sure Professor Kim wants to fuck me, ever thought I want him too?â You bat your lashes and Haechan tries to silence a groan, but you feel his fists clench at your sides.
âDonât play with me, Iâm not falling for this.â
You shrug. âFine, Iâll still think about him while you fuck mââ he shuts you up with a rough kiss, pushing you down the desk with a quick movement that makes your heart jump to your throat.
âHeâs not even that hot,â he groans, turning you around before bending you on the desk, and pulling your skirt up around your waist. âAnd heâs not even that old, thereâs not even the charm of the dilf.â
âHeâs smart,â you talk back, not sure how much you can pull your luck.
Haechan scoffs, slapping your ass. âNot smarter than me.â
âYouâre not the professor soâŚâ
âA degree means nothing,â he says, his chest pressing against your back. âWhatâs that you like so much about him?â
You chuckle. Youâre not sure if heâs playing into your game or is just so easy to fool, but either way, you decide to keep going. âEverything. Donât you see him?â
Haechan groans. Out of all the people, out of all the professors, he has a very personal beef with him that started at the start of the year and the way you just praise him so much âeven outside of this specific situation where he got youâre messing up with himâ drives him insane.
âBecause heâs the best at everything? Isnât he?â
You nod, expecting him to talk back but the only answer you get is the sharp sound of his belt being pulled away from his pants and smacked against your ass. âFuck,â you curse, hating the way your body buzzes with pleasure at the impact.
Haechan chuckles. âI wonder what he would think of you if he saw you like this.â
âHe wouldnât think,â you say. âHeâd act, fucking me like I deserve instead of wasting time like you.â
When his cock fills you up with no warning you almost scream but his hand is quicker at reaching your mouth.
âYeah, would he fuck you better?â
You groan in his hand, but your brain goes blank with each thrust into you, pulling his hips back before he snaps them forward, so forcefully that you slide upward on the desk and he has to pull you down so that your hips donât hit the wood.
âAnswer me,â he urges, making a makeshift ponytail with your hair to force you up. âWould he?â
âI⌠I donât know,â you cry out, feeling him deep inside of you, filling you perfectly. Â
âYou just have to test me until I snap, donât you?â
âHe seems âfuckâ fitter than you.â
Haechan snickers mockingly. âYes? You want to be thrown around? Like youâre worth nothing? Do I have to do that to make you feel good?â
You shake your head, ass perking up, your feet on their tips as you try to keep balance.
âNo? Is being fucked in a class enough for you? Does it satisfy your needs?â He hisses, eyes rolling back when he focuses them where your bodies meet, your cum dripping down his length and balls. He canât believe how turned on you are. âThought you were innocent but look at you.â
âNot my fault you donât catch details,â you retort with a small bit of sanity ânot reallyâ you have in you.
âDetails? Or maybe youâre just an actress. Making everyone believe you only think about grades and studies and here you are, drooling while I fuck you over a desk. Begging for my dick.â
You donât even realize you are drooling down the desk and when youâre about to clean your chin, Haechan grabs your hands and pins them in place behind your back.
âNo,â you whimper, falling flat with your chest pressing down the wooden table. Â
âYes, honey,â he mocks. âI want to see you become a mess for me. Should I take a snap of you like this? Send it to Professor Kim so he can see he will never have you like this?â He whispers against your ear. âThink I donât know it was all a play? Not only you donât like him, but you wouldnât risk your reputation for a terrible fuck when you have a brain like yours.â
Your pussy clenches. Itâs the way his voice sounds like velvet, itâs how deep itâs hitting you, itâs in his words, and the way it turns you on that your number one rival, the one that despises you, still knows your value.
âStill, Iâm pretty sure he wishes he could see you like this,â he adds, biting your earlobe. âA shame he canât, right?â
âY-yes,â you mumble in a pathetic wail. Â Â
âBut maybe I could still keep it to myself,â his hips start moving with more force and you canât hold back your moans as you clench around him. âYeah? Want me to take a photo of you like this?â
You wish you could reply but words just donât come out of your lips, brain emptying and eyes rolled back in your skull.
âMaybe another time,â he says, breath getting ragged as he keeps fucking into you with determination. âDonât really want to pull away to take a pic of us.â
âThere â there wonât be âfuckâ another time,â you reply, forcing yourself to speak. Â
Haechan snickers. âThe mess between your legs tells me otherwise,â he mocks, reaching in front of you to play with your clit, making you shake. âDonât be so hard on yourself, you deserve good things, even a good fuck from me.â
âToo much,â you cry out, feeling your eyes getting wetter as the orgasm starts choking you.
âNo, you just havenât had a decent orgasm in ages,â he retorts.
âShut up! You know âshitâ you know nothing.â
âHoney, I can only imagine you playing with yourself, but your hands or toys donât come close to me,â he says, so smugly you can feel the smirk on his face. Â And you canât even retort because âas much as you hate itâ heâs right.
âCome here,â he says, putting a hand over your shoulders to pull you closer to him. âAre you close?â
You nod, biting your lower lip until it bleeds because youâre sure the sound of your ass slamming against his hips is already a giveaway of whatâs going on inside this room. You clench around him when he bites down your shoulder to muffle a louder groan as his hips start moving faster as he chases his climax.
You feel your legs give up as the second orgasm hits you and you hold against the desk again because you donât know where else to hold on to. Haechan tries to keep his curses low, sticking his face in the crook of your neck and you feel you could come again just by his voice alone; his moans the pretties sounds youâve ever heard.
âOh god,â you breathe out when he gently lets go of your body and you can relax on the hard surface again, squirming in discomfort when he pulls out of you.
âI hope you didnât tear my panties apart, too,â you say, rolling on your back, making him laugh.
âDonât move, youâll stain the skirt, itâs the only clean thing on the table,â he says, grabbing a napkin to prevent you from making even more of a mess.
âAnd whoâs fault is that?â You ask, glaring at him.
âYou should just thank me for the orgasm, better, two orgasms, I gave you.â
You huff, rolling your eyes, but still letting him clean you up, after all, the cum was his, so itâs his place to clean it. After youâre sure you wonât ruin the last untouched piece of clothes you have, you sit up, taking your âuncomfortablyâ wet panties to put them on.
âSoâŚâ he whispers as he cleans up the rest of the mess on the table and shoves your broken tights in his bag, âit was just for fun, right? You have no intentions with MrâŚâ
You break down laughing. âYouâre so easy to fool. You seriously think Iâll ever let him see me like this?â
Haechan scoffs, finishing fixing his clothes before walking to the door. âItâs not about what you would do, is if you think of him.â
âI donât,â you reply, following him even if you feel like your legs could give up any second. âI wonder if your jealousy was also a play,â you tease, nudging him as you two walk down the corridor to leave.
âIt wasnât jealousy, you would just have terrible taste if you truly liked him, and I have beef with him.â
You chuckle, deciding to believe him.
âWait,â he says, stopping to search for something in his bag.
âIâll go for the door, reach me,â you say, starting to head on, youâre not even sure you two could be there at that time. âLee Donghyuck,â you curse when you try to push open the front door. âWhat did I say?â
He walks toward you nonchalantly and shrugs. âYeah?â
âThey locked us in!â
He smiles, shaking his head, and grabbing your hand. âCan you run?â
âWhat?â You blink a few times, trying to understand how his question fits the situation.
âAfter I fucked you like that, can you run?â
âShush,â you scold, fearful someone might hear, youâre not sure who since you seem to be completely alone, but better safe than sorry. âAnd no, I donât know, I⌠why would we run?â
âDo you trust me?â He asks, reaching out his hand for you to take.
âNo,â you say resolutely. Â
âGood,â he smirks before he starts running into the corridors, giving you no chance but to follow him, cursing and damming every life decision that led you here, with cum threatening to leak out of you after you finished having sex in the class of your Academy and are now running to go God knows where, locked inside the institute.
âHyuck!â You scream when he runs up the stairs and you swear you never felt so much adrenaline rush in your blood but when he looks back for a second and shows you his big bright smile with his hair falling in his face perfectly, you swear the world stops and all your worries are lifted from your shoulders. Maybe you trust him. Maybe you need to be this carefree sometimes.
Your heart jumps in your throat when he pushes open an emergency door and the mild breeze of March runs over you. You breathe in deeply, pushing into your lungs the air and the first early spring scent, letting the wind play with your hair and your clothes while your hand never lets go of his.
And then you both start laughing. Never looking back, and terribly looking forward, watching your steps as you run down the emergency stairs. You laugh, and youâre happy and you canât believe your fingers are still intertwined with the ones of your mortal enemy.
When you reach the ground floor, hidden in the back of the palace where the sun doesnât shine, there are still some tears spilling out of your eyes. You two pant, trying to catch your breath, and look at each other before you have to look away or else you will start laughing again.
You canât believe you followed him blindly.
Your hands are still intertwined.

With each passing day, Haechan is convinced he has a perfect plan. Itâs all part of the original plan, but if he gets you to try out romantic things, not only will he distract you from your perfect grades but he will also make you come up with a song that will give him a perfect score.
There are some small details that Haechan didnât even consider. Detail number 1: where this could lead you two and your relationship. Detail number 2: that while distracting you, he will inevitably distract himself. But he doesnât get it until itâs too late.
Haechan canât remember when you started to dress up so much every time you hang out. You always dress well, or maybe he is biased for thinking that even the most basic white turtleneck shirt and cargo pants when you are too done with life to put up your skirts, dresses, or cutely styled other types of outfits, look amazing on you. Yet, during these last few dates, you started doing more, playing more with your hairstyles, trying different make-up, and always looking perfect in whatever clothes you put on your body.
Haechan hates you. Now more than ever because this was supposed to be your silly little race to the top of your second academic year and yet here he is, feeling his heart pound in his throat as you walk toward him. With your hair in a slicked-back ponytail, a freaking heart-shaped side part, your short red dress, while the white cardigan covers your arms and shields you from the light breeze, and your red short heels tap on the asphalt and bring his attention to the white socks that reach you right below your knees, while your hand clench around a heart-shaped bag.
He hates you because he wants you too badly and heâs terrified this is crossing the lines of bland and stupid physical attraction.
You smile, calling him Hyuck and heâd love to scream because he canât be so smart and yet so dumb at the same time. But he tries to ignore it, and smiles back at you, addressing you with your surname so he can put some distance between you. You donât even get mad anymore, it makes you smile tenderly as you lower your face to the ground and tangle your arm with his to walk to the car. Now he hopes that the old sardine can will make you two blow up, not to kill you, but to donât make you accept a date from him anymore.
But that old car struggles but doesnât crash, and drives you to the restaurant safely.
âThis place is so pretty,â your voice rings in his ears, bringing him out of the thought heâs struggling with since you walked out of your apartment.
âYeah, itâs musically themed, thought it was a good idea.â
âAnd the dishes also have song names? Thatâs the best thing Iâve ever seen,â your face lightens up when you scan the menu and in reflection, he does too.
What the fuck are you doing? He curses when he catches himself lost on you, too focused giggling like a child as you catch the references between the songs and the plates. You look like a clichĂŠ embodiment of love, and he thinks youâve done it on purpose. Itâs way past Valentineâs Day, but he feels that Cupid is flying right above you, ready to play him a dirty trick.
âSo? You picked?â You ask, bringing him out of his thoughts, and he shakes his head, coughing while glueing his eyes on the menu.
âNope, Iâm a bit uncertain,â he says, pretending he wasnât just too busy staring at you a few moments ago.
You laugh, humming. âOh, I know.â
âWhat did you get?â He asks, meeting your eyes above the paper in his hand.
âI wanted to get the Summer 69â appetizer first,â you reply and he smirks.
âAre you hinting at something?â
âOh, shut up, you perv! It just looks tasty, there are different appetizers from different parts of the world and itâs a cold start.â
âThen we can take the big one so we can share?â
âSure,â you reply, smiling at him. âOh, and then âI wanna dance with somebodyâ as the main dish.â
âDo you?â He winks.
âIâm not sending you signals, Iâm just starving,â you reply, rolling your eyes, but he hears the low giggle that you try to hold back.
âFine,â he smiles. âIâll take âManeaterâ in your honour.â
âIâm a maneater? Oh, thanks, the best compliment ever actually,â you say playfully.
He smiles, stopping for a second after he hands you his menu. âYou look beautiful tonight, by the way.â And when your mouth parts and no sound come out of it, he thinks he screwed it up. Itâs not the first time he compliments you but well, the other times didnât sound so serious.
But then your face breaks in a smile, and your eyes light up, shily diverting the gaze as you thank him before the waitress saves you both from the embarrassment thatâs tangible in the air.

âKaraoke? Are you being extremely nice, borderline perfect, tonight so you can show me the biggest twist ever?â You gasp when the karaoke downtown enters your line of view. Youâve been walking for a while now since he couldnât find a spot nearby, but he never mentioned where your next stop would be.
âIâm always nice to you when we go out on daâ like this,â Haechan replies, opening the door of the place for you to get in first. âAlso, since weâll have to record the song soon, I think itâs time to test our vocal abilities.â
You giggle, waiting for him before you start walking to the desk to book a room.
âKaraoke is for fun, never to show off youâre like Celine Dion.â
Haechan chuckles, nodding in agreement while you reach the booth that the lady at the counter assigned you.
âRight, Iâm more like Ailee, actually,â he jokes, closing the door behind you.
âProve it to me, I always hear your mouth run to talk shit but never to sing melodies, soâŚâ
âShould we go for a duet?â He asks, starting the TV to scroll down the songs listed.
âNope,â you say, sitting on the couch. âA solo song first.â
âFine,â he says, humming as the titles pass in front of your vision. âMhh, what about Dean?â
âLove him, would love him more if he came back from the death and dropped another album of the year,â you say, sitting back to fully enjoy Haechanâs performance.
He chuckles at your comment. âThis one was a painful reminder,â he says before clicking on âInstagram,â making the logo of the place appear before the countdown, signalling the beat was about to start.
You never thought you would find yourself so caught up in him but when he opens his mouth, you feel like youâre being taken to another world.
His voice sounds like honey, so raw yet so lovely. And as he keeps singing, you think that he would be wasted as a producer, a voice like his deserves to be heard by everyone. But when he finishes, you donât show any of the emotions you felt.
âYour performance was very touching,â you say while standing up to grab your mic, âbut Iâm a performer, so Iâll go with Queen Britney.â
âCanât wait to see your Superbowl worth it performance,â he snickers, sitting back against the small couch in the room as he watches you getting ready.
âYeah, yeah, yeah,â you start, winking at him and swinging your hips to follow the rhythm of the music.
Haechan would love to find it as funny as he does at the start, but when you start singing for real, and moving around in the small boot, he gulps, feeling the air around him starting to dim. And it only gets worse when you turn around and start to perform for him. Of course, you know the song by heart, you donât need to read the words, and you donât need them to change colour to know when each verse, chorus and bridge starts.
âOops, I did it again, I played with your heart,â you wink, tilting your head to the side, still moving your body to the beat. He canât tell, not right at the moment, but he thinks youâre replicating the choreography. Thatâs the last worry in his mind.
I played with your heart.
And Haechan thinks you really did that. This doesnât feel like a game anymore, and not even like sex. He looks at you, even right now, that youâre sensually singing a Britney Spears song, and he can only fucking smile like an idiot.
âWow,â you exhale when the song ends, fanning yourself with your hand, âitâs really hot in here.â
âIt definitely is,â he whispers, drifting his gaze from you.
âSo? How was I?â You ask, head tilted to the side, and a big, bright smile on your face.
âGood,â Haechan mutters, catching himself staring at you for too long again, shaking his head, the red blush on his face is humiliating. âYou were good.â
âYes,â you cheer, clapping your hands. âShould we duet, now?â
He hums, grabbing the remote again and searching âduetsâ in the search bar. âSad, sexy or silly?â
You roll your eyes. âReally?â
âWhat? Iâm trying to understand the vibe we want to go with.â
âIâll let you pick,â you say just to regret it when you see the song choice on the screen. âSeriously? Anything you can do?â
âWhat? Itâs fitting for how relationship,â he says nonchalantly.
âThatâs a crazy choice.â
âWorried you canât actually do better than me?â He winks, passing you the mic as the song loads on the screen.
âYouâll see,â you challenge with a glare.
One minute into the song you regret having agreed to that, not remembering the last time you sang like this, but the look on his face when itâs time for you to hold a long note for 15 seconds is worth it. And it keeps going until the end, as you both surprise each other with all the skills that this song requires. Â
âWow, youâre good,â you both say when the song ends and you break down laughing, a sound that grows bigger when the screen lights up to show a perfect score.
âMaybe we make a great couple together,â you say, laying back on the couch, tired from the singing.
Haechan turns to you, smirking and nodding. âI guess we do.â
You sit up, resting your chin on his arm. âCan you take another one?â
âOh, donât test me, baby.â

âSo, ice cream is good for vocal cords?â You giggle as you walk to the side of the Han River with the ice cream in hand. It seemed like Haechan didnât want to end the night anytime soon, but you donât feel like complaining.
âYeah,â he hums with conviction, licking another stripe of chocolate. Â
âOn which book youâve read this scientific fact?â
âThe ice cream ghost came to me one night and whispered the secret to my ear,â he jokes, making you laugh.
âUhm, yeah, I think that ghosts are much more reliable than old men in white coats in a lab,â you joke, but then you remember something you wanted to talk about since youâve walked out of the karaoke. âMhh, you know what I was thinking?â
Haechan shakes his head, waiting for you to talk.
âI think weâre going down the wrong path with our song,â you voice out. âEspecially me. A warmer, darker, I dare to say more sensual vibe, fits us better.â
Haechan chuckles and you glare at him. âWhat?â
âNothing,â he giggles, but he canât lose against you so he goes on. âThatâs the production, you know?â
You huff, rolling your eyes, and jumping on the handrail to sit. âI never said it wasnât important.â
âWhatever,â he snickers. âSo I have to scrap everything Iâm working on?â
You shake your head, cleaning your hands after swallowing the last bite of the cone. âNo, I was thinking about the second base you were working on, the one with the guitars and violins, remember?â
He hums, but heâs dangerously close to you, and you donât understand why his hands wrap around your waist.
âI think we could use that and ââ you gulp when he places his feet on the handrail under you and reaches your height, âand then I can change small things of my â my writing to fit more. What do you think?â
He smiles before it turns into his usual smirk. âI still think youâre worrying too much and youâre not letting it come to you,â he whispers, and the air of his breaths puffs on your lips before he erases the space between you and kisses you.
You feel your breath taken away as you feel like youâre falling behind in the river as the wind blows harder and your hands immediately leave the handrail to reach for him.
Youâre not sure that wasnât an attempted murder from him, but you canât care when you feel your heart flutter and your legs give up as he deepens the kiss.
âLet it flow,â he whispers, kissing you again, whispering against your lips, âand the song will come at you.â
You know itâs not what heâs talking about, but you kiss him again, this time pushing him down so your feet are on the ground again. Your hands are holding tight on his sweatshirt as you pull him even closer and he does the same wrapping his arms around your frame tighter.
You find yourself in the same position in the living room of his apartment, struggling to make it to his bedroom without waking some of the others up. Not that you care much, it would be fair payback for all the chaos they make when you and Haechan are studying together.
The clothes fall on the floor as quickly as heâs on top of you on the bed.
âI hate that I have to ruin your pretty face,â he whispers, fingers deep inside your sopping wet cunt, pumping in and out painfully slowly as he stares at your face, a cute mix between ecstasy and annoyance because heâs giving you something but not enough. âThe red eyeshadow looks really good on you, you know?â
You groan, rolling your head back. âItâs not time for compliments.â
âIâve been complimenting you all night,â he says, teasing your clit with flicks of his thumb but without giving you much. âIt is a shame you will look like a mess once Iâm done with you.â
âWe canât be loud,â you say, hating that, for one reason or another, you two always have to keep quiet.
âNah, Jeno has his headphones on playing games with Yangyang. Renjun has headphones on with music to donât listen to Jeno. Markâs not home and not even bombs wake Jaemin up.â The explanation is particularly non-sexy now that he has his fingers inside of you and it doesnât make you relax much, but you hum nonetheless and beg him to keep going.
âPatience, honey. Weâve got all night,â he smirks.
âYeah but ââ
âAh, ah,â he says, clicking his tongue and silencing you with a finger on your lips. âWhat did I tell you before? Let it flow.â
âIt was different it was âugh,â you mumble when he covers your mouth with his hand, eyes widening before they narrow to send him a deadly glare, but he only smirks. He has control now. He always does when he has you underneath him, he still has to fight with you a bit, but you both know this is the only time he can ever win against you. And tonight is special, he wants you to let go of the reins completely, he wants you brainless, because even if your brain is the sexiest thing of you âyeah, yeah, and the thing that is making his college years hell on earthâ your brain is also the thing that makes you obsess over the smallest thing and doesnât make you follow your heart so freely.
Yeah, tonight Donghyuck wants you free, but for the sake of the dirty talking later âand to fool himself he doesnât care about you that muchâ heâs going to say he wants you dumb.
And heâs starting strong tonight, his beautiful, long fingers reaching deep inside you, hitting right against your sweet spot, causing so much cum to pool around them and drip down while your pussy clenches hard and your hips buck up to ride the pleasure with him. And you donât have it in you to fight; it feels too good, especially when he starts rubbing your clit and whispers dirty talk about how well youâre taking him.
Your eyes flutter open, just in time to catch the proud smirk on his face as he stares at your body, you dare to say, in awe. It shouldnât warm your heart, but it does. You donât even care if he sees you like a prize he won, right now, because even if he does, you know he only fights hard to win the trophies he cares about. He wants you, he likes you, even. Between the hate and the tension, something about what attracts you two together makes this work. And itâs fine.
âHyuck,â you breathe out, chest panting and toes curling as you feel the familiar knot in your stomach. But you donât expect the next words that come out of your mouth. âKiss me.â When you realize what you said, you anticipate him mocking you, your ears already hear the snicker you know, oh so well, but it never arrives. What arrives are his lips on yours as he leans down, pressing his chest against yours while his fingers keep working wonder inside you.
The kiss is passionate, but not rough like the ones youâre so used to sharing. Thereâs no anger in it, just need and greed, and chemistry. So much chemistry, your hands have to run in his hair and tug them, making him moan and his dick throb against your thigh.
âI want you so bad,â he slurs against your lips. âI will do some dumb shit one day for you.â
You donât get what he means. You donât even know what he could mean by that given the nature of your bond, but his words, mixed with the sultry tone of his voice, are enough to make you come. You barely register the orgasm, hitting you like a singular explosion of a firework, leaving you gasping, exploding as quickly as it came yet slowly running through your bones as the feeling tones down.
Haechan snickers softly. âYou love it when I get in trouble for you, donât you? Even when itâs just a promise.â
Your lips part to reply but he shuts you with a kiss. âNo talking, not unless I tell you to. I know everything I need to know, your body tells me that,â he says, grinning like an idiot when he shows you his cum coated fingers, tapping them against your lips, silently ordering you to taste yourself. You would never do that, but tonight itâs like heâs commanding you like a puppet on a string, and you obey. Closing your lips around him and sucking hard.
He smirks, feeling his dick get even harder as he stares at your lips. âThatâs what I do to you, pretty girl. And Iâm not even started.â
Your pussy throbs in anticipation while he pulls his fingers out. You know heâs one to keep promise, and you canât wait for whatâs to come. But heâs taking too long, and you can feel his hard dick against your leg, so your hand creeps down to touch it.
âYouâre not in command tonight, angel,â he says, grabbing your wrist to stop you from moving your hand on him.
âBut I want you,â you whine, trying to win him with a pouty look on your face.
It doesnât work as he pushes your hand over your head and leans in. âPatience, princess. Keep quiet, donât be greedy and just trust me. Can you do that? Or is it too hard for you?â He groans against your ear, making your hips buck up.
âI â I can,â you whisper but he stops with a glare and your brain replays his words âquiet, no words from you tonight,â and he means it. So you nod, breathing in deeply as you feel weak in the knees for the way he looks at you.
âGood girl,â he says, pushing up to stand between your legs, pushing them open.
When he slips inside you, you gasp, dragging your nails on his back. âAre you alright?â
You nod, forcing yourself to look into his eyes.
âGood, and now,â he whispers, kissing your lips, and dragging out of you, âI want you to give into me and completely turn your brain off. You have me, thatâs all you need right now.â
When he starts moving in and out, your body succumbs to the pleasure. Your muscles relax as you let him take care of you. His lips trace over your sensitive skin, leaving kisses on your neck and chest. His hands run over your body, touching and squeezing every inch. And he reaches so deep inside of you that you feel you can barely breathe.
âJust like this,â Haechan whispers close to your ear, gently biting the skin on your jaw. âDonât think about anything,â he groans, hitting you deep after pulling out of you completely. âNot a single worry in that pretty brain of yours.â
You rarely let him win, but you have to admit that the way he makes you feel, the way he can lift all the stress off your shoulders, is a talent. He knows what heâs doing, and the scary thing is that he knows how to get you. So easily wrapped around his fingers, crumbling into nothing at his tiniest touch.
You whimper loudly when his fingers press against your clit, seeing stars at the new stimulation.
âYou can take it,â he groans. Youâre about to talk but he traps your lips in a messy, wet kiss as he pulls you closer by your waist, hitting even deeper. âYouâre a good girl, right? You can take it.â
Youâre doubtful, but you do take it, over and over again. You lose track of time and stop counting your orgasms after the third. Thereâs no need for that. All you need is the pleasure Donghyuck gives you, fucking you until both of you canât do it anymore.
Thereâs nothing left once itâs over, no strength to talk or clean up the mess, just the warmth of your bodies cuddled against each other.

âGood morning, I will kill Lee Je â what the hell,â Renjun exclaims, entering the kitchen, making you turn around as if youâve been caught stealing, holding the mug full of coffee in your hands and giving him a shy smile. âWhat are you doing here?â
You gulp, pushing your hair out of your face before coming up with a lie. âWe studied too late.â
Renjun steps further into the room, staring at you with a raised brow before he tilts his head and studies how youâre dressed. Youâre wearing Donghyuckâs sweater and pants.
âOh, now they call it studying? Last time I checked youâre not med students, didnât know music had anatomy in the program,â he taunts, grinning at you as he comes to your side. Â
You choke on your saliva and donât have time to come up with a reply because he strikes again.
âOh, no, maybe you were exercising vocalization, itâs better when itâs done together, right?â He winks and you glare at him.
âItâs not what you think,â you lie, but honestly you feel so embarrassed about everything. You didnât think anybody else would be up this early on a Sunday, but itâs clear you donât know Renjun well. You couldâve left, but you didnât want to. It was slowly starting to sink in that you didnât like the solitude of your life anymore.
âDonât worry, I wonât tell anybody,â he says, sitting in front of you. âCome here, donât stay up.â
You do as told, and smile when he offers you a pack of biscuits. âI wouldâve cooked something usually, but Jeno kept me up all night.â
You chuckle. âItâs fine, normally I donât even have breakfast.â
âYou donât?â He gasps, and you nod.
âYeah, just coffee.â
He looks down at you, shaking his head in disappointment. âItâs not healthy.â
âI know, I know, Iâll try to eat more, okay? For you.â You reach out your hand and he takes it.
A fit of cough brings both of your gazes to the door and you see Haechan stand against the frame. âOnce itâs Jeno, another time itâs Renjun. I bring you home to study and you flirt with my friends.â
âDrop the bullshit, Hyuck. He knows,â you say, rolling your eyes.
Haechanâs eyes widen, but he slowly fakes indifference. âKnows what? That you donât have time for a relationship so you canât date him?â
âThat you two fuck,â Renjun answers instead, making him cough.
âThatâs not true,â he defends. âI hate her,â he says, laughing, but when he meets your eyes and sees them sadden, he feels pain in his heart. âNo, no, I donât hate her, but weâre⌠you know our relationship, why would we fuck?â
âWhoâs fucking?â
âNot you, Jeno. Not you for sure,â Renjun says, rolling his eyes.
âHey! Why do you always gotta be so rude,â Jeno whines.
âI doubt heâs not getting laid,â you chuckle, and Jeno winks playfully.
âSee, words of a wise woman,â he brags, walking to the fridge to grab something.
Renjun sighs loudly. âA woman that doesnât know you.â
âWould you fuck him?â Haechan asks out of nowhere and you glare at him.
âI just said that heâs hot and smart, I donât see how he can have a hard time finding somebody,â
ââCause heâs annoying,â Renjun answers, but Haechanâs not listening.
âI didnât ask that,â Donghyuck says instead, his attention is all on you as if thereâs nobody else in the room. Â
âI donât answer stupid questions,â you reply before sipping from your cup and drifting your gaze away.
âWait, why are you here?â Jeno asks, only now realizing youâre not supposed to be at their place, not in the morning at least⌠wait⌠âWait! Are you two fuckââ
âNo,â Haechan answers sternly, glaring at him. âWeâre studying. And it got late, so since we were closer to my place, I let her stay the night.â
âI thought you left yesterday saying you had a date, though,â Jeno says confused.
You chuckle under your breath before you feel Haechanâs hand wrap around your writs to pull you out of the room, not even giving you time to finish your coffee. âA studying date, and now drop it.â
When you reach his room, he groans loudly, walking to the closet to pick something to wear. You watch him move for a while, but then you canât keep your thoughts inside your head anymore.
âAre you ashamed of me?â You ask and he turns around with wide eyes.
âWhat?â
âAm I something to be ashamed of? Do I donât fit in the standard of the people you would usually fuck?â
He sighs, shaking his head. âNo, I donât want them to get invasive, they donât let me live once they know something. And with you, itâs more embarrassing because of our historyâŚâ
You giggle, trying not to show the relief youâre feeling because, for a moment, you thought he was one of those types of men.
âWhy canât you ever make things easy for me?â He asks, annoyance in his voice. You have so much power over him, more than he likes to admit, and he feels like he canât even be too mad at you about it.
âSorry, itâs just, itâs funny having a history with you,â you explain. âMy mortal enemy, always ready to steal my number ones, and my good grades.â
âYouâre so annoying, youâre never sleeping over ever again.â
âYeah, âcause I wonât let you fuck me ever again.â
âLiar,â he says. âAnd now move, Iâll drop you home.â

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Read this at 1 am but ended up too exhausted to comment.. this is just so good and getting a somewhat wholesome jeno from the queen herself its just amazing
Boys Like U (M)

pairing. jeno x female reader
genre. summer vacation AU, friends enemies who fuck, , love triangleish, M/F, smut, pwp, angst, fluff, one shot
warnings. profanity, alcohol mentioned, mean Jeno, explicit smut, mild slut-shaming, jealousy, possessive behavior, y/n is Markâs cousin, side characters. smut warnings under cut. minors DNI.
wc. 19k
now playing. Boys Like You//TanerĂŠlle
a/n. before you assume anything has been stolen and plagiarized please remember that I *am* @drunkhazedđđ
smut warnings. dry humping/with an audience(a bit dubcon), rough and unprotected sex, dom/sub dynamics, under negotiated kinks, improper aftercare, choking, slapping, multiple orgasms, over-stimulation, manhandling(y/n can be lifted and thrown around), degradation, humiliation, etc
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Summertime and the livinâs easy
The same lyrics repeat over and over again. Jaeminâs been looping this same god damn song for the last hour, wailing along with the lyrics like a banshee.
âI love her so bad, but she treats me like shit!â Heâs been singing along the entire time too. Sniffling tears away from his eyes, earning another round of groans from everyone trapped inside of the car with him.
âEnough dude!â Haechan shouts, reaching to switch the song. âI canât fucking take it anymore. Itâs summertime and the livinâs easy! Not fucking summertime and torture my fucking friends.â
âJaemin- listen man, I know this break up has been hard on you, but you donât have to make all of us suffer with you!â Renjun adds, reaching around the driverâs seat to massage his shoulders.
âDefinitely not the best way to go about that..â Jisung mumbles, pinching the skin between his eyebrows.
âScrew her dude, weâre gonna find you so much pussy to lose yourself in the next couple of weeks.â Haechan cheers, reaching over to pat Jaeminâs stomach right as the tears heâs been trying to hold in burst free. âAw man, gross. Donât do that!â
Evil, Iâve come to tell you that sheâs evil, most definitely
Falling in love must be horrible.Â
Jeno should probably say something, Jaeminâs his best friend after all.. but theyâve been talking about Jini nonstop for the past 30 days now! And they break up every other month! She said it was for good this time.. but he canât help to think thatâs a lie. Renjunâs not exactly wrong, theyâve been excited about this trip for days now. Heâs half-way to throwing out a âsuck it up!â right before they exit the Pacific coast highway and he lets out a huge sigh.Â
âYou know Iâm right man, enough is enough.â Renjun leans in closer to his ear, whispering low enough for only Jisung and Jeno to catch.
âHeâs still our friend..â Jisung mutters, pursing his lips into a thin line.Â
âI can already smell the coconut tanning lotion melting on fat juicy titties.â Haechan shoves his head out of the passenger seat window. Eyes shut, sucking down a long-winded inhale of the ocean breeze infiltrating the car. âFuck, I love summer!!!â He shouts out happily, smacking the side of the jeep.
Jaemin breaks into a smile, shaking off the tears that managed to escape. âYou guys are right, next time I bring her upâhit me upside my head or something. Itâs one our our last summerâs out here, we need to have the best time.â
âThatâs my boy!â Renjun yells, wrapping a playful chokehold around his throat. âWeâre gonna have the best time!â
âWeâre here!â Jaemin shouts out between laughs, slapping at Renjunâs arms still firmly wrapped around his neck.Â
âFucking finally.â
Jeno stretches his limbs out, back cracking as he arches back and lets out the deepest and loudest yawn after sitting cramped up in the backseat of Jaeminâs jeep for the last five hours. A ride that could have been less cramped if everyone had stuck to only packing one bag for the next two weeks and Renjun hadnât changed his plans last minute to tag along.
âYou made it!â Markâs cheerful boisterous giggle sounds out from the front door, throwing it open to run down the driveway in his flip flops that clap loudly against the pavement. Immediately breaking into a round of high-fives and hugs to greet all of them.
âCourse we did Markie! Even though Jaemin made us stop five damn times to piss.â Haechan snickers, glaring toward the backseat of his car.
âI drank an entire large cold brew!â Jaemin says to defend himself, waving around the now empty large plastic cup. âForgot how long this drive is.â
âSee, this is what Hannah Montana meant when she said nodding my head like yeah! Moving my hips like yeah! You know Iâm gonna be okay!â Haechan sings out terribly, adding a sway of his hips with his arms held up toward the sky. âItâs a party in the USA!â
âUgh.â Jisung grimaces, dragging his bag past Renjun who joins him, bumping their hips into each other.
Jeno canât stop the smile from forming on his face, rolling his eyes as he takes in the street. Not much has changed, palm trees full as ever, bright sunlight burning down on the concrete. Santa Barbara really has a charm that Santa Monica canât compare to.
It is a long drive, especially to be stuck together with his friends all maintaining different levels of energy and patience, but itâs worth it every single time. Because for some reason Markâs parents agreed to loaning out their beach house a couple of weeks out of the year during summer for their son and his friends to fuck around. The reason really being that heâs spoiled rotten and they cut a deal that as long as a few of his family members can tag along, the summer house is all his.
Thatâs where you enter.
The first summer Jeno was allowed to venture out to Santa Barbara with his friends was also the first summer he met you. Itâs not his favorite memory, in fact, he fucking hates how clearly he remembers every detail from that day.
âThis is my cousin.â Mark had introduced you with his usual cheerful smile, motioning to his friends that responded with their names one by one.
âA girl.â Jaemin mumbled, nudging Jenoâs side.Â
âI didnât think sheâd actually want to come after I told her that all of you guys were joining me, but we always hang out during summer since she lives kind of far. You guys donât mind right?âÂ
âAs long as she doesnât care, I donât see anything wrong with having her around.â Jisung said with his thumbs held up, nodding hard enough for his hair to bounce around.
Yeah. Whatâs the big deal? Sure, youâre pretty, maybe even one of the prettiest girls Jenoâs ever seen before. And yeah, you smell great, wafting your scent around each time you flip your hair away from your shoulders. Not to add on that he also noticed how you only seem to look away when you find him staring at you.Â
Jaemin easily started joking around with you, even including you in on some of their legendary inside jokes right away. Haechan, heâs always helpful and cool, cutting up fruit for you and checking to see if you need more snacks or something to drink. Even Renjun, whoâs usually awkward around girls, got close to you after a night of a heated Monopoly game while the power went out.Â
Jeno should have asked if he could join too, desperately racking his brain for how he could break the ice and get to know you better. It shouldnât be this hard, right? Except it is, because his mouth gets more dry when youâre around. His bottom lip grows raw from biting down on it, his nails get bitten down to nothing but skin, even bleeding at times. Heâs a mess in your presence and canât even figure out why. Surely it has nothing to do with how his chest pinches and pounds faster the second you enter his proximity.
The last time he felt this way was probably junior high when he had a crushâ wait no, that wouldnât make sense. He doesnât have a crush or anything like that, no way.
Not that his dickhead friends would agree as they laughed and wiggled their eyebrows at him insisting they play spin the bottle.
âCome on, weâll make it interesting, the bottle lands on you and you have to choose truth or dare. Weâre kind of an uneven number to be playing tonsil hockey right now anyways.âÂ
Haechan smirked, dragging his tongue across his lips. âYou got nothing to hide anyway, Jeno.â
Great. Fucking pricks. They wouldnât ask him something about you if he chooses dare. That would be so fucked up, but also- that does not explain why Jaemin winked at him, and why Renjun kept nudging into his side. How the hell can they tell? Has he been too obvious?
âOh Jeno! Itâs your lucky day!â
The tip of the emptied glass bottle unceremoniously comes to a halt directly pointed at his figure. He sighs, head dropping back as he shakes it back and forth to avoid your curious gaze from across the circle youâve all ended up in.
Itâs still as clear as if it happened just yesterday, and he fucking hates it. Hates that he can still remember the look of disgust forever ruining your pretty face. The loud obnoxious âeww!â You shrieked as his friends bursted out laughing around him after he admitted to finding you cute.
It should have been harmless. He should have fucking gone for a dare, anything better than the rush of embarrassment that sped up to his cheeks and rapidly lit them up to a mortifying shade of red.
God, what was he thinking? Why the hell did he even answer Jaeminâs stupid question honestly!
âNo bullshit alright dude, you into her?â He smirked, nodding your direction. A look of fear and worry scattered all over your face as he peered back and forth between the two of you.
âI mean, yeah sure. Sheâs pretty cute.â
It was innocent, and maybe he had expectedâhoped for a better reaction. What would it hurt to imagine youâd reciprocate his feelings? God, it was so dumb, his biggest regret for the last 7 years; even worse than the first time he got high and ran around in his boxers with his ass crack fully out. Albeit, the photos to remind him of his actions the next day didnât help, heâs never been able to forget that look on your face. Your disgusted repulsed face that heâs only ever seen once, when he fucking called you cute.
Not to mention the way you avoided him after as if he had leprosy, too grossed out to even accept the dishes he set down in front of you for lunch the next day.
Flat out cruel and mean for no reason, making it very clear to him that you wanted nothing to do with him.
Fine.Â
If thatâs the way you want to spend your summer vacation together, then heâd make sure to give you a real reason to hate him.
It started with smearing nutella on your swimsuits that were hanging out to dry. Then purposely aiming the ball at your head during the pool game of volleyball you had the next day, not even apologizing as he smiled and shrugged.Â
âNot my fault this airhead canât see for shit.â
That must have really hit a nerve, sporting a frown throughout the rest of the game until you gave up and refused to continue playing after he accidentally punted the ball right at your face.Â
Any time he had the chance to grill or cook, he always made sure to make your plate of food extra crispy, real charred.Â
âI thought thatâs how you liked it, burnt to a crisp.â Heâd smile proudly, scraping a knife down the blackened hotdog he set down for you.
Of course it was childish, he was fucking fifteen years old and you bruised his ego to hell and back as far as he was concerned. Had him pulling at his face in the mirror before bed, tussling his hair, double checking the scent of his body after showering, analyzing his clothes and lack of developed muscle.Â
You didnât have to act like he was the most repulsive boy to ever walk the earth! And the reality is, it hurt.
It hurt so bad, he had to shake off the moisture forming behind his eyes after heading to his bedroom, unable to turn off the repeated cry of disgust you let out after all he said is that youâre cute. A harmless fucking compliment.
Really, as much as he hates to say it- youâre a real bitch.
Jenoâs mother would be appalled if she could hear his thoughts when it comes to you. He was raised to be polite, only to respect women. But you, something about you seriously pisses him the fuck off.
Itâs not because he likes you. Even his friends were convinced after those first two weeks that you two hated each other, because of course you decided to retaliate. Cutting holes into his swim trunks, pouring itching powder all over his bed, filling his sunscreen bottle up with hair removal cream that left painful welts on his skin after rubbing it in like lotion and laying in the sun.Â
You. Youâre seriously such a bitch, he canât stand it. Canât control how his rage rises to a boiling point the second he even catches a glimpse of you. Youâre quite possibly the most fucking annoying girl heâs ever met, maybe the only girl that has ever annoyed him this much.
And yet his eyes still scan the room for your presence as he steps inside of the house heâs spent the last 7 summers at. The same room he gave you a kiss in against your will. Right in front of everyone, your cousin, his friends. The night he revisits in his memories time and time again that he canât move on from.Â
It was all Jisungâs fault.
âFine.â Jisung smirks mischievously, rubbing his hands together. âWeâre too old for childish games.â
âFinally, someone with sense.â Jeno adds, still pouring salt on his wounds from the time he got stuck inside of a closet with you for seven minutes.
âNot so fast Jeno. I said childish games, not games in general, and there is one weâve yet to play.â
âHere we go.â Haechan grunts, motioning toward his friend and rolling his eyes. Heâs been chatting up some of the girls they met at the beach earlier for the last couple of hours. Refilling their cups and flexing his thin bare arms to entice them. âCome on Ji, you always want to play these stupid games.â
âWell, are you too chicken?â Jisungâs grin grows larger, raising his eyebrows.Â
Are you too chicken? He repeated deviously, eyeing everyone around the room. They all refuted his suspicions, turning the question around on him until he agreed to go first and was dared to break Haechanâs cool demeanor
The room erupted with hoots and hollers as he plopped his ass down on the olders lap and Haechan stuttered, eyebrows furrowed together, teeth clenched to hold back a curse.
âJi, get the fuck off of me.â
âDo you give up?âÂ
âFuck off.â
Haechan choked on his spit, coughing and shoving the younger away once their lips grazed together. Sitting up without falter, Jisung raised his arms triumphantly. âAnd that is how you play chicken.â
Another stupid game, only now drinks are involved, sipping on tepid beer as he watches Jaemin and Haechan lock lips before both losing at the same time. Dramatically spitting and swiping at their mouths as they kick at each other.
âYOU WERENâT SUPPOSED TO KISS ME BACK ASSHOLE!â
Embarrassment covered their faces as the girls surrounding giggled and cooed, letting them know they looked so cute kissing.
âFine fine! We start over from whoever hasnât spun the bottle yet.â Mark interrupts the ruckus, pointing toward Jeno. âYour turn.â
âNot playing.â
âAnd why is that?â Jisung asks with an arched up eyebrow. âScared?â
âWe know why..â Renjun mumbles by his side, earning a round of snorts and hushed laughs from his friends.
They know exactly how to get under his skin, how to force his hand to grab onto the stupid bottle. Gripping the body of the emptied glass hard enough to feel the sticky residue left behind from the label that was peeled off. He gulps, refusing to glance around, not wanting to risk the chance of meeting your gaze.
Thereâs no way he can actually be so unlucky, not twice. The bottle will land on one of his friends, one of the girls they picked up. It wonât land on you, not again. The universe canât be that cruel to him.
As he watches the bottle slow down, he swallows hard, eyes falling shut right as it comes to a stop. Confirming that some God out there must be an actual monster intent to ruin his life.Â
âThe two people who hate each other.â Jaemin laughs out loud, clasping his hands together. âThis should be good.â
âDonât forget the rules.â Jisung coughs out nervously, nodding toward you. âIf you donât want to continue, you forfeit.â
âDonât kiss me.â You murmured, trying to be quiet enough for only him to hear. âPlease.â
Jeno contemplated ending this fast and doing just that, would you give up before his lips could even get a small taste of yours? Not as if he even wants to know what the lip gloss youâre constantly reapplying tastes like anymore..
âGo.â Renjun motions to the both of you, flapping his hands.Â
If you donât want him to kiss you, heâll have to come up with something else. Taking in a deep breath to raise his confidence, he reaches to push loose strands of hair behind your ear; gaining rounds of gasps and amused sounds from your audience.Â
Wide eyes full of uncertainty, or maybe even dread, stare back at him anticipating his next move. Thereâs no point in bothering to ask if youâre okay with this, obviously you arenât. Given the way your nose wrinkles as he moves closer to you and cups your cheeks.Â
Soft, warm, so squishy beneath his palms that have been beat up from falling off his skateboard and landing hands first against pavement for years. Youâre as pretty as ever up close, maybe even prettier. Churning his stomach as he looks over your lips, appearing to be pouting out enticingly on purpose if you ask him. And yet you donât want a kiss, anything but that..
âDonât.â You whisper again, hardly moving your mouth.Â
âDonât what.â He repeats monotonously, thumbs slowly sliding down your cheeks. His curious gaze follows, eyeing the swimsuit cover up you have on. The damp one-piece hot pink suit underneath.
Jeno forgets momentarily that this is just a game, that you hate him, that his friends are all snorting and chuckling around you other than Mark who has his eyes covered. He forgets that heâs parting your thighs open to make space for himself against your will, smoothing his hands up your shivering soft inner thighs.Â
âSheâll definitely crack..â Jaeminâs sitting the closests to you, speaking to the others from behind his hand. âJenoâs got this.â He smirks, but his eyes widen within the next second. His full attention returning to his best friend's hands roaming up your body. To the way your stomach convulses and you squeeze your eyes shut to avoid looking at any of them.
âNo closing your eyes.â Renjun speaks up, waving at Jaemin to do something.
Jeno slowly lifts his heavy gaze to his friend, practically threatening him with his blown out lust-ridden gaze to dare to try and touch you. This is his time, and the only one that should ever be lucky enough to lay his hands on you is him. The other seems to understand, silently nodding and shrugging Renjunâs command away.
âYou heard them.â Jeno cups your chin, jerking your head to look at him. Lowering himself deep between your thighs, he grinds down as he lands. The heavy weight of the warm bulge inside of his shorts stealing a gasp from your throat, shooting your eyes fully open to land on his. âThatâs it.â
Striking your core with another roll of his hips, he can hear the deep inhales around him. Everyone watching the tiny jolts your body gives, digging your back against the floor with each movement.Â
âThis is too much.â Mark says from further back, having moved away from the circle to cover his ears and look in the opposite direction. âI canât watch.â
âCanât believe she hasnât tapped out..â Haechan whispers, biting down on his lips when Jeno picks up his pace, slinking a hand between your bodies.
âJeno..â you grit between clenched teeth, unable to move yourself out from under his weight.
âLoser?â He taunts, shifting his lower half down more for his hardened bulge to press against your clothed slit. The tips of his perverse fingers seeking their destination as he taps at your bundle of nerves and pulls your spine to bow up. âGive up.â He mouths, thrusting his stiff hard-on forward roughly. Successfully manipulating the fabric of your swimsuit to close in, sink between your folds.Â
Panic runs all over your face as you shake your head and lower your gaze to where your hips meld into each other. Biting down on the backs of your teeth to quell down the moans beating at the inside of your throat. Jeno would shove his shorts and boxers off in one go given any other circumstance. Desperate to let his cock breathe the more he builds up his thrusts and slams his hips down.Â
âFuck this is..â Jisung wipes the sweat collecting at his neck.
âHot.â Jaemin finishes, cheeks flushed pink with big glossy eyes scanning you from your pleasured face to your curved up spine.
Jeno would agree with them, if only he wasnât so painfully horny. Clutching onto one of your thighs, he throws it over his hip for better leverage to nestle his cock right between your cunt. The material of his swim trunks all sticky and wet from the pre-cum that wonât stop dripping out of his cock. He grunts, using his free hand to grab onto your neck before his next thrust can jerk you too far up the floor. A moan gets caught up in his throat, panicking that it may slip free, he lowers closer to your face. Lips hovering dangerously near by, only a few inches away; each fan of breath emitting from his lips more threatening than the last.
Flailing out your arms in a panic, you stare up at him wide tear-filled eyes, reaching for his wrist. âN-no!â
âShit.â He bites down, clasping your throat tighter. âTapping out?â
With your eyes squeezed shut you weakly throw out your free hand at his chest. âNo m-more!â
âFuck.â Renjun groans, rubbing over his face.Â
âJ-Jeno wins.â Jisung says brokenly, stretching his shirt down to his folded in knees to hide the embarrassingly obvious bulge that's formed in his shorts.
Bending down, he hits you with one more firm thrust, lips pressed to your ear. The corners of his mouth twitch as he presses a kiss along your earlobe and nips at your jaw. âYou lose.â
He watched your face crumble, squeezing your eyes shut as a whimper fled from your lips. Desperate for a taste he plastered his sweaty palm over your mouth. The way your eyes shot open and burned holes into him has never left his mind. Much like the way your thighs clenched around his hips, fear and arousal hitting you all at once.Â
âI know you want a kiss.â Pressing his lips to your forehead, he thrusted against your core pointedly one more time. Rolling off to the side with a proud grin as he sat up victoriously.
Ever since that night, he hasnât been able to keep his hands off of you whenever you meet up for summer vacation again. Well, thatâs not exactly true, since he canât actually touch you in front of all of his friends. What would Mark think if he saw the way you drop to your knees for him so easily, how you spit on his cock and gobble him down better than any slut in grade A quality porn?Â
What would any of them think? And why does he still give a damn. If anything, his friends would be raging with jealousy if they could only hear the way you moan and cry on his cock..
âJaemin!âÂ
There you are- jumping up from the couch only to run right past him and leap into his best friend's open arms; wrapped up in a tight embrace straight out of some cheesy romcom. Even snaking your legs around his hips, straight up looking like a pair of long-distance lovers.
Jeno would be offended if not for the act you two have successfully kept up the last few summers now. Because why would you greet him first? You hate him.Â
He hates you.
At least thatâs what everyone around the two of you believes.
âAh, Iâve missed you so much.â His friend sighs, nose pressed against your hair with his eyes falling shut as he deeply inhales. Itâs not unusual to see you this close with any of them, but his fingers still itch and jerk by his hips when you take a step back to cup Jaeminâs cheeks and squeeze them until his smooth lips pop forward and he brings out his signature big dolly eyes. Blinking those long eyelashes at you that he knows melts hundreds of girls' hearts.
âYouâve been crying.â
He nods and accentuates his plump pout, bitten over pink lips jutting forward much too close to yours. âItâs okay Jaemin, Iâm here now. Iâve got you baby.â
Another hug, another sight that makes Jenoâs eyes shake as you rub up and down Jaeminâs spine, cooing and waving behind his back at Haechan and Renjun who enter next.Â
Jeno wonât so much as get a nod or âsup?â And he knows it. Clenching his teeth as he looks away and rolls his eyes. Itâs not a big deal, nothing to overreact about, not like heâs your boyfriend or anything..
âBoooo!! Break up the love fest!â Haechan shouts, dropping his bag to hold out a thumbs down and obnoxiously blow his tongue out. âGross.â
âHeyy, my poor Jaeminâs heart is broken!â You scoff, smacking his hand down. âHe needs me, unlike you emotionless brutes, I know how to comfort him.â
Oh? You know about Jaeminâs break-up? The one that just happened 2 days ago? That seems to make Jenoâs ears perk up, watching from the corner of his eye as you motion for his best friend to follow you down the hall. âCome on, letâs get you all settled in. I brought you something.â
Thatâs weird.
Surely Jaemin will tell him about it later, you two have always been closer than you are even with Mark. Itâs probably nothing, friends catching up.. thatâs all.
Jeno will sneak to your room later, after everyone falls asleep and then you can properly reunite. He canât wait really, would have made his way to your room once everyone settled into their rooms if you werenât so occupied with Jaemin..
âMan, she wastes no time.â Renjun laughs, interrupting his thoughts. âDudeâs dick probably still smells like Jini, but here she is ready to claim.â
âJaemin said theyâve been talking a lot though, must really want him since she never gave up.â Mark mentions, reminding everyone of their usual assigned bedrooms.
âWhoâs been talking?â Jeno asks abruptly, shifting to stand awkwardly when everyoneâs attention lands on him. âWhat are you guys on about?â
âThis is like the first summer Jaeminâs ever been single.â Jisung shrugs, pointing down the hallway. âI do not want to sleep in the rooms next to either one of them.â
âJaemin and Jini break up all of the time.â Jeno says flatly, patience wearing thin. âTheyâll get back together before we even head home.â
âNot if she has anything to do with it.â Haechan snorts, smiling lazily to one side. Nodding in the direction youâve disappeared off to with Jaemin.. âI know you hate her, but we all know sheâs been dying to fuck Jaemin.â
What?Â
Renjun rolls his eyes. âShould have been me.â
âDude.âÂ
âSorry Mark, but itâs true!â Renjunâs tongue clicks, glaring down the hallway. âIâve been flirting with her since we were kids!â
âHavenât we all?â Haechan adds, turning toward Jeno. âI mean, the rest of us. Not you.â He corrects mostly to calm the anger radiating off of his friend.Â
âCanât believe weâve been here for longer than 10 minutes without the two of you exploding at each other yet.â Mark forces a smile, scratching his neck nervously. âHope uhh.. we can skip that for the next couple of weeks.â
Jenoâs lips tighten together, sealing them shut to stop himself from screaming out something outlandish that he wonât be able to explain. Thereâs no fucking way youâre seriously trying to hook up with Jaemin? His best fucking friend? Youâd never.Â
But you would, because you love to piss him off, whether itâs intentional or not.
âI want to see you. Right now.â Quickly turning around, he shoots you a text. Squinting when his ears pick up on the sound of buzzing clattering on the kitchen counter. Of course you left your phone behind, great.Â
Text Message From âthe biggest asshole I knowâ reads across the screen. Real mature. At least now he has an excuse to bother you.
âUh, Iâll be in my usual room.â He nods toward Mark, hauling his bag up the stairs. âNeed a shower and a quick nap.â
âLater bro.â
Dropping off his bag in the room across from yours, he tries to unlock your phone. Unable to access more than your lock screen when asked for the passcode, he grunts and walks over to your bedroom for the next couple of weeks. It already smells like you in here, all of your lotions and body sprays set up on one of the dressers, empty luggage on the floor. You must have gotten in early today.. didnât even bother to text him and let him know.
You probably let Jaemin know, he thinks, eyes rolling off to one side annoyed.Â
âWhat are you doing here?âÂ
Jenoâs head snaps to find you at the door, pulling your phone from his pocket. âForget something?â
âOh.. thanks.âÂ
âThatâs all you have to say to me? What happened to hello? How have you been?â
âWhen have I ever cared about your well-being?â
âRight.â
He hasnât even had time to get a good look at you yet. Slowly dragging his eyes down your figure to the sandals you have on, your cutely painted toes. The same toes heâs stuffed inside of his mouth while 9 inches deep inside of you. âIf I was Jaemin, youâd care.â
âJaeminâs my friend.â You say snarkily, letting the door stay open behind you. âIs that a problem?â
âSeems like a lot more than a âfriendâ to me.â
The questioning look in your eye screams something he canât decipher, maybe something he doesnât want to begin to figure out. âYou shouldnât use my best friend just to make me jealous.â
âGod, you seriously think that my world revolves around you.â Rolling your eyes, you point behind yourself toward the door. âGet the hell out of my room.âÂ
âAre you gonna make me?â Jenoâs head feels fuzzy already as his palm slams against your door to close it shut. He canât deny he missed this, the way you stare at him with disgust written all over your pretty features, a little fear hidden in your gaze. Your tight-lipped frown, puffing your chest out to come off more intimidating than you could ever pull off. It makes his blood buzz, ears light up pink filled with fire, intoxicated by the hate that only you are capable of giving him.
âI said get out of my rooâ!â A large palm around your throat cuts off your screaming before you can finish. Stealing your next breath with the heavy weight of his hand encased around your neck.
âWanna repeat that for me?â He mocks, leaning in closer to hiss near your ear before your eyes roll up to find his. That lost empty headed look heâs become addicted to locks in on him, the same exact way it did in the coat closet downstairs near the entrance only a few years ago.Â
7 minutes in heaven never stood a chance between the bickering and insults you lashed out at each other alone in the middle of hung up jackets and stuffed away pillows. Somehow you two always ended up in these situations, whether it be your friends looking for a laugh or destiny sending you down the same path.
âLetâs get this over with.â You rolled your eyes like such a brat. He hated it, hated how easy one little stupid movement could make his skin crawl. No reason you should look that good showing off the whites of your eyes, acting like a little bitch.
âIâm not fucking kissing you.â
âYou think I want this?! Iâm so sick of always getting stuck with you! Youâre probably the worst kisserââ
He had cut you off back then too, the same exact way. Enraged by the lies you continued to hurl at him with intent to hurt. âYou never shut the fuck up.â
The moan that slipped out of your lips caught the both of you off guard. Tightening his chokehold on your throat to earn another more desperate whiny sound. âYou like that?â
You still like that, love it in fact. Pursing your lips together to shoot a wad of spit at his face, you gain a bit of momentum while he curses and shakes off the saliva dripping down his cheek. Using his moment of distraction to claw at his shoulders and slam your hips down onto the leg he trapped you against the door with.
âYou fucking bitch.âÂ
He knows you hate it when he calls you that, evident by the added pressure you dig into his shoulders with. Strong enough to tear tiny holes through the material of his worn down t-shirt. He hisses and shoves the back of your head against the door. âIâve been great by the way, in case youâre curious. Thanks for the warm welcome.â
âDid you expect the red carpet rolled out sunshine?â
âItâs not everyday a girl moans out that Iâm the best fuck of her life.â He teases meanly, raising an eyebrow. âHave you forgotten already?â
Averting your gaze, you curse under your breath. Blinking away the heat thatâs rushed up to your cheeks and burned up to the rims of your eyes. âThatâs notââ
âNot what?â He cuts you off, digging his fingers into your hips to roll your lower half up and down his thigh. âNot true?â
It was a moment of weakness, Jeno knows. Knew last summer when you whimpered and trembled on his cock inside of the small pool house he followed you into. Lost in the euphoria of your orgasm or not, nothing you cried out had been a lie and you both know it. Even if you refused to meet his gaze after and changed the subject when he brought it up again later.Â
âFucking hate you.â You whisper, showing lack of resistance as he speeds up how fast you rock up and down his thigh.
âIâm the worst.â He cooes, licking his lip. Pressing in to nudge his nose against yours. âSay it, tell me Iâm the worst.â
âSick is what you are,â you spit out breathily. The taut skin between your eyebrows folding together. âSo.. fucking annoying.â You pant, the loose summer dress you threw on riding up to your stomach. Underwear scratching against your clit maliciously. âSt-stop.â
âCome on baby, tell me.â He huffs, thigh bouncing against your circling hips. âWho fucks you as good as me?â
No one. No one does.
Shaking your head, you look away, face scrunching up as your orgasm begins to unfold. âBullshit.â
âMaking a mess all over my thigh after only a few minutes?â He questions huskily, licking up your sweat damp cheek. The mocking tone unravels a frantic panic through your gut, flushed by the embarrassment. âAnd you expect me to believe anything youâre saying right now?â
âUgh! Get off of me.â You grunt, pushing your weight against his chest. Beating your rolled up fists down on his pecs. âAsshole.â
âWhatâs your problem?â
âYou. Always you.â You spit, moving around him to open one of the nightstands drawers. Thighs gripped together to stop yourself from making a mess down your thighs. âOnly came in here to grab Jaeminâs gift.â
âOh?â Jenoâs eyebrows raise all the way up high, tongue dragging across the upper row of his teeth. âWasnât aware of the Birthday party?â
âI donât need celebratory excuses to buy my friends gifts.â You sneer, intentionally walking into him on your way to the door. âYou wouldnât know anything about that.â
âWhatâd you get him?â He asks curiously, attempting to grab the bag from your hands.Â
âNone of your fucking business.â Taking a big leap toward the door, you yank it open. âAnd get out of my room.â
âWhy? I can just wait in here for you.â
âIâm busy catching up with Jaemin, wonât be back soon. Donât want you stinking up the place.â Blowing him a kiss, you finish with a raised middle finger. âFuck outta here.â
Jeno watches you head down the hallway toward the room Jaemin typically shares with Jisung, confusion streaked across his face.Â
âThis doesnât make any sense..â he whispers, leaning against your door. You seriously just ditched him like that?!? When youâve practically damn near mounted him and tackled him down for a quickie each time you reunited the past few summers?!
Shaking off his insecure thoughts, he trudges to his bedroom to finish off what you should be on your knees for. Itâd be too weird to storm into Jaeminâs bedroom pitching a full tent to yell at you right now.. no way to explain that..
Whatever youâre up to, he doesnât like it. Ruining his orgasm in the shower as he lightly bangs his head against the wet tile. Frustrated by all of the scenarios he keeps imagining you and Jaemin falling into, alone, in his room, on his bed, probably sucking face with his best friend.
âShe wouldnât.â He nods to himself, convinced that you may be dumb- but you canât be that dumb.
Scrubbing at his wet hair with a towel, he catches the annoyed look on his face in the wet fogged up bathroom mirror. âShe would.â
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âHoly hell.â Haechan whistles as you step outside, gaining Jenoâs attention to follow his line of gaze.
What the fuck.
âMama Mia.â Renjun fist bumps Haechan, both nodding proudly. âNo more granny one piece swimsuits.â
âAlways knew she had a nice ass on her.â
Jenoâs upper lip curls upwards, glaring at you setting down a towel on one of the pool chairs. Making a real show of it with all the unnecessary bending over and hair flips you do.Â
âIf it walks like a whore and talks like a whore.â He mutters, scoffing. âCan only be a fucking whore.â
âEhh, youâre just mad sheâll never let you hit.â Renjun jeers, pinching Jenoâs cheek. âGrow up!â
Slapping his hand away, he refocuses on setting off laser beams from his eyes into your backside. Your extremely exposed backside that he should have left marked up yesterday with his handprints and teeth marks. That would shut his friends up who have no chance with you, because you belong to him.
At least sometimes.Â
The huge smile that graces your pretty face as Jaemin approaches you tells him otherwise. Sucking in the insides of his cheeks to bite down on as he watches the two of you embrace and his best friend's hands float much too close to the perk of your ass.
âLuckiest motherfucker in the world I swear.â Haechan curses, sucking air between his teeth when Jaemin takes the chance and gently pats your hip. âI give it one more day before theyâre hooking up.â
âYouâre probably right.â Renjun hums and agrees. âThe sooner the better so we can swoop in next.â
âWanna tag team?â
âLetâs do it.â
âShe doesnât want any of you.â Jeno shuts them up, frustrated by their banter interrupting his thoughts. Rolling his eyes petulantly and scoffing loudly to announce how annoyed he is.
Who the fuck does Jaemin think he is?! Suddenly single and immediately ready to deep dive between the first pair of legs ready to spread for him?! And you! Who the hell do you think you are! Shamelessly flirting with his friend?!
âThis guy.â Haechan rolls his eyes, straightening up and puffing his chest out as you approach them.
âWhatâs on the menu today boys?â You ask cheerfully, not sparing Jeno a look.
âHow about a mimosa for the pretty lady?â
âSounds great!â You say cheerfully, bouncing up and down much too eagerly for Jenoâs liking.
âWhat are you wearing?â He hisses as quietly as possible, not wanting to draw attention from Haechan and Renjun as they scour through the pool bar for champagne. âWhat the hell is this?â
âHuh?â You ask dumbly, making the same old disgusted face you always pull when he tries to speak to you. âWhat did you say to me?â
Jeno watches his friends squat down in search of orange juice, grabbing onto your elbow to draw you closer to him. âI said, what the hell are you wearing?!â
âUhm, a bathing suit?â Attempting to shrug him off, you push at his bare chest. âLet go of me!â
âQuiet down..â his lip curls in, tugging you closer. âWhereâd you buy this? A fucking Hustler store?â
âIâll have you know this is Beach Bunny! And I paid a lot for it!â
âYeah, with daddyâs money.â
âYou shouldnât talk, West LA trash.âÂ
Ah, there it is. The same shit your spoiled little princess ass always has to say to him. Nothing new, the same fucking boring drag. âThatâs all you got? Come on, you can do better than that.â
âLet go of me, Jeno.â You say sternly, with a serious tone. Failing to free yourself from his grip.
âCover up slut.â He spits, nostrils flaring. âPrancing around showing everything off like that for free? Who fucking raised you?â
âWhatâs your fucking problem?!âÂ
âHey uhh,â Haechan clears his throat, taking light steps toward you with Renjun in tow. âDrinkâs ready.â
The two peer back and forth between you and Jeno, worry etched across their faces. Repeatedly stealing looks at his hand cradled around your elbow.Â
âThanks.â
Before you can reach the flute of champagne and orange juice, Jenoâs arm shoots out faster than he can think. Stealing the glass from Haechanâs hand to pour down your chest and stomach. A round of shocked gasps coming from his friends and the high-pitched scream you let out snaps him fully alert. Taking a step back with wide eyes as you shake off the sticky liquid and proceed to glare at him with balled up fists.
âWhat. The. Fuck!â
An apology nearly rolls off of his tongue before Renjun rushes to clean off your stomach, shifty-eyed as he takes extra time to dry off your chest. âMy new bathing suit!â
Jeno acted abruptly off anger and worry, mostly worried of what his friends could be wondering about finding the two of you like that. Clenching his fists, he bites back the apology that tries to push through.
âDude, that was not cool.â Haechan snickers at him, snatching the glass back with a look full of disappointment.
âYeah Jeno, grow the fuck up man.â
Ugh! Great. Now heâs made a fool of himself all thanks to you once again. Shaking his head, he catches your piercing gaze before squatting down to hide behind the bar. You knew good and well what you were doing stepping outside in some skimpy little two piece, dental floss riding up your ass. Itâs not his fault that you get off on making him angry or whatever the hell it is that motivates you to piss him off.
âDonât worry, you still look sexy as fuck.â He hears Renjun mumble. Grinding his teeth together as he continues to pretend to look for something to drink.Â
âYeah, here, take this one to Jaemin.â Haechan adds, handing you two champagne flutes. âGo get your boy.â
âYou guysss,â you giggle playfully, shooting them both a wink before heading off.
âThat was really low, even for you man.â Haechan leans over the bar just as Jeno stands up, distracting himself by reading the label on the bottle in his hold.
âGet over it.â He mutters, ignoring the judging looks his friends share.Â
âHeâs too old to be going through a hormonal imbalance.â Renjun whispers, nudging Haechanâs side to look over in the direction you headed off to. âKind of funny how Jaeminâs the prey instead of the predator.â
âHe doesnât stand a chance.â Haechan snorts, taking a sip of his beer. âWish I was dead meat instead, would gladly lay my body out like a corpse to be picked over.â
âWhatâs that about?â Jeno glares toward the corner of the pool youâve sidled up to with Jaemin much too close by your side. Floating there, occasionally leaning against the stairs. Smiling and laughing all too much for his liking. The champagne flutes sitting emptied along the edge of the pool along with other bottles his best friends already finished off.
âTheyâre probably gonna fuck.â Haechan shrugs, speaking casually. âWe all saw that coming.â
What?!
Jenoâs mouth pops open, quickly picking up his jaw, shielding his eyes from the sun with his hand to properly look at his friend. âWhat the fuck do you mean by that?â
âLiterally that.â Renjun adds, coating the glass in his hand with sugar along the rim before pouring in various shots of alcohol. âGood for her, sheâs been trying to get inside of Jaeminâs pants for years. Wish it was me, but whatever.â
You have?! Since when!
Jeno quickly stands up straight, fists clenched at his sides. âSh-she said that? She told you that?â
âPftt, itâs obvious. She hardly even keeps in contact with any of us all year except Jaemin.â
WHAT?!
âYeah, sheâs helped him a lot through this break-up with Jini.â Renjun shrugs, mixing his drink. âBut from what Jaemin showed me, they pretty much just flirt all of the time.â
âWhat?? Jaeminâs never mentioned her to me!â
âProbably because you hate her dude.â Haechan tips his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose to get a look at him. Cocking an eyebrow up with intrigue. âAnytime we so much as say her name you get all pissy and blow a gasket.â
âYouâre worse than a girl sometimes.â Renjun snorts, joining Haechanâs side on one of the pool chairs under a canopy.
Okay. Valid. Maybe Jaemin would avoid mentioning you if that's the case. He works hard to keep this act up around his friends. Not that it is an act, he really does hate you..
But why would you fail to say anything?! Youâve never once told him youâre into Jaemin! Not that you would.. whore.Â
âDude, you okay? Why are you making that face?â Haechan laughs, pointing toward the frustrated wrinkles formed between Jenoâs eyebrows. âLook like youâre about to shit yourself.â
âShut up.â Jeno waves him and Renjun off, stomping toward the house while sneaking a look back at you and Jaemin. Thereâs no fucking way youâre seriously trying to hook up with his best friend, right in front of his face! Even through the water he can see your hands groping over his thighs, lips only an inch away from each other.Â
Who the hell do you think you are! Probably want him to suffer and watch you flirt with some other guy right in front of him. Not just any other guy but his best god damn friend. The one person he holds above all and trusts with his life.Â
Haechan and Renjun think heâs too old to be acting like this?! If only they even knew what the hell youâre up to at your grown ass age.
Stomping inside of the house, he paces around the kitchen rubbing at his face. To think he had plans on taking the next step with you this summer. Of admitting something heâs not even sure he wants to be honest about anymore.
âDid the big pissy baby get overheated out there?â
Your voice shatters his stupor, twisting around to find you leaned over the kitchen island with a pleased shit-eating grin on your face. âWhat are you doing?â He asks flatly, charging to lean over the other side of the counter and meet you half-way. âOr, what do you think youâre doing, huh?â
âI donât know what youâre going on about.â You shrug, walking around him to get to the fridge. âCame in here to get Jaemin some ice, everythingâs melted down in the cooler.â
âBullshit.â Pressing against your back, he flattens you against the cool freezer door before you can get it open. âIâm not into this game youâre playing, so stop it.â
âLike I said,â you push back against him, groaning as he uses extra strength to keep you pressed. âI donât know what the fuck youâre talking about.â
âYou donât?â Curling a digit under the strap of your bottoms, he tugs until the material painfully stretches across your rim. Peering down and licking his lips at the way your hips jut back toward him. âThis pretty flimsy poor excuse of a swimsuit wasnât to impress me, was it?â
âStop pulling at it!â Grabbing onto his wrist, you try to tug him off. Hissing at the friction caused against your core. âIâm serious Jeno! Itâs expensive!â
âYou know what else is?â Letting go of the strap to crack against your hip, he wraps around your waist and turns you fast. Manhandling you into a bent position over the kitchen counter. âWhat you owe me for that stupid little act out there.â
âDonât! Jaeminâs waiting for me!â You wriggle, grabbing at the counter ledge to escape. Firm heavy hands settle against the end of your spine. Locking your lower half in place with his hips pressed securely against your backside.
âBeing way too loud, youâre trying to get caught at this point.â Peering outside of the nearest window, his friends seem oblivious to anything taking place outside of drinking and splashing around. âWhat if Jaemin sees you like this? Acting like the filthy whore you are. Does he know that side of you yet?â
âStop!â You writhe against him, squeezing your eyes shut as his nails trace down your back to the swell of your ass.Â
âAnswer me.â The warmth of his palms cup under your butt, shoving up until the fleshy skin folds over on your lower back. âDoes he know?â
âNo..â you mewl, grip on the counter loosening. Struggling to stay balanced on your tiptoes with shaky knees.
âWhy not?â Jeno tuts, rolling his hips in a circle against your lifted bottom. âOnly for me?â
ââŚmhm..â you admit, full of shame, dropping your cheek to lay flat against the cool marble of the counter. âOnly for you.â
âIf I leave you marked up right now..â he mutters, sucking in air between his teeth. Pulling off of you an inch to admire how much smaller his hands look trying to knead and squeeze all of your plump backside. âHow will you explain what happened to all of your admirers?â
âPlease Jeno, come on..â
âWhat are you begging for?â He says mockingly, digging his blunt nails deep enough to hurt but not leave behind more than faded indentations. âFor me to fuck you right here?â Bending over on top of you back, he grabs onto your jaw to make sure your eyes find the window. âWant them all to see, donât you?â
âN-no..â
âWhy? Afraid theyâll find out what a slut you really are? After playing this fake innocent act all these years?â
âJenoâseriously, this isnât funny!â
âWe both know,â dragging the tip of his nose down your cheek, he bites down on your jawline. Pushing off to pull your bikini bottoms to one side and expose your core. âYou love being watched.â
Itâs reminiscent of that first time he broke you down in front of all of your friends. Laying here, letting him have his way with you again, excited by the idea of getting caught. âLeft me hanging yesterday..â
Squatting down to his knees, he cups your ass, slowly pulling you apart to get an up close look between your thighs. Wet warmth painted between your slit eagerly greets him, sucking in a long-winded breath. âDonât tell me youâre this wet because of someone else?â
A pathetic sound comes out muffled with half of your mouth pressed to the counter. Shivering as he purses his lips and blows out soft breaths of air along your middle.Â
âI asked you something.â Landing a hard smack down on your ass, he grips your hips to stay in place when they jump back.
âOnly you.â You mumble quietly.
âSay that shit again, I want them to hear you.â Another rough hit jolts your backside. Bouncing against the counter, digging into your pelvis from the pressure you slam back down with.Â
âJeno..â
The backyard door creaks open, snapping both of your necks straight and jumping up to stand. Fixing your bottoms into place as Jeno curses and stands awkwardly by your side, left with no time to dig inside of his swim trunks and adjust himself before he spots the intruder.
Jisungâs dark hair bounces through the corridor to the kitchen not a second later, surprised to see you standing together in the kitchen.
âWhatâs going on here? You two fighting again?â Jisung rolls his eyes, pausing to take in the disoriented state both of you are in. âThatâs weird.â
âWhat?â Jeno asks shortly, jaw clenching annoyed by the interruption.Â
âUhm,â blinking down toward the olders crotch, he quickly shakes his head and continues to walk to the bathroom. âNothing.â
Waiting for Jisung to disappear from your line of sight, you let out a sigh. Nodding to the huge tent Jenoâs sporting in his trunks. âMight want to go take care of that before going back out there.â
âAw man, fuck. Little fucker definitely saw that.â Jeno lets out a long-winded breath, banging the back of his head against one of the cabinets. âCome to my room later?â
âCanât.â You say stiffly, pretending to ignore the throb between your thighs. âAlready told Jaemin we could watch a movie together. Anyway, try not to cum inside of your shorts.â Without giving him a chance to respond, you rush back outside to curl up close to his best friend's side under one of the sun umbrellas.Â
Jeno takes a few steps ready to chase after you, cursing out when his lower half brushes against the counter. âFuck.â
Heâd ignore how hard the veins lining his cock thrum, engorged and full of blood from the thought of finally getting some and wait a few more minutes until he goes soft, but you just look too damn good in that stupid flimsy bikini. Better than you should flaunting yourself for anyone other than him. This is the second time heâs had to jerk off thanks to you. How stupid of you to think this shit youâre pulling will pay off in the end, unless youâre looking to get fucked close to to death. Two can play hard ball, and he knows he can play much harder than what youâre able to handle.
âWhatever.â
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âIâm always here for you Jaemin.â
A smile finally appears, ducking his face as he chuckles softly and reaches for your hand hanging by your hip. âYouâve been too good to me ever since the break-up. I donât know how to thank you.â
âYou donât have to thank me for anything, Iâm your friend. Itâs my duty to make sure that smile never leaves your handsome face.â
He pauses for a minute, thumb rubbing the back of your hand as he zones out and nods. âYou are my friend. She never really liked that, said Iâd call this a boys trip just to come out here to flirt with Markâs cousin..â
A swell of hope crashes through your chest when his eyes lift to yours and he smiles large enough for the top row of his teeth to fully show. One of your favorite things about Jaemin, his blinding smile that you really would do anything to bring out. âFriends arenât supposed to flirt, right?â
âI wouldnât even know how to begin flirting.â You pout, exaggerating your blinks. âHow would I flirt? Can you show me?â
A clear tinge of red rises up his neck, dropping his head back to let out a howling laugh, inadvertently squeezing your hand tightly. âThe idea of you- of all people, not knowing how to flirt is too funny. âDonât make me laugh.â
âI donât see whatâs so funny about that.â You smirk, leaning in to sway closer to him for your face to only stand a couple of inches apart. âCanât you teach me how to flirt? I bet youâre real good at it.â
Jaemin staggers for a moment, smile fading slowly as he takes in your curious gaze. The glint in his gaze darkens, slowly dragging across your lips. âYou really want me to show you? Not just bullshitting me?â
âMhmm.â You nod, biting down a grin.
Clearing his throat, he straightens, releasing your hand to rest his arm above your head against the door frame to your bedroom. âSay, we just wrapped up a first date..â He hums, painting a scenario out for you without breaking eye-contact. âI walk you home, thank you for gracing me with your presence.â He huffs, lip lifting to one side holding back an amused smirk. âAnd then I stop to look you up and down, just like this.â
Slowly, long thick dark eyelashes take their time to fan down over his pinkened cheeks, tucking his lower lip in beneath his teeth as he passes over your chest. Licking the plumpness filling his red juicy bottom lip. âAnd I lean in close enough to feel your breath quickening, to watch your chest rise faster. Making it obvious that I canât stop staring at you, canât get enough of your beauty. Really make every second feel like minutes as I admire how gorgeous and sexy you are.â
His voice deepens to a low rumble, re-enacting everything he says until your backs pressed flat against the door, breathing shallowly, gone silent with evident awe all over your face.
âI donât have to say much..â he smirks slightly, the standard traditional cute cocky and charming smirk he always pulls when getting his way. His hands lift to move a loose strand of hair behind your ear, intentionally slowly grazing the shell of your ear. Pleased by the obvious shiver that passes down your body. âI just..â
Taking one more step forward he meets you at eye level, dragging his fingers down your jawline to your chin to pinch, focusing on your lips naturally parting open for him, so inviting.
âLick my lips,â and he does, dragging his tongue from one side to the other, gaze more sultry and hooded now. âAnd whisper right here like this..â only a hairâs breadth away, he whispers less than an inch away from your mouth. âAnd when do I get to see you again?â
Fuck.Â
Ready to scream, you have to bite down on your tongue when he abruptly pulls away and shrugs, standing up straight. âWorks every time.â
âUhm,â sucking down a dry gulp, you nod rapidly, patting for the doorknob behind you. âIâll definitely have to try that out sometime.â
Jaemin backs away, stepping backwards and shooting you a wink. âYouâll have to let me know if it works. Now get some rest, we have a long day by the pool tomorrow.âÂ
Youâd swear he hasnât stopped flirting given the way he spins around and watches you from over his shoulder still stuck in place against your door as if youâve been hot glued there. May as well be, clenching your thighs in a deathgrip out of fear that the sticky heat pooling your underwear could trickle free.Â
âJesus fucking Christ.â You whine once heâs disappeared to the other side of the house. Letting out a long exhausted sigh, you quickly make to enter your room, reaching for the light switch as the door shuts behind you, coating everything in darkness. Thatâs strangâ
âYou canât be fucking serious.âÂ
A roar full of anger charges at you, rasping deep before colliding with your chest, crashing your back against the opposite side of the door you were just fighting to free yourself from.
âAh, fuck!â You hiss, reaching to rub the back of your head sure to have a walnut sized bump by morning. âJeno?? Is that you?!?â
âWho the fuck else would it be Sherlock.â He rasps angrily directly in your face, lodging one of his thick forearms under your chin until you cough from lack of air.
âWh-what the hell are you doing?!â You manage to squeak out, slapping his elbow. âGet off of me!â
âWhat the hell am I doing?!â He growls, nose digging against your forehead. âWhat the hell are you doing!!â
âHuh??â
âMy best friend?!â Jenoâs screaming, crackling the louder he gets, jerking his arm against your neck to congest your air flow. âPlease be fucking serious. Iâve had enough of this shit! You and whatever this is- it ends now.â
âWh-what?!â You cough, clutching onto his muscular forearm with both hands, struggling to suck in large inhales of oxygen. âI said get off of me, you fucking dick!â
âGod you wonât be satisfied until you fuck literally everyone.â Dropping his arm, he gives you no time to recover, manhandling you around to slam you chest first against the door. He scoots up behind you, slotting his covered lower half against yours. The familiar addictive warmth youâve hungered for since last summer break throbs against your bottom, having to grind your teeth to control an onslaught of whimpers from giving away your arousal. Itâs been hard enough to stop yourself from tapping at his door. Having to distract yourself with another cheesy Disney film to watch with Jaemin until you canât fight sleep off any longer.
âYouâre such a whore, fucking open up your legs for anyone.â Strong hands grip the backs of your thighs, slowly climbing up higher to cup the swell of your ass. âI donât give a fuck who you fuck. Haechan, Renjun, you can even take Jisungâs virginity for all I fucking care. Iâd expect no less from a whore like you.â
Pressing in, he flattens to your back, shoving his arm around your neck from behind, cupping your chin to turn your face to the side. âBut you will not,â Jeno breathes heavily against your cheek, licking down to the corner of your mouth. âFuck him.â
You know by now itâs better to stay silent judging by how riled up he already is after blue-balling him twice now. Rutting against your ass like some starved beast desperate to feed, fuck and kill.
But you both know the real reason you sneak around, fight in front of everyone else, taunt and torment each other. The real reason you glare at him from the corner of your eye and suck on his fingers in private. Itâs a game for the two of you, and youâre just about ready to cross the finish line to wrap this up for good. Win or lose, youâre tired of playing.
âOh yeah? And whoâs going to stop me?â
Jenoâs mouth hangs open against your cheek, hot gaze burning down your face. âWhy him. Why him out of everyone?âÂ
âI like him.â You admit, reaching back to dig your nails into his sides. âAnd I think he likes me too.â
âFuck you.â He emphasizes with a hard thrust rocking your hips roughly against the door. âYouâre only doing this to piss me off.â
âThis is going to shock you but my world does not revolve around you.â You huff, smacking at his sides. âSo full of yourself.â
âMaybe I am.â He grunts, bicep curling around your throat tighter, dragging his lips up to your ear. âAnd you? Wanna be full of me?â
Wet thirsty eyes roll up to meet his, slowly tucking your juicy bottom lip in to suck on. âMhm..â
âDonât play fucking dumb.â He jerks, squeezing his arm around your throat harder. âYou know exactly what youâre doing to me.â
âTo you? What am I doing to you?â You ask in a cocky tone, jamming your bottom against his groin. âBesides making your dick grow a couple more inches?â
âBest cock youâve ever taken.â He reminds you. Breaking you down round after round last summer until you were acting brainless, spilling out nonsensical thoughts worshipping him for fucking you so damn well.
Best mouth too, you refuse to add, sleek gaze thinning on him expectantly. âAnd me? What the fuck am I to you?â
âMy whore.â Biting down on your cheek, he tightens the chokehold on your throat even more. Fully stealing your breath and pulling tight until youâre perched onto your tippy toes. âOnly mine, got that?â
This is really the foreplay between you, learning early on how much you enjoy being roughed up and dragged around. Itâs your thing, what really brings your true self out. And Jenoâs the only one thatâs ever picked up on what you really want in bed. How you dream of being fucked, what makes your cunt slick up. Never even having to ask or confirm if what heâs doing to turn you on is enough. Â
All he has to do is remind you of how ashamed you should feel, how dirty you really are for giving it up to him so willingly. A little smack to your face, asphyxiating your lungs and spitting in your mouth, thatâs all it took to have you groveling for more on your knees. Begging him to slap you with his long thick cock, literally drooling at the sight of it with your hands pressed together pleading for him to fuck your throat.
Each time youâve hooked up repeats in his mind non-stop. No one else he fucks with back home matches up to how good you take it, how submissively you melt down at his voice. He canât stop coming back for more, tingling at the thought of getting his mouth and hands back on your body. Thatâs why you always end up here together alone in a safe dark place only built for the two of you.
Heâll never admit how much this means to him, how much you mean to him. How much this turns him on, because part of him believes you have to know by now even if he doesnât do a proper job of showing it. This, these intimate moments with you, bare naked shedding all your inhibitions away one by one, he wouldnât trade this in for anything in the world.
âY-yes,â you croak, snaking your fingers around his forearm to create an inch of space. âYours.â
âExactly.â He says proudly, licking across his upper lip. Forever and always his, because no one else will ever compare. Certainly not Jaemin, and no fucking bum that tries to earn your attention after him.Â
The fuzzy look in your eyes that drives him mad sets off a coil in his stomach. Heat invading his chest as he looks over your swollen bitten lips, hazy gaze hooded by lazed eyelids making you even more seductive and enticing. âMade me wait so long for this, you know that.â
Itâs a warning for whatâs to come, landing a weighted slap down on your ass before he strips off the shorts you have on. Even through the minimal light entering your room from the window, he sucks in a breath between his teeth and gropes over your hips and thighs, scooping your ass to bounce against his palms. âThink you deserve to get fucked after the way youâve been acting?â
âY-yes..â you whisper shamelessly, glancing over your shoulder at him. âI deserve it, donât I puppy?â A hint of playfulness in your voice lifts the corner of his mouth up, fast to shake off his smirk. Jenoâs jaw falls open, blinking furiously to ward off his shock.Â
Nothing gets under his skin more than that bullshit cute nickname you use on him. Always at the worst times, sparking up annoyance and butterflies through his chest. âDonât call me that.â
Dropping down to his knees, he wastes no more time to dig his face between your ass cheeks. Dragging the tip of his nose against your wrinkled rim, he breathes in deep knowing you hate when he does that. Or at least you pretend to by squealing and kicking your feet back at him. Mortified and having to look away when he spreads your ass apart to kiss up and down the crevice of your ass.
Tugging his shirt off, he gets back between your legs. Dragging his pouted lips between your slit, sucking small amounts of your arousal onto his tongue. He groans against your core, vibrating up to where you look over your shoulder at him waiting patiently for what he knows you want.
What you want and wonât get.
Pressing firm kisses to your clit and rim, he bites along the perk of your ass. Gently nipping at the fleshy skin, slapping your hips for your butt to ripple against his face. âShaved your pussy all cute like that for Jaemin?â
A muffled sound of surprise gets lost in your palm, covering your mouth to hide your shock. âNo..â
âSure you didn't, baby.â Slowly standing back up he litters kisses up your back. Gathering your hair to one side to suck on your ear until you squirm and push against him. Kissing down your neck and biting at your shoulder blade before pulling off, he crosses your bedroom to sit on the edge of your bed. âGet your sexy ass over here and sit that pretty pussy on my cock.âÂ
Outstretching his legs, he nods his chin for you to move quick. Walking on trembling legs to quickly obey him, you move to stand in front of him and grab onto his shoulders.Â
âJeno..â
Bleary blown out dark irises peer up at you beneath a thick layer of eyelashes. Losing himself in the heat of the room and your aroused scents beginning to infiltrate the space. Tightening his lips, he adjusts to your hands snaking up his throat, jaw twitching as you dig your thumbs into his chin. âAre you still my puppy?â
Jeno wishes youâd let it go. One night a few summers back when you drank far beyond your limits and he found you in the backyard before you were able to cannonball into the pool. Dragging you back inside, he held your hair back as you emptied your guts and cried about ruining the night. It was a moment of weakness on his part, much like yours. Assuming youâd forget about everything that took place in that bathroom he soothingly rubbed down your spine and told you to stop whining.Â
âYou havenât ruined anything.â No, just his heart and ego that have never fully healed since you entered his life. Not that youâre allowed to know any of that, God forbid he be honest even if you looked so cute as he cleaned off your face.Â
âYou know,â you mumbled, relaxed against the wall as he dabbed your cheeks free of tears and remnants of alcohol. âYouâre such a puppy.â
Jeno squinted at you, snickering under his breath. âWhatever that means.â Ignoring the ache in his chest, he dampened a cloth and wiped down your neck.Â
âMeans youâre so cute.â You whined, weakly smacking his arm. âMy cute puppy, making those sweet eyes at me.â
My cute puppy. His hand hing mid-air, wide eyes full of surprise. Youâre never this nice to him, or this drunk..
âHow much did you drink?â He scoffed, swallowing the tightness away from his throat. âToo much.â He whispers.
âMmh.. youâre right. Way too much.â
And yet, the smile creeping onto your face right now makes his stomach ache. Grinding his teeth together as he steadily grabs you by the waist and you lowers onto his thighs to seek the fat tip of his cock, hissing as it snags along your wet pulsating entrance.Â
âHurry the fuck up and quit pissing me off.â He growls, slapping your ass hard enough to echo through the room.Â
Taking a deep breath, you have to reach down to guide him in. Stomach sucking in as the familiar stretch begins to split you open. Itâs been so long, too long since youâve taken not only Jenoâs cock, but a cock this fucking thick in girth. Squeezing your eyes shut as a cry pushes out from your lips and the thick head of his size inches in, lighting a fire under your cheeks as creamy wet sounds gush their way up to your ears.
âI donât have all fucking day.â He snaps, slapping your buttcheeks with both hands even harder than before. Forcing your posture to slump forward, other hand shaking on his shoulder as another inch pushes in. Already wasted enough of his time with whatever that was, probably just trying to manipulate him to get your way again.
âSâtoo bigââ you whine frustratedly, wrapping both of your arms around his shoulders.
âNever too big for you,â Jeno exhales deeply. âSluts like you only know how to get fucked.â
Taking it upon himself, he wraps around your waist good and tight, bucking his hips up and pushing you down at the same time to fully take in each and every inch. Burying himself deep inside of you to the brim, coercing your wet arousal to drip down his length and pour down heavily onto his sack. He curses between the strangled scream you wail out, wedging each inch in as deep as possible. Dragging his wide length against your tight hot walls with smooth rolls of his hips grinding upward. âFuck thatâs it.â
âSâtoo much.â You repeat stupidly, already fucking babbling. Drooling onto your chin and rolling your eyes shut above him. Nails drag down his shoulders to his biceps, circling his arms for something to keep you grounded to earth, fearful youâll float away as pleasure builds up higher and higher.Â
Winding his arms around your waist tightly, he sucks on your neck. Licking at the sweat pooling its way down to your collarbone. Grunting against your skin hot and heavy as you start to relax around him after minutes of grinding his cock between your thighs. âTake it.â He whispers along your throat, biting down hard enough to leave marks. Slamming his hips up harshly, colliding your ass down on his upper thighs and filling the room with the sound of your damp wet skin clapping against his.
Lack of response drives him to pummel inside of you even faster. Bracing his hands under your thighs to lift you up and down his size easier, he begins to hoist your limpened weight up and down. The stretch around his cock snapping with each pull out to the tip, dragging deliciously through your clenching heat. Wet pussy slickening up and drenching his cock making each glide inside of you easier than the last, clinging sticky arousal down to his balls. The skin between his own thighs sloppy with it, one of his favorite parts about fucking you, always amazed by how wet you get for him.Â
âAlways so wet for me.â He pants already out of his mind, exerting more energy to mold your cunt to the shape of his cock. Providing noisy loud squelches with each penetrating hit of his length. Itâs always so good with you, the best heâs ever had, as if heâd ever dare to admit out loud. Lost so deep in the heat of your eager tight pussy, he has to bite down on his lip hard enough to draw blood to not shout out something he could end up regretting later.
âFuck you baby, so good for me arenât you.â He opts to say instead, gaining speed as he moves back to your waist and pulls you down onto his cock faster. His length grazing against each nerve that shoots straight through your limbs, the clap of your ass hitting his thighs deafeningly loud throughout the room.Â
âUh-huh,â you croon, panting wildly against his shoulder. âDeep, so deep.â
âYeah,â Jeno grinds hot against your most shallow area, the tip of his size kissing your womb. âGreedy pussy wants me even deeper?â
âY-yes,â itâs impossible to ask for more, drooling down to your chest. Jolting on his cock like a rag doll. The aggressive pace heâs fallen into bouncing your breasts against his chest, creating more heat and sweat all over your bodies. âPlease!â
So perfect how much you cry and moan for him, always perfect and good for him. Rasping his own groans out as he possessively grasps your hips and squeezes onto your ass. Hitting you with another succession of slaps before slamming you down onto his complete length. âFuckfuck!âÂ
âPleasepleaseplease!â The combination of your pleasured moans sets something off inside of him. Unleashing his need to feel every part of himself buried inside of you. Reaching to secure your thighs around his waist, he shoves off the bed. Knees bent as he uses all of his strength to stand up and haul your body up in the air with him. The arms around his neck scurrying to wrap around him tighter out of fear of being dropped.
Alarmed, frightened eyes shoot open to look at him, head shaking before his arms flex out using each and every muscle to impale you down onto his cock once again. Ripping an orgasm right out of you before you can even fully process that heâs standing up carrying all of your body as if you weigh nothing. Rushing a powerful orgasm out of you that spills down to his shins, splattering on the ground around his feet. âFuckâyes!â
Letting out a deep guttural howling moan, he chases after release. Unbothered by the despaired cries you continuously let out as he fucks your sensitive pussy wide open. Bicep muscles flex large around your thighs and torso, dripping with a sheen of sweat the more he uses his lower half to push up and bury his length deep inside of you with each barreling thrust. Pliant like a good little doll as you get thrown up and down on him the exact way he likes. Aroused all the more by how your cunt still squeezes around him despite the sad broken little pained âowâsâ you whimper between moans. Clumsily still trying to keep your hold on his shoulders through each sloppy wet stroke.Â
âFuck!â All Jeno can do is let out strings of curses. The blunt tip of his cock hitting deep enough to prod the skin under your navel out in this position. Deep, hard, so tenderless, evoking rough brutality with each violent pounding collision of his thighs crashing against your ass.
âPuppy,â you squeak, unable to form a coherent sentence or thought anymore. Toes curled up around his lower back as your thighs weakly flex to keep a tight grip around his waist. âH-hurts!â
The complaint only fuels him to fuck you faster, blinking away the sweat rolling into his eyes, his hold on you tightens. Crashing your weight down on his length to take take and take. All your good for, to take his cock like the fucking whore you are. Merciless with each slap of his full balls landing against your ass. âGonna fuck you full of cum,â he says with a tight-locked jaw. Spinning on his foot to fall onto the bed with you.
Without missing a beat he reaches for the backs of your knees. Changing the position to keep his cock buried all the way inside of you. Pushing your legs toward your chest and slapping the sides of your thighs in silent demand to hold them in place. âExactly like that, good little slut.â He says gruffly, hips returning to full on hammer inside of you without anything to stop him. Not the way you cry and scream, letting your legs flop out weakly from your hold when he brings down his thumb to rub at your clit meanly. Scorching another orgasm to flood throughout your body.
âJeno! P-please! Enough!âÂ
The hot wrap of your pussy around his thick girth is too good to stop. Heâd fuck you everyday, keep you sat on his cock even when heâs busy. Trained like his good slut to be ready anytime, anywhere, at any given moment. Drooling down your neck exactly like this, eyes fluttering open and shut as if you canât believe this is really happening. Chest bouncing up and down so hard, hitting the underside of your chin. The arch in your spine is painful at this point. Struggling to not allow another orgasm to roll through your body as you lay there in defeat and let him have his way with you.
Curling a hand around your throat, he grabs onto one of your floppy legs, throwing your calve onto his shoulder. Drawing out to the tip of his length, he sucks in a wet saliva-coated breath at the sight of your beat up pussy. Ripe and dripping for the taking, only for him. He feeds the entirety of his cock back inside your velvety soft wet walls. Dropping your jaw open to let out a silent cry as he full on rails your cunt with abandon.Â
âMade to take my cock,â he groans huskily, throat burning from this workout of fucking you. Pushing his stamina to its limits. But he canât stop, wonât stop his hips from slipping his cock in and out. Clutching onto your thigh to control your writhing hips that jump with every sharp thrust that shapes your insides to take only his cock. âOnly mine.âÂ
Still gaining momentum, he fucks into you with inhumane speed when you shout that youâre gonna cum again. Garbled by the sobs you wonât stop letting out, sounding more like chanted prayers worshipping the way he fucks you. Hips slap down against your thighs vigorously, fat cock making sure to permanently destroy your pussy, playing out the loudest wettest sounds with each penetrating hit.
âOh God!â You helplessly cry out loud, back bowing upward. Shooting pain from your lower back up your spine as another orgasm rains down on you. This one nearly shoving his size out from the force of your release. Stuttering his movements enough for wetness to squirt out around his cock, splashing all over his groin and thighs.Â
âFuck, so sexy.â He sighs, swiping down to where his cock disappears inside of you. âOne more.â
âN-no! No more!â Overwhelmed by pleasure, you canât even sob anymore. Too short of breath and dizzy, numb between your thighs as he pulls out completely and readjusts your legs to press down the fronts of your thighs to your chest. âJe-jeno..â
âShhh, one more for me. Only me.â Bracing his hands on the backs of your knees, he shakes off the sweat dripping down his face. Shoving every inch of his length back inside of your swollen used up pussy. Grinding pointed and perfectly right against the spot deep inside of you, the special place only heâs ever been able to repeatedly reach.
In a blur he races to reach his release. Pretzeling your body in half with his knees lifted off the bed, fully mounted on top of you akin to a predator thatâs successfully acquired its kill. Circling its prey with hungry ravenous eyes, licking at his canine teeth ready to dig in. He fucks you through each tear, each trickle of drool that slips from the corners of your lips, each pulsing painful grip your cunt gives his cock. Furiously digging his toes into the bed to bury his length to the hilt, his thrust grow sloppy. Grinding into you one last time as his hips stutter and the sudden mind-crushing weight of his orgasm slams into him like a car wreck.Â
âFuck, every drop,â he whines, hitting you with one more weak thrust as hot sticky semen floods your pussy. âAll of it for you.â
Gasping through his orgasm, you blink the glassy wet away from your eyes. Sent over the edge again by the visual of his jaw hung open above you, filling you full with cum, warming its way through your twitching stomach.Â
The weak orgasm that hits you still tightens your muscles around his length. Both of you hissing when he tries to pull his overly sensitive cock away from it, dropping your legs to rest on his hips. He collapses to your side, biting down on his teeth as he pulls out with a loud pop and cum follows after him, dribbling down to your ass and the bed.
âPuppy..â you whine desperately, continuing to tremble through the aftershocks of repeated orgasms. âKiss me.â
His eyes widen upon your request, staring up at the dark ceiling, still trying to catch his breath. âWhat?â
âKiss me, I want a kiss.â You whisper with less confidence, scratching at his shoulder. âPlease..â
Jenoâs eyebrows furrow, eyeing you from his peripheral vision. âI should go to my room, clean off before I fall asleep..â
âWhat?â
Sitting up, he hops off the bed in search of his clothing. âYeah uh, itâs getting late.â He mumbles out quickly, hopping one leg into his pants. âIâll end up falling asleep in here if I donât get up now.â
âIs that..â You sniffle, sitting up with your arms circling around your chest. â..a bad thing?â
âWell yeah.â Setting your dress onto the bed, he tugs back on his shirt. âWhat if someone sees me leaving your room in the morning?â
âBecause thatâs all you care about.â You nod, sucking in your lips to hold in a cry.
âWe both care about that, pretty sure.â
âYou donât get it.â You snap, getting up to throw on an oversized t-shirt. âYou donât fucking get it. You never have and you never will!â
âGet what?â Jeno glances around one more time to make sure he hasnât forgotten anything. Oblivious to the tears that continue to roll down your face as you storm past him toward the door.
âWhere are you going?!â
âLeave me alone!â You shout, attempting to slam your bedroom door shut before rushing out down the hallway. Using his chest to halt the wood from meeting the frame, he follows after you, eyes wide and full of panic.Â
âWhat the hell is your problem?!â He hisses, fully aware of everyoneâs bedrooms that youâre passing by on the way toward the backyard. âCome back here! Letâs go inside!â
âI said leave me alone!â You scream deeply once stepping outside. Running past the pool toward the gate that leads out to the sand and beach. âGo away Jeno!â
âNo! Come on! What the hell are you doing! Itâs so late!â
âThen go away! Fuck off! God just fucking leave me alone!! You were going to anyways!â
âStop!â Finally catching up to you, he latches onto your arm halfway through the sand. Toes burying into the now cooled off grains that scratch and soothe his skin at the same time. âLetâs go back inside, right now!â
âWhy! You donât fucking care.â You spit out, snatching your arm away. âDonât fucking touch me, please! Leave me alone!â
Jenoâs jaw hangs loose, staring at you with a look full of confusion and disbelief. âWe were having a good timeâI donât get it, what the hellââ
âYou were having a good time.â You bark, shoving at his chest. âYou.â
âIs this about him? Is this about Jaemin?â
âYouâre un-fucking-believable, you know that?!? Ugh! Iâm such an idiot! All of this time Iâve wasted on your ass!â
âWhat are you yelling about?!â
âDo you even know! Do you even have a damn fucking clue how many times your friends have tried to fuck me! And I still choose you!â Digging through your hair in a furious rage, you bellow out a scream between a sob. The sadness youâve pushed aside consuming your anger as tears push out in rivlets. âYou donât get it! And Iâm the dumb idiot that held onto hope that you would..â
âWhy are you telling me this?! To piss me off even more!â Jenoâs fist clench, jaw locked tight at the mention of his friends. Who fucking cares if they all want to fuck you. They donât get to! And thatâs the point, you belong to him and only him.Â
âOh God,â the sound of waves crashing against sand behind you only spins your head around faster. Trying to fully snap out of every thought and concern youâd locked up because you just liked him too damn much. âIâm gonna be sick. I canât believe IâI did this to myself. That I let you do this to me!â
âDo what to you?!â Jeno wishes youâd spit it out already. Rubbing at his temples with his thumb and ring finger, he thinks about earlier. The way you were flirting up a damn hurricane with Jaemin. âIf you want to be with him, fucking say that! Stop dragging me aroundââ
âDragging you around?!â You cut him off, shouting nearly demonically. Grabbing your own throat out of shock at your gravelly tone. âYou have the nerve! The fucking gull to corner me every chance you get and tell me I am dragging you around?! Oh my God.â
âListen, you need to calm down.â Holding up his hands as a sign of peace, he startles and jumps back when you slap them out of your way.
âNo!â The corners of your lips drag down more, sucking up the tears that wonât stop. Wet sobs mixing between your struggling breaths. âIâm so so stupid. All of this time, so stupid. Wish I hated you so fucking badly.â
âYou do..â he should shut up at this point. But he canât, much like vomit, speech continues to spew from his mouth despite his mind insisting he shut up. âYou do hate me. You hate everything about me.â
âYeah.â Scrubbing your closed up fists down your cheeks, you glare at him with the most pained expression heâs ever seen on your delicate face. Ripping right through his chest with the lack of hope left in your gaze. âI hate this. Hate how I fall for you so easily.â
Jenoâs mind seems to finally win, digging his hands into his pockets to stop himself from reaching out to grab you. He listens, sealing his mouth shut to finally listen.
âHate when I feel your eyes on me when you think I donât notice you. Hate how I have to pretend your stupid immature jokes arenât funny. Hate when I do find you watching me, and you look away, even blush and try to play it off. How pretty your eyes look when they disappear when you smile. How stupid you look coming out of the pool with your messy hair sticking up every direction. How you sing along to all of my favorite songs and ruin them for me.â Letting out a long sigh, you cross your arms to hug your chest, shivering from the cool breeze that builds the longer you stand there.Â
âI hate how I smile when I see a new text from you. How nice you smell when you shouldnât, how your clothes always feel softer than anyone elseâs. Hate the way you play guitar, how you pretended to yawn during that sappy romance movie we watched last summer when you were actually trying not to cry. Hate how you always play with the beach dogs by barking back at them with your tongue hanging out.â
Jeno can feel the warmth gathering behind his eyes, desperate to pull a yawn right now for the same reason he did while watching Silver Linings Playbook last summer. He pulls at the inside lining in his pockets, biting down on his lip, blinking rapidly.
âBut mostly, I hate myself, because I tried so hard.â You blink a fresh cascade of tears, bringing your hands up to hide your face. âI tried so hard to pretend to hate you, to avoid this, to not get hurt.â
His mouth opens to speak, throat locked tight by invisible chains that squeeze around his vocal chords. âIââ
âYou donât care.â Shrugging, you wipe at your face and step around him.Â
âWait! Noââ scrambling to stop you, he wraps around your elbow. Practically losing his balance in the sand to stop you as his feet dig in for a better hold.
âLeave me alone!â You plead, ripping your hands free of his hold. âPlease. Please do this one thing for me, for once.â
As much as it aches and pinches between his chest, he drops his hands, fingers twitching by his hips to stop you.Â
Dropping your head back, you aggressively wipe at your eyes, turning away from him without another look.
Standing there with his feet surrounded by cooled sand, he watches your figure grow smaller and smaller until you disappear back inside of the house. You donât want to be around him right now.. he needs to understand that.Â
Tomorrow. You can talk about this tomorrow when youâre both feeling more level-headed and have had time to cool down. Sinking down to his knees, he pats over the footprints you left behind. Squeezing his eyes shut as the tears he held in finally find an escape and burn down his cheeks.
This feels wrong, in his heart all of this feels so wrong. But for once heâll do as you say and leave you alone..
Tomorrow, heâll fix this.
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Sleep never comes.Â
Not even counting sheep or chewing down melatonin gummies made a difference. Jeno couldnât stop thinking about the way you cried and screamed, threw him off and ran away.
You just needed to cool off. The two of you always fight, itâs what you do, and then you fuck and everythings fine again. This fight was different, more intense and left him feeling guilty. With bloodshot eyes he stared at the ceiling for hours thinking of all the different ways he could explain himself to you.
He had fully intended to confess his real feelings to you this summer. Even if it led to getting egg smeared all over his face, embarrassment and rejection. Not as if itâd be anything new, you love to humiliate him..
Itâs still early, but he canât take it anymore. The sound of pots clinking and dishes clattering from the kitchen gets him on his feet. If the guys are already awake and being noisy, youâll follow in no time. He has to talk to you even if you havenât cooled off by now..
Pacing in front of your door, he chews at his fingernails. Biting them down to the skin until a few feel raw and sore. Heâs psyching himself out, building up the fear of what will happen after he knocks on your door.
âWhatâre you doing?â Jaemin groans, draping himself against the wall in only his boxers. Eyes puffy and hair sticking up in every direction. âWhy are you walking back and forth out here?â
âIâm uh,â Jeno runs a hand through his hair. âGonna make some coffee, wanted to ask if she wants any.â Coming up with a fast excuse, he points toward your bedroom with his thumb.
âDidnât she leave already?â Jaemin yawns, rubbing and slapping his face to wake up.
âHuh? What do you mean?â
âI woke up to pee a few hours ago,â Jaemin yawns again, shaking the sleep away with wide wet eyes. âShe said bye, had her luggage.â He shrugs. âSomething about having to head home early.â
âWhat??â Jeno freezes, quickly turning to your door to shove it open. Everythingâs gone, the beds made, the closet open and emptied. All of your belongings are gone, as if you hadnât just occupied the room mere hours ago. âWhy would she..â
âI donât know,â tapping his head against the wall, Jaemin raises an eyebrow at him. âCan I ask you something?â
âWhat??â Jenoâs still in a panic, pulling at a chunk of his hair with a distressed appearance. Why the fuck would you leave?! Without even telling him??
âYou know, like, years ago? That one time we were all playing chicken.â Jaemin asks quietly, morning voice still thick and raspy from lack of use. âI thought..â he laughs softly, shaking his head. âI donât know what I thoughtâbut you know, when it was your turn..â
âWhat about it??â
âObviously all of us thought it was uhâyou know,â he coughs awkwardly, rubbing over his bare chest self consciously. âHot. Iâve been with Jini all these years, but I guess Iâve sort of had a small crush Iâve been ignoring ever since that night..â
Jeno stops pacing in front of your door to glare at his friend. A befuddled expression skewing his face. âWhat are you trying to say right now?â
âYou see, youâre my best friend.â Jaemin straightens up, standing up straight, blinking his eyes open. âEven so, I know to mind my own business but..â
âSpit it out Jaemin.â
âDo you like her?â He squints, lip trembling as if heâs too nervous to even ask. âItâs just..â
âI do.â Jeno says between gritted teeth, holding in his breath to calm down. âI do, and I messed up everything. I fuckingâfucked everything up.â
Jaemin nods, patting him on the arm. âMaybe you did, but Laguna isnât that far of a drive from here.â Adding a nod of encouragement, he squeezes Jenoâs shoulder.Â
âBut..â
âDonât bring my car back with an empty tank.â Jaemin smiles, motioning for his friend to head out. âKeys are on the kitchen counter.â
Jeno stares at him for a moment, wondering how Jaemin figured everything out. Mildly guilted by the fact that heâs never shared his feelings for you with him.
âGo.â Jaemin smiles, nudging him further down the hall. âThe bus to Orange County doesnât take that long.â
âIâll explain everything later.â Jeno assures, throwing an arm around Jaemin before running off toward the kitchen. He hasnât even had time to shower, eat, drink any caffeine. The anxiety rising in his chest lifts his feet off the ground, quickly waving off his friends that yell at him to slow down as he races past them and snatches up the keys to Jaeminâs jeep.Â
Thereâs no time to waste, assuming that youâre on your way home, he runs to start the car's engine up. Pure adrenaline sets his foot on the gas before the jeeps even had enough time to warm up, rushing out of the streets to get on the freeway.
He hasnât thought this through at all. Never even been to your house or visited your city once before. What if you donât want to see him? This will all be a waste of time.Â
But he has time to waste on you, he wants to fix this, needs to talk to you. Needs you to know how he really feels about you. Last night was more overwhelming than he had anticipated.Â
He tries and tries so hard to read you, figure out whatâs going on in your head. To know if you even see him as more than a quick and easy way to get off..Â
What if you tell him to fuck off? Leave you alone like you screamed at him not even more than 10 hours ago..
Itâs all he can think about on this quiet long drive. Fighting off his emotions and guilt-ridden conscience that continues to replay your tearful eyes. Alone with his thoughts again, his heart that screams out your name.
âThis has to be it.âÂ
âThe big house in the middle of the street with a dusty pink roof, you canât miss it.â
Thatâs how Mark described it over the phone when he pulled out of the driveway and realized he had no idea where exactly you live other than knowing youâre somewhere out in Laguna.Â
âAnd the mailbox, you canât miss the mailbox. My auntâs like a hippie, she built it herself to resemble a birdhouse.â
Yup. Thereâs the cute dusty rose mailbox your mom must have made. He nods, messing with his messy head of bed hair that he had no time to even bother fixing before rushing out of the summer house. The drive took nearly 4 hours without traffic. Maybe your bus beat his time, he should ring the doorbell..Â
God, what if your mom answers?! Or worse, your father?! He really didnât think this through. He could call you, but what are the chances youâll even answer him right now.Â
âIâm such an idiot.â He sighs, sitting down on the steps in front of your house.Â
Maybe this was a mistake, choosing to impulsively run after you. He fucked up badly, and thereâs no way to prove that to you now. Jaemin would treat you way better than he has, he canât even be upset about it either. He knows his best friend well enough to know heâd worship at your feet probably even worse than he did with Jini. You deserve to be adored and loved.. all heâs ever done is shown you hatred.Â
âJeno?â
The sound of a car driving off follows, lifting his gaze to find your confused expression looking back at him as your driver pulls off. He did make it here before you..
âWhat are you doing here.â And you donât sound happy about it. Speaking with a stiff tone and lack of curiosity, voice laced with anger. Why would you be happy to see him? He couldnât have really expected that, even if he hoped for it.
âI, uh,â hopping to stand up, he pats off his jeans. Clearing his throat to ward off the tremble that passes through his vocal chords. âYou left.â
Looking over Jaeminâs jeep, you squint, glaring back and forth between the car and back at him. âDid you drive here all the way from Santa Barbara?!â
âYes.â He says clearly, hands fidgeting by his hips.
âWhy.â The stern tone you speak with fails to waver, only emphasized by your stressed features. âWhy are you here, why would you do that. And by yourself?! You barely leave the West side! All you ever do is talk crap on the OC. Why would you make this long drive here all by yourselfââ
âBecause!â He interrupts abruptly, chest tightening up the more you rant at him. âYou left!â
âSo?!? Why the hell do you care!â
âYouâyou didnât give me a chanceââ
âGive you a chance??â You repeat in disbelief, eyes blown fully wide. âA chance? Are you fucking kidding me?â
âI wanted to let you cool off! So we could start over and talk and I could tell you,â he chokes up, staggering back from foot to foot. Air becomes harder to swallow, shrinking in on himself when you interrupt him again, shouting to the high heavens.
âTalk about what! You said enough last night! Made it pretty fucking clear to me that this is a waste of my damn time! You canât stand me, think Iâm disgusting, clearly just fucking used me!â
âThatâsâthatâs not true.â He swallows, reaching for his throat. âYou, you ran away!â
âAnd you let me.â With flared nostrils, you shoot daggers straight through his chest. âYou think.. you can just show up here, at my fucking house? And what? What do you even still want from me? Came here to get your one last fuck in? Kick me one more time straight through my chest to make sure I never breathe again?â
âI let you say your piece yesterday.â He whispers, unable to meet your gaze. âAnd you donât hate me.â
Letting out a short tired laugh, you slump into yourself. Shaking your head in pure disbelief. âIs that it? You won alright. I donât fucking hate you.â
âThen I did win.â He nods, forcing himself to meet your rage filled gaze. âBecause Iâve never hated you.â
âWhat? Youâre going to tell me youâve liked me all of this time? That youâre just an immature asshole with zero communication skills?â You scoff, crossing your arms over your chest angrily.
âI think I liked you before you ever even noticed me..â he admits feebly, lifting the balls of his feet off the ground to stand on his heels. The same anxious habit heâs had for years. âI should have told you, I know. I should have ended this thing we had going on and been honest with you. I have no excuse for my behavior..â
âYou really expect me to believe you now? When you could have done something about this last night? When I poured my heart out for you?â As dramatic as you sound, he canât fault you for it. You have every right to be as angry as you are. Heâs only surprised that you havenât reached out to slap him across the face yet.
âIâm a coward.â Taking a long deep breath, he instinctively clutches at his chest to calm his speeding heart rate. âAfter all this time, I never thought that youâd be the first one to confess. I always thought itâd be me, and I was ready to this summer. I know itâs selfish of me, but with you moving away for university next year, I thought..â
âThought what?â
âThat we couldââ Jeno can feel the burn behind his eyes, blinking rapidly at the moisture thatâs coated his iris. Gnawing at his trembling lower lip to keep as much of a confident facade as he can. He stares ahead, time standing still as he takes in your face. The furrow between your eyebrows softening, the tension at the corners of your mouth dissipating. Even now heâs afraid of losing you, but hasnât he already? Does he have a choice besides to let you go now?
âJeno.â
âWe could try hanging out, beyond summer vacation. That I could take you out finally, and maybe even ask you to be my girlfriend.â His eyes blink shut on that last word, digging a hand into his pocket to wrap around the small velvet bag crushed inside there. âOnly if youâd want that..â
Opening his eyes, he canât stop the few tears that trickle out. Slowly blinking at the wetness clumping his eyelashes together. âOnly if you want to be mine.â
It was never supposed to be this way. Standing here before you lacking the right words to say, failing to his own fear of rejection. âIâve never hated you.â He nods, patting his upper thigh nervously. âAnd Iâm sorry for pushing you away when I should have been the one on my knees for you.â
Redness paints the whites of your eyes, shaking where you stand with your arms circling around your waist. Heâd reach out to replace them if youâd let him.. wrap you in the tightest hug, chest to chest, pulse to pulse. âAnd Iâm sorry that I came here to do this but..â dropping the velvet baggy from between his fingers, he steps closer to you. Dragged closer by the imaginary weight of the light object that holds all his deepest secrets and fears. âIâm not really sorry that I did.â
âJeno..â
âYou deserve to know that I love everything about you.â Wiping at his cheeks, he lets out a pitiful laugh. Thereâs nothing he can feel ashamed of anymore, and it took this moment to realize that. He had to steal Jaeminâs jeep, had to drive 20 miles above the limit, had to rush here for this. Because this wasnât how he had planned for this summer to go.Â
You were supposed to have the biggest smile on your face thanks to him, but now here you are, crying again. Tracks of tears staining your cheeks, swelling up your eyes that havenât had time to fully recover from all of the crying you did last night. He doesnât deserve to hold pride or carry on a false sense of strength anymore.
âI really fucked up, I think..â tugging the velvet pouch out of his pocket, he holds it out for you. âI think that uh, I wanted to be what I thought you wanted. And I was wrong, I was so wrong. I lost myself a little there when I heard you talking to Jaemin, I got jealous.â
âJeno,â taking a hold of one of his hands, you only seem to cry harder. Drawing him to stand even closer to you. âI wanted you to be jealous, I wanted you to care about me.â
âMight be useless to say this now, but I care about you a lot.â Letting out a sigh of relief, he sets the pouch in your hand. âEven if we end things for good, I want you to know that this always meant something to me. That Iâve always liked you and hoped for more. That I am your puppy.â
âYouâre not fucking with me?â You ask, pouting sadly and testing the weight of the pouch in your hand. âWhat is this?â
âOpen it.â
âIâm scared.â You sniffle, hands shaking as you reach for the pouches opening.
âI know youâre going to university up North after summer..â Jeno sighs, anxiously scratching the back of his neck. âAnd like I said, I had plans to change things between us this summer..â
âJeno? What is this?â You break into a smile, a new round of tears trail down to gather in drops at your chin. âYou didnât..â
âBecause, I really like you.â Clearing his throat, he spreads out the necklace chain that youâve taken out onto your palm. Swiping the tip of his finger across the engraved writing on the back of the dog paw charm. âI donât know, you might forget about me after this summer. Itâs fine.â He shrugs to seem calm. Not actually fine with the idea of you erasing the memory of him. âBut I wanted to give you something to remember me.â
âYou got this for me?âÂ
âI donât know if you remember that night..â he nods, tight-lipped. âYou drank too much,â picking up the charm, he lifts the piece of shining jewelry closer to your eyes. âAnyway, itâs just uhm...â
âI do, I remember.â You struggle to hide a smile, tracing over the words that read back âif lost, return to ownerâ.
Jeno frowns, itching to clean the tears off of your chin before they fall and land on your chest. Aching to find the right words that could ease your pain.Â
âItâs not much, I know..â
âI love it.â
âDo you?â He sighs nervously, unclasping the necklace to chain it around your neck.
âAm I your owner?â
â..I want you to be.â His throat bobs up and down, gulping to soothe the dryness scratching through his throat. âI want to be yours.â
âSo youâve always liked me?â Losing the battle to hide your smile, you bite down on your lip. Sweeping away the mess of tears continuing to run down your face. âWhen you say youâve alwaus liked me..â
âEver since the first summer at the beach house when I called you cute.âÂ
âEven after I was grossed out?â
âEven after you were grossed out.â Laughing it off, he takes a hold of your hand with a raised eyebrow.Â
âJeno, I hate you, you know that right?â
âYou know that I love that, right?â He asks in return, taking the chance to cup your cheeks and clean off the residue of tears. âItâs our thing.â
âIt is our thing..â
âSo, what do you think?â Biting at the insides of his cheeks, his smooths his free hand down the side of your neck. Eyebrows raised with wrinkles set between, hopeful that the smile forming on your face is a good sign.
âI think.. you drove all of this way to get here.. and my parents arenât home.â Shyly smiling, you bury into his hold. Cheeks flamed with heat, demurely lowering your head to look at your feet.Â
âThey arenât?â His eyes go wide full of excitement, softly caressing the skin lining your throat.
âDo you want to come inside?âÂ
âAm I about to see your room for the first time?âÂ
âIf you want to, do you?â
âOf course!â Jeno smiles wide, clearing his throat and quickly reeling it in to appear cool. âI mean.. yes.â
âOf course you do,â you tease, nodding for him to follow you inside. âYou likeeeeee me.â
Jeno waits for you to unlock the front door, bouncing back and forth on the heels of his feet. Normally this deep into a conversation with you, his throat would be hoarse from screaming by now. Instead he feels clammy, short of breath; nervously chewing on his lips when you turn to look at him and lean against the door frame.Â
Relief rushes through him when you pucker your lips together and motion for him to come inside. Somehow this feels like a new start, what he should have made happen sooner than this. Stepping forward, he grabs onto your waist, palms damp as his nerves continue to short circuit.
âI do, I really like you.â
âYou know.. I like you a lot.â You reassure, wrapping around his shoulders. âI waited for you even after all of my friends told me to give up and move on.â
âYou told your friends about me?âÂ
âDonât act so surprised.â You snicker, tugging at a tuft of hair above his nape. âYouâre kind of a big deal to me, but just so you know.. they all actually do hate you.â
Jeno blinks slowly, slightly offended and flattered. Admiring how much softer your eyes feel on him, lighting up at the inner turmoil appearing on his face.Â
âYouâve got a lot of ass kissing to do.â
âGood thing Iâm a pro at that already.â He winks, sinking into the way your fingers dance along the back of his neck. This really is different, even the way his heart races and his body reacts to you. But one thing that certainly hasnât changed is his desires and incessant craving to be all over you.
âKiss me.â
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destiny book one
DREAMING â MARK LEE
â parties were never your thing, until a mysterious guy at the party made your evening more enjoyable. you didnât get his name, so when will you see him again? turns out, heâs a popular skateboarder.
âł skateboarder! mark x fem reader
â she falls first, he falls harder. mentions of drinking.
featuring nct dream.



chapter one
âAre you having fun?â
Your best friend shouted at you, as music was blasting in the speakers. The room was filled with an overwhelming amount of people, which caused you to stay on the couch for most of the evening so far.
You hated parties. All you wanted to do was stay home. You only attended this party because today was your bestfriendâs birthday.
âHonestly, no.â You shook your head, showing your boredom for the party. She knew you didnât like parties, so she didnât mind that you were sitting on the couch while everyone else was having fun.
âCome drink with us!â A group of people, which your best friend knew, but you didnât, called her to come over towards the kitchen.
âWill you be okay alone? I wonât take long.â She asks you, as she showed you a worried look on her face.
You took her hand in yours, gently squeezing her hand to reassure her. âIâll be fine. Go have fun.â You smiled, as she smiled at you back.
As she walked away from the couch, you decided to stay on your phone. The party will be over soon, is all you thought.
You felt like you were on your phone, forever. Your best friend wasnât back yet, so you decided to look for her yourself. To your surprise, she wasnât in the kitchen anymore. Shit.
Sending her a text, you hope that she responds to your text soon. You groaned, sitting on the chair that was placed in front of the table as you placed your head in your hands.
âWhatâs up?â
You looked up, not paying attention to who was around you at first. Looking up, you make eye contact with a guy wearing glasses.
âOh, hey.â You awkwardly spoke, waving at the guy in front of you. The people that were at this party were close friends of your best friend, you recognized a lot of people, but didnât talk to them much. So.. who was he?
âMind if I sit here?â
âSure.â You responding, not caring much at all. He tried making conversation, but you were making such a terrible first impression as you were clearly annoyed.
âYou seem.. bored.â He says, intensely looking at your facial features. Your eyes remained on his, but you quickly looked away to not make it obvious that you were staring at him.
Heâs hot.
âIâm not, just tired.â You shrugged.
âYeah, I donât blame you. Iâm ready to go home.â
For some reason, his response caught your attention. You were no longer staring at the table, but instead, your eyes met his again.
âSo, why donât you go home?â
He smiled, taking a sip of his drink. âBecause I rather talk to you.â
Your heart immediately skipped a beat. He was joking, right? Perhaps, heâs another playboy, just like the rest of them are.
âDonât waste your time, Iâm not that interesting.â
He laughed, âYou are, more than you know.â
Before you can continue the conversation, someone walks behind him, attempting to scare him. However, it didnât work.
âDonât tell me youâre tired already. The party just started.â The other guy said to the mysterious guy in front of you. Looking up at you, he realized he interrupted the conversation.
âSorry, did I interrupt something?â
âNot at all, I was about to get another drink.â
The other guy mustâve noticed your awkward attempt at being interested in your phone, which you werenât.
âHi, Iâm Jeno. His roommate.â
You showed him a warm smile after telling him your name, âNice to meet you.â
âWell, Iâm leaving now, it was nice talking with you. See you later.â The guy in the glasses smiled at you, as he stood up from his seat and left with Jeno.
You waved goodbye, returning the smile to him. Suddenly, you realized that you forgot to ask for his name. You face palmed yourself, regretting not asking for his name.
A sudden buzzing came from your purse. You opened your purse, taking out your phone as you were receiving a phone call from your friend.
You answered, covering your other ear so you can try to hear her better since the music was still blasting.
âHey, are you still sitting on the couch?â
âNo, Iâm in the kitchen. Where are you?â
âIn the bathroom, but Iâll be in the kitchen soon. I have so much to tell you!â
You chuckled, hearing your best friendâs excitement through her voice.
â ⥠â
You woke up in your best friendâs bed, as you rolled over to grab your phone from the nightstand. Checking the time, it was almost 11AM.
Your best friend woke up, as you were slightly already making too much noise from moving around in bed.
âGood morning, Iâm so exhausted.â Your best friend told you, stretching out your arms.
âIâm sure you are. You slept extremely late.â
Rolling over to your side, you faced your best friend. âSo, thereâs something you needed to tell me?â
âOh yeah, sorry for falling asleep on you yesterday.â
Your best friend ended up falling asleep during the party. You told everyone to leave and you were glad that everyone listened.
âItâs okay, now tell me.â
She smiled, looking at the ceiling as she told you. âSomeone asked for my phone number yesterday.â
You sat up, not expecting to hear that at all. Thatâs why she was taking so long, you thought. You shook her arm slightly, wanting to know more about what happened.
âWho was it?â
âI just met him yesterday. He told me his name is Jeno.â
Jeno. Heâs the one you met in the kitchen yesterday.
âI was in the kitchen and he approached me while his friend was with him. We started talking and he asked for my number. He said he wants to talk to me more.â
You could see the blush on your best friendâs face.
âThatâs so cute.â
âWhat about you? I saw how his friend was looking at you from across the room.â
You froze, suddenly remembering your interaction with him. You wanted to see him again.
âWe talked.. but I forgot to ask for his name. I couldnât stop staring at him. Heâs hot.â
Your best friend laughed, âNo way!â
You sighed, âI know.â
âYou know, I can always ask Jeno for his name.â
Right, that was a good idea. You smiled, knowing that thereâs a possible chance that you will be able to talk to him again.
Your best friend checked her phone, seeing that Jeno sent her a text an hour ago. Jeno invited her to the skatepark. Heâll be there at one.
âJeno invited me to the skatepark, but youâre coming with me.â
âNo thanks, I would rather not third wheel.â
âYou wonât! Someone will be there, maybe. Hopefully, you can talk with him! And get his name this time.â
Realization came to you again, the butterflies returned to you.
âFine, Iâll go.â
âGreat! Weâre leaving in an hour. Get dressed. Wear something cute for him.â Your best friend winked.
You took that into consideration. But, why were you so nervous? You havenât known him for that long.
â ⥠â
You and your best friend arrived at the skatepark. In such an unfamiliar setting, you both didnât know where to go.
Eventually, you both spotted the familiar face, which was Jeno, and approached him.
âHey Jeno, this is my best friend, sheâll be with us today.â
Jeno smiled at you, âHi.â
You greeted him back, waving at him. âSo, whereâs your friend?â Your best friend asked, as you were looking around the skatepark.
âShowing off, as usual. Heâs skateboarding now.â Jeno laughed, but he was proud of his best friend for his skateboarding skills.
You looked over, seeing him do tricks on his skateboard. Amazing. His movement on the skateboard with smooth and fast, completely surprising you.
However, you both made eye contact again. Which caused him to stop his skateboard. He was walking towards you all, your heart started pounding once more.
You tried to play it off like you werenât nervous, but you were. He has a hold on you.. and you didnât know why.
âNice to see you again, sweetheart.â
â ⥠â
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SHUT UP!! NOOOOO I'm so devastated... i need him đđđđ




mark at boucheron today!!
This never gets old
the marriage and baby project

â this thing cries? god, what a cockblock. â
PAIRING ⸠mark lee x fem!reader
GENRES ⸠smut, fluff, crack, angst, college au, sort of a fake dating au, sort of a roommate au
WARNINGS ⸠profanity, sexual tension, mark is a virgin, reader is a born again virgin(??), dirty talk, big dick mark agenda, golden hour reference ifykyk, oral (m. receiving), protected sex this time, also no real babies were endangered during the marriage and baby project just a robot one
SUMMARY ⸠mark lee has had the biggest crush on you for years, so, naturally, heâs over the moon when youâre both partnered for a group project. however, he underestimates just how close two people can get when they have to pretend theyâre married for a month while taking care of a fake baby.
PLAYLIST ⸠nonsense by sabrina carpenter ⢠golden hour by markÂ
WORD COUNT ⸠13,291 words
AUTHORâS NOTE ⸠ITâS HERE! reparations for mark sort of?? anyways i hope you guys like it ⥠part of the dunk shot! series but can be read separately

MARK LEE HAD TERRIBLE LUCK.
At this point in his life, it was almost set in stone. In some parallel universe, there was an eleventh commandment reinstating this. He had friends like Park Jisung to tell him that his misfortune wasnât that bad, but following a chain of recent events (and walking into plenty of awkward moments), Mark concluded that not only was his luck complete shit, but his best friend was a complete liar, too.
These series of unfortunate events only worsened when Mark found out he was paired with you for a group project.
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take my breath.
summary | lee donghyuck did not believe in âlove at first sight.â key word: did. he does now, but only because you happened to fall into his arms on the icy road in the narrow streets. youâre going to render him breathless from the countless times your smile takes his breath away.
characters | lee donghyuck x reader(f).
genres | fluff, romance, slice of life, strangers-to-lovers, meet-cute au, high school au, non-idol au.
warnings | profanity, me projecting my distaste for skinny jeans sorry hyuck ily, mentions of religion (hyuck is my fav church boy), he calls reader âprincessâ :o like once tho lol, second-hand embarrassment,, mentions of jisung liking iveâs gaeul, not proofread so itâs probs all over the place sorry :P
word count | 5.5k.
37.5MHz | take my breath by nct dream â first love by sondia â lucky by exo.
it was time i had a more shy mc in my fics đŞđŞ also this is me just projecting my dream meet-cute scenario that i always wish would happen during the damned winter lol!! ty all sm for waiting for this ep, i hope u enjoy ^^ ep.03 of my candy! miniseries, but it can be read on its own!

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Re reading this because I need to feel something and this always makes my heart ache and cry
she gets the flowers | na jaemin

title: she gets the flowers
pairing: na jaemin x fem!oc/reader
genre: song-fic, childhood friends to fwb to lovers to exes, fluff, smut/suggestive, angst | requested and inspired by she gets the flowers by beth mccarthy
summary: the person you shared every moment of your life with could never betray you, right? That was what she thought before Jaemin proved that he could turn from her soulmate to the biggest source of her pain.
warnings: mentioned drinking and smoking underage, smut, mostly suggestive, oral sex (f receiving, a bit more explicit), angst, no cheating but still feelings of betrayal, attempted suicide (not really, but just in case)
words: 6.855k
a/n: first of all, i'm incredibly sorry this took so long but i was going crazy trying to come up with a plot because the song led me to a plot similar to traitor so that's why it took so long. But I'm happy with the result and i hope you'll like it too. warning: probably it's even sadder than my other angst fics so prepare the tissues, i guess???

Thereâs something beautiful in growing up together and sharing every day of your life with somebody. Itâs a type of bond that nothing in the world can replicate.
That was her relationship with Jaemin. She and Jaemin had shared their entire life together. It wasnât like they had a choice when their mothers that were best friends for ages, casually ended up pregnant at the same time and gave birth to them only two days apart. Being raised side by side even if they werenât related was something they couldnât escape. And without realizing it, they became such a big part of each otherâs life that living without each other was hard.Â
They did everything together. All the dumb things you have to do at least once in your life. All their first times. All their heartbreaks, and joys. There wasnât a single moment they didnât share.Â
Despite this, they were different. Jaemin wasnât exactly a bad boy, not like the bullies type, at least, but he was the most reckless of the two. Always getting her in trouble, while she tried hard to still be the good girl she always was.Â
âJaemin, this is dumb,â she said, trying to stop him from climbing the roof of the store. That was the first time he took her there, only seventeen, the perfect age to try dumb things they couldnât do.Â
âIs it?â He asked, his hand reaching for hers to help her get up.Â
She sighed before briefly looking around, making sure that nobody could see them and then followed him.Â
âYouâre so damn hard to convince sometimes,â he whispered, lips puffing out as he let out the smoke of the cigarette he had stolen from his dadâs jacket, head inclined enough so he could look at her. The chill breeze of October blowing on them.Â
âAnd youâre reckless,â she huffed, resting her head on her knees, looking in front of her, they could see a small part of the neighborhood from there, and maybe it was worth the risk.Â
âHere,â he said, handing her a bottle of soju and she pushed his hand away. âOh, come on, thatâs not dumb.âÂ
âYou know I get drunk too easily, I will kill myself trying to climb down again.âÂ
Jaemin chuckled, shaking his head, before turning off the cigarette and drinking the alcohol instead.Â
âThe things I do for you,â he joked when he was done, moving closer to her, wrapping a hand around her shoulders. Her head leaned in immediately, cheeks brushing against the blue jacket he was wearing.Â
âThatâs because you love me.âÂ
âYeah, I do,â he replied, leaving a peck on her forehead.Â
And that was so normal for them that they never truly weighted the words they said to each other. The âI love yousâ didnât mean anything, just like it didnât mean how they always held each otherâs hands when they walked side by side, and always called each other for help.Â
It was normal, from the crib to when they went to high school and still looked at each other with the same old eyes. It was fine because they both had their own adventures, and they didnât need each other for that. Â
Until something wasnât enough anymore. Until they started to realize they couldnât find each other in other people. That their beds were always going to be cold if at their side it wasnât them.Â
They had no idea how their first kiss happened, or what exactly lead them there. After a long day at Uni, once again on that rooftop with the breeze freezing them. Hesitant lips getting closer, and shy eyes looking into each other, silently asking each other if it was worth it.Â
When their lips touched their questions were answered. It was. It was worth putting on a line all their years of friendships.Â
But they had the bad habit of never calling things with a name. That was their relationship since they were kids. It worked without trying.Â
But they seemed to forget they werenât five or ten anymore. They were grown-ups. They shouldâve talked, shouldâve put a name on it, and set some rules. Anything to donât end up in ashes.Â
But they didnât and that kiss was followed by another. This time not so shy or full of fear. Their hands moved freely on their bodies, touching each other in ways they never imagined before. But once again it stopped there, as much as they were pulled by this force, the fear of taking a treacherous path was high.Â
Until things took a different turn again.Â
âWasnât expecting you here,â Jaemin said, opening the door of the apartment he shared with his friends.Â
âIâm so tired,â she huffed, kissing him quickly and then falling down on his couch, throwing her bag next to her. âI have two essays to turn in and I have no idea when Iâll write them.âÂ
âMaybe you could start now,â he proposed, pointing at the books on the coffee table. âWe could study together.âÂ
âI donât want to study,â she replied, crossing her arms on her chest.Â
Jaemin sat next to her, his hand caressing her cheek, making her turn around in surprise.Â
âI can help you though,â she stuttered, gulping, wanting to pull away from him but at the same time she just wanted to crave more at his touch. âWould never want to come between your studies.âÂ
âWe can do something funnier,â he proposed, and only then she turned around, seeing his eyes locked on her lips.Â
âThis is another one of your dumb ideas,â she whispered.Â
âIs it?â He asked, same old smirk on his face that then turned into a smile that made her melt.Â
âWe shouldnât be doing this, you know it,â she mumbled, lying, knowing she was lying. Because she wanted it, she wanted that to happen for such a long time.Â
âJust this time,â he whispered, breath fanning against her lips. âJust once.âÂ
But it hadnât been just once.Â
It had happened over and over again.Â
âJaemin, fuck.â The loud music was muffled in his room as the party downstairs kept going on. But her mind wasnât there, it was focused on Jaeminâs face buried between her legs and his hands wrapped around her thighs as he ate her out while she stood against the wall. Too eager to even wait of getting on the bed or undressing her completely.Â
âYou taste so good,â he mumbled pressed against her wet flesh, nose teasing her clit while his lips and tongue worked perfectly to bring her over the edge so soon.Â
âIâm close,â she breathed out, fingers intertwining in his hair, pulling hard as the orgasm made her tremble.Â
âNeed you,â Jaemin muttered as soon as he pulled away, licking his lips before dragging her body on his bed. Their clothes were on the floor in a second and Jaeminâs hands ran all over her body.Â
âQuit playing and just fuck me,â she urged, hips grinding against him.Â
âYouâre so impatient,â he groaned before leaning over the bedside table to grab a condom, ripping the wrap and rolling it down his length.Â
âIf you didnât tease me all night, maybe,â she said, spreading her legs more, waiting for him to slip inside her. âShit, so good.âÂ
Moans and whimpers got lost in the night as the party went on downstairs without their care, too busy burning into each otherâs flames and lying into ashes on the bed as what was going on between them grew bigger and bigger every day.Â

Thereâs something extremely painful about one-sided love. And it only gets worst when the person that gets you weak in the knees is your best friend.Â
She shouldâve known it was a dumb idea. She shouldâve stopped it before it even started but by now it was too late. She was too deep into that. And she was once again half naked in Jaeminâs bed, getting drunk in a pleasure that wasnât enough to water the pain any longer.Â
âI canât do this anymore,â she snapped, standing up, pushing his body away, and trying to look for her clothes again.Â
âDid I hurt you?â He asked, grabbing his boxer just to cover himself the quicker he could and reaching her.Â
She sighed, slipping on herself his shirt, lifting her head up to push down the tears. âNo, I⌠itâs my fault,â she confessed, turning around again, looking for her pants but the tears in her eyes made it impossible for her to see. And the salty drops filled her eyes even more when she felt Jaeminâs arms wrap around her.Â
âHey, calm down,â he whispered, turning her around, her head falling in the crook of his neck as she let him lull her, his hands caressing her back. âItâs alright, itâs fine.âÂ
âNo, itâs not,â she mumbled through sobs. âI canât keep having you like this without truly having you.âÂ
Jaemin was surprised by her words and pulled away to stare at her face. âYou mean the sex?âÂ
She nodded, the palm of her hand wiping away her tears. âI thought my heart was safe but I love you. And I know you donât love me back, I know this was just⌠just the easiest thing we could do but I â I love you so much. Iâve been loving you for too long without knowing,â she sobbed. âAnd I know you donât feel the same ââ
âWho said that?â Jaemin stopped her immediately.Â
âI know.âÂ
âYou know? And based on what?â Â
When she didnât answer he shook his head. âYou think I treat all my other friends the way I treat you? You think I stay up all night to study with somebody else? You think I prepare them tea? You think that if it was just sex Iâd let you stay over every time and let you sleep on my chest? You think Iâd make your breakfast? You think Iâd let you borrow my clothes?âÂ
âIsnât this what we⌠isnât this what we did even when we were just friends? How can I tear this apart?âÂ
Jaemin sighed, nodding, âI donât knowâŚâ he whispered. The lines of their relationship had always been blurry. All the years their friends told them they acted like a couple. All the years their family told them the same thing. All the times they wondered what they were. They simply never had the courage to say it out loud, but now that all the lines were crossed they couldnât keep playing that game anymore.Â
âI feel good with you, and I love you,â Jaemin said. âI love you so much,â he replied, cupping her cheeks in his hand, and her heart skipped a beat at his words. âAnd if you love me back maybe we could give this a try?âÂ
And she said yes. Of course, she did. She had been waiting for this moment for so long that she felt on cloud nine.Â
Jaemin, her best friend, the perfect man she always wanted to have at her side, was finally her boyfriend.Â
The perfect man.Â
That was what she thought.Â
That was what Jaemin was when he was her best friend.Â
And he was like that even for the first year they dated.Â
He was thoughtful, energetic, and responsible and the list of all the compliments she could give him could go on and on. He was the same Jaemin she used to know, the one she always loved, as a friend, as a lover.Â
And their story was going so well that they even started to look for a small apartment together when the second year of University ended and moved in before summer was over. Â
âStop playing around, Nana,â she warned him, pointing the brush on his face, trying to squirm away from him.Â
âCome on, itâs just some paint,â he laughed, successfully staining her face with the light blue of their bedroom.Â
âWhat did you just do?â She glared at him before coloring his face too, making him laugh. âYou want war and Iâll give it to you.âÂ
And that was another afternoon spent playing around, paint ending everywhere but on the walls, leaving them lying on the floor breathless before they decided that it was better to wrap it up and go take a shower.Â
And the new house led to thousands of shopping dates to pick up the furniture, and everything else they needed. Long days running around ended in cozy nights spent together on their couch eating food while their place started to form around them, walls filling up, smelling and looking like them more and more with each passing day.
The last two years of University passed like that, in their place, with their usual routine, with new memories and joys. Inviting friends over, wasting Saturdays doing nothing but cuddling up in their living room, or taking care of the plants that filled their home.Â
They slept and woke up, looking at each other, always more sure that they were meant to be each otherâs future.Â

Until something broke.Â
Jaemin was distant.Â
It wasn't a clear break, one day the sweetest, most loving person ever and the next one a cold, heartless one. It was slow, like the grains of sanding passing from one side to another of an hourglass. Slipping out of her hands just like sand.Â
Every time she tried to plan something, he always came up with something he had to do. She didnât want to call them excuses, but at this point, she couldnât name them in any other way.Â
And it wasnât only that, it looked like he had stopped paying her attention at all, whether she wanted it for dumb reasons or even serious ones. Â
âWe have to call the landlord,â she reminded him from the kitchen, turning around to see that he was once again on the couch, doing nothing on the phone.Â
âJaemin,â she called him, leaning against the door frame, glaring at him.Â
âYeah? You wanted me?âÂ
âI was talking to you,â she replied.Â
âI wasnât listening,â he mumbled, putting the phone away.Â
âYeah, I can see it,â she sighed, turning around again.Â
âWhat did you want?â He asked, and even if she didnât turn around she knew he was in the kitchen too.Â
âNothing, I can do it myself.â
Jaemin huffed, âso you can be mad at me because I didnât do it?âÂ
She chuckled. âYou never do what I ask you do.âÂ
âHere we go again,â he replied, rolling his eyes and shaking his head.Â
âYes, Iâll say it again because we canât keep going on like this. We have to call the landlord because heâs raising the rent of this house again. Our place. I donât know if you get it that you live here, too.âÂ
âI know. Iâll call him. You think that will make him stop? Itâs been two years since we live here, and he does it every time.âÂ
âYou didnât even answer your mother about Sunday.âÂ
âDo you really want to go there?âÂ
She sighed, studying his face with a shocked expression. âItâs your mom? And itâs to spend time together.âÂ
âI canât.âÂ
âYou canât? On Sunday?âÂ
âI have... a thing to doâŚâÂ
âA thing? And what is that?â She tilted her head, trying to meet his gaze but Jaemin was avoiding it.Â
âNeed to help Renjun with something. Boring things you donât care about,â he cut short, and she furrowed, but she had no strength to dig deeper and maybe end up in a fight.Â
They fought too often lately. They had started to bicker over the smallest things, screaming at each other, drifting away, and crying over spilled milk. And that was fucking her up.Â
She felt like she couldnât keep going on like this, but every time she tried to talk with him, Jaemin always slipped from her fingers or she couldnât find the mental energy to go all the way.Â
It was just a moment. It surely had to be like that. Maybe it was the stress from work, or those normal crises couples went through.Â
But to Jaemin it wasnât a moment.Â

âI want to break up.âÂ
And then those words arrived. They hit her like a thunder in the middle of a storm. While sitting in front of each other at the table of their house he was finding the bravery to put an end to them.Â
âI canât keep lying to myself anymore,â Jaemin confessed, eyes lowering because he couldnât stand looking into hers. His best friends. The person he learned to walk with. The person he almost shared his birthday with. The person that saw him at his lowest. âI think I mistook the habit of having you by my side for love.âÂ
Her whole world fell apart. She had so many things to say, questions to ask, but not a sound could come out of her mouth.Â
âI donât love you. Iâm not even sure I ever did. Not like this, at least. Not like you want me to love you.âÂ
Some moments of silence passed after his confession as they stared into each otherâs eyes. Jaemin trying to imagine a reaction, hoping it was going to be different from the ones he pictured while preparing for this. Her trying to see a glimpse of a joke, a terrible and cruel one, but a joke.
But she knew him too well and his eyes, his beautiful, once warm, brown eyes there was no sign of a joke. He meant it. Jaemin meant every word.
âYou never loved me?â She asked, voice trembling, eyes watery.Â
âI donât know.âÂ
âYou donât know? Youâre telling me I just wasted more than two years of my life by your side and you donât know?âÂ
âItâs not my fault, I⌠I thought I did before I met someone else and maybe⌠maybe this is not love. My heart doesnât beat the same. I donât know.âÂ
âSo thereâs also somebody else!â She screamed. âAfter all that I gave up for you! You couldnât realize this a little bit earlier? Before I gave up my job in London for you? Before I put all my savings in this place for us to share? Before I gave up going to New York for the master?âÂ
Jaemin didnât answer, he didnât even look at her. He couldnât stand the look on her face, he was used to wiping it away, to kiss it away, but now he was the one that caused it.
âI⌠fuck,â she cursed, throwing her head back to push back tears. âI couldâve had so much more and I never did all because of you, because I thought I had love and youâre telling me all these years had been a lie? I ruined my life for you and you canât even love me. No, you canât even look at me while youâre telling me this big news.âÂ
âIâm sorry,â he whispered, eyes meeting her just for a split second.Â
âSure, this is going to fix everything,â she chuckled bitterly. âTell me what she has that I donât!âÂ
âDonât do this.âÂ
âDonât do this? Seriously? I want to know. I deserve to know because you⌠you canât just leave me like this.âÂ
âIâm not leaving like this,â he tried to explain. âI thought about it for so long.âÂ
âWhy am I so hard to love?â She cried, but it was more of a thought to herself, getting up to walk back and forth because she felt all the emotions pile up and she needed to let them go somehow.Â
âYou are not hard to love. I love you, just not like that.âÂ
âJust shut the fuck up! I donât care how you love me, I donât want you to love me like that. Shut up!â Her whole body was shaking, tears flooding down her face, her head was about to explode, and probably her heart too. Â
âIâm sorry.âÂ
âStop saying it, stop it!âÂ
Jaemin sighed, he never imagine it would come to this. Honestly, he had no idea how else she couldâve reacted, but there mustâve been a good side to this, right? âI donât know when it happened, I just realized it now. Isnât it better like this? Itâs over now and we can both move on.âÂ
âSure,â she replied, holding in a bitter chuckle. âItâs so easy for you. Sheâs already waiting at home, right? Waiting for you, being everything you always wanted. Something I will never be.âÂ
âShe doesnât know. Thereâs nothing going on between us.âÂ
âI hope she makes you happy,â she replied, eyes closing so hard that tears rolled down her cheeks faster while her hand rested against the wall, trying to calm her breathing down. âI hope her eyes look better than they shine. I hope her lips taste sweeter than mine. I hope she looks prettier when she cries. I hope she wonât be so hard to handle.âÂ
Jaemin walked toward her, trying to hold her in his arms but she glared at him and it was enough to make him take a step back.Â
âLeave,â she only whispered, taking a deep breath, trying to donât pay attention to the tears that were making her look more and more pathetic. âYou donât want me, Jaemin. And I canât change your mind. I canât force you here. I already ruined enough of your life with this.âÂ
âYou didnât ruin my life, please. You will always be my best friend.âÂ
She couldnât hold in the loud sob that rolled out of her mouth when he said that and her body crashed against the wall again.Â
âI hate you so much,â she screamed, shaking and sniffling. âYou â you shouldâve told me this so long ago. I hate you so much,â she repeated, bending and holding her stomach, wishing she knew a way to make this pain stop. âI wouldâve rather lost the sex with you than â than be â ugh,â she sobbed, completely falling on the floor.
Jaemin was frozen, his heart was broken too. He wouldâve never wanted to be the reason for her tears, or for her pain, especially for this pain. Seeing her body shake, her face a mess of tears and mascara and her chest panting uncontrollably as she gasped for air.Â
âI didnât do this on purpose,â he whispered because he had no idea what to tell her. How to make her believe that if he made up his feelings before he wouldâve told her sooner.Â
âI know,â she replied, not looking at him. âBut⌠leave, please. I canât â I canât do this⌠I canât be this close to you. I â I⌠Leave.âÂ
And he did, walking to their bedroom he grabbed some of his things for the night and left. He tried to meet her eyes before closing the door behind him, but she was huddled up on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably and the only thing he could do after turning her in that state, was to leave her some space.Â
When the sound of the door closing reached her ears, she started crying louder, fingers clenching too hard around her hair and pulling too much, trying to feel some physical pain because the emotional one was unbearable.Â
That wasnât fair.Â
That was nothing of what she had planned for the night, or for the weekend, or for their lives.Â
And she couldnât even think why she wasnât enough, why he didnât cast her in the show of his life forever. She could only think about all the wasted times and how now she couldâve been anywhere else in the world, with a job that made her ten times happier, with somebody that truly loved her and still with Jaemin at his side, still her childhood best friend, still the little teenage boy that made her laugh, still the college pal that spent nights up with her.Â
But Jaemin now turned into a nightmare. He was somebody that she didnât know.Â
Jaemin was the source of her biggest pain and that was a kind of hurt she didnât know how to deal with.Â
She felt sick.Â
Sick to the stomach.Â
So, still crying, and sobbing, she crawled on the floor, tired body making its way to the bathroom, feeling like she was carrying around a ton too heavy to handle. And she threw up, everything she couldâve, and finding the strength to lift her hand and flush was hard. Just like it was to get up when her heart and stomach hurt so much and she felt like she could barely breathe.Â
âIâm so pathetic,â she whispered through sobs while she laid curled up on the floor, thinking it couldnât be possible to react that way, that a break-up couldnât be the end of the world, that a betrayal like this couldnât be the end of the world. And yet it felt exactly like that. And she had no strength to get up or drag her body to the bed, their bed, so she fell asleep there, exhausted, heartbroken, and humiliated.Â
It wasnât going to be the end of the world.Â
But right there, it felt like the end of the universe. Â

Dealing with what came after hadnât been easy. Seeing Jaeminâs face again hadnât been easy. But that still was his place, and his friends couldnât just make room for him in their houses out of nowhere. So they still had to share their everyday life for a week before Renjun found a way to let him squeeze into his house, a temporary solution to give him time to find a new place.Â
But dealing with his absence wasnât easy either. Every day when she came home the house was a little emptier. All the things they bought together. All the things she had seen in his room at his parentâs place, then in his college room, and now here. Gone. Gone just like him.Â
Jaemin had tried to talk to her several times, but she never answered, unless it was really necessary, and when she did the only words were âyesâ or ânoâ or small phrases.
She was angry. Furious even. So much she feared she was going to go insane. Because the pain was pressing her to the floor and she felt like she was about to explode. But that wasnât her, that was a part of her that was hurt and devastated. And as much as Jaemin deserved it, she didnât want to regret any dumb action, so she took a step back. Hoping he was going to leave her alone as soon as possible and then she wouldâve healed by herself.Â
And it took her at least one month to get back on her feet. She didnât even feel pain, she felt empty, and for some reason, it was worst. She had no emotions to deal with, to feel and then analyze, no root of a pain to reach to break it apart.Â
She spent her evenings sitting on a corner of the sofa, looking at the wall, feeling like she was going insane. Her friends tried to make her go out, get her mind off of it, but she had no strength. She was falling into a withdrawal.Â
âWhat is this?â She asked her mother while she went through the mail, an envelope that was too elegant to be normal mail catching her eyes. She had started to come back to her parentâs house during the weekend to donât feel so lonely because that place screamed Jaemin from every corner and she couldnât deal with it. During the week she was too wrecked from work to let him drag her down, but the weekends were the worst.Â
âWhat, honey? It must be the usual stuff,â her mother replied not even turning around, too busy crocheting a blanket.Â
She wanted to leave it there, but something inside her told her to open it.Â
âAre you kidding me?â She whispered, blinking her eyes twice to make sure she wasnât going insane. âHeâs getting married?â Her eyes were still on that piece of paper with her name written on it. âHeâs getting married and he invited me?âÂ
When her eyes fell on her mother her heart broke even more. âYou â you knew?â the words were shaking coming out of her mouth and her eyes got wetter.Â
âHoney, Iâm ââ
âDonât call me honey,â she warned her sternly, feeling like that pet name was mocking her even more. âYou knew?âÂ
âIâm still friends with his mom, you know whatâs between us, of course, I did,â she confessed, placing the wool next down on the armchair and walking toward her daughter but she stepped back. âI wasnât planning on giving it to you.âÂ
âWhy did he invite me? Does he think â does he think we can still be friends after all the pain he caused to me?â Her back met the wall and it was getting harder to breathe.Â
He was getting married.Â
Na Jaemin, her best friend for life, her first love, her first real relationship, the one she gave up so much for, was getting married two months after they broke up.Â
âHis mother did the invitations. You know itâs hard for us to see you like this. We just wish you would solve this.âÂ
âSolve this?â She almost screamed, staring at her mother in disbelief. âSolve what? The broken heart he threw to the ground and stepped on? I gave him my life, mom, I did things for him â IâŚÂ I wouldâve died for him and he tells me he never loved me. These past three years had been a lie, he was with me just because I was there, ready to crawl at his side, I was just a habit he was too afraid to lose and he had to tie me to him somehow until I became too much and he kicked me out of his life. How can I go past this? Why do I always have to be the one that lets people run over her?âÂ
âI didnât mean that, but you two have been through so much. I donât understand how ââÂ
âYeah, you donât understand,â she replied bitterly before grabbing her things and walking out of the house, not listening to her mother begging to make her stay.Â
She had no idea how she made it home with the tears fogging her eyes and her heart split into million pieces more than it already was. But once she crossed the door she let out the most broken scream of her life, bending in two in front of the door, letting her body fall on the floor, screaming and crying, regretting all her life choices, wondering how the person she trusted the most in the whole world couldâve turned into her biggest enemy.Â
Jaemin, the one that had her back when she did something wrong. The one that helped her stood up every time she fell. The one that kissed the pain away when she fell off the bike or from the swing. Her soulmate had backstabbed her, over and over again.Â
âI donât deserve this,â she shouted, resting her back against the hard door, head rolled back as she tried to let her lungs breathe in more air because she felt like she was dying. âI donât deserve all this pain.âÂ
But she had nobody to talk to, nobody was there to hug her or calm her down, nobody to whisper in her ears that eventually, one day, everything wouldâve been better.Â
Nobody was there to tell her that one day she wouldâve got that love she deserved.Â
Because the love she deserved was reserved for somebody else.Â
And she shouldnât have added more pain to her suffering, but her hands quickly reached for her phone and opened Instagram.Â
And there they were.Â
âForever and alwaysâ as the caption of their hands, two beautiful rings on their fingers. And swiping left another picture, their cheeks pressed against each other, smiling widely as the wind blew the hair in front of their faces.Â
The exact picture she had of them on her lock screen, but now that she thought about it, after months of thinking that was one of their best photos, she realized that Jaeminâs cheek wasnât so close to hers.Â
And there were so many posts on Instagram, both of their feeds were full of each other with cheesy captions and emojis. Things he never, ever did for her.Â
She broke down again, feeling her heart twist in her ribcage.Â
She had spent months trying to convince herself that Jaemin had fallen out of love in the last months. That it had happened, that it was just bad luck and they werenât meant to last.Â
But looking back at it now, thinking about how easily he had moved on and what kind of love he was reserving for her, the sad truth crashed her to the ground.Â
Jaemin had never fallen in love with her.Â

They werenât supposed to meet again, but she couldnât say ânoâ when her mother invited her to the usual spring party she threw the first week of April.Â
âSorry, I didnât see you here,â Jaemin mumbled when they crashed against each other. âI was looking for a thing in my⌠my jacket,â he explained since they were both in the guest room.Â
She was frozen. She wanted to leave. She shouldâve left because she came there mainly to avoid him. She couldnât stand seeing him and her all over each other, their hands intertwined, his lips always on her cheeks or lips, his fingers gently grazing her hair back.Â
âAre you okay?â He asked when tears started streaming down her face. It had been months since he had last seen her and he never imagined she was doing this badly, she barely looked like herself anymore.
She didnât even notice she had started crying, it happened so often lately that she didnât even pay attention to it anymore.Â
âNever been better,â she replied sarcastically, but her feet still couldnât find the strength to move past him and walk out.Â
âI didnât know about what my mom did, I wouldâve stopped her,â he said.Â
She chuckled bitterly. âYou think that the problem is being invited? You think that the mere fact of you marrying someone else after two months of our break up isnât heartbreaking enough?âÂ
âI didnât want to hurt you.âÂ
She nodded. âI know, I know. We never want to hurt others, and just because it wasnât on purpose the others shouldnât feel hurt or betrayed, right? Itâs always an honest mistake. Oops, I slipped. Oops, I didnât do it on purpose. I casually stuck ten knives in your chest but I never thought you would bleed and die on the floor, please, forgive me.â Her tone wasnât high but bitter, full of a type of anger Jaemin never heard before.Â
âLetâs not do this right now,â Jaemin said. âThere are people.âÂ
âYeah, you care so much about what they might think. You donât even care about all the pain you put me through. How much this hurt and how much you, your mother and mine are slapping your happiness at my expense on my face.âÂ
âYou shouldnât have come here.âÂ
âI shouldnât have? Sheâs my mom. This is my parentsâ house. Not yours. You shouldâve been thoughtful enough to say no when she invited you, to take your fucking distances from my family but no, this is so much better. You love seeing me miserable. You love knowing Iâm not getting over you, that for me there will never be getting over you. Probably you get off to my pain.âÂ
âDonât say things that are not true. I didnât know you were coming, I wouldnât have come.âÂ
âI donât even get how my mom let her in, why sheâs so supportive of you as if⌠as if youâre not the reasons Iâm struggling to make it to the next day. Why does nobody care about me? Why is she still all over you? Why canât she see it? Why canât she realize youâre not the kind, little boy I used to spend my morning, afternoon and evening with?âÂ
âSheâs just happy for meâŚâÂ
âRight, youâre happy, your family is happy. Sheâs happy, happier than Iâve ever been. You found your person, and thereâs nothing I can do about it. And Iâm so happy about it. Congratulation for being happy, for finding love, for â fuck,â she cursed. âIâm so happy for you. Iâm so happy that sheâs getting all the love I deserved to have.âÂ
âDonât do this.âÂ
âNo, Iâm truly happy. Iâm so happy that she gets the flowers, the boxes of chocolate, the nights out to stargaze, the marriage proposal, the new house, maybe even a dog or a child.âÂ
âAre you mad because I love her?âÂ
âIâm mad because she gets the love I deserved. The love that I gave you.â It was hard to say it out loud and in front of him but she was so mad, so frustrated that everybody there acted as if she was the problem or the overdramatic one.Â
âShe gets the posts made about her, she gets the flowers, she gets a perfect love that you never gave to me. You never loved me. All these years were a fucking lie, Jaemin. You lied to me. I gave you my everything. I was so open to you, I showed you my true colors and what I got back? A fucking play. You were playing a part. I have no idea who I had by my side in the last three years. And Iâve known you before we could even talk.âÂ
âIâm sorry but I canât⌠I canât choose who I love.âÂ
âI donât care. I got excuses, Jaemin. You got to use this, to use me. You left me in the dust with nothing and then walked away as if it was nothing. As if I was nothing,â she screamed, fist clenching around his shirt before letting go because she couldnât stand to stay this close to him.Â
âWas I too hard to handle? Was I too emotionally unstable? What was wrong with me that â that didnât make you love me? Why donât you love me? Why donât you want me?âÂ
âBecause youâre not her,â Jaemin snapped, their eyes locking into each other, hearts breaking again. Hers because she never imagined he could hurt her that bad. Again. Over the same wound. Healing and bleeding. Closing and ripping open. And his because he never wanted to hurt her that bad. Jaemin truly didnât want this to end like this. And he couldnât stand the emptiness he could see in her eyes as they stared into his and felt like nothing of what they used to feel.Â
They werenât home anymore. And this was the cruellest reminder.Â
Her feet moved back, heels almost dripping on the floor and lips shaking. She gulped, wrapping her arms around her shoulders, nodding as she felt the air dim in her lungs again. Â
âYouâre right,â she whispered, looking through the clothes to grab her jacket before putting it on and storming outside.Â
Jaemin shouldâve let her go but he knew that when she acted like this she was out of herself.Â
âWhere are you going? Itâs dangerous to drive like this,â he screamed, running after her, cursing because he didnât want to make a scene but he still cared about her.Â
âWhy do you act like you care? You donât give a damn about me. Just â just stop this,â she replied, slamming the front door, walking fast to her car, falling apart when she turned around and he wasnât there. His fiancĂŠe had stopped him, probably asking what was going on and he was lying, coming up with something that wasnât related to her, because she wasnât worth a fight between him and the love of his life, and he walked back to the garden, once again forgetting about her.Â
Driving in those conditions was a terrible idea, but she wanted to go home and the idea of death didnât sound so sad or scary.Â
Dying for love was such a dumb thing.Â
But she couldnât keep her eyes on the road, her hands couldnât control the wheel, shaking too hard. And when she lost control, when the car ran off the road and death grazed her, she wondered if it went in another way, if destiny wouldnât have been so gentle to keep her alive if she wouldâve gotten the flowers on her tombstones.Â
But she wasnât underground, she was alive, hurt, next to her car, crying her eyes out to a love that was never meant to be.Â
She couldnât know what wouldâve happened if things went the other way. But of one thing, she was sure.
Someone else was getting the flowers and wouldâve always got them.Â
And that someone, wasnât her.Â

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I'm so done, i deserve a Mark in my life
fever pitch

âŠâ mark x reader | pro baseball player!mark | fluff | smut | 8.4k
SUMMARY |Â your world is shaken up (literally) when you meet the handsome man guilty of the accidental baseball smack to your head. after a comforting meet-cute and realization that heâs the cityâs ace pitcher, you two go on a date. and by the end of the night, mark thinks heâs falling for you faster than any pitch heâs thrown before.
WARNINGS |Â sexual content (near the end), arm riding (iykyk), breast/nipple play, oral sex (m and f receiving), fingering, piv sex, some drinking // this is 80% fluff-20% smut (with lots of corny writing); there's actually not too much baseball mentioned, but i did a little research on it; however, inaccuracies may be inevitable!
RATING |Â mature
AUTHOR'S NOTE | i am sorry this is so late </3 i hope y'all enjoy! please also check out (and maybe send in some prompts to) @nctpromptmeme!
TAGLIST | @curieouscapt @dearlyminhyung @infnteen

Under the warm, summer sun, you beam as you walk towards your close friend, Chenle, and his dog, Daegal.
Shining back, he nods in hello to you with sunglasses pressed against his face. The teacup Bichon by his side wags its tail and pants happily at the sight of you, but is easily distracted the next second due to the parkâs stimulating surroundings.
Dogs running amok, families having picnics, kids chasing each other in circles, friends playing baseballâ
Specifically, a group of absolutely stunning men playing, as if a model catalogue exploded onto the field across from you.
But one in particular catches your eye.
Kind eyes shine behind wire-framed glasses, paired with a wide smile. His soft hair bounces with his light jog across the area. Â
In his fitted white tee, he ends up in one spot and continuously throws the ball into his mitt. The game seems to be on hold as he speaks to a teammate. Absentmindedly, he rolls his arm sleeves up, revealing lean, yet defined muscles.
You silently gasp, struck by the beautiful sight, then gulp at the flexing of his biceps when he continues tossing the ball. His teammate mustâve told him a joke since the attractive figure throws his head back in joy.
And this is the exact moment you go into cardiac arrest because his laugh is the last straw of what you can handle from this man. Â
Suddenly, the sound of your name shakes you out of your daze and reminds you to breathe.
âOkay, which one of these guys is the one who made you do a full stop in the middle of the grass?â Chenle asks, coming up beside you.
Daegal welcomes you with loving rubs against your leg. You squat to pet her, but your eyes are still honed in on the handsome stranger. The teams seems to be switching now when someone hands the bespectacled man a bat.
Your friend tracks your line of sight and nods, impressed. âOkay, heâs cute. Your distractedness will be excused this time.â
Scoffing, you shove his leg lightly and he giggles in return. After a few more moments of gawking, Chenle wonders, âWhy do I feel like Iâve seen him somewhere?â
Standing up, you reply, âProbably comes here often with his friends when you walk Daegal?â
âNo.â He shakes his head. âI feel like I know him from somewhere else...â
Deciding you should probably drag your attention away and not be a blatant creep, you begin to walk away backwards, heading towards the ice cream cart before the line-up becomes as long as the field.
âWant your usual?â
âYes, please!â
However, Chenleâs brightness fades instantly, jaw falling and eyes widening. Youâre about to turn around to see what caused his change of expression when you hear a piercingâ
âWATCH OUT!â

With a throbbing in your head, you wake up, squinting at the blinding rays. Coming into view, the cute guy from before replaces the sunâs spot, staring down at you with concern written all over his face.
âOh, my God,â he pants. His hands shake in front of him. âI am so, so, so, so sorry.â
You roll your eyes a bit, trying to center your vision. Groaning, you ask, âWhat happened?â
âI, uh...â The individualâs mouth, slightly open with gritted teeth, pulls to one side as he runs a hand through his hair, âmay have batted the ball and it coincidentally went straight for your head.â
Carefully, he helps lift your upper body off the ground. He asks if youâre okay, and you nod. But a grimace comes after, causing the strangerâs frown to deepen.
âMaybe we should get you to the hospital. You might have a concussion.â
All of a sudden, he inches closer and gingerly runs his thumb over the source of the throbbing. Itâs likely all in your mind, but you swear the pain lessens from his touch. You tilt your head further, angling into his palm and embracing the comforting gesture.
âIâll obviously cover all the billsââ
You cut him off with a slow lift of your hand. âNo. Iâm okay, Iâm okay.â
You know youâll definitely be more than okay if you can steal some more time with his magical touch.
Continuing, you say, âAnd thatâs too much. If anything, you can buy some ice cream for me and my friend.â
Glancing around for Chenle, you find him, crouching like the stranger, but a few feet away. With a raised corner of his mouth, you deduce heâs deliberately giving space for you to interact with Mr. Handsome Baseball Hitter.
Said handsome baseball hitter chuckles. Hearing it tugs at your chest, even harder now that you can experience it up close.
âIâll buy you a thousand ice creams to make it up to you.â He retreats his hand and you don't hold back pouting from the fleeting contact you already miss. âBut seriously, if thereâs any long-term side effects, please reach out to me and Iâll pay for any expenses that come your way.â
âHow would I know how to reach out to you?â
He rambles the following matter-of-factly, âWell, you can find my managerâs information online, thereâs the teamâs Twitter accountââhe looks up cutely in thoughtââand I guess Iâve been kinda active on Instagramââ
You tilt your head in confusion. What is this guy going on about?
âOkay,â you interrupt, âbut who are you?â
His face flips through a few emotions in the span of seconds, but theyâre unreadable. Finally landing on a grin, he says, âI think whatâs more important is: do you know who you are?â
âYeah, Iâmââ And you properly introduce yourself.
âGood,â he says, âso weâre not dealing with amnesia.â
Your cheeks rise at his humour. Saying your name warmly, he adds, âNice to meet you, Iâm Mark.â
He lends out a hand for you to shake and you do so. With help from his knees, he rises upward, aiding you to stand on your feet in the process.
âMark,â you repeat his name aloud, locking eyes with him, âthe baseball batter with the strength of a thousand suns.â
At the odd line, you catch yourself, thinking how the injury mustâve loosened your filter. He laughs at the lengthy label. âYou should see me pitch.â
You shake your head. âNu-uh, nope,â you playfully say. âIâm going to be safe and stay far, far away from that sexy arm.â
Both you and Markâs eyebrows rise at the remark.
Yep, definitely a loose filter. Maybe you really do have a concussion.
While Mark breaks out into a pleased smile, you snap your eyes shut, wanting to run away. Or disappear, if at all possible. âStrong, strong. I meant strong...â
Avoiding eye contact, you hurry and make way to a now standing Chenle. Trying to leave the embarrassment behind, you grumble, âChenle, letâs get going.â
Your friend smirks and whispers by your side, âYou sure you donât want to dig your grave even further?â You attempt to elbow him, but heâs too quick and avoids it.
âIt was nice meeting you, Mark,â you call out over your shoulder as you walk away. âThanks for looking out for... my head?â
Cringe falls over, making you pick up your pace. Time to officially stop talking.
Chenle turns away, his body shaking as he releases a snicker into his fist.
âAgain, Iâm really, really sorry!â Mark apologizes in a shout. You can hear the sincerity in his voice, and also recognize his voice as the one who warned you to watch out before the incident occurred. âIf you need to find me, Iâll be here over the next couple of weekends!â
When youâre far away enough from the scene of the crime, you smack Chenle in the arm. In response, Daegal chirps a bark at you. âYou just had to watch me make a complete fool out of myself back there.â
He lovingly places an arm around your shoulders and pulls you into him. âI mean, Daegalâs great and all, but if anyone has any entertainment value out of the three of us here, itâs going to be you.â
You groan at his harsh, yet true, words.
âYour head good though?â
You note how the throbbing is barely there anymore. Touching the spot, you wince. At most, thereâs likely just a bruise. âYeah, itâs good.â
In a hopeful tone, Chenle sing-songs, âThink you wanna come to the park again with me next weekend?â
Reflecting on what Mark said, you ponder if he really meant it about coming to find him if anything was wrong. Even though everything would likely be fine, youâd love to see him again.Â
But how could you face him after the disaster of your mouth running free? You shake your head in defeat.

On Monday night, the next evening, your phone goes off right as you enter your apartment building. You drag your phone out, eyebrows furrowing at the notification that Chenleâs calling you. When was the last time heâs called you?
Actually, youâre fairly sure heâs never called you. Ever. You pick it up without hesitation.Â
âHey, everything okay?â
âFind a TV playing the baseball game,â Chenle pants. âRight now.â
Out of all the things he could call you for, this is what heâs asking you to do? Heâs not even into baseball; basketball is the sport he adores to death. âWhat?â
âDo it,â he orders. âNow!â
âOkay, okay.â
Thankful you havenât gone up to your apartment yet, you stride over to the little in-house gym in your building near the front entrance. You havenât used it much since you moved in, but you recall that the TVs usually play either sports or news.
And you remember right, except at the moment, the baseball game is the only event plastered on the screens. Most people in the room are fixated on the game while theyâre doing their set or on their respective cardio machine.
âOkay...â you trail in uncertainty. A pitcher from your cityâs team throws the ball and the batter misses. The camera cuts to the batter from the opposing team, shaking his head in disappointment. âWhy must I need to watch the baseball game so baââ
The cameraâs now on Markâs face.
The same Mark from the neighbourhood park yesterday, sans the glasses, and in proper baseball gear.
Heâs on live, national television, playing baseball in front of the crowd of tens of thousands of people. Â
From a side angle, all eyes are on him as he tips his cap forward. His eyes mold into slits of concentration, his sharp jaw tightening after a lick of his lips. Sure, heâs different from yesterdayâs care-free self, but youâd be lying if you said this serious side of him didnât turn you on either.
Again, the camera cuts away, to the wide shot from behind him. Besides his great body (especially his gorgeous backside in those snug pants), you revel in the back of his white and dark green trimmed jersey, indicating his last name and his assigned number:Â Lee. 02.
He winds up for the pitch, raising his leg, and the ball is gone within a blink of an eye, landing directly into the catcherâs glove. The number 98 comes up near a rectangle on-screen, signifying the speed of his throw.
Mark wasnât lying about his skills; heâs the pitcher with the strength of a thousand suns.
All the screens are filled with Player #02âs glimmer of a smirk, before he quickly stashes it away behind his cap. The camera lingers on him while the commentators in the background talk.
âA great put-out pitch for Lee,â one says. âHis fastballs this season have been absolutely remarkable. Another great one from him.â
Cameras switch to another shot of Mark catching the ball, resetting once more for the next batter.
Another commentator supplements, âAside from the slight hiccup earlier this season, heâs definitely on-track in making his mark on his debut in the league. A rookie ace indeed. Itâs no wonder theyâve been calling him âThe Tiger!ââ
Understanding dawns upon you as to why he stated how easy it would be to contact him (and to be able to pay for any potential hospital bills). The cityâs new star pitcherâhow could you not know him?
âI knew he looked familiar!â Chenle pipes up from the other end, just as Markâs nice figure takes up the screen once more. Awe and shock consume your voice, and youâre unable to create a coherent reply.
But you donât need to, not when you have Chenle to talk your ear off about the game, but mostly Mark, for the rest of the night.

The week passes by, with you casually going through Markâs Instagram (which, as he mentioned, he only occasionally posts on) and watching a few more of Markâs games with Chenle in tow.Â
You fawn together over his plays (and his ass) and, despite not knowing much about the game, he must be having a great week from the commentatorsâ constant praises and the teamâs overall wins.
Once Sunday finally arrives though, a wave of nervous anticipation rolls over you.
Because for you, itâs game time.
Sure, you may not have initially wanted to, but now that you know who Mark is, what is there to lose if you step up to the plate and see him again?
The scene of the park is quite similar to last weekâs, except for the large presence of people staring at the men, many you recognize from the cityâs team from all the games youâve watched this week, playing baseball on the field. You wonder if you were too caught up with Mark last week because you didnât notice how everyone else was this enraptured too.
As you stroll closer to the grassy area with Chenle and Daegal hovering behind, the players coincidentally take a breather. Some parents quickly take advantage of the break to bring their children up to receive autographs.
This is perfect timing for you too.
However, you stop in place, debating if this was a good idea to return. Youâre surely going to make a fool out of yourself again (this time with no injury to blame) and Chenle, despite his promise of not interfering, will totally budge in andâ
And itâs too late to backpedal, because Mark, although distracted by the little cluster of people surrounding him, lifts his head momentarily and his gaze lands directly on you.
Air seizes in your lungs when he flashes you a grin that could compete with the sun. He gives a small nod and wave. Like a star struck fangirl, you glance around to ensure heâs not gifting that nod and wave to anyone else.Â
But no, youâre not mistakenâhis eyes are only on you.
Saying his thanks to his assumed fans, he jogs his way over to you, attired today in a fitted grey-mixed tee, ripped denim jeans, and thicker framed glasses compared to last time.
âHey,â Mark says, still grinning beautifully. âHowâs your head feeling?â
His smile is incredibly infectious. Itâs a challenge not to do the same when youâre in the presence of this man. âBetter. Had some bruising, but itâs all gone now.â
He nods in response, mumbling a âGood, goodâ under his breath. With his face turned away, he swipes some hair behind his ear and seems to be preparing himself to say something. But, you will yourself to address the elephant in the room first.
âSo, why didnât you tell me that you were in the major leagues?â
At the unexpected question, Mark darts his head up and draws it back in surprise, his lips pouting adorably. Your heart bursts.
Contrasting his cuteness, you notice the hint of stubble around his mouth. First the pout, now this. Youâre captivated by it more than you should be.
He chuckles and lifts a shoulder. âWell, you didnât ask.â
âI did,â you laugh. âI asked who you were!â
After looking up in thought for a moment, he concedes. âOkay, maybe you did.â
You two laugh in unison, and even when the moment is over, both of you stare into each other's eyes. Timeâs filled with comfortable silence and equally comfortable smiles.Â
Mark breaks the silence, asking, âAre you still wanting to stay safe and far away from my sexy arm?â
âOh, my God...â you groan, hating to hear the same words that left your mouth from last week.
âNo,â he says through another burst of laughter, âitâs a genuine question.â
âI meant to say strong!â you argue petulantly. âI was just a little out of it from the hit, no thanks to you.â
âI know, I know,â he giggles. âIâm genuinely wondering though, cause...â Mark pauses and begins to fidget, this time rubbing the nape of his neck.Â
You tilt your head, intrigued. âCause what?â
âCause, I was, uh, wondering,â he says, eyes averting yours. âSince I owe you for your head injuryââ
âYou donât owe me anythingââ
âAnd I know itâs a long shot cause youâre absolutely gorgeous and youâre probably takenââ
This time, you draw your head back in surprise over the compliment and the grand assumption that youâre off the market.Â
ââbut did you wanna go out with me sometime?â His hand moves through his hair before he shyly looks at you again. âMaybe?â
Before you can even process what's happening you hear a "Yes!" behind you, causing you to jolt upright. âYes, she will absolutely go on a date with you!â
âChenle!â you gasp, appalled but not surprised, in the direction of your close friend as he nears your side. You face Mark again and gesture in the direction of the incoming intruder. âDonât mind him.â
As per his charming self, your friend holds out a hand. âHi, Iâm Chenle. Your newest number one fan. Great plays this week, by the way.â
âMark.â He takes the hand to shake, giving him a small smile. âAnd thanks.â
Markâs eyes wander down and notices the dog wagging its tail excitedly. His face lights up. âAw, whoâs this cute little guy?â
âDaegal,â Chenle answers. âSheâs my little handful, besides this one.â he says, jerking his head in your direction. Mark's too focused on Daegal to see you slapping her owner in the arm.Â
Squatting down, he pets the lively dog. You follow suit and crouch down too, watching Daegal gift Mark tons of licks and enthusiastically rubs herself against his hands and arms. Sheâs never this delighted with strangers usually.Â
âWhat do you think, Daegal?â Mark asks, holding eye contact with her as if she could reply, then he glances over at you. âDo you think your friend should go out with me?â
Immediately, she barks happily, causing all three of you to laugh.Â
âGood girl,â Chenle whispers from above.
Although you pucker your lips playfully at Daegalâs betrayal, you reach out to pet her fondly along with Mark.Â
âBut how will you guarantee my safety from your strong arm?â Your stare lingers on them. Not that he has to know, but you had to make a conscious effort to not say sexy once more.
âI promise I wonât be tossing any more of my balls in your direction,â Mark casually says.
After a pause, your eyebrows raise and his eyes widen.
âWait, I meanâshit...â he hisses, closing his eyes and shaking his head. Your lips twitch, suppressing a laugh and finding him adorable.
âI know what you mean,â you quickly say, relieving him of his embarrassment.
He shyly glances up at you and you share a comforting look. Suddenly, someone from the field hollers his name. With a small frown, he begins to walk in reverse away from you.
âI probably should get back, but now that you know how to get in touch, message me on Instagram and we can figure out a time that works for our date?â
âYes, definitely!â
Incredulously, you look up at Chenle for answering on your behalf.
âFor sure, Mark,â you say. âHave a great game.â With the way he plays, you know he will.
Chenle and you wave your good-byes to him and watch him retreat to his friends.
âYou do know that I'm the one he asked out, right?â you ask as the three of you begin to walk towards to the park's popular ice cream cart, except you're more vigilant this time.
Your friend grabs out cash, ready to pay for your order. Or at least you hope so, for all the trouble he caused.
âYes, and that's why I will live vicariously through you!â

After messaging him over the last week (with Chenle hovering over your shoulder and backseat driving many of the messages), Thursday really couldn't come fast enough for your date with Mark.
As you step out of your apartment complex, your jaw drops and an impressed smile fills your face.
In a green bomber, black tee, and skinny jeans, Mark coolly pulls up on a red Ducati motorbike. You recall seeing a post or two on his Instagram with it, but it takes you by surprise to see it in-person.
He takes off his helmet and runs fingers through his hair, attempting to ruffle out the messiness. You're a little envious of how good he looks, even with messy hair.
Your date takes in your outfitâan off-the-shoulder floral dress that teeters the lines of being cute and sexy simultaneouslyâand beams.
âWow,â he says, mouth agape. âYou look gorgeous.â
âThank you,â you say, then make an over-the-top attempt to check him out. âYou don't look so bad yourself.â
After a moment of shared smiles, he tilts his head towards his mode of transportation. âHope this isn't too daunting.â
You shake your head. âNot at all.â
As Mark helps you with your helmet, now that you're up-close, you notice he's clean-shaven, unlike the other times you've seen him, and you presume he opted for contacts for tonight.
You also can't help but relish in the proximity of his hands near your face, flashing previously to the first time you met only a couple of weeks ago.
Once he's done, you ready yourself for the ride by wrapping your arms around his waist from behind, holding onto him snugly.
He twists around with his visor open.
âReady?â
You respond with a squeeze around his waist and a nod, so he closes his visor and you're off through the nightscape of the city.
Everything passes by in a blur, but when there are the occasional moments when he slows down or stops at the red lights, you drink in how beautiful your city is.
On the other hand, you're dying to know what Mark planned for tonight. He gave you a vague ideaâdinner, a small post-dinner activity (no balls involved, Mark promised), and dessertâbut that's all.
In a nicer part of the city, he stops and parks in front of a bumbling Italian restaurant.
Once inside, Mark gives his name to the greeter, stating how he has a reservation, and a sweet host immediately leads you to your table. As you walk through the restaurant, you admire its warm atmosphere with dim lights and candles spread everywhere, along with the many other couples eating their dinner.
The host stops in front of a secluded semi-circular plush booth. You shimmy in, and Mark follows. Both of you sit comfortably close near the middle of the booth.
Despite how much you have been talking through DMs over the last week, as first dates often go, conversation is awkward at first.
However, as dinner progresses and the extravagant wine (Mark insisted, âOnly the best for my date, please.â) makes its way through your systems, it gets easier.
You learn more about his family, his team, and his love for reading. For him, he learns about your friends, your job vs. dreams constant conflict, and your love for music.
The easiness also goes beyond words. Underneath the table, your legs brush up against one another's. You throw your head back in laughter, and you bravely touch his forearm in response. Mark even leans in close to your body, sometimes the edge of your shoulders gently pressing into the other.
By the end of dinner, being the gentleman he is, Mark doesn't even let you glance at the check and pays it all without hesitation. Then, you're outside and on his motorbike again, off to the mysterious post-dinner activity.
When he reaches a particular end of town where there isn't much around except one place, you have an inkling where you're about to go.
Once you're there and parked, your hunch is answered correctly, but you realize something.
âIsn't the aquarium closed at this hour?â
He shrugs nonchalantly and begins to usher you forward with a hand lingering at your lower back. Whispering into your ear, he says, âI may have booked it privately for tonight.â
As you walk through, Mark and you stick to each other's side, shoulder to shoulder, and switch between revealing more about yourselves while reading and conversing about the informational signs on the aquatic creatures.
Both of you stop in front of the main showcase of the aquarium: the large tank that houses two beluga whales.
Mark leans in a bit closer to the tank, catches sight of one of them in a corner, and points it out to you. As he straightens, you feel the back of your hand brush up against his.
âYouâre quite the romantic,â you state while glancing at the tank, almost as low as a whisper. Even with nobody around, there's something so serene about the aquarium that makes you want to be respectfully quiet. "Does everyone get this first-date, first-class experience from you?â
âOnly the girls who get hit on the head by me,â he teases in a whisper, making you softly chuckle.
After a moment passes as you watch the tank, hoping and waiting for the beluga whales to move to where you're standing, Mark asks, âWould it be surprising to say I donât go on dates as often as you think?â
Your eyes dart toward him, but you quickly keep your gaze fixated back on the tank. You nod. âA little.â
He hums, followed by a lengthy sigh. You can sense a shift in him. You hear how it's laced with sadness, maybe even a little regret.
âIâve been working so hard to get to this point and of course being draftedâs been so worth it, but it also meant that I had to sacrifice some things along the way. But now that Iâm finally hereââyou feel his gaze now directed on youââI definitely can rearrange my time for other things.â
Your breathing slows as you turn to face him.
Courageously, Mark intertwines his hand with yours and his free one raises, caressing the bare skin of your upper arm. The contact makes you gasp and hold your breath.
He drags himself forward, as do you, and his hand is about to cup your face...
Until the two belugas are now your front-row audience, glancing at you as if they were smiling.
You both chuckle softly and give them a wave, not wanting to lose this rare chance of seeing them this close.
And although the special moment has passed, you two finish off the marine life tour with your hand in his.
Once outside, Mark leads you somewhere nearby. After about ten minutes of walking, you're standing on a large cliff with a scenic view of the city. You've never seen the city from this height before, and all its twinkling lights and the starry sky beckon you.
An ice cream truck is also coincidentally there, and you assume Mark booked it for your date tonight.
You two grab your waffle cone orders and sit down on a wooden bench that overlooks the view.
âSo,â you say, licking the cone on its side to avoid the ice cream from dripping down your hand, âdoes this go towards the debt of you hitting my head?â
âOf course,â he nods with his signature smile, doing the same as you and trying to avoid his sweet treat from melting. âIt'll be one ice cream out of the many future thousands.â
The implication that thereâll be more than just this date hangs in the night air, almost as if it's a promise, and you really hope it'll be true.
At the very least, it feels true as you peer over your city, leaning your head onto Mark's shoulder while he casually drapes an arm around you.

Getting off the motorcycle, Mark walks you to the front door of your place and you don't even think twice about asking if he wants to come in. He says yes a little too enthusiastically, making you giggle, but it confirms that neither of you want the night to come to an end just yet.
Mark hangs his jacket as you grab beers from the fridge. Both of you make talk for some time on your couch, but the energy in the room is buzzing, especially since the almost-kiss.
The second you gravitate towards Mark, he rushes to wrap an arm around your waist and his free hand cups your face, dragging you in for the first kiss that's been itching to happen.
His lips are dangerously soft, addictive really. You swear he tastes like cherry (could be from the food earlier or maybe a lip balm flavour, you wonder).
It's a slow, yet deep, start. In the beginning, the kissing is with intent, wanting to know what each other tastes like. Naturally, the curiosity evolves into exploration, with Mark cautiously dipping his tongue into your mouth. You react with zeal, swiping your tongue against his and even experiment sucking on it. He shudders at the sensation.
Mark holds you close throughout, but your bodies move into a new position, letting you sink comfortably into your couch beneath him.
Here, passion rises. He grips your waist, whilst his body presses into yours, and he begins to trail down your neck with hot, open-mouthed kisses. Although it's already off your shoulders, he drags a sleeve of your dress further down, hungry to kiss as much of your bare skin as he possibly can.
Your fingers tangle in his hair and you arch into him, embracing his clear desire against you. You're falling and falling and falling, becoming more drunk with every touch and kiss from Mark. Ever since the first day you met, you couldn't help but yearn for his touch. Now, having a taste of him like this, you're desperate to experience more.
Although you're underneath him, you decide to take hold of the kissing. When he takes a breather for an instant, you steal the chance and fervently kiss along his jaw and rugged neck. Mark moans, gripping your waist harder, and grinds into you, his hardness dying to be free.
Shockingly, he suddenly tears away, sitting up and panting. Confused, you mirror him.
âShould we stop?â he asks. âLike, I know I might be being presumptuous, but I donât wanna ruin our potential next date if we rush too soon?â
It melts your heart that he retracted because he's concerned over your potential future. You delicately rearrange some of his loose hair stuck to his forehead. âIf you want to stop, we can.â
He pouts, reminding you of him previously at the park, followed by a cute whimper.
âBut I donât want to stop...â he laugh-smiles, leaning into you, about to drive his mouth into yours again.
âNeither do I.â
And with that, Mark makes the split-second decision to continue this good thing and not look back. Once again, he's leaving love upon your shoulders, at a measured pace currently, and he carefully lowers your dress. Drooping off your shoulders, you let it drop and bunch around your stomach.
Surprise is written on his face, as you didn't wear a bra underneath your dress, but the surprise quickly dissipates into enthrallment over the beautiful sight.
He lowers himself, mouth traversing across your chest while his free hand gently massages one of your breasts. You succumb to the rising pleasure, curving into him again.
When he arrives at one tip of yours, he looks up and asks, his voice low and gravelly, âCan I...?â
You whimper-nod, already on the verge of begging him to take the next step.
It kills you that he teases first, merely pecking the surrounding area and your tip; his mouth leaving goosebumps in its wake. Your patience grows thin.
âMark, please, justââ
Air is depleted as his tongue swipes against your nipple in a broad stroke. He then wraps his mouth around it, sucking firmly. The other hand that was kneading your other breast turns to focus on your nipple, pinching it between his index finger and thumb.
The more he sucks, the more you hear the wet puckering of his lips, the more it makes you clench tighter. Bliss begins to boil in your abdomen when he flicks his tongue and mimics the same on your other tit with the pad of his thumb.
Your breathing grows heavier, and you sense you're close, but Mark abruptly stops. You're about to speak up, believing he'd be the type to finish you off if you ask, until you realize he's kneeling on the floor in front of you and stripping off his t-shirt.
With your help, Mark eases your dress to the floor and places it safely on the coffee table. Focusing on you, his gaze is dripping of lustâso carnal, so different than his regular self.
As Mark advances to your heat, your palms graze over his defined shoulders and back. He parts your legs further with his hands wrapped around your inner thigh.
âWearing panties?â he inquires, his finger pulling the fabric a bit to the side.
âHuh?â
âNo bra, but panties?â he smirks, making you realize the joke.
You roll your eyes and relax momentarily, leaning your head back. âAre you into that? No panties underneath?â
âCould be hot,â he shrugs, tugging your underwear to your calves and tossing them off to the side.
âMaybe one date I can do th-ahââ
Without warning, he dives in, one his hands now grasping you by your lower back, and you lurch forward to get a good view of his head between your legs. You've got a grip on his shoulder, the other tugging at his hair.
His tongue laps at your folds with agility, figures out what you like or don't like. There isn't much you don't like, Mark deduces. Languid licks. Penetrating patterns. Fast flicks.
You respond eagerly to them all with harsh tugs to his hair, notably when he spreads your folds to devour you entirely. The hair pulling hurts a bit, but he doesn't mention anything; he likes it a little rough.
Despite the positive reactions, he can tell you've been at a simmer with his moves, not quite reaching close to a high. He withdraws his mouth, and, through your hazy vision, you catch sight of his honeyed lips.
But your eyes blow wide open and an acute moan dispels as your lover of the night fills you with his fingers, alongside his licking of your clit.
âFuck, fuck, fuckââ
Following a few more minutes of scissoring and a few sucks to your bundle of nerves, he asks, breathing into your inner thigh, âDoes this feel good, gorgeous?â
Your lip is drawn between your teeth, digging so hard from the pleasure you wonder if it'll bleed soon. âMm-hmm.â
âGood,â he says, kissing your thigh tenderly, â'cause I'm gonna need you to remember how good tonight is so you'll keep coming back for more.â
Not gonna be a problem, you think, but all you could muster is senseless panting.
âYou close?â
You can barely release a whimper out to respond, and Mark orders you to tell him when you're near.
It doesn't take long to get there. The warmth in your abdomen encapsulates your body and your hips rut upward frantically, desiring your climax to take authority.
âMark, Mark, Mark. Fuck, I'm close, I'mââ
Immediately, he stands up, fingers still inside you and somehow impaling you further and faster while his thumb lazily strokes at your clit when possible, and his ardent kiss is the needed catalyst to take you over the brink. Simultaneously, the kiss swallows your bountiful whines.
When you finally come down from your high, you kiss him deeply and feel him through his jeans against you.
âLet's take this to the bedroom, I need to grabââ
âShould I run to the pharmacy toâ?â
In tandem, you chuckle over how in sync you are, and tip your perspired foreheads against the other.
Holding his hand, you lead him to your bedroom. You turn on your bedside lamp and gesture to the tissues, so he can clean his hands. You then bound to your bedroom bathroom and fumble around to find your condom packs somewhere in a drawer.
Upon your return, you're graced with the sight of Mark sitting naked on the edge of your bed, stroking himself. You almost salivate.
God, he's bigger than you expected, and that's only one part of his magnificent body. You didn't have the opportunity before to admire his muscular abs, but you take every chance to do so now. The way his arm flexes with each stroke. And those thighs...
âSorry,â he murmurs and shyly shrinks a bit, in contrast to his lewd action, âhope it's okay that I took my pants off already.â
He really is quite endearing. Maybe even a little perfect.
âThere is absolutely nothing to apologize for, Mark.â
You place the condoms onto your bedside table, but are so absorbed with Mark's cock and existence. Entranced, it's your turn to drop to your knees.
Fingers wrap around his cock, and Mark's groans rise. You delve in your enthrallment for a bit, squeezing and stroking to your heart's content until you finally decide to ease him into your mouth.
Your tongue works wonders, tasting the underside of his length with every bob of your head. Meanwhile, his hands lazily thread through your hair and he watches attentively.
More saliva develops and drips, especially when you relax your mouth to let him hit the back of your throat. Obscene slurps accompany his delicate moans, both of which permeate the room in melodious unity.
As his threading develops into tight pulls of your hair, you detract yourself to avoid the night ending right then and there.
Since he's still sitting on the side of the bed, you sit onto his lap with a plan to abate and elongate the tension. You're back to kissing him, allowing both parties' hands to roam each other.
âI love your arms,â you mumble into his mouth as you reach for them.
âYeah,â he chuckles, âI know you love my sexy arms.â You punch him teasingly.
But an idea flickers in your head. You halt your actions.
âThis might be weird to ask, but could I...â you trail off, picking at your hands, realizing maybe you shouldn't finish your question.
âHey,â he whispers, holding your chin in his hand. âYou can ask me anything, beautiful.â
You hesitate with closed eyes.
âCould I... ride your arm?â
Peeking a nervous eye open, an evidently puzzled Mark stares back at you.
âIâWhat? Sure?â His voice raises in octaves.
Embarrassed, you try to wave it off. âNever mind that I asked.â
âNo, hey,â he says, his palm caressing the side of your face and angling it towards him. âI'm flattered and obviously, nobody has ever asked to ride my arm before. But if you want to give it a go, by all means, I'm open to it.â
âYeah?â
Mark gives you the sweetest smile and a reassuring nod. âYeah.â
Since you suggested it, you lead him to lay on the bed, more in the centre so there'd be enough room for you to sit. He watches you gingerly lift his hand near head-level, as if he's almost flexing to show-off or about to lay his head on his palm.
Carefully, you sit onto his left arm, facing the direction of his body. At the contact, you shudder. âIs this okay?â
He agrees, enticed by your ass near his face and the general exquisiteness of your being. âYou can put more weight on it, it's okay.â
You comply, relishing in the pressure of his arm against you. After becoming more comfortable and placing most of your weight to an arm on the bed, you slowly rub yourself upon his arm.
Mark's fascinated by this foreign act, eyes watching your every move. With his free hand, he touches himself.
His favourite part about you riding his arm? The look on your faceâfluttering eyes paired with your lip bitingâand the fact that you find him this attractive, that using him this way can simply get you off.
âThis okay still?â you breathe.
âFuck yeah.â He squeezes himself harder. He knows the answer to the next question, but he wants to hear it from you directly. âDoes it feel good for you?â
You assent with a sharp moan. Without notice, you lick your palm with the intent of reaching over to grab his cock. At first, he's confused when he notices your hand, but he happily lets you handle him.
âOh, God,â Mark pants.
You fasten your pace on his arm, grinding greedily against him. As you do so, your arm attempts to match the pace for his desire.
âFuck,â Mark twists his head to look at your hips, tries to focus on how wet you are amidst his own pleasure, âyou really do love my arms...â
It's a sweet dream for youâno, sweeter than any dream or fantasy could ever be. This is real, this spectacular sensation spreading all over and it's all thanks to his arm. Your body winds up, tighter and tighter, and you eventually break, chasing your second orgasm of the night.
Cleaning your mess up, you wipe his arm fast, keen on what's about to happen next. You then draw him into your mouth a bit to get him up again before rolling the condom onto him.
Once the rubber is on, you tease him from above, sliding the tip of his cock against your pulsing centre.
Mark may be a gentleman, but a gentleman can only be patient for so long. He seizes his possession and you gasp as he holds you by your hip, forcing you to sit down onto him.
The feeling is heavenly, stretching you sweetly. You bounce on his cock, and the sounds from you two are louder than from before. There's a small voice inside your head, worried about a noise complaint from your neighbours, but future you could deal with that.
Right now, it's all about Mark. He plays with your breasts with every move you make, while you fondle his abs and arms. Both of you try your best to look at one another through the pleasure, but it's difficult when you're floating higher and higher.
He then clasps your lower back and skillfully rises upward with the help of his strong abs. This position provides an angle for him to do all the work to thrust into you, as well as continuing to rub your breasts and even suck on them again.
At this point, you're in absolute state of frenzy, drowning in all the stimulation. Mark's underwater, right there with you too.
He pulls away in the midst of licking your nipple, his eyes going round. Nevertheless, you lean into him, your breasts pressed into his face and your mouth hangs.
Together, you cry each other's names and swear in endless spirals and the bliss finally reaches its peak for the evening.

As Mark lays next to you in your bed, observing your peaceful sleeping state, he's obviously amazed by tonight's events, but heâs also unsure whatâs in-store for either of you.
There are so many factors at play with his career, you're both essentially still strangers, the future is unknown...
And yet, despite these worries, the feeling blooming in his chest is more than a blossoming liking. Itâs akin to the moment he steps up to plate, either ready to bat or pitch. Nervousness, determination, and...
Itâs too early to call it, but when heâs around you, he swears it feels a lot like his love for the game.
He shakes his head, not wanting to jump into the deep end this fast. He doesn't want to ruin this good thing prematurely.
Nevertheless, he places one last kiss atop your forehead before he sleeps, praying you'll be a new constant in his life, at least in the near future.

EPILOGUE â FOUR MONTHS LATER
Today is game four of the World Series and your city has won the previous three. If they continue their streak, tonight will be the night where Mark and his teammates take home the championship.
Hours prior to the big game, the teams are having batting practice beforehand to warm-up.
With your chin perched in your palm, you watch Mark closelyâof course, safely from a distance and from behind himâand nod with every ball he hits well at the mound. You're seated in the lower area of the stadium among many of the other team members' families and friends, including a gleeful Chenle.
âStop checking out your boyfriend's ass,â he orders, nudging you with his shoulder as he tosses a piece of popcorn into his mouth.
âYou stop checking out my boyfriend's ass,â you retort, nudging him back.
The two of you continue your little nudging contest until he says, âSo when you guys get marriedââ
âOh, my God, Chenle...â
âI'm just saying, we all know you two are going to have beautiful little baseball player babies! Anyway, as I was saying, when you guys get married, can Daegal be the ringbearer somehow? He's pretty much the reason why you guys got together in the first place.â
You shake your head, eyes still on your love. âChenle, we'll have that conversation when and if we get there.â
âWhen we'll get there,â he states confidently, and you laugh, dismissing him.
Sure, it may have been a fresh relationship only four months in, but you couldn't deny that maybe the idea of marriage wiggled its way through your mind here and there. Despite your thoughts, it wasn't at the forefront; you were happy in love with Mark now, here in the present.
Player #02 hands his bat over to another player and jogs towards you. It makes you wonder why he hasn't done an advertisement with slo-mo running and wind blowing through his hair yet.
âHowâd I do?â Mark asks, leaning onto the railing next to you. Chenle gives him two thumbs up with a large grin.
âAwesome," you agree. "Did you think about hitting my head with each ball?â
Mark chuckles and juts his tongue to a side of his mouth. âYouâre never going to let me live that down, huh?â
âNever,â you quip, scrunching your nose. You reach out for him and hold the tips of his fingers in yours. âYou nervous?â
âYeah,â he exhales, closing his eyes. âMore than usual.â
Your fingers progress forward and your thumbs rub the back of his hands lovingly. âYouâll do amazing, like always.â
âYouâre too sweet, babe. But this might be the game and I mightââ
You cut him off by cupping his cheek in your palms.
âAnd you are the Mark âThe Tigerâ Leeââyou tenderly swipe some of his hair away from his faceââtop contender for both the Rookie of the Year and CY Young Award. So no matter what happens, you will come out on top.â
In awe and in a little disbelief with how well-put that was, he stares at you with starry, doe-like eyes. He's so grateful to have met you, to have someone so supportive of him in his life.
After a few moments, he concedes. âI had a pretty great run this season, havenât I?â
You admire how humble your boyfriend always is. It's one of his greatest traits.
âAnd you have me,â you add jokingly.
He tilts his head side to side. âI guess thereâs that too...â
The two of you share a kiss, innocent at first, until he deepens it and you wrap your arms around his neck, which generates some of his teammates to holler and whistle. Likewise, you hear Chenle screech, "Save it for after the win!" and you swear you feel some popcorn being thrown at your back.
Finally, until you're content, you peel away and press your forehead against his.
âGo get âem, Tiger,â you whisper.
Mark nods, a little more confident than before. âI love you.â
âI love you too.â
âSo much,â he punctuates it with a loving squeeze to your shoulder.
You don't think you'll see him before the game starts, so you grant him one last good luck kiss.
You wouldn't know it that night, but by the end of the season, Mark would indeed take home the Rookie of the Year and the CY Young Award, being the youngest recipient of both awards.
That evening though, your city's team works in unbelievable harmony (or maybe the opposing team is having its worst day) because the game is a perfect one. Mark shuts out the other team, not allowing them to have any runs whatsoever...
Thus, sealing his first title of being a World Series champion.
But certainly not without his beloved running out into the field to give him a congratulatory hug and kiss among the sea of people.
And at the end of that night in the confines of your bedroom (after earth-shattering celebratory sex), you would find out that Chenle was right (and later, that he was in on it) when Mark, merely in his boxers, gets on one knee with a little opened box in front of you.
He's visibly shaking, and not because he's half-naked. You've never seen him so unnerved. Your love spills the following in almost one breath:
âI know we just started dating, and we can be engaged for, like, ten years or whatever. I just know that, deep down, I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and I may have felt this way since our first date. I really, really, really hope you feel the same, even if just a little bit."
Mark takes a deep breath, trying to regain composure for the important question he exhales.
Tears rise in your eyes as an ocean of feelings hit you, but within that ocean, no doubts rise to the surface whatsoever.
All you think about is how you will be forever grateful for the baseball that hit your head on that life-changing day.
You immediately say yes.
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When Friday came, Hyejin had completely forgotten about this new friend, honestly, she couldnât care much about him. Between her job and other things assaulting her mind, worrying about whoever was going to live with Haechan was the last thought in her mind. They were already friends, so he couldnât be a bad person, but did she care about knowing him? Not really.Â
But maybe he wouldâve been a good thing. If Haechan decided to go back to being friends with Zoya, she wouldâve visited his place, met his roommate, fell for him, and Hyejin could sleep at night without the lingering fear of Zoya stealing her boyfriend.Â
To be honest, Hyejin hated the word âstealingâ, people arenât objects, you canât steal them, but you can draw them to you, and if you know the power you have over them, maybe the wiser choice would be to leave them alone, especially if you already did it once and hurt them.Â
But even with that fantasy of setting the new boy up with Zoya, Hyejin still didnât remember that he was already home when she barged inside Haechanâs place as if it was her own.Â
âHoney!â The brown-haired screamed, closing the door with a loud bang as she pushed it close with her feet, âIâm home. Brought grocery.â
âOh, I thought it was just two of us, here.â A male voice echoed through the place. A tall man with dyed dark blonde hair was standing in front of her, dressed in casual clothes, with a rather surprised expression on his handsome face.Â
âShit!â She screamed, bags full of stuff almost falling to the ground if only the stranger didnât grab them promptly. When their eyes met, she could feel her heart throb in her chest, the eggs, God, the eggs, what if they broke anyway?Â
âAre you okay?â The man questioned, standing up, doing the favour of still keeping the bags in his arms that were surely stronger than hers.Â
She nodded, shaking her head and brushing her hair back while a look of panic still painted her face. âThe eggs.âÂ
âThe eggs?â His brows raised in perplexity as his head tilted to the side.Â
âYeah, can you see if the eggs broke? I wanted to make a cake and now no cake, and no ramen too with no eggs.âÂ
The blonde stared at her for a few seconds, studying her eyes and the nervous movements of her fingers before he coughed and shook his head. âIâm sure theyâre fine,â he voiced, walking to the kitchen followed by her.Â
âI think you crashed them,â she said, lightly jumping up and down on her tiptoes by his side, apprehensively waiting for him to find the containers with the eggs. Â
âI think you scare yourself too easily,â he commented with a hint of sarcasm in his husky voice. Â
âExcuse me?âÂ
The man chuckled, and a beautiful, breathtaking, smile appeared on his face. âDidnât you know I was coming? If you live here, you surely agreed to me moving in, right? You know about me?â He asked while his voice broke into a high-pitched tone full of worries with each question. Haechan couldnât be so damn dumb to donât warn his roommate, right?Â
âOh! Oh, shit, itâs you! Yeah, I know about you, you slipped my mind, Iâm sorry, but yeah, yeah,â she blurted out, running a hand in her hair before cupping her face. Why was she so forgetful? And why she couldnât avoid making a fool of herself for once? Â
âGreat,â he smiled, letting out a breath of relief before grinning at her antics. âAnd Iâll pay for the eggs if theyâre broken.âÂ
âNo, no, itâs fine,â Hyejin reassured, moving her hand in a dismissive move. âAnd I donât live here, by the way.âÂ
âOh,â he whispered while he was still intent on placing everything on the table to find the eggs and make sure they werenât crushed. âYou⌠donât?âÂ
âNo, Iâm Haechanâs girlfriend, I just grocery-shopped for me and, while I was there, I thought about doing it also for him.â She quirked a brow when she saw his reaction to her words. Was that a weird thing to do? It was just a nice gesture, and to her, it was pretty normal, just like ten thousand other things she would do in his place.Â
âYouâre niceâŚ?â He said, letting the phrase hang, waiting for her to fill him in about her name. Â
âHyejin,â she greeted with a bright smile that turned into a shy laugh when she realized they had been talking for so long and did everything but introduce each other. âYou?âÂ
âJaemin, Na Jaemin, for my friends Nana,â he greeted, his 32 teeth smile on his face again.Â
âNana, thatâs pretty,â she said. âSo, do you mind helping me?âÂ
Jaemin smiled and then nodded. âThe least I can do after I almost gave you a heart attack for your eggs.â

âWow, you already became friends,â Haechan exclaimed, entering the kitchen and seeing how close Hyejin and Jaemin were already, chatting about something he couldnât grasp.Â
âHe helped with the food. I passed by the mall and thought of you. You would die without me,â she finished jokingly, leaving Jaeminâs side to reach Haechan, and wrapping her arms around his shoulders before kissing him gently. âMissed you.âÂ
âIt was a tough week,â he whispered, pulling away from the kiss, and walking around the table to see what was left in the bags. âBought some things,â he joked.Â
âYou would starve without me,â she said. âDonât have to thank me, by the way.âÂ
Haechan rolled his eyes and grabbed a bag of his favourite biscuits before walking back to her. âThanks,â he said, doing pouty lips. âHow much do I owe you?âÂ
âI donât remember, we can settle it later. Or I could gift this to you, a welcome gift for the new boy,â Hyejin said, turning to Jaemin that was staring at them with an expression she couldnât name. But he only smiled before looking away when their eyes met.
âWhatever you prefer,â Haechan shrugged, bringing her attention back to him, âby the way, Iâm going to the skate park with Jeno, are you coming?âÂ
Her eyes darkened and a frown formed on her face. âBut, we were supposed to hang out?âÂ
âI know, babe, butâŚâ he sighed, âI forgot that I promised to him and Yangyang before I promised it to you.âÂ
She sighed but nodded without complaining further. âItâs fine, you had a long week with the moving in and then your job,â her lips curled in a smile and her hand lifted to caress his cheeks. âHave fun and donât hurt yourself like last time.âÂ
Haechan chuckled. âIt was a mistake and it was Yangyangâs fault.âÂ
She raised a brow and then laughed. âSure, whatever. Can we eat together, though?âÂ
âSure, Iâll be home before 7. If you want, I can grab something while coming back.âÂ
âNo, Iâll cook something.âÂ
âOkay, bye,â he said, waving to them and leaving the house.Â
When Haechan left, silence filled the room, and Hyejin wouldnât have found it nerve-wracking if it only wasnât for Jaeminâs persistent gaze on her.Â
âExcuse me, everything alright?â
Jaemin didnât comprehend she was talking to him right away and hesitated before answering in a mumble, âyeah, yeah, I was just⌠thinking.âÂ
âOh, you wanted to be alone?âÂ
âWhat?â He asked, brows furrowing. âNo, no, I canât kick you out of the house,â he said, words followed by a light laugh, ânot that I would. I have no reasons; you are so nice.âÂ
Hyejinâs eyes crinkled up and a small dimple poked her right cheek while a whispered thanks slurred from her lips. âYou were thinking about what? If you want to tell me.âÂ
âNo, itâs nothing,â he shrugged, leaning against the kitchen counter and watching as she moved around as if that was her place, cleaning up as if it was her duty, and sure, Jaemin knew nothing about them and their dynamics but something about everything felt off. Maybe it was the jet lag, or the Korean air after years of America, yes, it had to be that.Â
Her soft giggle brought him back to earth. âWhatâs so funny?âÂ
âYou,â she said. âAre you tired?âÂ
âDo I look that horrible?â
She shook her head while she folded the bags and then placed them under the sink, ready to be used again. âYou look shaken. Is your room already set up?âÂ
Jaemin shrugged. âPartially, the truck with most of my things got lost and I have no idea when I will have my piano, my guitar, and my bed.âÂ
She gasped, signalling him to follow her on the couch. âYour bed?âÂ
âYep, and while youâre here,â he coughed, âdid you and Hyuck have plans for a spicy night or can I sleep with him tonight?âÂ
Hyejin laughed and shook her head. âIâm sorry but thatâs hilarious.â
âMy tragedy itâs hilarious? I spent years giving that mattress my shape, if I donât get it by tomorrow, I will cry.âÂ
His voice and expression only made her laugh more, to the point of tears. âSorry, it was bad luck, but the good news is you can sleep with my boyfriend.âÂ
âGreat, I hope he stopped kicking with time.âÂ
She chuckled. âHe doesnât kick me when we sleep together.âÂ
âSo, youâre sure you wonât hate me? He already cancelled plans with you today.âÂ
âNo, donât worry, Iâm used to it,â she said light-heartedly but then her expression changed when she saw Jaeminâs furrowed eyes.Â
âYouâre used to it?âÂ
âYeah, you have no ideas how many times Haechan says we will do something and then forgets about it or changes it to something else like staying at home or⌠staying at home.âÂ
While her voice was light and playful, Jaemin didnât find it so funny but, once again, it had been years he had been with Haechan so maybe he was like this with everybody, maybe he simply changed and also she seemed fine with it, so who was he to judge?Â
âWhat about you? Iâve been friends with Hyuck since we were crawling, but I canât remember you.âÂ
âDo you know all his friends?âÂ
âMostly,â she said, bringing her knees to the couch and turning to the side to look at him better. Â
âI used to travel a lot, so probably thatâs why you donât know me. Also, I was his friend from his grandparentsâ town, thatâs where we met.âÂ
âOh, yeah, it makes sense,â she said. âAnd why are you here now?âÂ
âStudied in America and then decided to come back here to see if Korea had something magical for my future, weâll see if this will be the dumbest idea Iâve ever made or the best.âÂ
She chuckled, eyes softening. âAre you afraid?âÂ
Jaemin sighed, rubbing his neck. âArenât we all? Shouldnât we? Fear is not necessarily bad, right?âÂ
Hyejin hummed. âWell, Iâm not sure.âÂ
âWhat is it?âÂ
She chuckled nervously. âThe future.âÂ
âOh, if you look at it that way, it is scary.âÂ
âYeah, but I canât find a job. I mean I have a job, I work in a library and I managed to create a small book club every Tuesday with adults and another on Friday dedicated to little kids, but my art degree has led me nowhere. Iâm losing my passion for painting, I donât have time for painting, I feel like a failure because my parents warned me about it,â she sighed. âIâm sorry, shit, thatâs not what I wanted to show you of me.â Not even Haechan wanted to listen to her rant most of the time, why would a stranger be okay with it? Â
âNo, keep going,â he reassured her, touching her hand, stopping her nervous movements, and unconsciously rubbing his thumb on her palm. âI love listening.âÂ
She gulped, briefly looked at their hands and his eyes, and then went on. âI fear I wonât find my place in this world, and I know Iâm only 22 and I have time, but⌠everything spins around so fast, everyone seems better than you, at everything, and⌠it sucks.âÂ
Jaemin chuckled, âIt sucks.âÂ
âAre you making fun of me?â She huffed, pulling her hand away and crossing her arms.Â
âNo, I agree. It sucks. But Iâm not sure you want to listen to my talks against capitalism and its damages to people and the environment or other talks about economies and how humans are not made for this stressful, time-ticking life and how at this point itâs just surviving and not living, right?âÂ
A smile spread on her face, cheeks heating up. âMaybe one day, Iâd love to listen.âÂ
âOne day,â Jaemin smiled widely, perfect white teeth in view and eyes full of a hopeful warmth. âNow, any other fears?â
Haechan.Â
It lingered in her brain. All the fears about their future. How everything she dreamed of seemed to be secondary to him. How the future she pictured for them seemed so different from the drawing he had in mind. Incompatible. And somehow, they always found a way to never talk about it.Â
âNothing,â she whispered, swallowing the gulp in her chest. âJust that.âÂ
âGreat,â he beamed. âI can tell you one thing my grandma said to me, you have a place in this world, you just have to find it, but you have it, and one day, you will discover it, get comfortable in it, and youâll realize that everything you had to face had led you to the highest place in your life.âÂ
She swiftly wiped away a tear and smiled. âThanks, I will try to remember it when I have my lowest moment. Want to help me think about something for dinner?âÂ
âSure, I love cooking!âÂ
âReally? I love it too!âÂ
Hyejin had no idea if Jaemin wouldâve been a perfect match for Zoya, but for now, that thought didnât cross her mind, for now, it only looked like she couldâve found a new amazing friend, and that was something that had been missing for a while in her life.Â

âWhat do you mean boiled chicken with no seasoning?â Hyejin asked speechless, stirring the food in the pot while Jaemin finished setting the table.Â
âIâm not kidding, thatâs when I learnt to never accept invites at other peopleâs houses,â he laughed, but the thought of that dinner sent shivers down his spine.Â
âWell, youâll eat well here,â she promised.Â
âBecause you are the chef of the house?âÂ
She grinned, humming after tasting the food. âMost of the time.âÂ
âWait, do you live here?âÂ
She shook her head. âNope, but weâre both very busy and I try to spend more time as possible with him. And I love this made-up sense of domestic life I dream to have one day.âÂ
âAnd he never comes to your place?â Jaemin didnât want to pry, but since he arrived there, Haechan didnât talk about her as much as she talked about him. He wasnât even sure his friend told him he had a girlfriend. And in the last few hours, he got to see that she acted like a wife.Â
âNot as much as I am here, but if you donât want me around, we can ââÂ
âNo,â Jaemin stopped her instantly. âYou care about him⌠a lot, itâs nice.âÂ
Her face heated up and she looked away. âIs it so evident?âÂ
âMhh, yes?âÂ
âWhatâs so evident?â Another voice asked.Â
âHaechan!â She exclaimed, rushing to the kitchen door to hug him.Â
âBabe,â he groaned, pulling back, âIâm all sweaty.âÂ
âI donât care,â she said, hugging him anyway. âI missed you,â she pouted, cupping his face before bringing her lips to his.Â
âMissed you too,â he smiled, leaving a small peck on her lips before looking behind her to stare at the pots. âMhh, it smells delicious here, is it all from you?âÂ
She scoffed, flicking her ponytail in a bragging motion. âItâs always me.âÂ
âYeah, yeah, I know, without you Iâd be dead,â he laughed. âIâll go take a quick shower and then we can eat, alright?âÂ
âYes, weâll wait for you.âÂ
Jaemin coughed. âYou donât really come here every day to feed him?âÂ
âOh my god, why do you say it like that?â She laughed but Jaeminâs serious face made her stop another time. âIâm not a maid.âÂ
âI know, butâŚâÂ
âI just love cooking, and my roommates usually have different shifts, so they are home later than me, and Iâd rather eat with my boyfriend than alone.âÂ
Jaemin hummed, lips pressed together as he helped with the other two pots and brought them to the table.Â
âAre you sure youâre comfortable with me around?âÂ
âYes, I told you, I like you. I mean, I donât know you much but⌠I think we get alone, right? At least for now.âÂ
Hyejin nodded. âI like you too, but if anything makes you uncomfortable donât be afraid of talking to me.âÂ
âYes, sure.â Jaemin smiled warmly, grabbing even the last pan and setting it on the table before placing a hand on her shoulder. âBut I donât think youâll ever make me uncomfortable.âÂ

âJaem, itâs not possible you donât remember her. Come on, I had a fake phone with her photo on it and I used to always be on call with her, you thought I was crazy and I made her up,â Haechan said. It was mid-dinner, and after talks and talks, the topic focused on their childhood and how strange it was Hyejin and Jaemin didnât meet before when they were so close with Haechan.Â
âNow that I think about it, I remember him talking about you,â Jaemin said, pointing a finger at her. âHe really looked insane, and you seemed too perfect from his talks so I thought he made you up and that photo was cut out of a journal or something.âÂ
Hyejin laughed. âToo perfect? So you really loved me all along?âÂ
Haechan gulped, eyes dimming a bit of their happy light, but smile still pulled in a line. âI guess.â He wasnât sure it was love back then, not like what they shared now, at least. They were each otherâs half since the start, always there for each other, in the good and bad, and he truly wouldnât have survived without her, but when he found out how she loved him all along, he felt that what he always felt for her wasnât enough.Â
âWait, youâre not dating since forever?â Jaemin asked, bringing him back on earth, and making her blush brightly.Â
âWe were kids,â Haechan huffed, rolling his eyes.Â
âYeah, but youâve dating for a while, now, right? At least until high school, you used to talk about your girlfriend back then, you were head over heels just as you are now.â Jaemin hyped tone didnât meet the energy that fell in the room, time freezing and awkward fits of cough coming from Hyejinâs mouth.Â
âI wasnât dating her in high school⌠well, we started to date during the last year, but I donât think Iâve ever talked to you about her,â Haechan said awkwardly, and Jaeminâs face filled with sorrow.Â
âOh, Iâm⌠Iâm sorry, I just⌠I made assumptions and I made them wrong,â he tried to joke about it, hoping it would ease the tension, and it worked, making Hyejin giggle and tell him to not worry with a wave of the hand.Â
âItâs fine, our story is weird,â she explained, but her mind was going down a completely different path. She wasnât surprised hearing Haechan was head over heels for Zoya, she was there, witnessing it with her eyes, hearing him rant about how much he loved her. But it had to be a good thing that Jaemin thought Haechan shared the same love for her, too, right? If Haechan talked about her the same way he talked about Zoya, if he looked at her the same way, she was sure he loved her a lot.Â
Jaemin wanted to say something more but only limited himself to a fake smile and a nod of the head before hiding behind the glass of wine.Â
âWhat about you?â Hyejin asked, deciding it was better to change the topic and shine the light on him.Â
âAbout me or my dating life?â He asked, placing the glass down, and smiling at her.Â
âYour dating life, you look like a heartbreaker,â she joked, tucking a fallen strand of hair behind her ear.Â
Jaemin snickered, leaning back against the backrest of the chair. âIâm pretty lame actually. I think I break hearts because people fall for me and I rarely love them back.âÂ
Haechan scoffed. âIf only you werenât so damn hard to please.âÂ
âMe, hard to please? Have you taken a look in the mirror?â Jaemin retorted playfully.Â
âUh, uh, Iâve got her,â Haechan replied, indicating Hyejin with a nod of the head.Â
âIt sounds as if you two gave it a romantic shot and it didnât work out,â she said, trying to suppress the laugh but when they both turned to her glaring at her, she broke out laughing. âIâm sorry but why did it get so personal?âÂ
âBecause Iâm not hard to please, I like simple things,â Jaemin explained, shrugging. âAs long as Iâm with the one I love, Iâm happy.âÂ
Haechan rolled his eyes, sipping from his glass before leaning into her ear and whispering, âDonât believe him.âÂ
âUgh,â Jaemin gasped offended. âIf only I didnât respect our friendship Iâd tell her to put me on a test.âÂ
Hyejin shook her head, snickering. âYou two still act like children, trying to make it up for the lost years?âÂ
âIf he lies, Iâm afraid Iâll have to report it to the teacher,â Jaemin joked before poking his tongue out to Haechan.Â
âGod, you are unsufferable, I had forgotten about it.âÂ
âMaybe youâll find love here,â Hyejin said, cutting their bickerings, and bringing a hand under her chin.Â
âWho knows, life is unpredictable,â Jaemin smiled tenderly, playing with the shaft of the glass.Â
âI hope you will settle in here.â

After a month, Jaemin was more than settled in Seoul and in that house. It wasnât easy to get accustomed to a new life, find a job and meet new friends, but it wasnât even that hard.Â
Haechan was still the usual social butterfly he was back in time, and his friends were nice, so soon enough Jaemin started to hang out with them too. Life was pretty erratic, but at the same time, something felt cosy about everything when he came home after a long day at work.Â
At first, he thought it simply was the warm color of the living room, or the candles scattered on the shelves, or the smell of food that filled the place most of the nights when he returned home. But after two months, he understood that warm feeling was Hyejin.Â
At the start, he found it odd that she was at their place so much, it was even annoying because he had imagined having some time and space alone with his best friend after so many years of being away, but he couldnât hate her even if he tried.Â
Something wasnât quite right, though.Â
Jaemin had been studying them for a while; he wasnât a creep, and he truly didnât want to get in their personal business, but it was rather impossible when they were always in front of his eyes. Hyejin always made sure to pass by even for a quick hello and a kiss, rare were the days when she couldnât because she was too busy or too tired from work, and Jaemin had learned that on Friday they had their special night together, that consisted in having a different type of date. And if it was possible, during the weekend, it was as if she moved in with them.Â
But if he quickly drew a map of their relationship, he could also easily see all the things that jarred in the picture.Â
Hyejin truly was the light of the house, a warm presence, a reassuring hug. She was all over Haechan, and every time Jaemin stopped to stare at the way her eyes would look at Haechan, he could swear he had never seen a person more in love than her. If heart eyes were real, they would belong to her. He couldnât even not notice her lingering touches, her slim fingers looking for Haechanâs hands, almost shyly, as if for some reason she couldnât, as if that wasnât her place. Her fingertips would run on his hand, or his thighs, tracing patterns while she listened to him talk with a lost, in-love, smile on her face, or she would run them in his black hair, playing with it until Haechan glared at her for ruining his style.Â
But all that love seemed to meet a cold wall when Jaeminâs eyes landed on Haechan. He was sure his friend loved her too, Jaemin could hear the tender tone behind his âbabeâ and âhoneyâ, and how happy she was when he randomly gifted her something unexpected. For some reason, though, his love didnât seem just as strong. And sometimes Jaemin wondered if Haechan truly loved her or not.Â
He tried not to focus on it, it wasnât his problem, he probably shouldâve focused on finding somebody on his own instead of analysing his best friendâs relationship, but his brain couldnât help but run miles when they were in front of him.Â
Haechan started pushing her gentle touch away, stopping her with a colder tone when she brushed her hair and swiftly pulled away from the kiss. And Jaemin wouldnât have cared about it if only he didnât witness her eyes saddening with every rejection.Â
âDonât you think Haechan has been acting weird?â He dared to ask one day. They were alone at home since Haechan went out to buy some drinks. Jaemin wanted to mind his business and stay locked in his room, but when he went downstairs and saw her on the couch, he couldnât bite his tongue.Â
Hyejin lifted her gaze from the phone to him, a cute wrinkle forming on her forehead as she tried to understand what he meant by that. âWhat are you referring to?âÂ
Jaemin sighed, walking in fast steps to sit next to her. âDoesnât he seem more distant and cold?âÂ
âOh,â she whispered, locking her phone to let it drop at her side before turning to face him. âA bitâŚâÂ
âAnd⌠youâre fine with it?âÂ
âI mean, heâs probably just stressed because of work, heâs going insane over it, so I donât feel like blaming him. Why? Did he answer you badly? I know itâs not nice, but he tends to get easily triggered when heâs stressed.âÂ
Jaemin wanted to slap himself. Of course, he was just making things up in his brain, reading too much between the lines. It had been too long since he had been so close with Haechan and he didnât know him as much as Hyejin did. It had to be just stress. âNo, youâre right, he told me the new shifts are screwing him and the boss is making him go through hell, Iâm just⌠dumb.âÂ
âBut why? If he said something to you, I can talk to him.âÂ
âNo, no,â Jaemin reassured her, trying to comfort her with a smile. âIt wasnât about me.âÂ
Hyejin smiled. âWait, you were worried about me?âÂ
Jaeminâs eyes widened and she chuckled at his expression. âI wasnât worried,â he stopped her immediately, âitâs just that⌠you, oh, never mind, heâs just stressed anyway, you donât need to hear my useless rants about imaginary stuff.âÂ
She laughed. âOkay, fine, I wonât torture you. But I think thatâs a sign you havenât found anybody if youâre so worried about me.âÂ
He pressed his lips together, sighing undefeated. âI donât know if I want to add a relationship to the mix of moving to another country and starting a new job and obsessing over my best friend not treating my half-roommate like a princess even when his brain is fried.âÂ
Hyejin chuckled, playfully hitting his shoulder. âLetâs change the obsessing over my boyfriend and me with having time for a relationship?â She teased, placing her hands on his shoulders and batting her eyes at him.Â
âWhy does it sound like youâre trying to set me up with someone?âÂ
âBecause I am,â she replied resolutely.Â
Jaemin rolled his eyes. âFine, but just because itâs you.âÂ

âI told Jaemin about Zoya,â Hyejin whispered, hot breath hitting Haechanâs chest, covered in the t-shirt he used as pyjamas as they laid in bed.Â
âYou did what?â He asked, looking down at her, not able to hide the shock behind his voice and eyes.Â
âI didnât murder anybody, I told him he could meet Zoya,â she explained, not getting his reaction.Â
âI know but she will get him killed,â he said. âThey will never match.âÂ
âYou donât know. Jaeminâs sweet and Zoyaâs a nice girl, so, why not?âÂ
Haechan chuckled. âOh, so you compliment her sometimes?âÂ
âShut up, Iâve never said a bad thing about her.âÂ
Haechan raised a brow, silently questioning her words.Â
âFine, maybe I did, but only when she broke your heart,â our hearts, âand I just called her out for the things she did to you, never went past that. And when she doesnât break my boyfriendâs heart, she is nice.âÂ
He chuckled, shaking his head before leaving a peck on her forehead. âYouâre cute when you get riled up, but try to keep it down. Come here,â he ordered, pulling her closer to start a heated kiss, surely not with the intention of turning it into hands roaming on skin and whimpers filling the room.Â
âWe canât⌠Jaemin,â Hyejin whispered against his lips when he rolled her over to make her lay on the mattress.Â
âWeâll keep quiet,â Haechan reassured her, leaving one last kiss before he started removing her clothes, right before his met the same fate.Â
âYouâre so pretty, you know?âÂ
She hummed, watching as he leaned down to kiss her bare breast before his lips reached her nipples to suck on them. She pushed down a moan while her nails scratched the bedsheets. âCan I make it up for making you mad?âÂ
âYou didnât make me mad, but Iâll pretend to be very offended by what you say, so yes, make it up,â she joked, making him smile.Â
Haechan moved down until he reached between her legs and then leaned in, breath hitting her pussy, already sending shivers down her spine. Haechan didnât add other words, he never did, only started leaving kisses on her inner thigh and slowly dragged his mouth closer to her centre.Â
âPlease, donât tease me,â she huffed.Â
âIâm not teasing, Iâm taking care of you,â he retorted, going on with his soft touches. âJust relax, it was a stressful day, wasnât it?âÂ
âYeah.âÂ
âGood, so let me take the stress away.â While his lips kept kissing her skin, his hands moved up to touch her body, smiling as he felt her tremble under him, and when enough time passed, he felt like starting to take care of her like she wanted. His tongue laid flat on her pussy, wetting it before he started concentrating on the clit. Haechan was thoughtful and methodical, always following his usual pattern of long strokes of his tongue followed by careful sucks on her clit. And, when he felt generous enough, he even added a finger, just like now.Â
âHaechan,â she breathed out, voice shaky as her head rolled back, and fire rushed in her veins.
âFeels good, doesnât it?â He hummed against her, staring at her, only seeing her boobs raising fast, and part of her neck.Â
âSo good.âÂ
ââS good? Then come all over my tongue,â he encouraged in a low groan, quickening his movements while his hands moved to cup her thighs and spread her more. âShow me how good I make you feel, baby, come on.âÂ
And it took nothing for her to come, shaking like a leaf while her legs closed around his head, as he never stopped his movements, teasing his tongue inside before going back at her throbbing clit to suck it.Â
âMhh, fuck,â she moaned, feeling breathless when he pulled away, the high slowing down. âWant you.âÂ
âNot caring about Jaemin anymore?âÂ
âI can keep silent,â she pouted, grabbing him to push him close to her.Â
Haechan chuckled and then moved her up on the bed to fix her better before he aligned his hips to hers. âWant you so badly, since heâs around we stopped fucking like rabbits.âÂ
âHaechan! Youâre so vulgar.âÂ
âBut we were used to it, you canât deny,â he said, kissing her neck.Â
âNever denied, there are ways and ways to say things.âÂ
âMhh, can I be inside you or is it vulgar?âÂ
âJust fuck me, please.âÂ
âBoo, vulgar.âÂ
âHae â shit,â she cursed when he pushed in, hands reaching his shoulders for support while her legs wrapped around his waist.Â
Haechan chuckled, starting to thrust his hips into her. âIâm not going anywhere.â
A moan rolled from her mouth, eyes parting to stare at him. A cute furrow on his forehead while his eyes stared at her face. âYouâre beautiful, you know?â
She didnât reply, only smiled widely before turning her face to the side to hide the blush on her face. But Haechan placed two fingers under her chin and moved her face again, kissing her softly.Â
She felt all the stress of the long day leave her body as the pleasure incremented with every snap of his hips, not hard but rhythmic enough to push her closer to her climax.Â
âHyuck,â she whimpered, nails digging into his back, dragging a hiss out of his mouth.Â
âYes, babe? Are you close?â
She hummed, eyes squeezing shut as she felt the orgasm approach. She never had anybody but him, but she was sure nobody else would ever be able to read her like he could. She wished she wouldnât ever have to feel other hands on her skin, or lips on her body because only his could feel this right. And now that his lips were gently teasing one of her nipples, while his hand was between her leg to stimulate her clit, and he whispered praises right against her ear, she truly felt like nobody else could get her.Â
âFuck, you feel too good,â he moaned, lips leaving her sensitive bud so that his face could drop in the crook of her neck. âCome with me.â
She hummed, sounds muffled into her mouth as she kept her lower lip trapped between her teeth to donât be too loud. This time the pleasure rushed over her with more force as her hips raised from the mattress to rut against his and chase the high. Haechan had this tendency of being a bit too loud when he came, so she was quick at trapping his lips on her, and kissing him throughout the orgasm, muffling his whimpers and moans, mixing them with hers.Â
âFuck,â he exhaled after a minute, pulling out of her and collapsing to the side. âLook at you,â he whispered, laying on his side while he caressed her hair, pushing it back on her forehead, leaning in to kiss her cheek. âyou always look so hot after sex.â
She chuckled, shifting to hide against his chest. âShut up, I look like a mess.â
âA mess I made, so youâre hot,â Haechan said, pulling her closer. âShower? Then I could use a snack, you know?â
Hyejin rolled her eyes jokingly, âYou already had one.â

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Yeess more jaemin angst
backburner [01]
PAIRING. jaemin x reader
CATEGORY. mini smau, angst, college au, hurt/no comfort
WARNINGS. language, jaemin might be a red flag, reader is too nice, angsty
SYNOPSIS. you know that it's sad that you settle for the backburner.
NOTE. nothing says happy birthday like writing an angsty smau for your bias (i love him, i swear đ) there are a bunch of timeskips in between scenes, i hope it's not too confusing, but u can ignore most of the timestamps. the only important ones are the ones in jaemin and reader's conversations. iâll try posting part 2 tomorrow! enjoy đĽšđŤśđź
part 1 | part 2 | part 3
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NOTE. i also made a playlist for this au 𼚠lmk what u guys think so far!
TAGLIST. @radiorenjun @bluejaem @pink-but-rosie @renjun-pretty @holdinbacksecrets @rynshyuckies @jelllyjae @jenyongcas @whyisquill @beemarkie @morkxlee @hibuki-chan @moonwalkun @lyyhyuck @baekhyunstruly @lilacdreams-00 @ridinhyuck @archivedmkl @najaeminluvbot @jiye0n0 @rensiu @morkleetrash @neo444 @hrjchive @keemburley @soobin-chois @yiz-yo @juune04 @nctasdfghj @hyckio @studywoo @jun5ui @smolpeyy @mahae66 @kkotjia @yoonhanzjaem @goldryush @en-boys @stopeatread @hibernatinghamster @shwizhies @zgzgzh @bbymatz @eyantice @w0nderr @dinonuguaegi
I miss this story so much đđđ haera you live in my mind rent free also was waiting for mark's story...

heart canât lose.
â itâs hard to admit that iâm in love with you.
PAIRING. lee haechan x fem!oc
CATEGORY. social media au, fluff, angst, kind of strangers to friends to lovers, college au, pre-med!haechan, student council president!haechan, education major!ocÂ
WARNINGS. lots of swearing, alcohol consumption, may have sexual/death/murder jokes (because theyâre all college students), will add more as the story goes on!
SUMMARY. fourth year pre-med student and neo university student council president, haechan lee does not have the time for relationships. instead, he focuses his attention on his studies and extracurriculars, so as not to disappoint his parents. that is until hera seo came alongâand everyone starts to wonder if the universityâs golden boy would finally let his heart lose.
NOTE. this is the first part/story of the episode series! ignore timestamps unless stated otherwise!
STATUS. on going! (slow updates!)
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Oh my God i need a teen/uni love story even if I'm not that age anymore
what the puck!

pairing: hockey player!donghyuck x reader
genre: fluff, slight angst, a crackfic turned way too serious lmao
word count:Â 11.6k
synopsis:Â you hit the universityâs star hockey player with your car. shenanigans (and maybe even a little romance) ensue.Â
authorâs note: sorry i came back after almost an entire year and dropped this instead of anything people actually asked for teehee đ also i know nothing about hockey so none of the sports stuff makes sense pls kindly ignore <3 big shoutout to miss cat and moon for coming up with the only good parts of this ficÂ
warning(s):Â brief descriptions of injuriesÂ
playlist:Â and july (feat. dean and dj friz) by heize â mixtape 2003 by the academic â chit chat by beach weather â 1983 by neon trees â fearless by taylor swift

part i. lee taemin once said his ideal meet-cute is a girl running him over with her car <3
First off, to set the record straightâ
You are not a bad driver.
There just so happened to be a bad thunderstorm, and your windshield wipers happened to malfunction, and you happened to lightly tap someone with the front of your beat-up Toyota Prius. Honestly, the person probably did more damage to your car thatâs one airbag deployment away from spontaneous combustion than the car could ever do to him.Â
However, for some reason, the blurry figure that you can barely make out through the onslaught of rainfall doesnât seem to be getting up off the ground.Â
Hurriedly putting your car in park, you clamber out in a panic as water pelts you in the face like one of those super strong hoses set on sprinkler mode. Without even asking if the person is okay, you lift him up by the shoulders and shake him violently.Â
âOh my God, please donât die! I literally canât afford to pay for someoneâs funeral right now,â you wail.Â
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Groceries are Overrated ⣠ldh
⣠pairing: supermarket worker!haechan x customer!reader
⣠genre: fluff, strangers-to-lovers?, sorta slice-of-life
⣠wc: 5.6k
⣠summary: After multiple encounters, you develop a crush on the boy working at your local supermarket. And who knows? Maybe the feeling is mutual.
⣠warnings?: nothing too bad I think!, mentions of hyuck breaking his pinky finger LMAO, jokes of plans to stalk/kidnap (false accusations)
⣠an: uhhhh tell me how I made an entire fic thatâs set in a mf grocery store (Ëśx   xËś);; it genuinely was only supposed to be like 2k or less,, this is how u know that I romanticize EVERYTHING (sigh imagine how easy life would be if situations like these existed)
⣠taglist: @flowerjun @mosviqu

Your roommate, Karina, had the knack of sending you out to the grocery store against your will. In fact, you couldn't even recall how many times it had occurred in the last month. It feels like youâve dropped by the store every day on the way home and youâre beginning to think that the employees believe youâre crazy.
But, in all honesty, you couldnât blame her. After all, no one could resist the taste of your cooking and baking.
So here you were, moving up and down the seemingly endless aisles of the store on a mission to locate cream of tartar for your meringue cookies.Â
It was odd because youâd usually find the powder alongside the sugars and spices in a bag or container like salt and pepper. Today, it was nowhere to be found, not even the price tag stuck to the shelves that indicated that it was there, just not in stock.
You sigh and slowly make your way down the aisles, laying your eye on every single item sitting on the shelves. Other customers looked at you like you were crazy, occasionally stretching your neck or lowering yourself into a squatting position just to view the bottom shelves. But at this point, you honestly could not give two shits if you looked looney.
âDid you lose something?â A pair of feet appear in front of you in the middle of your squat. You freeze and look up to see an employee looking down at you. He looks like heâs trying not to laugh, âIâve seen you go up and down the store like⌠a lot of times.âÂ
Your eyes widen and laugh sheepishly. Standing up, you shake your head, âUm, actually I was looking for the cream of tartar! I canât⌠seem to find it.â
âIn the cereal section?âÂ
Now that youâre up and standing, you get a better look of the worker in front of you and you recognize him as one of the newer employees of the store. You can only say this with full confidence because youâve been acquainted with a majority of the staff and most, if not, all were older than forty. This employee, you would say, was around your age. You take a quick glance at his name tag and read it.Â
Donghyuck.
âYou never know!â You laugh again, this time wishing that the ground would just swallow you whole before the (actually really cute) boy could reply to you. How could you embarrass yourself like this?
Donghyuck lets out a short snort, âItâs in aisle six, you know, with the sugars and spices?âÂ
It takes you a second to realize that youâre currently in aisle 23. âI looked! I swear it wasnât there!â
He grins, âThen let me take you.âÂ
The boy begins walking away from you and you trail not too far behind him. If Donghyuck miraculously brings you to the cream of tartar, youâre going to think that the universe is against you.
He walks about three paces in front of you, strides slightly longer than yours. Although you both did not know each other, you found it a bit awkward walking in silence. âJust a random thought but are you a new worker here?â
Donghyuck slows down and turns to look at you, playing off of your question, âWhat are you, the owner of this place?âÂ
âNo,â You shake your head and laugh, âI just know a lot of the employees here because I go here a lot.âÂ
âAh, makes sense,â Donghyuck hums, âI just started working here last week. My grandma works here and I needed extra money so she got me this job.âÂ
You make a sound of acknowledgment. This time, you decide to joke, âOhhh, so youâre a nepo baby! So what do you do? Roam the aisles?âÂ
He gives you a look, but itâs quickly wiped off of his face when he goes to answer you, âI sorta do everything, so if you do go here a lot, youâll be seeing me everywhereâah, here we are.â Donghyuck shuffles over to the rows of spices and uses his finger to follow his place.Â
âSee, itâs notââ
âFound it!â Donghyuck bends down and snatches a bag of cream of tartar. Then, he turns to hand it over to you, the corners of his lips sitting high on his cheeks.Â
âThanks,â you say, unsure of how to end the interaction.
âYouâre welcome,â Donghyuck nods, âWell, it was nice meeting you, loyal customer, but I have to go back to whatever I was doing. Iâll see you around!â Before you even get to bid him goodbye, Donghyuck spins on the balls of his feet and starts making his way back to the last aisles.
Youâre left thinking how you actually hope to see more of him.
ââ ââ â
Itâs once in a blue moon that you go to the grocery store for a reason other than ingredients and food. Today, youâre set on finding a plant or two to liven up your apartment. The only problem was you genuinely did not know what plant best suited you and Karina.
You have your phone out, searching up the plant names you can barely read from the name tags. Being that you were in the garden centre of the store, the sun was beating down against your forehead and youâre really wishing that you can find some plants and leave so you can get back to your air-conditioned home.Â
Your goal was to find a plant that could thrive without direct sunlight, given that your apartment didnât receive sunlight all day, and one that might be a bit neglected due to yours and Karinaâs busy schedules.
Francee Hosta. You read, a flowering perennial plant. Lavender blooms in the late Summer. Grows tall, 28 inches. Great for landscaping and can fill empty space well. Best in part to full shade.
âGood competitor,â you say under your breath. Mentally, you put a star on the plant and move on, hoping to gather as many options as you can. Youâre not even halfway down the entirety of the garden centre so youâre fully confident that youâll find one, but you just wish that it was actually easier finding the plant you wanted.
You move on, positioning yourself right beside the next plant you intend to research. It resembled a small aloe vera, only each âleafâ was adorned with white stripes. From where you stood, the plant's name tag remained frustratingly out of sight, perched on top of the high racks.Â
Letting out a frustrated groan, you stretch yourself as much as you can, reaching for the plant. Balancing on your tippy toes, you strain to touch the pot's glass edge, but it remains just out of your fingertips' reach.Â
Before you can fully process the situation, a hand swiftly reaches for the same pot, snatching it away from you, âA zebra plant?â
Falling back on your heels, you turn to find Donghyuck holding the small plant in his hands, âOut of all the plants here, you want a zebra plant?â He holds it out for you to take, which you only do because youâre thrown off by his sudden appearance.
You completely ignore his question and ask him one of your own, âYou again?âÂ
âLike I said, I do a bit of everything,â Donghyuck shrugs, âWait, but I work here, I should be asking you that question.âÂ
âIâm trying to look for like two houseplants,â you say, âWhatâs the problem with zebra plants?â You frown at the poor plant in front of you, getting attacked for absolutely no reason.
âNothing, thereâs just way better ones than it,â Donghyuck snickers.Â
You frown, âWell, since you seem to know more about plants than me, can you help me?â You turn to place the plant back. But when Donghyuck notices this, he quickly takes it out of your hands and places it back onto its spot.Â
âOf course, of course,â he smiles. And just like a few days before, he starts leading you down the garden centre, eyeing the plants, âWell, what sort of plant are you looking for?â
You explain everything to him, âBut I think I prefer smaller plants since my place has limited space.âÂ
He hums and files through his limited knowledge of plants, âI actually donât know.â
âI thought you knew things about plants!â Your blink at him, mouth agape, âWhy did you even ask me what I was looking for if you didnât know what I was even talking about?â
Donghyuck rolls his eyes, âI do but because of the tags.â He reaches over and plucks out the name tags youâve been using to do research on. Then he flips it around revealing a bulleted list of the plantâs features, âI was going to help you look for one.âÂ
How the hell did you not see the list in the first place?
âWhat the fuck,â you say, âThatâs been there this whole time?â
âYouâre telling me you havenât been using these to pick the plants out!?â Donghyuck sucks his teeth and shakes his head as if he was disappointed in you.Â
You defend yourself, huffing, âTo be fair theyâre not as visible as they should be.â
Donghyuck hums, âThe more you know. How âbout I start over there and you continue from where I found you and we meet in the middle?â
You nod, âSounds good to me.â
The two of you take about half an hour looking for plants, taking the job more seriously than it actually was. You could already predict that one out of the two plants may possibly be dead in two weeks, but itâs the thought that counts.Â
âOkay,â Donghyuck approaches you with a plant in hand. Its leaves spill out of the pot, connected to the long, growing stems, âI think this one would be pretty. Itâs one of those plants you can hang from the ceilings and it matches what youâre looking for.âÂ
You take the plant from him and hold it up, taking in its appearance, âI actually like it. Iâll take this one.âÂ
He nods and takes it back, âDid you find one?âÂ
You nod, too, showing him the plant you had chosen but sat on a nearby platform, âIt looks like an average plant but it should do. Thanks for the help by the way.â
âItâs no problem,â Donghyuck shrugs, âThis is the most boring position yet.â
The two of you start walking toward the entrance back into the actual store, passing by other customers, âReally? How many other positions have you worked?â
âThis and the one from the other day,â Donghyuck snorts.
Youâre genuinely surprised with how well you and Donghyuck can converse despite only meeting once before this. But you like to think itâs a skill you picked up from speaking to the other workers, âYouâre kidding.â
âIâm really not,â he shakes his head, âBoring-est so far.âÂ
Once you two reach the entrance, he halts, âIâll see you around?â Donghyuck realizes heâs still holding one of your plants and he gingerly hands it over to you.Â
âYou know it.â
ââ ââ â
Karinaâs grip around your wrist is so tight that you feel the circulation failing to reach your fingertips. Sheâs dragging you down the sidewalk, walking at pace way too fast from your usual, âI promise you Iâll be quick. You can just sit at those benches at the front if you want.â
You groan, taking into account the fact that Karinaâs begged one too many times to go to the grocery store with her, âFine. But if you take longer than ten minutes, Iâm leaving.â You canât say no to your best friend completely, not when you know that her time of monthâs coming up and she needs to stock up for her cravings and toiletries.Â
âWait, no! I need you to help me carry stuff,â Karina pouts. You both reach the front entrance and now sheâs stopped, not ready to go in until sheâs satisfied with a plan.Â
You sigh, but in a loving way, almost as if you were a mom giving in to her kidâs wants, âFine. Iâll wait for you.â
She lights up and claps, âGreat! Okay you can sit and just wait until Iâm about to go for cash.â
You nod, watching her jog in and leaving you to dawdle in not long after.Â
âHello! Good afternoon!â
It was almost a jumpscare hearing that voice, not expecting it to be the first thing you would encounter walking in. Usually the greeter was an older man who was working part-time despite retiring from his old job, but today, it was the very same boy youâve run into during your two previous visits.
âA greeter?â You snort.Â
Donghyuck puts his arms up in defense, âI told you I did everything.â
âYeah but I didnât think greeter would be part of that list.â Suddenly, you forget about your desire to sit at the metal bench by the bathrooms.
âMe neither, but here I am,â he shrugs, âWhat are you doing here?â The question was odd because itâs one you wouldnât normally ask customers at a supermarket, but Donghyuck thinks itâs perfectly okay to ask you the question because it was your third time that week going to the store.
âMy roommate needs things,â you say simply, âIs this position better than the plants?â
âI get to stand here and do basically nothing,â Donghyuck nods, eyes widening, âI get why Mr. June likes it.âÂ
âWhere is he anyway?â You question.
Shrugging, Donghyuck leans against the high counter he was standing behind, âPersonal day or something? Iâm not too sure.âÂ
You hum, âWell at least heâs getting the break he needs.â
Thereâs a brief silence before Donghyuck gasps, brows escalating to the top of his forehead, âI just remembered!â
âRemembered what?â You donât recall anything that you and Donghyuck have spoken about.Â
âThis is⌠weird? But Iâve never asked you for your name,â Donghyuck points out. Itâs just now that you realized that he actually hasnât asked for your name. You both just started speaking to each other as if you knew each other, so introducing yourself never even crossed your mind, âI mean⌠I think you know mine because of my name tag, but I donât know yours.â
You narrow your eyes at him, âWhat if this is some ploy for you to stalk me?â You playfully take a step back and eye him down, âAnd what if your name isnât really Donghyuck?â
âIâm not gonna stalk you,â Donghyuck he whines, âAnd my name really is Donghyuck! You can ask my grandma!â
You let out a laugh and sigh, âI know, I was joking. My nameâs Y/N.âÂ
Before Donghyuck can process everything, he gasps, âAre you the Y/N grandma talks about?â He brings his hand up to his head and runs his hand through his hair, âThe Y/N that had to bake for practically an entire village of people?â
âSo your Grandma is Mrs. Lee?â You donât know if itâs a good or bad thing that your heart warms up at the fact that Donghyuck was related to Mrs. Lee, who was probably the sweetest lady youâve ever met.Â
You think it was good because Donghyuck seemed to be close to his grandma, enough for her to get him a job and enough for him to know stories from workâit could really reflect the kind of person Donghyuck was. But now, thinking it through, it could be bad because there was no way you were developing a small crush on a boy youâve only met twice before today.Â
âThatâs her,â He nods and allows for a child-like smile to surface on his face, âSheâs the best right?â
You almost let out an audible âawwâ because of the way you can tell that he was probably a grandmaâs boy. You nod, âShe is. I shouldâve put two and two together.â
His head tilts to the side, âWhat do you mean?â
âWhen sheâs on cash, she talks about her grandson being a ray of sunshine,â you say. For some reason you suddenly feel shy as you speak to Donghyuck, âShe says âI just know Hyuckie is going to be such a great man one day!â I donât know why it didnât click that Hyuckie comes from Donghyuck.âÂ
Donghyuck blushes at the nickname, attempting to use his bangs to hide, âSo she talks about me too?â You nod. âI donât know if thatâs good or bad.â
âShe hasnât said anything super embarrassing,â you tease, âThe worst one was probably how you were in a rush to get home after an exam just to play video games and you cried cause you broke you broke your pinky. I found it funny but it wasnât too bad.âÂ
Donghyuckâs jaw drops in the slightest, âShe told you about that?âÂ
You nod and giggle, âCan I see your pinky?â
âSorry I donât usually show it on first dates,â Donghyuck peeks at you at the corner of his eyes and smirks.Â
You facepalm, âThat sounds so wrong.â You want to laugh but you hold it back, not wanting to give Donghyuck the satisfaction.
âLee Donghyuck, are you doing your job?â From your right, the voice of Mrs. Lee calls out to her grandson, a delightful blend of playfulness and a touch of seriousness.Â
Following the direction, you greet Mrs. Lee with a bow, waving at her before turning back to Donghyuck with hands to your hips, âYeah, Donghyuck, are you doing your job?â
âY/Nâs distracting me!â He responds in a childlike manner, and Mrs. Lee simply shakes her head in response, a faint smile gracing her lips. As she turns away, you spot Karina waddling down from a cash register with four bags filled to the brim with different things.Â
âY/N!â She calls. She uses her head to gesture to the bags. By this time, sheâs standing by the exit, setting two bags down at her feet for you to carry.Â
âI have to go,â you say to Donghyuck, âIâll probably see you the next time I come here, right?â
He nods, âItâs likely.â
âWell, see you Donghyuck!â you turn and wave, âOr should I say, Hyuckie.â
Rolling his eyes, he waves back before quickly flipping you off, but instead of his middle finger, itâs his pinky. You respond with a good-natured shake of your head, gathering the bags in front of you. With a nod to Karina, the two of you make your way out, leaving the lighthearted scene behind.Â
âBye, Y/N.âÂ
Itâs good to finally have a name to your face.
ââ ââ â
True to Karinaâs suspicions, her period started the day after her cravings.Â
And when Karina gets her period, she gets sick. And when she gets sick, you take this as your cue to go to the grocery store to gather ingredients for the special stomach-hugging soup your mom taught you to cook growing up. It was something that you both looked forward to every month despite Karina not being at her best condition.
The produce today wasnât up to par as it usually was. All were stacked rather messily, making it difficult for you to filter through the veggies. Youâre only surprised because in the amount of times youâve gone to the supermarket, there has not been one day that it organized this poorly.Â
âThis is like your⌠fourth time in the last ten days or something?â The voice sounds from behind you, âJust tell me you miss me and go.âÂ
You turn to see Donghyuck with a cart of banana-filled boxes and it all suddenly makes sense to you, âWhy would I miss you?â You turn your attention back to the bok choy sitting to your right and rummage through the pre-filled bags.
âIt happens more than you think,â he shrugs, âReason this time?â
You find a bag that seems pretty good and you plop it into your basket, âMy roommateâs sick so Iâm making her soup.âÂ
âMmm,â Donghyuck hums, âThe weather lately has been making me crave hot pot, so soup sounds so good right now.â
âNow youâre making me crave it,â You feel your mouth water at the thought of hot pot on this cool, rainy afternoon and sigh, âBut I think my soupâs better than hot pot. Any. Day.â
He scoffs, âI donât believe you. Nothing can beat hot pot nowadays. Not even kimchi jjigae.â Donghyuck pushes and pulls at the banana cart as if it were a baby in a stroller, âThank you.â
Your brows furrow, âFor what?â
âNow I know what Iâm eating for dinner later.â His grin forms a taut line, âHot pot.âÂ
You begin making your way to the potatoes, grabbing those thin plastic bags on the way. To your surprise, Donghyuck follows you. You look at him, âAre you sure you arenât the one who misses me?â âYou wish,â he laughs, âI just need to stand still just for one minute at least. Produce clerk has to be the worst. But I do like talking to you.â Donghyuck shifts back and forth on his feet, âAnyway, what is this soup youâre making?â âSee you do miss me!â You pick out three decently-sized potatoes and gently drop them into your bag, âItâs a family recipe and it doesnât really have a name to it. We just call it stomach-hugging soup.â
âThereâs a clear difference between me missing you and me liking talking to you,â Donghyuck grumbles, âWe barely know each other but itâs just so easy talking to you. Thatâs why.â The way he nonchalantly says this takes you aback but you try to play it off, this time moving on to some nearby taro roots.Â
âWhatever you say, Hyuckie,â you retort. Though he was right. Itâs never been this easy for you to talk to someone, better yet, a boy.Â
âHey! That nickname is reserved for special people only!âÂ
âIâm a special person, arenât I?â you joke, but quickly wave it off, âDonât worry, I wonât call you that if you donât want me to.âÂ
Repeating your steps from both the bok choy and the potatoes, Donghyuck watches you quietly with a smile thatâs so gentle that it would lull a newborn to sleep. You donât notice this, though, because your mind is distracted by how ungodly big the taro roots are.
âI need to⌠get back to stacking these bananas but,â Donghycuk gulps, âIt would be cool if I could taste this special soup one day.â
You turn to him, and smile, eyes bright at the idea, âOf course. One day.â
He waves and saunters down toward the front of the produce section.
Once heâs gone, you try to make sense as to what Donghyuck was trying to imply. Friends outside of this weird new relationship you both have? Something more than that? Youâre not too sure of anything and there was no way you were jumping to conclusions.
Before your thoughts start to eat at you, you shake your head to rid of them all, and along with it, the idea of the small lingering crush (thatâs truly starting to develop) on this boy.
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It isnât until one week later that you return to the supermarket. The reason this time was that you and Karina were truly out of groceries for once (which honestly was not surprising).Â
It would be a terrible lie if you said you hadnât thought of Donghyuck at least once within the last week, wondering how he was doing while constantly being put into different positions at work. You hoped that he wasnât put onto the floor as a produce clerk like he had been the last time you saw him, both for his sake and for the sake of the store.Â
It was late at night when you finally found the time to visit the store, much later than your usual trips. By this hour, the store had bid farewell to the bustling moms and their screaming children, leaving only adults who had dropped by after school or work, much like yourself.
It would also be a terrible lie if you said you werenât wondering if Donghyuck was here today.Â
You grab a rolling basket on the way in, greeting Mr. June when you pass him at the front. You go down the store aisle by aisle while grabbing everything youâve listed down in your mental list. Occasionally, you brought your phone out to look if youâve missed any of Karina needed, a screenshot of her text appearing last in your photos.Â
You spend an hour or two going through the list, part of which was you comparing two different products to see which one would help you save money.Â
Your third terrible lie of the night would be if you said you werenât jerking your head toward any other person who entered the aisle hoping it would be Donghyuck.Â
It was so stupid because this very boy only found out what your name was not too long ago. Youâve only met this boy four other times. And you barely knew anything about him except for the small tidbits you picked up through conversations with him or with Mrs. Lee.Â
And this leads you to your fourth (and hopefully, last) terrible lie of the nightâthat you werenât disappointed when you didnât run into Donghyuck during your time at the store.Â
You sigh as you load your things onto the conveyor belt, sorting them with pairs or other like things so it would be easier for you to carry everything. In your head, youâre already planning out how you were supposed to carry everything on your own. Youâve done it before, so you can (while harnessing the power of the universe) do it again.Â
âThis is a lot of stuff.â
You freeze at the voice and you finally look up, finding that Donghyuck was, in fact, your cashier.Â
He immediately reads the shock in your facial expression and snorts, âEverything, remember? Howâs your night doing?â Donghyuck starts scanning your items, sliding them from one side to the other.
You shrug, âTiring⌠Do your shifts usually go âtil this hour?âÂ
Donghyuck shakes his head, âNot typically, but Iâm filling in for someone today. One of the other employees got sick so I stepped up like the good person I am.â He flashes a proud expression, and you can't help but chuckle at his confidence, âAnyways, where do you live?â
âWhat?â you laugh nervously, âI swear you suck at hiding your intentions of stalking me.âÂ
Donghyuck quickly takes back his question, realizing that he worded it all wrong and it being taken out of context was not good look at all. âNo no! Itâs not that, butâŚâ How can he put this in a non-stalkery way? âMy shift is almost done⌠you have a lot of things to carry⌠I would like to walk you home?â He cringes at the way it comes out as a question but itâs too late now.Â
âOkay, if youâre not going to stalk me,â you think, âWhat if you kidnap me?â
"I promise, no kidnapping plans here," Donghyuck replies with a playful grin. "I'm a certified good guy, I swear!" Unbeknownst to you, he intentionally slows down his scanning, making sure that he has more time to chat with you (just in case you didnât agree to his proposal). It's been a week since he last saw you, and this supermarket seems to be the only place where you both get a chance to talk. Besides, there was no one else in line.
Thereâs this very feeling in your chest thatâs practically yelling at you to trust him, so you do, âItâs about two blocks down. Itâs not too far, itâs a good eight minute walk.â
âIâll meet you at the front then?âÂ
Not even ten minutes later, Donghyuck meets you right where he suggested. He isnât wearing the vest the employees wore as uniforms. Instead, heâs thrown on a dark hoodie. He picks up your bags, âLet me take those for you~âÂ
âDidnât see you coming,â you say, âI can carry one, you know.â You can't deny feeling a hint of nervousness. This marked the first time you were going to interact with Donghyuck beyond the supermarket setting. It's hard not to wonder if your dynamic is shifting from a mere employee-customer relationship to something more meaningfulâeven if it was just a friendship.
âItâs okay, I insist,â Donghyuck smiles, âLetâs go! Lead the way.â
You stand up and you lead him out the door. You begin taking your route home and Donghyuck quickens his steps to keep up with you, âSo, what youâve been up to the past week?â
A pleasant breeze blows past you both and you turn your head to reply to him just as youâre stopped at a red light, âIâve just been busy with school and some other responsibilities. I only found time to go to the store after school today.â
âAh, your load must be heavier than mine,â Donghyuck makes a sound of recognition, âI only have morning classes and then Iâm free for the day.âÂ
âYouâre lucky,â you laugh, âMine usually runs the whole day because my facultyâs suckass at scheduling⌠but it is what it is, I guess.â
The light switches and youâre both allowed to cross. There are only a few cars waiting to go, which emphasizes how late in the night it actually is. âWell at least youâre holding up,â Donghyuck grins, âYou still have time for cooking and what not.â
You nod, âThatâs true, youâre right.âÂ
The conversation between you two unfolds with familiar ease, similar to your convos at the supermarket. Donghyuck brings up Mrs. Lee, questioning about how you came to know his grandmother. You share your story with him, detailing the moments and conversations that led to your connection.
âAre you close with your grandma?â You ask out of curiosity.
âShe practically raised me because my parents were mostly out at work,â Donghyuck explains, âNow that sheâs a little bit older, I still go over to her place and help around the house. Sheâs at retirement age, but she likes being busy. So I let her be busy at work and tell her to relax when sheâs at home.â
Your heart swells at Donghyuckâs relationship with Mrs. Lee and a slight surge of emotion wells up within you. It really wasnât helping with the crush you were trying to conceal, not when Donghyuck seemed like a genuinely great guy.Â
âI think thatâs really sweet of you.â You feel the corners of your mouth rise to your cheekbones, âI bet she appreciates it. She seems to really love you, so thereâs no doubt that she does.âÂ
You finally reach your place and Donghyuck realizes this when you slow to a halt. He can't help but feel a tinge of disappointment that your place isn't farther from the store. Nevertheless, he holds onto the hope that he'll have more opportunities to walk you home in the future.Â
You retrieve your bags from his hands and you donât notice the way his breath hitches at your proximity. âThanks for walking me home and carrying my bags. Are you fine getting home?âÂ
Donghyuck nods, âI actually live pretty close, believe it or not, so donât worry about me. Iâll see you around?â It seems like this was something youâve been saying to each other a lot.
âOf course and thank you again,â you say, âGoodnight, Donghyuck.â
âGoodnight, Y/N.â
As you begin to turn away, Donghyuck's gaze lingers on you. Despite it not being your last encounter with him, in that moment, a sense of urgency washes over him, realizing that this might be a pivotal moment. It feels like this decision could only be made now or never.
âWait!â He calls out. It comes out embarrassingly louder than intended. He swears he could hear his voice echo down the street.Â
You pause and turn to face Donghyuck, looking back at him curiously, "Yeah?" There are so many thoughts running through your head, only you couldnât pick them out for the life of you.Â
Donghyuck starts jogging to catch up with you, his footsteps rhythmically hitting the pavement. "I... actually have a question," he says, his voice slightly breathless. "It's been on my mind for the past week."
You meet his gaze with an expectant look, raising your eyebrows and giving a nod, encouraging him to continue.
âThis sounds weird but,â his palm finds the nape of his neck and heâs suddenly (extremely) nervous to even be standing in front of you, âI think I like you⌠and I was wondering if youâd like to go on a date someâŚtime? Itâs okay if no, but I just figured that since we get along well that it was worth tryââ
âI would love to.âÂ
âWait, really?â
âYes, really,â you retort, giggling under your breath, âIâm actually kinda relieved you made the first move.â
A rush of excitement surges through Donghyuck, and he's almost overwhelmed with the urge to jump for joy, âIâll plan something out and let you know, if thatâs okay? I didnât think I would actually get this far.â He feels his cheeks heat up out of embarrassment.
âTake your time,â you snort, âIâll be looking forward to it.â
âOkay! I promise you I will not disappoint!â he exclaims, âGoodnight, Y/N. For real this time.âÂ
You offer a wordless response, shuffling closer to Donghyuck before rising onto your toes to plant a gentle peck on his cheek.
âGoodnight, Donghyuck.â
(And you best know Donghyuck went home that night skipping, excited to tell his grandma everything the next day.)Â
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âŠâ haechan x reader | fluff | 1.3k
SUMMARY |Â in which haechan is always your one (and annoying) late-night customer at the 24/7 convenience store you work at and one evening, he forgets his wallet. in lieu of payment, he asks if he can take you out on a date instead. // part of the connection series
WARNINGS |Â slightly insecure reader, none really!
RATING |Â teen+
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You ring him up, like clockwork.Â
The scanner picks up a bag of the Korean brand onion rings, two Red Bulls, and an instant noodle cup. Â
Heâs the only consistent man in your life, ignoring the fact that the sole reason why heâs in your life is because he always comes into the 24/7 convenience store you work at during late, sometimes ungodly, hours. Tonight, itâs not that bad: 1:53am.Â
Rarely, no one else strolls in during your shift (and youâre grateful itâs a safe neighbourhood).Â
However, this young man lives to make your shift a painful one.Â
Usually with ruffled hair, transparent-framed glasses, and a simple t-shirt and sweatpants, he saunters in as if he owns the store, often swinging his keys or obnoxiously whistling along to the song playing in the background. From the moment he steps into the store, his existence alone irks you.Â
Unsurprisingly, he then takes a solid ten minutes on average (yes, youâve timed it) to buy his items. Whistling evolves into screeches or emphatic oohs and aahs. Sometimes, he even narrates the entire process, as if he's the main character in a show. And yet, despite it all, he ends up buying the same rotation of his favourite items.Â
If not the onion rings, the shrimp crackers. If not the Red Bulls, the bottles of Monster instead. He may be grabbing one cup of noodles tonight, but other times itâs three. Potentially even a completely different brand, if heâs feeling adventurous.  Â
On that note, predictability is in his nature. You plead internally for him to live a little, to maybe even spice up his night with a little change, for crying out loud. Heck, maybe even change the grey or black t-shirt he always wears to a shade thatâs not a neutral tone or to put on a jacket for once.Â
And the cherry on top is the constant annoying smirk he flashes when you tell him his total.Â
You want to punch it off his face, smear it across the shiny floors with the dirty mop water you use at the beginning and end of shift. Â
âHow are you doing tonight, gorgeous?â he asks. Sometimes gorgeous is replaced with beautiful or cutie. It only adds to his annoyance of regularity and you have an itch he does this all the time with others, making you not take his typical endearing terms seriously. Â
You canât help but roll your eyes. âIâm not gorgeous, but, as always, thank you for the compliment.âÂ
His smirk melts, and you catch yourself feeling a tinge of something as his features soften.Â
âYou are, though,â your regular says. You quickly glance up, wondering if that pout and look in his eyes are genuine. âYou know that I call you gorgeous because I mean it, right?âÂ
Youâre unsure how to react, so you give a small nod and repeat the total, softly this time.
Thereâs a beat when the man gets lost in thought, but the moment quickly fades. He reaches into his sweatpants. However, he stops abruptly, before he reaches in again and pats the outside of his other pockets.Â
âFuck,â he hisses. You realize two things: one, youâve never heard him curse; and two, he doesnât have his wallet.
Well, that surely is different than usual.
Instinctively, you pull the snacks toward you.Â
âDonât you dare think Iâm letting you walk away with everything for free,â you say, half-jokingly. Even though youâre 80% certain you can trust him, you still donât know what heâs like. Â
He smiles sweetly, quite differently than his smirks, forcing you to admit heâs handsome (just a little). âHow could you expect me to stoop that low?â he whine-asks, clutching his chest in pain.Â
After a moment of staring up at the ceiling in thought with his tongue running against his lower teeth, a Cheshire grin spreads over his face and he raises an eyebrow.
You donât like it one bit and regret the moment earlier, mentally punching yourself for finding him a tiny bit attractive.Â
âHow aboutâŚââhe pauses as he rhythmically taps his fingers onto the counterââ...you let me take you out on a date in exchange for these items?âÂ
A scoff releases into the air. âAre you really telling me Iâm only worth $11.87?âÂ
âWhatâno! Of course not,â he flicks a wrist upward in annoyance, then gestures to himself. âA date with me is worth way more in value, so youâll be getting a better bargain.âÂ
You could not believe this guy. âIs a date with you really going to be worth it?âÂ
âLook,â he leans in over the counter and you catch a whiff of a light, woody scent. You fight off the desire to deeply inhale it. âNo matter where we go or what happens, Iâll make sure youâll be happy by the end of it. Isnât that worth taking the risk of losing $11.87?âÂ
Squinting your eyes at him, while still clutching the goods he wants, you start to warm-up to the idea since you donât have anything to lose (but maybe thatâs due to the influence of his slightly intoxicating aura).Â
âWill you choose the date location?â you ask, guarded.
He shakes his head. âEverything will be up to you and Iâll try to accommodate my schedule as best as I can.âÂ
You raise an eyebrow, challenging him. âAnd what if I want to go to the most expensive restaurant in town?â
Without hesitation, he nods. âThen weâll go to the most expensive restaurant in town.âÂ
âIf I wanted to order the $130 steak?âÂ
â$130 steak it is.âÂ
âIf IââÂ
The cute (you canât deny it at this point) stranger cuts you off with a raise of his hand. God, you hate how cocky he is.Â
Suddenly, he holds out a hand, sticking his pinky finger up. He waggles it, and you realize heâs waiting for you to do the same. You curl a pinky around his.
âThere. I promise youâcross my heart and swear on my motherâs lifeâthat Iâll uphold and adhere to whatever date conditions you ask of me.â He straightens, stepping away from the counter. âNow, can I please have my snacks and drinks?âÂ
The events of tonight took quite a turn. Never in a million years would you think Mr. Predictability would ask you out on a date, let alone be pretty sweet about it. Â
Perhaps thereâs more to him than you thought.Â
You hand him your phone, and he does the same.Â
When he gives it back, you shake your head at the text he sent and the name he gave himself.
âHyuck?â you ask, unfamiliar with the name. Â
âShort for Donghyuck, but yes, beautiful?â
You turn your phone towards him in disbelief. âWhatâs with the heart next to your name?âÂ
He shrugs, flashing you another smug smile. âWhat about it?â Â
Glancing down at his phone, he beams. You wonder if itâs because you wrote the following in brackets after your name: You Owe Me a Date Worth More than $11.87.Â
âAnd your name is just as beautiful as you are.âÂ
Again, another eye roll. You wonder if the date will be filled with more of it. You shove the stuff towards him.Â
âI have to know: do those lines really work?â
âWell, I have a date lined up with you, so you tell me.âÂ
Before you have a chance to retort, he grabs something out from his pocket.
A wallet.
His motherfucking wallet, and he has the audacity to toss a $20 bill onto the counter with the same grin that you still want to wipe the floor with. Your jaw hangs.Â
âKeep the change,â he says, along with your name and grants you a wink as he grabs his items.Â
âIâll be seeing you on our date soon, gorgeous.âÂ
Lee Jeno's top 10 ways to stay warm.
pairing: (implied) bad boy!jeno x reader
genre: fluff, strangers to lovers!AU, college!AU, winter!AU, slight bad boy!AU
warnings: mentions of anxiety
word count: 1.4k words
a/n: hi its jeno hours
also lowkey wanna make this a whole fic idk...
networks/taglist: @neoturtles @knet-bakery @kflixnet @nct-writers @k-radio + @soobin-chois @markhyuckselca @jaehunnyy @justalildumpling <3



It's cold. Really fucking cold. And it's night. Scary. A snowy, cold, scary night, and you have a bus to catch. So, instead of staying outside, where it's cold, and dangerous, you decide to step into the bus stop smoking pod, knowing it's a lot warmer in there.
And now, here you are, reading a novel you can barely focus on, due to the cold, and your slight anxiety of being alone.
A moment later, however, your anxiety spikes its all time high as the door to the smoking pod swings open, causing you to look up with wide, worried eyes, only to soften when you recognize the platinum white hair and leather jacket.
It's Lee Jeno.
He's got his usual cold, bad boy exterior stoic face, and almost permanent scowl on his lips, as he curses and shakes his head like a wet dog, shaking the snow off his hair.
He doesn't seem to realize he's got company, not until you let out the sigh you sucked in abruptly from his sudden entrance.
"O-oh," Jeno stumbles over his words, recognizing you from campus. "hey,"
"Hi," You reply back quietly, lips pursing into a line awkwardly.
He takes a few steps towards you, his sneakers tapping against the ground oddly loudly. Jeno halts after no more than 3 steps, pointing at the seat next to you. "Do you mind...?"
"Oh," You shake your head, hands waving as well. "no, please, sit."
It's a cold night, sitting seems like a more comfortable position, better than having your joints freeze while you're standing at least.
As Jeno takes a seat next to you, you can't help but feel incredibly awkward, glancing down at your novel, once again barely paying attention, but for a different reason now.
You know Lee Jeno. You're not too sure if he remembers you.
Last week, Zhong Chenle's party, you kissed. Twice. Once, at a game of spin the bottle, a small, innocent peck, and another time under the mistletoe. Not that innocent.
You can barely remember it, but Donghyuck made sure he recorded both, and showed you both. You had dreaded seeing Jeno after that party, afraid he would find you... weird, or anything of that sort.
Look at you now, stuck alone with him on a very cold night.
Emphasize on the very. Because it's very, very cold tonight.
You try to hide the slight shiver in your movement, opting to shift in your seat to try create some sort of friction, for some nonexistent heat.
Had you expected Jeno to notice? Maybe.
Had you expected him to take his leather jacket off, and offer it to you? No. Not at all.
"S-sorry?" You blink at the jacket being placed on your lap, too shy to look Jeno in the eye.
You don't have to worry about that, because Jeno's just as embarrassed, looking to his side. "Y-you're shivering, right? It's okay, just take it."
"No, Jeno, I really can't."
"I insist, Y/n."
"You only have a t-shirt on, Jeno,"
"It's okay, you look freezing, Y/n,"
"Jeno, I caâ"
"âhey,"
His hand suddenly envelops yours. It's... very surprisingly warm, as his thumb strokes across your skin comfortingly. "I swear, I'll be fine, okay?"
Jeno's got a small, stupidly attractive smile on his lips, head tilting to the side. He's got some snow in his hair, but it blends in almost perfectly due to how white he dyed his hair. He's... ethereal.
"Fine," You give in, sighing.
Jeno goes as far as helping you slip his jacket on, fixing it on your body, stroking the sleeves across your arms, making sure your neck is all covered. He smiles at the way you simply look up at him, lips agape to say something, anything, but you don't know what.
Lee Jeno knows who you are. He remembers you from Zhong Chenle's partyâwell, long before that. He remembers you from the day you bumped into him in the hallways, apologizing profusely at something so small. You picked his books up for him, and as cheesy as it sounds, his heart raced and he fell the moment your hand brushed slightly against his.
And when you kissed him in spin the bottle? God, he felt like he could cry. Partially because he was drunk. And when he caught you under the mistletoe with him, pushing Kim Sunwoo out of the way so you could be with him, and when your hands tugged him closer by his hoodie strings to kiss him deeper, he swore he was gonna bawl.
And here he is, how blessed is he to be next to you, alone, just the two of you, with you wearing his jacket, looking all adorable in it?
Lee Jeno thinks the Gods have blessed him, and he will thank whatever is out there in the universe for this opportunity.
He's about to express his gratitude right now, as your hand taps his, your cold skin against his.
When Jeno turns, he's immensely surprised when you have your scarf and beanie in your hands, reaching them out to him.
He doesn't respond, simply freezing and staring at the items with wide, almost puppy-like eyes.
Chuckling, you decide to put them on him yourself, placing the scarf down to start with the beanie. You reach up to slip it over his head, making sure to cover his ears nice and snugly. Your fingers unintentionally skim over the skin of his cheek, but neither of you comment on it, neither of you mind it, really.
"Warm?" You question quietly, grinning when he nods. A small curl appears on the corners of his lips, as he starts to grin as well.
Next, you take the scarf from your lap, raising it to wrap it around his neck. Jeno instinctively leans down to help make the task easier, feeling not only his neck warm when the scarf is wrapped, but his cheeks and heart as well.
Lee Jeno is blushing, you could blame it on how cold it was, but god knows the truth.
"There, all better."
Jeno basks in the warmth of the items you had placed on him, smiling fondly. "Thank you."
"No need, when you gave me your jacket. Thank you for that."
You're incredibly adorable. Wrapped up in his leather jacket, hands rubbing together, a shy smile on your lips.
Lee Jeno wants to kiss you. Again. For real, fully sober with nobody around to record and shove in people's faces the next day, nobody to whistle out and hoot at the interaction, no disruptions at all.
Jeno finds his hands suddenly unwrapping your soft, warm scarf from his neck, holding each end tightly, before he loops it behind your head.
What's he doing? You both have no idea.
A moment later, however, you are fully aware of his lips inching towards yours. His breath hits your lips, as he tugs your neck closer by the scarf, and suddenly all you can see, is Jeno. The red tip of his nose, his hazy, but fully beaming eyes as he stares at your lips, and his lips brushing against yours. His breath is warm, so incredibly warm, the warmest thing you've felt tonight.
And suddenly, your eyes are shut, as you make a move and press your lips together.
Jeno's hands release the scarf, as one of his arms wraps around your waist, pulling you closer, the other slipping to hold your neck gently. His warm hands leave a trail of goosebumps on your skin, as you tilt your head to deepen the kiss, your own hands holding dearly at his cheeks.
When you pull away, you share warm breaths, finding it comforting in the middle of the cold night.
"What was that for?" You mumble against his lips, laughing lightly.
Jeno shrugs, "It's one of my top 10 ways to warm up. It's cold. Figured I might try the top method."
"Kissing someone?"
"Kissing you,"
He bumps his nose against yours, as he chuckles along with you. "Seems like it worked,"
"If I'm not mistaken, Jeno," You tap at his cheek, stroking his skin. "I'd say that's just an excuse, and the real reason is because you like me,"
"What makes you assume that?"
"Maybe because it's my reason too?"
He grins at your words. "Okay then," Jeno's thumb streaks across your neck, warming it up, along with your heart, with every moment spent near him. "Yeah, I like you."
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Haechan ⥠âISTJâ MV Behind the Scene
Lee Haechan Keeps Breaking Up With Me
Haechan x Fem Reader, Jaemin x Fem Reader
Genre: Angst, Some Fluff
Word Count: 7.6k
Note: I just wrote all of this. It's not proofread lol. So this is the start of the Started with a Book series. The first book is called Laura Dean Keeps Breaking Up With Me. It's an lgbtq+ comic styled book. The art style is very pretty and the story itself, I find, is good. It dealt with a lot of kind of coming to age type stories about friends, neglect, and toxic relationships. I followed the basic plot for the most part. But all scenes, characters, and personal story lines are not 100% true to the original book. Credits to the author of course for what I did relate to. If this seems like the type of book you'd be into I'd reccomend it.
Summary: The first day being his official girlfriend was the best day of your life. Lee Haechan was so breathtaking, popular, funny, and cute as hell. You could almost not notice that he could be mean with his words and his actions sometimes. Or that it was an on and off relationship. But you knew this pretty well, your friends as well, but they couldnât seem to understand why you kept going back to him. When you seek the advice from the local Donât Need That Love online services, you feel pained at what you read. Your heart is breaking slowly, your friends are being distant, or maybe itâs just you. And you just wished Haechan would love you carefully instead of recklessly. Really, all you want is for Lee Haechan to stop fucking breaking up with you.
Warning: Reader has some negative views of themselves. Mentions of infidelity. Manipulative characteristics are displayed by character. Toxic relationships.

Wiping down the cafe table, you find yourself lost in the repetitive motions of your work. You move your arm around, rag in hand, watching as the little crumbs fall on the floor. Placing the napkin dispenser and other items neatly in their respective places. Backing away from the now clean area, you take the used dishes to the kitchen. You hear the faint chimes that sound every time people walk in and out. Itâs not as busy, that being the situation every Wednesday afternoon. When you come out back to the front youâre greeted with a small cappuccino made by your co-worker Na Jaemin.
âYou look like you need an energizer. Donât worry, the boss wonât mind.â Glancing at him and back at the drink in his hand you break out in a small but grateful smile.
âThank you Jaem, what would I do without your kind gestures?â
âCrash and burn.â At that you let out a laugh that makes Jaeminâs eyes sparkle. Something you never noticed, eyes always wondering elsewhere.
âHonestly, I can say you read me better than my own boyfriend.â You also miss the twitch in Jaeminâs smile, lips almost frowning. But he reverts back to his friendly self knowing that the place next to yours wasnât for him.
âWell I believe that your boyfriend is a little bitch.â You almost choke on your coffee at the sudden selection of words.
âJaemin!â
âJust saying what I believe. An opinion tis all. Now finish up young lady, back to work before manager Suh comes in and sees you downing his precious coffee.â
âI thought you said he wouldnât mind.â
âHmm did I?â You stifle a giggle as you finish up your tasty cappuccino. Although he had been partially messing with you when he called your boyfriend a little bitch, you couldnât help but wonder if Haechan wasnât the best boyfriend in the world. You couldâve gone without the name calling. Visibly, you sigh as you throw your coffee cup away, thoughts of Haechan lingering in your mind. Most of the time, the emotions you felt when remembering him were sad and lonely ones. You oftenly had to wonder where he was or if heâd call you. Maybe heâd forgotten about you completely at times. You werenât sure but you hoped it wasnât so.Â
When the chimes ring again, you look up ready to greet the incoming customer when you realize itâs your bestfriend Mark. Your smile diminishes as you watch the evident frown and glaring eyes. When he stops at the counter you donât even get one word out before he speaks up.
âWhat happened to showing up to my show at 4 pm sharp?â Your eyes widen. Shit.
âM-Mark, I am so sorry. I didnât mean to miss it, Johnny called me in to work yesterday and I forgot to follow up with you. Please Iâm sorry, I-I can make it up to you.â
âYou canât because you always do this.â
âWhat do you mean?â You feel yourself try to hide, curl into yourself as Markâs words leave painful imprints on your chest. You couldnât blame him though, it was your fault. Only you were to blame for being a fuck up of a girlfriend and best friend.
âYou always come to me when you need something or when youâre down. Mostly when your jerk of a boyfriend doesnât give you any attention. But when I want to go to you youâre never there. When I tell you I have a show that I really care about that I would love for my best friend to show up to, you forget. Itâs not fair.â Mark looks near tears as he speaks to you in a tone that always felt alien to you. He starts to turn away, opting to just leave at that point.
âMarkie, wait, donât go I really am sorry!â
âFuck off Y/N.â Thereâs the sound of a choked off sob, tears tricking with a heavy heart in hand. You jump slightly when Jaeminâs hand comes to soothingly rub your back, arms bringing you into a hug.
âItâs okay Y/N, itâll be okay. If you want, go home and rest up a bit, itâs not a busy day and I can talk to manager Suh.âÂ
You want to shake your head and say no, that youâre fine and that you can do your job but Jaemin doesnât let you. And even if his intentions were good, it only made you feel worse. Not only were you a careless best friend and boring girlfriend, but now you were a useless co-worker. Walking out of the cafe, your eyes were trained on the sidewalk, the tears still streaming down your face. They didnât stop even when you reached your house. Not until you fell asleep with only a pillow to hold.
~
You spent the entirety of the following week trying to make up for your mistake. You kept apologizing, telling him that you appreciated him a lot and supporting him during his recordings. He accepted it, also apologizing for telling you to fuck off but you told him there was no need. He was right to be upset with you and you promised that this time, youâd work on being a better and attentive friend. Knowing that the only thing Mark was forgetful about was eating properly, you oftenly brought him lunch boxes and coffee from your workplace.
You were aware that Mark wasnât a big fan of your boyfriend. And it frustrated him to see the frequency of your visits with lunch boxes in hand not because he wasnât grateful but because he knew Haechan never saw any of this. Your boyfriend was as good as a ghost, even dead. He hoped that one day, youâd have the courage to leave him and be happy. You were his childhood friend and seeing how those eyes of yours morphed into something sad and empty would always be a sadness of his own.
It was Tuesday morning when you walked out of the recording studio, bidding farewell to Mark. You made your way towards the Art Building, where your Intro to Art and Visual Culture class was scheduled in about thirty minutes. You sat on one of the seats in the hallway to wait for your class to begin. Scrolling through your phone, you couldnât help but see what Haechan had been posting. He told you he was busy, it was why you hadnât seen him in over three weeks. If hanging out with friends at a bar could be considered busy. You never complained or called him out for anything. You werenât that type of girlfriend and Haechan would probably be annoyed if you were.
Still, you couldnât help but wish that those pretty eyes would look at you. You could almost imagine him walking up to you, wearing nothing but jeans and an oversized hoodie. Youâd look to your left, seeing him sit down next to you, getting lost in those sparkling and mischievous eyes. The pretty marks that dotted his face, creating the Ursa Minor constellation. You would adoringly call him your little bear because of it. His hair had always looked soft, grown out and messy but it was your favorite out of all the ones heâd worn before. You liked how it almost came around his eyes and down to the back of his neck. When you blink again, his image is gone and youâre left with an empty seat, just a picture of him on your phone case.
Your head falls back gently onto the wall behind you, eyes closing. What would it take for Haechan to just see you? To love you like you did him? He had to at least somewhat love you. He wouldnât keep coming back if he didnât, right? It felt more like something you tried to tell yourself to believe instead of what could be the actual truth. Maybe Haechan didnât love you. Or maybe you were asking for too much when you were not enough. Still, Haechan was yours. At least a piece of him had to be yours, even if your entirety belonged only to him. When your eyes open, moving to the side, you see his smiling face.
âI wish you were real.â
âIf I werenât then what would I be? A ghost?â You blink once and then again. By the third time, heâs still sitting there. That dazzling smirk spreads across his face as it always did. Suddenly, he brings himself closer, head tilting and lips aiming straight for yours. You felt that emptiness fill again, forgetting all the bad thoughts that clouded your mind. Before he could pull away, you surprisingly let your fingers slip into his hair and hold him there for a bit. He lets a muffled sound of what seems surprise as he lets you get lost within him.
For you it was everything but for Haechan, he just relished in the way he held your delicate heart in his hands. Always at his beckoning call even when he discarded you. He could always present himself in front of you and youâd be like a puppy waiting for their master.
He pulls away from you, eyes hooded when he sees you chase a bit after him. You miss the bad glimmer in his eyes, when he takes a good look at your closed eyes, lips colored red and swollen. You feel his hand come up to caress at your cheek softly, a great contrast from the manipulative feelings burning within him.
âDarling, you look so cute like this. Maybe I should keep you waiting for my kisses more frequently.â He clearly knows what heâs doing and saying when he watches the sad frown grace your lips.
âI missed you so much. I havenât seen you in three weeks now. Where have you been?â
âI told you I was busy doing stuff. My friends needed me. But I remembered about your class today and since I didnât have anything to do I thought maybe we could go somewhere.â Another frown, another internal flare of manipulative words. A never ending dance doomed for tragedy.
âHyuckie, I have class in twenty minutes.â
âThe same class you attend every Tuesday for five months. Missing one class isnât going to affect you. Besides, donât you want to spend time with me? You said you missed me.â Haechanâs hand retracts, his thumb lightly grazing now at your neck.Â
âBut I like this class a lot.â This time itâs Haechan who frowns, observing how youâve become a little resistant to him.
âWhat, so you like your class more than me? I thought I meant more, that I was important to you above all else.â When you see him pout he knows heâs roped you in. He likes the desperate look to please him and wonders what he did in life to find such a willing girl that wants to see him happy and sets her heart right out in front of him. He could almost laugh.
âFine, fine. But only this one time. I canât keep skipping classes.â
âDonât worry love, no one will notice youâre missing and we can have fun.â No one would ever notice you the way I do. See you the way I do. Your heart, itâs all for me to play with and do as I please. And you could never dream of saying no to me my love.
Haechan grasps at your hand now, excitedly dragging you away. To you, not much else mattered more than keeping him happy. Even if it was at the expense of your responsibilities and well being. As long as he could smile with those dazzling eyes into yours, you thought that was enough.
âWhere are we going Haechannie?â
âAnywhere we want.â Anywhere I want.
âCan we get coffee together?â
âShould we?â No.
âUnless you donât want to, we could go get ice cream if youâd like, I know you like that one place by the bookstore.â
âHmm, I guess weâll get ice cream then!â Of course we are.
âHaechannie?â
âYes?â What?
âI love you.âÂ
âMe too.â Of course you do, who wouldnât?
And eventually when you do get your ice cream and he pays for you, you get a piece of him. You enjoy it to the fullest. But as you're finishing your treat, he does what he always does. When his eyes find his friends he lets those words roll smoothly out of his mouth. Iâll be back so wait for me here.
You tell yourself heâll come back. But you always knew what those eight words meant. Even if you denied it as hard as you could, the rising moon could not deny it for you.Â
Haechan left you in the dark again.
~
Dear DNYL,
My name is Y/N and Iâm a third year college student at Dream University of the Arts. Iâm currently in a relationship with my sweet boyfriend Hyuck. I love him dearly. Heâs a great guy deep down. When he first asked me to be his girlfriend, I was sitting on a singswet and he was kneeling in front of me. He looked at me, I know he took a really good look at me. He was so sweet, his hand held mine, and he told me that he had never met another girl like me. He said he wanted to keep me all for himself.Â
But I think that things arenât going very well. I just canât figure out why. I love him and he loves me. I know he does. He buys me ice cream. Even pretty flowers because he knows I like them. He lets me join in on his streams. Heâs a gamer. Heâs pretty good at it too. Iâm not as good so he doesnât let me embarrass myself in front of his friends. I know heâs taking care of me by doing this.
I just can't seem to understand something. Even with all this love, Hyuck sometimes feels upset. And I donât know how to fix it. I know itâs my fault, I should pay more attention to him because Iâm his girlfriend. I care for him a lot. But I donât know how to fix it because truthfully, my boyfriend Hyuck keeps breaking up with me and I donât know what to do. Please reply soon.Â
Lots of love,
Y/N
~
It was a mistake. Your balance had failed and the other boy had been too close. You were slightly tipsy, waiting on the couch for your boyfriend. He invited you to the bar he frequented with his friends. You were okay enough to know that you were going to have to apologize again. Not only to Haechan but to Jaemin too. Your boyfriend was so caught up in talking to some other person that he forgot about his promise to take you home half an hour ago. You decided to take matters into your own hands, not being able to take the sight in front of you.
Jaemin hadnât taken very long to find you. He came over to you asking if you were okay, you only replied with a small yes as you took his hand into yours. But the world was spinning so when you fell back, Jaemin tripped over you, lips brushing against yours. It was straight out of a dramatic story. But he didnât stay more than a second like that when he was getting up, ears red, and stuttering apologies. You laughed, waving it off, and telling him that youâd really like to go home.
Jaemin held you close to his side, when his eyes came up, he noticed the silhouette of the person he could honestly say he hated. He watched as Haechanâs arm retracted from the girl next to him, eyes engaging him in a furious glare. Before anything else could happen, Jaemin pulls away first, his top priority being you.
âLetâs take you home okay?â You nod, letting him guide you to his car. You donât notice the familiar steps that hurriedly hit the payment. Itâs only when heâs blocking you from Jaeminâs car that you realize Haechan followed you out. He looks towards you, extending his hand out for you to take.
âY/N, Iâll take you home.â
âIf you havenât noticed Iâm taking her home.â
âI wasnât talking to you. Y/N, letâs go now.â He moves forward to take almost by force but stops when he watches with shock at how you sink deeper into Jaeminâs arms. You most certainly did not just reject Haechan in preference of Jaemin. You couldnât have done that.
âY/N?â He tries to soften his voice, masking the edge and frustration heâs feeling. To him, there was definitely something wrong with you. Youâve been resisting him recently and he wasnât a fan of it.
âYou didnât take me home. JaeminâŚwill do it. He listens.â Jaemin moves around Haechan, still holding onto you as he places you in the passenger's seat. He was sure to properly accommodate you. And when you saw that, your hands came up to try and wipe away your tears. Your sobs may have been hushed but Haechan heard them loud and clear. He turned to watch as you completely fell apart, telling Jaemin so openly that your chest was hurting. That you wanted it to stop. And then before Jaemin closed the door, you uttered words neither boys wouldâve ever thought youâd say.
âI wish you were my boyfriend instead. Youâre not reckless. You make me feel safe Nana.â It was funny, how they both stilled, eyes wide with shock but for completely different reasons. Haechan felt humiliated. He was hurt but his brain processed all the wrong reasons. Thinking that he was losing his control over you was what he thought bothered him. Jealousy? Of course it was, you were after all his. Jaemin on the other hand, felt sad that he wished it would be the same. But he knew that the moment youâd sober up, youâd forget all of this. And youâd go back to the very arms you were running from tonight.
When you arrived at your house, Jaemin had to carry you. You were at the same low you found yourself in whenever Haechan was around. Jaemin was seeing it all and you couldnât help the embarrassment in you. But Jaemin didnât care about any of that. What he cared about was your wellbeing. He loved you more than his words could convey. It ripped him apart to watch Haechan bring you down and toy with you as if you were nothing. But he could never force something that was not meant to be. All he could was be a good friend, it was all he could be even if he craved for more.
âIâm sorry.â
âWhat are you sorry for?â
âMaking youâŚdrive me home. BotheringâŚâ
âYou donât have anything to apologize for. Iâm here when you need me.â
âSorry about the kiss. Lost my balance.â For all the self control Jaemin had, he didnât want to stop his next words. He wouldnât regret them, heâd just regret the feeling of your inevitable rejection.
âI kinda liked it.â
âHmm.â Jaemin sighs at your response.
âOf all times you decide to fall asleep on me, itâs the moment I bare a piece of my soul. Sleep well Y/N.â He leaves the door to your room ajar and walks towards the sofa bed in your living room. He doesnât want to leave you alone in this state, well aware youâd need someone to take care of you in the morning. If only he could hold you, brush his fingers through your hair, and kiss you again. Even if it was selfish, he wanted to be in his place. Heâd always want it to be him instead.
~
Dear Y/N,
Thank you for reaching out to us! Iâm Renjun, one of the consultants from Donât Need That Love. I just want you to know that Iâm proud of you for sending us your letter. I want you to take a moment. Just take a moment to breathe. Focus on yourself as you read this and put away all other thoughts. I want you to know that as a consultant here, I am very honest with my words from what I collect from these letters. Although, it may not be what you wish to here, we do this to give perspective on what may be happening in your love life. At the end of the day, I am here to help.
The relationship you are in is not very healthy. Significant others are meant to be there for you, cherish you, and make you happy. But I think youâve convinced yourself that your boyfriend doing all these things for you is his way of showing his love. I think he tries to manipulate you with his words, to make himself seem like heâs upset and guilt you into giving in. You donât need someone else to validate you as a good person. You work on accepting yourself as you are. And if thereâs someone in your life who truly cares about you, they will be the ones to talk about healthy changes you need to consider.
Not allowing you to play games and to just watch his streams because his friends are there, is not an excuse. If anything heâs supposed to stick up for you. He has probably tried to mold you into someone who is dependent on him. To have you any time he calls out.
Let me ask you sincerely, do you think Hyuck truly sees you for the person you are? Does he know all the things you enjoy? Does he respect you and your friends? Does he agree and accept your words even if itâs a simple opinion or request? Ask yourself, how do his actions reflect the love he says he has for you. Write it out if youâd like, think upon it and then if you want you can write to me again. I hope to hear from you soon.
Lovingly,
Renjun
~
âWe need to talk.â It was the first time Haechan wasnât so kind to you. Before, it was an exchange of a few words and then him abruptly walking away. But now, he dragged you by your arm, fingers painfully digging into your skin. He led you into the alleyway next to the cafe you worked at. Letting you go, he let his arms fall at his sides. He ignored the way you rubbed your arm to soothe the pain.
âWere you trying to hurt me last night?â You winced.
âN-no, I didnât mean to-â
âSo what, you were just caught up in the moment. For fucksake he was on top of you and you let him!â
âI didnât mean to do it! It was an accident!â
âSo if I were to just kiss any other girl Iâd be able to call it an accident? Is that how much my love means to you?â It hurt that heâd accuse you but it didnât outweigh the guilt you felt for hurting him too.Â
âNo, of course not. Your love means so much to me I-â
âDo you remember what you said to Jaemin?â For some reason, Haechan looked more hurt than youâve ever seen. His eyes were slightly red as if he had cried.
âW-what are you talking about?â
âYou called him to pick you up. Because I didnât do it as soon as you wanted to. You told him he listens to you. Do you think that I donât? You think Iâm an inadequate boyfriend.â
âHyuckie no-â
âYou told him you wished he were your boyfriend instead!â His statement shuts you up immediately. Hands shaking nervously from the onslaught of accusations. You were drunk but you knew what you had said. And although you avoided that conversation with Jaemin, you knew it was inevitable with Haechan.
âShould we just break up?â At this you panic and Haechan laughs, relishing in how immediately you reached out to him. Youâre still mine. You belong to me and no one else.
âDarling, every time we break up we always find our way back. You understand me and Iâm the only one who understands you. What we have is more important than a meaningless kiss you shared with that bastard,â he watches your lips slightly frown, âunless you think heâs more important to you than I am.â You shake your head, giving the answer he wanted.
âI want to hear you say it, love. Say Iâm more important to you than him.â
âYouâre more important to me than him.â
âSo weâre good now. Okay lovely?â
âYes Haechan.â
âGood,â Haechan moves in to kiss you and you know he never does little pecks. He brings you closer, kissing you in a way you donât recognize. Because this time, itâs you who tries to pull away gently and he who lets out a sound of disapproval, reaching to kiss you again.
âI know you have to get back to work but after you get off let's go on a date. Weâll do anything you want.â You blink up at him, eyes almost innocent and he feels something strange spread in his chest.
âAnything?â He nods.
âCan we go to the music shop? I want us to listen to music together.â Haechan, who is usually so composed, feels a haze in his mind as he gives in to you. He tells you that he would love to. And he tries to understand why heâs feeling this way but as it always happened, he recognized all the wrong reasons. This time, he thought it was simply because he almost lost his little toy. But you came back into his arms, you always would.
~
âMark, Iâm sorry. Please believe me I-â
âYou know every fucking time I see you, your always apologizing. And itâs getting very tiring Y/N. I thought we were fine, thought you were doing better.â
âI donât mean to-â
âWhat? You donât mean to be a shitty friend? Goddammit, I feel like weâre going in circles. Why canât you see your boyfriend is a complete asshole? He doesnât love you!â Markâs words were meant to hurt you. You knew that much. But hearing him openly express them made you want to cry. And it seemed that it was all you ever did. You were happy one moment crying the next. And it never seemed to stop.
Currently, you stood in Markâs room, it changed a lot from how he had it as a kid. Now, you could say it was a perfect depiction of who he was. He loved music, he would say he wouldnât know what to do with his life if it wasnât for his passion. It looked lively with all the album covers on his walls, music sheets thrown about and instruments on one side.Â
But looking at him now, he didnât have the brightness about him. He looked drained and it scared you of how much he seemed to resemble you.
âH-he does love me.â
âOf course he does. Little Mr. Perfect with the dazzling eyes could never hurt you. Oh no, he loves you so dearly thatâs why he goes around fucking other girls behind your back.â
âWhat?â Mark looks to you clearly now, the color draining from both your faces.
âMark, what are you talking about?â
âYou canât tell me you didnât know? How could you not know?â An unfortunate turn of events but maybe this was what served as the eye opener you needed.
âMark?â He looks towards you, frustration in his shoulders but tears rolling down nonetheless.
âI guess that makes two of us. How pathetic. Not only are we best friends who share birthdays but now we can both say we got cheated on.âÂ
You took a moment to process what he was saying. You knew you were a lot of things. Stupid. Ignorant. Foolish. But you werenât entirely heartless. And only others knew that you were more selfless than selfish. You walked towards Mark, without saying a word you pulled him into an embrace. That was all it took for him to break down.
Mark was a good kid. He did his work diligently and he was one of the most talented musicians at the university. He had a growing following on his platforms. He was always a good son and tried to be a good friend. He thought he had to meet everyoneâs expectations and beyond. You often had to bring him down from that cloud and back to earth. Mark didnât have to try and be perfect because he already was. He just had to be the best he could be. Your hands came to touch his face, knuckles brushing away gently at his tears. You should have been there for him. You should have been a better friend. But you failed him and this was something youâd never forgive yourself for.
âI think thereâs a lot we have to discuss about Markie. Iâm sorry for not being there. But Iâm here now. And I wonât go away anymore.â
And so with that, Mark explained to you that his girlfriend of three years had cheated on him with one of the boys in his piano class. He told you about how he found them, how upset he was, and how badly she tried apologizing for her mistakes. But he realized that he couldnât take it. That the only person who he couldnât push away no matter how many times she apologized was you. He could learn to live without her but he couldnât do that with you. And after talking for hours about him, the topic you dreaded finally came up. And after everything you heard, you realized a lot of things about yourself. Things you finally had the courage to change.
~
Haechan came around to your coffee shop, smirking at the obvious glare Jaemin sent his way.Â
âY/N, youâre gonna go to my birthday party tomorrow right?â Looking up from behind the cash register, you watch Haechan leaning on the counter.
âI thought your birthday was next week?â
âIt is but Iâm celebrating it tomorrow. Iâm inviting all of my friends too. Donât worry I can pick you up.â
âHaechan, I appreciate it but I have something really important to do.â Haechan frowns. Did youâŚjust say no without apologizing? He straightens up to look at you more clearly.
âWhatâs so important that you have to miss my birthday party?â
âItâs personal.â
âSo now weâre keeping secrets?â
âYouâd know a lot about keeping secrets.â Haechan has the audacity to scoff. The shock he felt wasnât enough to even begin describing the list of emotions he was going through.
âExcuse me?â
âYouâre excused. Now leave, there's a customer behind you.â He looks at you, mouth gaping open. When he looks back to where your coworker stands with amusement written on his face, he turns angrily.
âNo way did you just reject your boyfriend's invitation.â
âI did,â you let out a sigh of relief.
âItâs justâŚIâm not used to you denying him anything. Not to sound nosy or whatever but your man is-â before he could say more you add, âa little bitch.â If Jaemin had taken a sip of coffee he wouldâve spit it out. But he settled with his jaw dropping to the floor.
âWho are you?â You turn to look at him and for the first time in years, he watches a genuine smile grace your face all the way to your eyes.
âY/N L/N, third year college student at Dream University of the Arts. The best friend to none other than Mark Lee and Na Jaemin. The soon to be ex-girlfriend of one Lee Haechan."
~
Dear Renjun,Â
Thank you for writing back. It means a lot to me. It did hurt a lot, the words you wrote. Iâm embarrassed to say that I spent a few weeks agonizing over it but Iâve finally gathered my courage. One that I think took too long to find. I guess Iâll just start with everything thatâs been on my mind.
I hate going to the ice cream place all the time. I only did it because Hyuck doesnât like coffee too much. I would always offer coffee, heâd say should we, and I knew it was his way of saying no. He never gets me the flowers I like. Blue and white hydrangeas are my favorite. But he gets me roses because he says they are the most romantic. Iâve always found them to be basic. Heâs never told me loved me directly. I would always say it first. He also always leaves me alone. Whether in the rain, sun, dark clouds, or on a park bench. He made me skip classes because he made me feel as though I wasnât loving him enough. He never talks kindly about my friends. He doesnât listen to me when Iâm agonizing. He forgets me.
Youâre right, he doesnât see me. I called it love because I wanted to believe it. But it wasnât. It never was to begin with. I was a toy to him, a puppet. One that he could pull the strings back towards him. But these past few weeks have made me realize and see things for what they truly were. My friend confessed something to me. He went through something sad in his relationship just like I did with mine. I see now how badly Iâve neglected him. Just like Hyuck does to me.Â
I donât want it anymore. I donât want to be with him. I want him to let me go. I know itâll hurt but I know Iâll be happy when we set each other free. My boyfriend Huck keeps breaking up with me because he doesnât need my love. He doesnât fear losing it. And even if I do want to cry and screamâŚI canât. Why do I feel so free?
Thank you Renjun. For listening to me and for providing me with your words of encouragement. Itâs one of the many things that I needed to grow out of this. I hope wherever you are that youâre doing well. And that you have people who cherish you deeply.
Lots of love,
Y/N
~
Taking a deep breath as you bring your hand up to ring the doorbell, you hear the faint sound of it ringing in Haechanâs apartment. When the door opens youâre met with the smiling face of a boy youâve never met. He looks like heâs gone through hell and back. Wincing at the sudden daylight he gives you another small and quirky smile.
âHello! You here for the after party?â
âAfter party?â
âYeah, Haechan is having a weekend birthday party so weâre on dia numero dos. Come in!â You walk in a little weary at all the excitement that exudes from the boy. When you step into the living room you see a few boys, with what seems to be their girlfriends, and Haechan sitting in the middle laughing away with a bottle of Bacardi. When he turns he sees you and you can see his gears turning in his head. The ones that used to manipulate you.Â
âY/N, youâre here.â
âI didnât know you were having another party.â
âYeah well I was sad that my girl couldnât show up for some reason so the guys are here to cheer me up. Weâre going to be partying all week!â
âYeah, uhm can I speak to you in private?â Haechanâs eyebrows furrow. Thereâs a little bite to his tone when he answers you.
âWhy canât you say what you need to say here?â
âBecause itâs a little personal.â
âJust like yesterday? Why are you being so secretive Y/N? Itâs getting really annoying.â His friends just look at the two of you, some giggle, others ignore the situation, and a few look disappointed in him. One of them you recognize as Jeno, Jaeminâs best friend. You knew he was a good guy. You wondered if Haechan had somehow manipulated him too.
âI donât want to say it in front of your friends.â He scoffs.
âJust spit it out Y/N, Iâm trying to cheer up after you left me hanging.â You could visibly hear the snipping of the threads that kept you tied to him. Miraculously, with all the confidence you could muster you let out the same words he would whisper in your ear.
âIâm breaking up with you Lee Donghyuck.â No one laughed at that. No one dared to as they watched the show unfold in front of them. You can feel Jenoâs eyes on yours but ignore it as yours donât leave Haechan. He blinks, confusion spreading across his features. He then sits up straight, as if your words were registering late.
âIâm sorry what?â he laughs.
âIâm breaking up with you. Youâre a piece of shit of a boyfriend. You only care about yourself. You manipulate people around you to make them feel bad and yourself better just to feed that insanely inflated ego of yours. You donât bother listening to me or going out with me. You barely even know me after years of dating. Iâve had enough.â
âFucking unbelievable.â Haechanâs eyes watered but you knew they were fake. He still had to play victim after all.
âYou came to break up with me on my fucking birthday!?âÂ
âTo be fair, your birthday is Tuesday.â Haechan lets the bottle fall onto the carpeted floor as he gets up in a haste of anger and disbelief.
âYou canât be-â
âSince you always interrupt me, let me do the same. You made me into a shitty person and friend. I willingly let you do that to me. But you know what? I realized that youâre not worth it Donghyuck,â and if using his real name was anything to go by, he immediately knew you were being serious, âYouâre not worth being loved by me. I have so much love to give and you always take it for granted. I hope we never have to see each other again after this. I already left all of your things outside your door. I donât have anything to ask from you because you never care to have me over as much as you do your friends and the girls you sleep with behind my back.â You donât miss how the color from his face drains, leaving him in a state that you never had the pleasure of seeing him in. You turned and left and as soon as you reached the sidewalk you heard the slamming of a door and Haechanâs loud voice rang through.
âFuck you! Go fuck yourself! I donât even need you! I never even fucking loved you! You werenât special, you were nothing! You are nothing! Youâre wrong. Youâre the one who doesnât deserve my love because my love is one of a kind and anyone in the world would be lucky to have it! Now you can say you were the one that lost it.â But you donât turn around and you let Haechan have the last words. You donât know what they are as you walk away from him.Â
~
Dear Y/N,Â
Iâm happy to have received your last letter. I see that youâve done a lot of self reflection. I know it mustâve hurt but I can see that youâre ready to move on. Know that you did all of this on your own. I may have provided words of encouragement but you took all the necessary steps towards your happiness. Iâm proud of you.
I hope that all goes well for you too. And donât hesitate to reach out again. Just because youâve moved on from the relationship you were in doesnât mean I wouldnât mind hearing from you again. Perhaps, if you find someone who does see you, you can let me know all about them. Iâd be willing to hear from you again.
Lovingly,
Huang Renjun
~
Moving on from Haechan wasnât so hard when you realized just how much more happy you felt. Even though you grieved the boy you left, you didnât grieve the relationship. It wouldâve been pointless to do so. Eventually, the light returned to your eyes. You didnât look as tired as you used to. Jaemin would frequently tell you about how much youâve changed for the better. Sometimes heâd think heâd say too much but you just observed how well he knew you. He even brought you your favorite flowers with a cup of coffee.
Instead of being alone at all the places you liked to frequent, Jaemin was there with you. Sometimes so was Mark. The arcade and music shop became your special places with Jaemin. You also made sure to never miss any Markâs shows which he appreciated. It brought him near tears when you attended his fifth show in a row, watching how his best friend made every effort to be there.Â
And when Jaemin asked you to be his girlfriend, you couldnât help the feelings that spread in your chest. Jaemin loved you so much and he showed it to you. He listened and was always there when you needed him. He never left you behind, you were always next to him. All that mattered was already in your life, you just had to let go of those who didnât.
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This is Y/N please leave a message.
Hey baby, itâs me, we need to talk...please call me back.
Love, can you answer your phone? I need to talk to you please. Please just call back ok?
Why are you hurting me like this? You broke up with me on birth- at my birthday party and now youâre ignoring all of my calls? Could you just please fucking answer? I know you still get my messages. I know you do.
Hey itâs me again, Haechannie, the love of your life. Remember you would call me your love? I do. Listen, Iâm sorry for being angry in my last voicemail. It was mean of me to talk like that and Iâm really sorry but I was just feeling frustrated that you wonât answer. I just need you to pick up the phone once love, so we can talk. Please, Iâm sad that the only way I hear your voice is through your voicemail message. And I canât seem to find you on campus please just call. I tried looking for you at work but youâre never there and I- you have reached the time limit for this voicemail.
H-hey, b-baby please p-please. I-im sorry. I know, I know I hurt you and I know youâre upset with m-me but please! I have to t-talk to you. I miss you so fucking much please please please call me baby please! F-fucking call me back!Â
Y-Y/N why wonât you call me back? I canât breathe. Iâm suffocating. I canât smile. I canât do shit. I miss you so so so much. I miss kissing you. I want to kiss you. I want you. I need you. I need our cuddle sessions back. And I want us to go for ice cream again. Love, please just pick up your phone.Â
I heard youâre d-dating Jaemiiin! Thatâs sooo f-fucking funny. I actshually for uh s-second thought that you..that you started d-dating that b-bastard. D-does he know? Does he know m-my love, that I, Lee Haechan! Was your first in everyyything? That I kissed you first? That I made love to you first? Held you firstâŚI held you first. You fooled me loveâŚhuh fooled me goood.
Y/N f-for fucksakes! I love you I-I love you! I love you! Love me back baby please! Love me I need you to love me! L-love me. Love me because it hurts. It hurts so much. Iâm a fucking mess. Iâm fucking c-crying right now and I sound so pathetic. Is this what you want to hear? T-that I cry myself to s-sleep every night wishing you were next to me? And that I, Iâve been drinking too much. S-sometimes I feel likeâŚI feel like I can see you. Like I could justâŚreach out and t-touch you. And then I reach out and youâre not there! Baby please- you have reached the time limit for this voicemail.Â
Fucking automated piece of shit! I hate hearing it! I want to hear you! Please love me! Use me. Do anything you want with me baby but please donât leave me. B-baby please pretty please! Play with my heart. I-I deserve it right? For hurting you, I deserve it and i-if you come back then Iâll let you do whatever you want with me. How does that sound, hmm? Sounds good right love? Please, donât leave me. Iâll give you my love. You have it all. Your love is one of a kind, your love is the one not worth losing. Come back and love me, I need you to love me, love me so it wonât hurt anymore.
The phone number you are calling is no longer in service.
The phone number you are calling is no longer in service.
The phone number you are calling is no longer in service.
The phone number you are calling is no longer in service.
The phone number you are calling is no longer in service.
The phone-

iâd give up forever to touch you ; ě´ëŻźí





pairing | idol!mark x female!reader
synopsis | while mark is away on tour, you find yourself looking back at old memories of you two. you have grown used to spending these moments alone while mark is gone, but little do you know he is doing the same thing miles and miles away.
genre | established relationship, light angst, fluff, reader uses she!her pronouns, nicknames used for reader (pretty girl, baby) and mark (baby, pretty boy).
wc | 1.8k
notes | itâs my first post!! please give me feedback and leave song recs for new fics for me if you enjoyed :)

the sheets wrinkled beneath your shifting body. nearly silent crinkles filled the empty void within your room. slivers of light from the moon fell onto your restless figure, highlighting your messy hair and stretched-out shirt. you had gotten into bed at eleven; it was now three, and not a single ounce of your body felt tired.
thoughts ran wild in your brain, causing every other part of your body to feel more than alive. itâs not like this is the first time heâs had to go. with comebacks, schedules, and shows, mark was constantly on the go. most of the time, there would be two to three days in a row where the only place you would see mark was through the screen of your phone.
one time he had to be gone for a week while preparing for a new album, and looking back now, you wish you hadnât been so dramatic. a week felt like a breeze compared to the treacherous months you were now facing without mark. not only was he physically not here with you in bed, your head rested on his chest, or vice versa, he also hadnât texted or called all day.
at the beginning, you two constantly kept in touch, sending random photos or messages about how much you missed each other. but now with a dramatic time zone, texts fell further and further apart, which then turned into silence. you missed him more than words could explain; the t-shirt that hugged your body relived some of your sorrow, reminding you of how he had thrown it off the night before he left. giving in, you grabbed your phone from its spot next to you and opened your camera roll, clicking on your favorited photos.
some were of friends and family, but the majority were of you and mark. silly mirror photos taken when putting on face masks and spur of the moment selfies reflected back onto your face, causing your eyes to sting. maybe if it hadnât been for the overflowing emotion you felt, the tears could be blamed on your brightness being too high, but it took no genius to know the reason. videos from picnics under sunny skies and tipsy late night games echoed in your room and settled right into your heart. silent tears continued to spill down your flushed cheeks, going unnoticed due to your full attention being on your boyfriend. you continued to scroll, stopping on a distinct image. the photo had been taken a little over a year ago.
the two of you sat on the edge of the sidewalk outside of your apartment complex. mark had a full day of schedules, giving him only the dark hours of the night to slip by your place and see you before he had to get up and do it all over again. his exhaustion quickly converted to energy after being in your arms as he stepped into your place. "dude⌠youâre like a human portable charger." his words were muffled due to being pressed into your neck, before he pulled back to look at you with wide eyes. "can we go for a walk?" he practically begged before lacing your fingers together and pulling you out into the chilly nighttime atmosphere.
"honestlyâŚ" you began while the two of you stepped in sync, hands still interlocked and swinging between your bodies. mark made a little hum as his head quickly turned at the sound of your voice. "i was expecting you to pass out when you came over." a breathy laugh left your lips as he continued to swing your hands. "what can i say? itâs just what you do to me, dude." the cheesy words made you both break out into giggles, never once disconnecting your hands. even when he began to wander off, your body just followed his smoothly, like it was second nature.
at this moment though, you stopped. "oh, mark you really know how to make a girl swoon, dude." your unexpected stop made him turn around as your hands became disconnected. at the sudden loss of contact, he quickly made his way back to you, as if you were miles away and not just a few steps. "baby you know i mean it as a term of endearment. i donât just call anyone dude." his fingers made their way to your face and threaded a few careless strands behind your ear. his hand continued to slowly make its way down your neck and arm, finally re-entwining your fingers as they once were.
your body, which was once cold due to the dropping temperatures, instantly grew hot at his loving gesture. "so haechan, jisung, jeno, and practically all of your friends are on the same level as me?" you teased, tilting your head to the side and peering at your boyfriend through squinted eyes. "no dude- i mean, baby, of course not. hey, i donât call anyone else pretty girl except you. right, pretty girl?" if thereâs one thing you and mark were good at, it was getting each other flustered, and while he tended to express his a lot more than you, this nickname was one of the few gestures you couldnât pull a poker face at.
feeling your cheeks instantly redden, you dropped your head and stared at the concrete beneath you. even with your eyes glued to the ground, you could practically see the smirk pulling at markâs lips. "i got you good, huh?" he continued, causing your cheeks to deepen in color. using his free hand, he cupped your face so you could look right at him. "pretty girl," he teased breathlessly once more before pulling you towards him. as your lips slotted between his, you couldnât stop the smile that pulled at the corners of your mouth. mark couldnât hold back either, as you could clearly feel his cheek bunch up under your palm. "you finally got some game, huh, pretty boy," you joked, finally pulling back from his firm hold.
just as you did moments before, markâs ears and cheeks instantly flushed at the new nickname. "dude stop," he whined, turning away and walking further down the street as he sulked. "oh, shut up, you big baby." you quickly got up behind him and wrapped your arms around his torso to stop his movement. mark titled his head over his shoulder to look back at you.
he could have sworn right there in that very moment that he fell in love with you. the look you had in your eyes like you held everything he ever needed within two small irises, and your hands burning straight through the thin fabric of his shirt and imprinting right into his bones. itâs not like this was the first time love came to mind. he was in love with you and had been for a long time, but in this exact moment, he found himself losing all sense of control and completely falling into you and your entire being.
his chest tightened at the memory. the afternoon sunlight covered his skin, warming him up even more than he already was. his shoulders slumped and his lips pouted ever so slightly as he scrolled through the countless candid photos he had of you. he had been stuck on a specific one for quite some time. from none other than that very night.
the two of you had paused your walk and decided to sit under a street lamp. small white flowers bloomed onto the patch of grass next to you. remembering the habit you had as a kid, you began to braid each flower with another to create a crown. maybe it was the focused expression on your face or the way the light from above you both seemed to settle around you like a halo, but mark swore if he didnât capture you that very instant that he would regret it for the rest of his life. noticing his movements from the corner of your eye, you swiftly turned your head to catch him in the act.
his thumb pressed down on the screen, causing the photo to turn into a short clip. you had pulled an exaggerated smile at his phone before the both of you broke into a laugh, flowers still in hand. the sound of your laughter was enough to pull a small one out of him at that moment. still sitting in the bed, he reached over and grabbed his headphones from the bedside table. he knew, or rather, he thought, that you would be fast asleep during this time.
every single day had become harder and harder, even if it meant he was closer and closer to seeing you again. if it were up to him, he would book a one-way flight straight to you, even if he could only see you for a day. hell, he could buy you a ticket and fly you to him in no time, but with school and work, he did not want to stress you out even more than you already were. itâs selfish; he knows it, but he wishes you would let him be greedy and keep you by his side the whole tour.
clicking shuffle on his playlist, iris by the goo goo dolls began to drift into his ears. itâs like some higher being knew exactly how he felt and queued the song on purpose. shifting to lay flat on his back, mark stared at the ceiling and pictured that you were there with him, hand in hand, listening to this song together.
your body grew hotter the more you held back your own emotions. yanking the covers off, you situated yourself on your back and gazed upward. not being able to look anywhere else. he was all around you. from picture frames on your dresser to discarded sweatshirts on your floor, everything reminded you of him. but for mark, the only part of you he had was on his phone, and with that, you were still light years away.
a single tear sprouting from the corner of your eye, quickly lead a trail past your lips and down your neck. little did you know that mark too had a tear pool down his cheek in that exact same moment. picking up his phone and opening your texts, he quickly sent you a message.
[one audio] made me think of you and how badly i miss you man. itâs true âiâd give up forever to touch youâ right now pretty girl. sleep well for me if you arenât already. call me when you wake up no matter what time it is. i need to hear your voice. im deprived hehe :)) i love you lots and lots baby. talk to you so soon <333

note i got a tad bit carried away with this oops. but iris has been stuck in my head for days now and i also have been into more angsty reads recently so BOOM hereâs this. i know itâs prob not my best work lol but i just wanted to get something out and hopefully get some feedback. if you made it this far thank you so much for reading!!
So cuuuuteeeee please i wanna be all domestic with mark 𼺠please let me get all domestic with Mark Lee đŤ
As Mark lies next to you, you can't help but smile adoringly. He's exhausted, yet he's battling the slumber that's attempting to take hold of him, just so he can affectionately gaze into your eyes. Every few minutes, his eyelids close and his head begins to sink into your couch, but he quickly catches himself, startling awake.
His hands are at a respectful place, your left hip, and yours have been caressing his cheek, scalp, and neck since the minute he laid down. This moment, although it wonât last long considering he has to leave in the morning, is so fulfilling.
âGo to sleep.â Your try your best to make your smile warm and inviting. You continue rubbing gentle circles onto him, but on his earlobe now, hoping it will be even more confirmation for him that youâre not upset at his exhaustion. His hand lifts from your hips for a mere second in protest, and you smile deviously as you know his resentment is coming from a place of deep comfort. The longer you rub, the more tired he gets, and he doesnât want to be tired.
âIâm good. Let me just enjoy this, please. I havenât seen you in way too long.â He wines, scooting closer to you. Your nose is on his now, and you canât help but giggle as he begins to wiggle his eyebrows at you, as if thatâs going to make you stop your antics.
âUtterly in loveâ is the term to describe the warm and fuzzy feeling you get whenever heâs around. Heâs as perfect as a human being can be, and youâre not sure if heâs in love with you too yet, but you really hope he is. He has to feel something deeper than like with you at this point, considering instead of going back to his dorm and collapsing due to his intense schedules, he called you, begging to lay up with you because âI just wanna feel you in my arms tonight.â
You force him down on the sofa and climb on top of him, pressing his soft cheeks into your palms. In a delicate and encouraging kiss, your lips meet his, and he melts into yours. His breathing is slow and easy as his strong arms wrap around your waist, drawing you in as close as he can.
âRest.â You giggle once you pull away. Your fingertips try to close his eyelids, and for a brief second, you believe you've won, but his doe eyes open at you again. He swallows hard, as if he had a secret to reveal but doesn't want to be judged for it.
âSay it.â You whisper encouragingly, although you have no idea what he could have on his mind. You know it will be sweet and romanticâdefinitely along the lines of him telling you how much appreciates you for always being so understanding, but he always says things like that to you. So what can it be?
âI thinkâI really think Iâm in love with you, Y/N.â
Your heart stops for a split second before restarting. You're sweating profusely and itching all over, but you can't scratch because you don't want Mark to see how he's eroding your frigid aura day by day.
"I know I'm head over heels in love with you." You exclaim, exhaling a breath you weren't even aware you were holding.
âReally?â
âReally.â
Nothing else needs to be said after this. Mark smiles at you in a way that youâd never seen him look at anything before, not even himself in a mirror. His hands are on your cheeks now, pulling you in for a kiss that shows you that there is no question about itâheâs in love with you too.
ice cream thief [ l.dh ]
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pairing ⢠perv roommate!hyuck x afab!reader (mentioned other nct members + karina)
word count ⢠12.8k
synopsis ⢠someone has been eating haechan's favorite ice cream so he decides to put a hidden camera in the kitchen and living room thinking it's a shared space it shouldn't invade anyone's privacy... right?
warnings ⢠18+, dubcon, invasion of privacy, filming with and without consent, voyeurism (hyuck is a peeping tom), exhibitionism, panty stealing, toys, multiple orgasms, nipple play (m & f receiving) , cum eating, oral (f receiving), switch but mainly sub!hyuck, reader has a bdsm relationship with johnny, yuta, and jaehyun, switch but mainly dom!reader, handcuffs, unprotected sex, cream pie, hyuck is a little bi icon, lots of masturbation (m & f), excessive talk of legend of zelda (SORRY), anal (not super detailed), use of good boy & pervert, slapping, overstimulation, mentioned (bdsm, bondage, whips, rope/shibari, threesomes, mxm, scissoring, spit roasting, getting high, double penetration, marking) pls let me know if i missed anything
playlist ⢠creep_radiohead / obsession_sky ferreira / nothings going to hurt you baby_cigarettes after sex / wet nightmare_bibi / i wanna be your slave_müneskin / use me_bill withers / sweet_cigarettes after sex / guys my age_hey violet / sexy silk_cumkitten / pussy is god_king princess
a/n ⢠i'm trying to get better at making the reader as general as possible please let me know any ways i can improve!
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âno one is stealing your goddamn ice cream,â you groan, rolling your eyes. youâre currently having a âhouse meetingâ in the kitchen, more like you and your roommates get yelled at by your other roommate haechan for 30 minutes. youâre sitting at the end of the island beside jaemin and karina who is leaning next to the wall while haechan stands across from the counter in front of the fridge waving an empty box around.Â
âwell, where the fuck are my double vanilla yogurt bars going?â he says waving the box around for dramatics.Â
âwho the fuck wants double vanilla ass yogurt ice cream bars,â jaemin argues.Â
âliterally we have chocolate, strawberry,â jaemin gags, âeven cones, why would we want double vanilla,â karina quips while you roll your eyes.Â
âbecause itâs the best ice cream in the world,â he groans, running his hands through his hair.Â
âyeah maybe to old white dudes,â karina says, making you and jaemin giggle.Â
âlisten i get it, no one wants to fess up. youâre embarrassed, feeling guilty even,â you scoff at his dramatics. âbut just tell me between friends, i will forgive you if you buy me a new box.â no one says anything, just stares across the counter at haechan. âgod i hate all of you. i swear iâm moving out.â
âfinally, let me know if you need help packing,â you smile as he storms off middle finger raised in your direction.Â
âso which one of you ate the ice cream?â karina whispers, you and jaemin shake your heads hearing haechan's door slam.Â
âswear i didn't, i would probably have the strawberry before double vanilla,â he grimaces.Â
âsame, i would just go without, who wants double vanilla anyways? i bet he just doesnât remember eating them.â you laugh.Â
haechan sat in his room sulking and determined to figure out who was eating his precious ice cream. this wasnât the first time it happened and it had only gotten worse. he pondered which one of his housemates would eat his ice cream.Â
karina was in her green juice phase and probably wasnât eating ice cream but if she was she would want the "healthiest" option which were the double vanilla yogurt bars. she couldnât be marked off the list.Â
jaemin would definitely eat the double vanilla bars. especially when he would just open the freezer and grab anything that didnât have a strawberry pink label. haechan grumbled to himself pulling his fingers through his hair.Â
and you, you would totally eat his ice cream just to spite him. you would probably throw away an uneaten bar just to annoy him, give them out to delivery men, or offer them to your annoying friends.Â
he furiously typed into his search bar. âhow to stop roommates from stealing food.â
he scrolls reading over the bulleted list.Â
write your name on everythingÂ
that wouldnât work, jaemin would just read it and ignore it.
hide the food in an unlikely place
where can he hide ice cream unless he got a mini freezer and that just seemed like too much work.Â
douse the food in hot sauce, chili powder, etc.Â
wouldnât that just ruin the food for him?
install cameras to present evidence of the theft
bingo
haechan had plenty of access to cameras, the tech, and the knowledge to install nanny cams. his it major finally came to his aid during his time of woe.Â
he made a plan, go to the tech lab and talk to kun about security cameras. he can play it off that itâs for a friend, his mom, or maybe his roommates wanted to feel safer. then he could install them on thursday morning when everyone was in class. then he would wait for someone to eat his ice cream and catch them in the act. foolproof right?
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âso wait, why do you need cameras again?â kun asked, rummaging through a box of wires.Â
âitâs for a friend they asked me since they knew i was majoring in it,â haechan says nonchalantly, pushing his hands in his pockets.Â
âoh cool, you said home security right?â haechan nodded, moving to the side after kun got up with various wires in his hands. he followed kun to another part of the tech lab.Â
âjust donât set them up in locker rooms. some dude did that a few years ago and i helped him pick them out. god, i felt sick after.âÂ
âgod no, just home security, said he has some weird roommates or something,â haechan shook his head. watching over kunâs shoulder as he scrolled through some tech website.Â
âokay, i would go with one of these if itâs just basic home security. they have an app for easy access and pretty good quality cameras,â kun says, clicking on one of the images before scrolling through. haechan nodded, eyes dancing over the webpage.Â
âsounds good to me, can you order them?â kun nodded, adding the items to the cart.Â
âdoes he need any wifi extenders?â haechan shook his head looking over the total price. still cheaper than a mini freezer. âiâll let you know when they come in.â
âthanks, dude, iâll venmo you,â haechan says walking away.Â
âdo you need help setting them up?â
ânope.â
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the cameras came in faster than haechan even expected, he hadnât even gotten the chance to restock his ice cream bars to set up the trap. he waited for the perfect time when everyone was out of the apartment in class, studying, or doing whatever haechan didnât care enough to ask.Â
he took to unboxing the set of five cameras, one for the kitchen right above the fridge, one diagonal from the fridge to get the full angle of the theft, one in the living room facing the couch and the hall, and one for a wide angle of the living room. he had one to spare so he decided to put it in the corner of his room to see if anyone was snooping around.Â
it took him about an hour to set up the two in the kitchen, fiddling back and forth on his phone and with the cameras to perfect the angle. walking back and forth to make sure the entire walk from the hall would be caught and no denying could happen.Â
one camera was hidden between some old cereal boxes he and jaemin had used for a project that they never threw away. the other was between the bread maker karina had stopped using two weeks after getting it and was just collecting dust and the protein powder.Â
it took him about an hour more for the two in the living room, making sure the camera was facing the couch fully because that would definitely be where the culprit would enjoy the sweet treat.Â
the camera was tilted slightly to hide nicely on the corner of the dvd shelf. the other was squeezed snuggly between some half-dead plants on the window sill, viewing the full kitchen, part of the dining table, living room, and the hall.Â
haechan was lucky his room was on one side of the house and his three roommates were down the opposite hall. so it was unlikely one of them would come down his hall unless it was for a shower or to piss.Â
he finally fiddled with the one in his room more for fun but he thought of the possibilities of âaccidentallyâ filming while fucking some hot chick he brought home or even the occasional big bulky dude he would find on some field or court who wanted to experiment when he needed to get fucked.Â
he didnât want to be a creep and it wouldnât be like heâd share the footage if it happened but it would be a nice bonus. getting to relive a good fucking on some shitty camera like a perv.Â
he wouldnât openly admit to being a pervert, but he was. he often got off on being watched and watching other people, thatâs why he liked going to the gym, not for the workout or health benefits, but the view of some hot girl sweating while doing squats or the best part seeing hot guys in the locker rooms and if he was lucky getting to shower beside them peaking at their cocks hanging heavily between their legs next to him.Â
he loved the thrill of jerking off in the corner of the showers waiting for some muscled beefcake to come in and embarrass him before cursing and manhandling him. his fantasies never quite came true but that didnât stop him from releasing onto the tile below him while he tweaked his nipples and the water hit his chest.Â
haechan often found himself in these âcompromisingâ positions. like the time he hid in the closet of some frat dude's room while he watched his friends, jeno and jaemin, fuck some sorority girl.Â
he didnât mean to get high and roam the house ending up in some closet, but what was he gonna do when they came in and spit-roasted her right through the slits in the door. so he shut up as best he could and jerked off while peaking out. he hated to admit being jealous of his friends and the girl but he couldnât help it.Â
he also didnât mean to listen in when his housemates brought someone around and didnât realize he was there. he would stand in the hall watching jaemin fuck some cheerleader until she was brainless or karina bringing over some girl to âstudyâ but he watched them scissor for like 20 minutes and they never noticed. you however never brought anyone home at least that he knew of.Â
heâd heard stories from his friends about how you were apparently into being dominated by older men, but haechan didnât fully believe it. at least not the stories his older friends johnny, yuta, and jaehyun would tell of you. how you liked to be whipped and cuffed to the bed while johnny edged you, or how yuta would tie intricate ropes around you bending you into pretzel-like positions before making you cry, and jaehyun boasted about making you cum some insane amount until you passed out on his cock. you were too annoying and mean to be submissive, and far too uptight to be into adventurous casual sex.Â
the stories did get him off though just like viewing his other roommates in secret, the thought of his little prude roommate being into nasty sex had gotten him hard. after hearing all about it he excused himself to the bathroom and came in his fist embarrassingly fast.Â
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it didn't take long to start getting notifications of motion most of the time being someone arriving home or leaving. he gets strangely excited at the prospect of catching someone at the fridge but every time it has been for something lame like eggs or soda. he had started to worry about the house eating habits when everyone was only eating eggs, popcorn, and frozen food.Â
by the third day heâs grown accustomed to the notifications on his phone of detected movement. it's not as exciting when itâs the fifth time of the day and he knows it will probably just be jaemin making toast. but he opens it quickly waiting for the app to load.Â
before he sees you sitting on the couch, knees to your chest twirling something in your mouth. he grins convinced he had caught the ice cream thief. he started his car ready to rush home and catch you in the act, that is until you pull it out of your mouth. squinting bringing his phone closer to make sure it is his ice cream his eyes widen when he realizes itâs not his ice cream but a dildo of some sort.Â
you wouldn't, there's no way you would in the living room. his mouth hung open watching you bring the toy back to your lips. he was surprised by the camera quality when he could see your spit dribbling down the toy and collecting at the corners of your mouth.Â
he should have closed his phone and put it on silent never to be thought of again, but he canât look away, he knows itâs wrong but he canât stop staring.Â
he gaped when you opened your knees and moved one hand between your legs flipping your skirt up revealing some light blue panties. heâs sure heâs seen them in your hamper or when you accidentally left them in the wash that one time. he watched as your hand slithered between your legs pressing against your heat, squinting in surprise seeing a dark spot growing under your hand.Â
his eyes were scanning quickly trying to take in the entire scene watching you with one hand over your panties and the other swirling what he assumed to be silicone between your lips. he canât believe you of all people would be getting off in the living room knowing any of your roommates could walk in. little miss goody two shoes had a thing for exhibitionism he smirked.Â
you moved the toy from your lips, a line of spit still connected until the toy slid over your panties. he gasped when you moved your other hand from between your legs to pull your shirt up tits falling out.Â
he had seen you naked a few times completely accidentally of course, not that he didnât keep the image in his head permanently. one time when he walked into the bathroom while you were changing before turning around swiftly and attempting to avert his eyes while you cursed him out. it was your fault for not locking the door.Â
or when johnnyâs frat had a pool party and your swimsuit came untied during a game of chicken. nipples hard and perked from the cool water and right in front of his face. he recalls the embarrassment that flooded your face when you realized before your hands covered up quickly. he had jerked off later to the thought of fucking your tits.Â
he remembers how he couldnât get your cute nipples off his brain for like a week after. it pissed him off how you walked around the house braless, nipples pointed right in his face. you were also the bane of his existence you were so annoying and difficult, but so fucking hot but you pissed him off with your bratty attitude.Â
but he loved the way you scolded him and grabbed and pulled his hair when he went too far, or when you yelled at him and called him names with an angry tone in your voice and pout on your lips all because he had spoiled the new season of stranger things.Â
he shook his head before pressing his palm to his face and moving his glasses to rub his eyes. he should turn it off. there's no going back if he keeps watching, but he just couldnât look away. he had to make a decision and he did, taping the full-screen icon in the corner, turning off his car, and sitting back to watch.Â
he wished it was his hand pinching your nipples, making you sigh and bite your lip. he was too busy staring at them to notice you press a button on your toy before pressing it to your clit and grinding against it. his eyes trailed down when he noticed the movement. he felt his mouth water when the darkness grew in your panties.
you had to stop yourself from letting the feeling take over, wanting to be filled up before you came. you pulled your toy away and moved your hand from your nipples to pull your panties to the side. you could feel how sticky and wet you were. you wished it was someone else between your legs a warm body fucking you open.Â
haechanâs mouth fell open with your pussy on display. he watched your hole flutter just begging to be filled up. he could feel his cock pressing against his jeans as you slid the toy between your folds leaning your head back against the couch. it was smaller than him from what he could tell. why was he even comparing his dick to his least favorite roommate's dildo?Â
his mind was just playing horny tricks on him while you were using one hand to pull your panties aside and the other to slip your blue toy into your cunt. haechan watched your mouth open and eyes close. somewhere in the back of his perverted mind, he wished the camera had sound.
he watched in delight when he saw your toes curling against the cushions and your hand speeding up between your thighs. you took it so well spreading your legs wider and mouth hanging open. he knew you sounded good and he could practically hear you whining. he jumped when your eyes met his through the screen he could swear you could see him watching.Â
he needed to shut his phone off and throw it out his car window but he also wanted you to know he was watching like a nasty peeping tom. he kept watching the way your eyes glazed over, your hips rutting up to meet your flicking wrist.Â
he didnât realize but he had started grinding against his hand pressed between his legs. he felt so fucking pathetic in the library parking lot unzipping his jeans and pulling his cock out. and anyone walking by could see his windows werenât nicely tinted but cheaply tinted and that just made it more exhilarating.Â
he continued staring at his phone jerking his terribly hard cock in his fist whining wantonly in the quiet car. he tried to match his fist with yours, bringing his hand to the tip when you pulled out before pressing back into your cunt and he would fuck up into his own fist. he felt his forehead growing sweaty and he watched you slide deeper into the couch, knees bending harshly and pressing into your chest.Â
you looked so desperate thrusting your hips up and your brow furrowed concentrating on your incoming orgasm. haechan was wondering if you were close because god he already was briefly removing his hand to spit in his palm and coat his aching cock.
he looked up for a second sensing movement to his right, watching some group of guys walk by his car not noticing the movement right under their noses. it only made him harder if that was possible reaching down grabbing his balls squeezing tightly making him hold his breath.Â
his eyes focused back on you but you were slowing down and he was hoping you werenât stopping. were you into edging like johnny had told him? he watched intently massaging his balls breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth waiting for your next move.Â
you pulled the toy out of your cunt and he whined when a wet glob of slick dripped out not to mention the wetness coating the toy that you were bringing back to your lips. he brought his hand back to grip his dick, holding the base and pressing it down between his legs before letting it slap up against his stomach with a hiss, while you cleaned off your toy.Â
he watched you stand up and slip your panties off your legs, what he wouldnât do to steal those and shove them down his throat? maybe he could sneak them from your dirty laundry.Â
you turned around bending over the back of the couch making him whine, a perfect view of your ass bent at the best angle, cunt still glistening below your tight asshole. his glasses were slipping down his nose from sweat but he didnât care especially when you brought your toy to rub over your pussy. smearing your slick over your holes making a wet sticky mess that he would die to clean up.Â
heâd started thrusting into his fist again trying to be patient and slow like you were. bringing the toy to press against your rim while your head turned hoping to catch a glimpse of your taut hole being teased. he watched you push the limit seeing the way your toes curled when you tried pushing in dry, your cunt clenching at the pressure above.Â
you whimpered but he wouldnât know that just watched the way you bit your lip before bringing the toy to your cunt and pressing in fully arching your back when you had buried it fully between your legs. he stared at the way your thighs flexed and met the base of your toy as it filled you up.Â
he could even see drool starting to fall from your open mouth. he wanted to hold back and wait to cum but you just looked so delicious he couldnât help his hand speeding up. his whines raised in pitch as he pumped his girth it definitely was not as good as your pussy probably felt.Â
his own pleasure was distracting him, making his eyes close and he had to practically pry them open to watch you again. he didnât know how close you were, only you did.Â
if he had noticed the way your head fell forward on the cushions and legs tried to squeeze together and wrist flicking lazier. he would have known but he didnât. he didnât see it coming when you came with a silent cry, legs tightening, ass shivering. he didnât realize until you were cumming. hadnât heard you whimper âiâm gonna cum.â into your palm.Â
he came with you completely accidentally, pulling his hand away too late, cum already spurting out before he could stop it, hips twitching along with his dick. he whimpered bringing his hand back to milk his cock, thick cum leaking onto his sweatshirt sleeve, and steering wheel. an embarrassing amount pooled on his stomach as his breathing evened out.Â
bringing his attention back to his phone he watched you pull the toy from your cunt another thick gush of slick dripped down hitting the couch below you. he hoped you didnât do the considerate thing and clean it up but he knew you would.Â
you laid the toy beside you bringing your fingers between your legs and toes curling when you made contact with your swollen cunt. his mouth watered when you dipped your fingers in to collect the juices and lifted it to your mouth to suck them clean.Â
once you both had caught your breath he dug around in his glove box for napkins swiping at the drying cum on his sweatshirt and steering wheel. you were cleaning up your own mess and he left his phone open catching a glimpse of your wobbly legs when you got up.Â
eventually he closed his phone, guilt taking over him, he just watched his roommate get off. it definitely wasnât the first time or the last so the feeling drifted away quickly. the idea of installing a camera in your room even crossed his sick and twisted mind but he knew that was too far.Â
he was tucking his softening length into his pants when a banging at his window startled him looking up to see shotaro and yangyang banging on the glass. he clutched his chest after swiftly zipping his jeans before unlocking the doors and they got in.Â
âwhat are you doing bombarding me during my meditation?â
âyou said you were leaving like 30 minutes ago, the fuck are you still doing here?â yangyang questioned from the back seat.Â
âdidnât you have some meeting or something?â shotaro questioned with a smile.
âshit,â he did have a meeting at the caf about a group project that he was now almost 20 minutes late for.Â
âdid you get distracted or something your car smells like you fucked?â yangyang said laughing as he leaned forward between the two front seats.Â
âand if i did youâd be jealous so i canât talk about it.âÂ
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despite having watched you cum in the living room via camera nothing about your dynamic changed. that was something haechan was good at distancing his peeping adventures and the people he actually peeped on. he didnât find it awkward to be around them later even after seeing their most intimate moments. he did steal a pair of your dirty panties though but you didnât seem to notice yet, at least that he was aware.Â
and just as expected he did watch you again not even a week later a notification lighting up his phone hoping again to find the ice cream culprit but to see you swinging your legs open bringing some type of purple wand vibrator between your legs in the most erotic way. head dropping back as you upped the vibrations, stomach tensing when you pulled the toy away, hips canting up to chase the feeling. Â
he snuck off to the bathroom of his job and came while he set his phone up on the sink and watched himself in the mirror.Â
it seemed to be almost like clockwork. you waited until you were sure everyone was out and youâd slip into the living room spreading out with some toy or your fingers and going to town. and like clockwork, haechan would open his phone as if on cue to see you putting on a show for him and heâd grip his cock and jerk off. able to cum when he started recognizing when you were close.Â
he did save all the videos using them later in his room late at night humping his pillow, or early in the morning in the shower even getting bold enough to leave his door open hoping you would hear his whimpers and come stare at him while he came to his stockpile of footage.Â
he had even started carrying his ipad around with him so he could watch both cameras he had set up in the living room. using the larger screen to view the camera on the dvd shelf directly in front of where you would usually sit and his phone for the wide angle in case you decided to change positions.Â
he looked like some crazy hacker sneaking off to the back seat of his car setting up his devices. somewhere along the lines he bought another flesh light to keep in his car. he may or may not have searched for a pocket pussy that resembled yours at least from what he could tell.Â
he would try to mimic the positions you were in, leaning back when you would ride a toy, fantasizing about you riding him, or rising to his knees leaning over to hump into the sticky silicone hole when you would bend over the couch.Â
he sadly still hadnât caught his ice cream thief even though the ice cream was still being eaten by someone he just either didnât see the notification or they were way too quick with their hands.Â
heâd also visited kun again. this time asking about the sound for the cameras. giving some story about his friendsâ roommates talking shit about them and wanted to know what about.Â
he felt like a kid on christmas when thee mics came in, installing them quickly and testing their quality. hoping to all the gods, that he knew wouldnât let him into heaven at this point, that you would be desperate and needing to get off that very day so he could verify the sound quality. he wrote it off as trying to figure out if he could hear a wrapper when someone was at the fridge, not that he wanted to hear your whining and moaning.Â
and by some stroke of luck you did get desperate and by a double stroke of luck you had plans that night. plans that included two large cocks filling you up so you needed to prep of course and haechan didnât even know the show that was accidentally in store for him.Â
he watched on, intently as you slowly with slick fingers dipped past your tight rim. he gawked at the way you whimpered when you curled your fingers inside of you. his airpods werenât enough somehow and he hurriedly dug through his bag for his noise canceling headphones.Â
when they connected he swore he could cum from the surround sound of your cries. he paid extra attention to each movement the way your voice changed or cracked when you added a finger. scissoring inside of your opening your warm walls, what he wouldnât give to be inside of them himself.Â
âjust a little more,â you slurred before pressing a third finger inside of you, back arching into the fullness. you were talking yourself through it whimpering and moaning, biting your lip in concentration.Â
he was starting to regret not exiting the library and at least hiding in a bathroom stall, now he was stuck in the back corner of the british history section on the third floor with a hard on and live porn on his phone.Â
but he didnât stop or even make a move, continuing to watch you stretch yourself the audio proving to be the best investment since the cameras. each little sigh was picked up on the mic he had cleverly placed next to the couch.Â
it was getting hard both literally and figuratively to not whip out his cock and jerk off behind some dusty textbooks. so he pressed his hand against his crotch hissing at the contact and grinding slightly into his palm.Â
he tilted his head back against the wall, eyes widening and bringing his phone closer when you started pulling your fingers from your hole. your empty rim clenched, almost begging to be filled again.Â
âfuck,â you choked, reaching around beside you to grip your large plug pushing yourself up to grab your lube. haechan watched curiously seeing you squeeze a large amount onto the glass toy.Â
you wondered if the boys you were going to see would call you pretty when they bent you over and saw the pretty flower pressed into your hole stretching you out. you shivered in anticipation, fingers moving to grip the base bringing it to your rim and sinking it slowly inside. you tried to go slow but the bulb felt so good stretching you out so you thrust backwards groaning at the stretch.Â
haechan can hear you loud and clear and itâs going straight to his cock before he realizes heâs rutting his hips rubbing himself against his hand. watching desperately as you fuck yourself with the pretty plug.Â
he had gotten used to your toy collection finding you far more experimental than he ever imagined, from dildos to vibrators and wands and now plugs. he wondered what all you had in your little treasure chest hidden in your room somewhere. he began to believe all the stories he had heard considering you surprised him each time he caught you.Â
his brows tilt up in confusion when you slow your movements letting the plug settle between your cheeks. you're breathing slowly resting your head on the arm of the couch before you get up, grabbing the lube and going down the hall. he waits for a few seconds then a minute before you return to clean up the spot you occupied before.Â
you werenât stopping right? you hadnât even cum you always came at least once. he recalled the time you had continued holding a vibrator to your clit until you were shaking and crying unsure of how many times you had actually released but the slick puddle glistening underneath you told him enough.Â
he waits patiently watching his phone but you donât reappear and his cock is hard and needy, twitching in his pants. he groans head hitting the wall behind him dropping his phone against his leg next to the outline of his dick. he tries to think of turn offs but truly he didnât have many and whatever he thought of led him back to something that turned him on.Â
now he was left in the british history section with blue balls and flushed cheeks trying to decide what to do. he wondered what you were doing walking around the house still naked with a plug stretching your ass. so he did what he knew to do. text you.Â
evil roommate
what are you doing tonight?
he stared at his phone waiting for something, seeing your phone light up where it set on the coffee table. he watched you pick it up rolling your eyes and for some reason it made him more interested in you.Â
y/n
why does it matter?
he smirked at your response still peeking at the mini screen in the corner of his phone watching you sit back on the couch position oddly reminiscent of the first time he watched you. knees bent and legs spread just enough for him to view your glistening cunt and the glass base peeking out between your cheeks.Â
evil roommate
just wondering? maybe i have plans or something?
he waited for you to see the notification not ignoring the way your fingers danced between your legs to collect the cream spilling from your cunt.Â
y/n
well i wonât be home if thatâs what you mean?
his eyebrow raised. if you were going to study or out with your friends you would just say that not beat around the bush. he got distracted though when your fingers circled your clit lazily. it felt more intimate for some reason. the fact that he was talking to you and watching you.Â
evil roommate
:( not staying cooped up in your room all night?
your fingers sped up wetness being spread around your soft pussy. you rolled your eyes wishing haechan would just shut up. you knew you couldnât cum yet johnny had already made explicit rules but he didnât say you couldnât edge yourself.Â
y/n
i donât want to be witness to whatever weird âplansâ you have
he grinned, if only you knew. his plans consisted of watching videos of you and busting as many nuts as possible. if you werenât home he would be able to sneak in and steal another pair of panties. he breathed deeply thinking of your smell that was so close but so far away. recalling how hard he had cum when he had stolen them before. fabric shoved in his mouth, your taste lingering on his tongue. the panties between his teeth silenced his loud whine when his eyes rolled back and legs started shaking. god he needed to stop his mind from wandering; he was just getting harder.Â
evil roommate
how do you know i have weird plans? when have i ever done anything weird at our house?
you stopped, lifting your sticky fingers to your mouth as you read your phone. he watched you furrow your brows and type back quickly.Â
y/n
when have you done anything normal? just donât do your plans in my room i like cleanliness.Â
evil roommate
seriously what are you doing though
y/n
itâs none of your beeswax
evil roommate
going to meet up with johnny or yuta? or both?
his lips twitch when he sees your eyes widen when you read the message. he could read you like a book, confirming his suspicions. not only were the guys' stories most likely true but you were going to meet up with both of them to get your back blown out. haechan wanted to be a fly on whatever wall got to witness that scene. he watches you squirm and shuffle around typing and deleting and typing and deleting a response.Â
evil roommate
what embarrassed? cat got your tongue?
you rolled your eyes, biting your lip while you thought of a response. he was right but he didnât need to know that. you didnât want you sex crazed roommate having any intimate information about your sex life let alone what you did with johnny or yuta.Â
y/n
itâs literally none of your business if iâm seeing anyone or no one. but fyi johnny invited me over to see the movie heâs been working on for his final
that was technically true. johnny was working on a film for a final, he had been talking about it for a while. and you were going to view some sort of media he had filmed before. whether you were in it or not was none of haechanâs business. yuta also happened to be invited, johnny had been teasing the final cut of a tape he had made with you. sadly jaehyun was out of town for some away game. you were half happy and sad, happy you wouldnât have a dick in every hole but sad you wouldnât have a dick in every hole by the end of the night.Â
haechan knew what you were talking about. johnny had been filming a documentary since the beginning of the semester. he didnât fully believe you unless you were going to do that and then get dicked down during or after.Â
evil roommate
okay fine just wondering what if i wanted to spend the evening with my most favorite housemate :)
you breathed out a laugh as if you were his favorite roommate. he knew he was your least favorite. you much preferred his friends being over eating your food and being loud to him just staying in his room.Â
y/n
yeah⌠you have the whole house to yourself to fuck whatever and whoever you should be happy just make sure the clean up after :)
he grinned to himself thinking of sitting in the very spot you were sitting completely naked on the couch. and he would take you up in that and fuck whatever and whoever while he was home alone. and he would watch videos of you while he did. maybe even connect his hdmi to the living room tv get your pretty pussy on the big screen.Â
you closed your phone, dropping it on the cushion beside you before getting up, mood ruined by haechanâs pestering. haechan watched the way your ass bounced as you walked down the hall to your room.Â
he closed his phone too. finally getting up grabbing his bag and stalking to the bathrooms locking the stall and finally getting the release you unknowingly withheld from him.Â
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he paid extra attention to wake up earlier the next day despite his tiresome late night activities, and watch you come home. taking care to see any signs of hard sex, bruises, hickies, or even a limp.Â
but when you came home and he was sitting on the couch eating cereal he didnât particularly notice which made him question all his conclusions from the day before. maybe you had just gone to johnnyâs to watch his film and maybe u just liked wearing a butt plug around.Â
you didnât talk to him when you got home heading straight for your room not even sparing him a glance as he stared at you searching for something.Â
he stayed on the couch for most of the day and into the evening playing tears of the kingdom to no end. not even noticing jaemin coming and going or karina complaining about some project she hasnât started and needing to camp out at the library.Â
you eventually joined him in the living room giving in to his pestering to show you the new game you had been waiting to play. he talked way too much about all the new features that didnât completely make sense but you listened anyway and watched him die by bokoblinâs.Â
his eyes caught sight of your neck when your shirt collar shifted seeing a bite mark hidden on your left breast. maybe his theories were correct, but his suspicions were distracting him, causing him to die once again.Â
his lack of skill in the new game had you laughing but also frustrated you, eventually grabbing the controllers and trying your hand but dying just as fast as he did. blaming it on his shitty weapons or lack of hearts.Â
âtold you,â he said, smirking as he leaned back in his chair when you died once more, eyes drifting to your wrist noticing raised skin reminiscent of rope burn. thoughts wandering to what you looked like tied up.Â
âis this harder than breath of the wild or am i just rusty?â
âdefinitely both but you suck at breath of the wild too.â
âshut up!â you squealed faux throwing the controller at his head making him duck.Â
âwait let me show you this video.â he pulled out his phone, pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. âsome dude used the building materials and built this walking stick man with a flamethrower for his dick.â he laughed, scrolling through his camera roll to find the video. he held the phone to your face and you watched on, laughter filling the room.Â
you grabbed the phone from his hand replaying the video watching the awkward wooden creation blast across the screen with a flame shooting from its lower half. your laughter faded turning into a face of confusion when you tapped the screen to rewind seeing the video thumbnails surrounding that one.Â
âwhat the fuck is this lee donghyuck!?â tapping the arrow in the corner, the screen filled with various thumbnails and many of you sitting in the very room you occupied now.Â
âoh not the government name,â he chuckled as he leaned forward to see what you were talking about the color draining from his face when you began playing a video, the static sound coming from his phone.Â
âwhat the actual fuck is this.â you shrieked, shoving the phone in his face and he looked like he was about to be sick. the video clip he had saved, one of you sitting in the exact chair he was sitting on, fingers drilling into yourself as you came with a cry.Â
âyouâve been filming me?â you were oddly calm in his opinion but his mind was racing trying to come up with something to say while his mouth was suddenly dry.Â
he had always fantasized about being caught during one of his escapades but that had never actually happened. and now that you were glaring at him asking him questions and his stomach was dropping to his ass.Â
âi asked you a question you fucking freak.â
âlet me explain.â
âexplain what? that youâre a fucking pervert who secretly films his roommate?â you shrill standing up and staring daggers down at him.Â
âi was trying to figure out who was stealing my ice cream.â he said shyly realizing how fucking stupid he sounded bringing his fingers to fiddle with the hem of his shorts.Â
âoh my god you fucking idiot. no one wants your fucking ice cream. you set up cameras and didnât tell us? you know thatâs illegal? are you fucking stupid or just dumb or both?â haechan peered up at you avoiding eye contact but trying to pay attention. his face felt hot and embarrassment flooded him with each passing second.Â
âi didnât.â he paused, looking up at you through his lashes. âdidnât think it was a big deal since itâs like a common area. i didnât mean to watch you but-â he paused looking down between his legs. you laughed down at him tossing his phone on the table between the couch and chair where he sat.Â
âbut what?â you questioned bringing your fingers to push his forehead back so he would meet your eyes. haechan was trying his hardest not to get hard knowing you could literally call the cops on him but you looked so hot glaring at him from above. he didnât know that you were just as perverted as him, planning out how to punish him.Â
âi- it was an accident. the first time. really i swear.â he stared up at you, his hands raised in defense trying to make you believe him.Â
âthen why did you save it? you were getting off to me werenât you? fucking freak.â your words stung but went straight to his growing cock. he didnât want to answer hoping his silence was enough.Â
âwere you?â
âyes,â he whispered, before bringing his lips between his teeth.Â
âhow many times?âÂ
âi- i dunno.â he was being honest he lost track of the amount of times he had watched you. he knew it was more than 10 and probably less than 30 but he wasnât totally sure.Â
âhow long have you been doing it?â he tried to look away again, searching for an answer like it would appear in front of him. but you grabbed his face squeezing his cheeks in your hand making him look at you.Â
âmaybe more than a month i - i canât - donât remember.â he stumbled over his words before you released his face but only to bring your hand back slapping his cheek. and he whined he fucking whined, raising his hand to rub at the reddening flesh.Â
âremember better then.â
âokay it was the day yang and taro came over and we ate all that pizza and you got mad at us because we spilled garlic sauce on your lit book. but we blamed taro so you wouldnât be as mad since you like him but it was really yangyang that spilled it.â the confession came bubbling out like he was a volcano ready to erupt.Â
âhaechan, that was over 2 months ago.â you sigh almost mocking him. âso you have been watching me everytime?â he nodded slightly.Â
âeverytime?â you repeated.Â
âif i couldnât watch it live i would save it and watch it when i could,â he confessed. something about the thought of him being so into it he would save it for later made you clench around nothing.Â
âdid you cum too?â you could practically hear him gulp when you leaned down coming face to face with him. he didnât answer, just attempted to avoid eye contact. âi fucking asked if you came while you watched me?â
âi couldnât help it,â he stuttered.Â
âyou know youâre fucking disgusting right?â you questioned bringing your hand to his face again rubbing over the red cheek before slapping it again. he hissed this time hips jumping up.Â
âa disgusting little pervert and you're getting off now arenât you?â you brought your other hand to hover over his crotch before firmly gripping his length making him curse under his breath.Â
âyou know i should call the police, the dean, file a report, get you kicked out of school at the least.â he nodded below you as you grazed his cheek with one hand and squeezed your other around his length.Â
âthat wouldnât be as fun though.â you smiled when you lifted a leg to straddle him. his breathing sped up when he felt you rest your warmth fully on his lap. he wanted to buck his hips into you, rut into your fist for some relief.Â
âiâm going to watch you now, and your little cameras in here are going to record it. then youâre going to save it and send it to me. got it?â
he nodded, his hair bouncing on his forehead before you leaned back, removing your hands from his face and clothed cock. he quickly moved his hands from his side, fiddling with his waistband to pull his cock out.Â
ânuhuh,â you stopped him. âi didnât say i was gonna watch you get yourself off, did i?â he shook his head. âyou think you deserve to touch yourself after thatâs all youâve been doing when you watch me?â
âiâm not going to let you have the joy of picking a toy, obviously.â you grinned, head tilting. âbut what is your favorite? if youâve been watching me iâm sure youâre familiar with them.â his eyes widen and scan the content in his mind focusing in on certain toys heâs seen you use.Â
âthe purple one.â he says, picturing the small purple wand he had seen you many times and it always left you gushing. you raised an eyebrow, immediately knowing what toy he was talking about. you lifted yourself off of him walking around his chair and down the hall without a word.Â
he tried to steady his breathing and prepare himself for whatever you had in store. he was also insanely relieved you hadnât immediately called the police to report him. he heard your door open and shut and your feet pat down the hall and behind him.Â
he gasped when he felt a cool medal on his right wrist, he turned quickly eyes shaking just as you closed a cuff around his wrist. he just stared as you yanked his other arm over his head and tightened the other cuff around it, securing his hands together before letting his arms fall in front of him and land on his lap.Â
heâd been cuffed before usually at his own volition or with this guy from his biochem class but that fizzled out a year or more ago. never by a hot girl like you who was about to punish him. you finally stood in front of him, light purple wand in one hand.Â
âyour perverted little mind is probably running a mile a minute.â you were right he wanted to know what you were going to do to him, if his camera was getting all of this.Â
âstand up.â he tried to as quick as he could but his legs wobbled but he did it. you faced him and grabbed the chain that connected his hands pulling him to the couch where you had been sitting before releasing him and tugging his shorts down in one swift movement. he hissed when his cock made contact with the cool air and slapped the chain that connected his wrists.Â
âaww arenât you cute,â you lilted, kneeling in front of him staring at his leaking cock before flicking the head with your finger making him jerk forward. he didnât have a chance to regain balance before you pushed him back on the couch with a thud. he squirmed on the leather seat cock bobbing between his legs precum beading at the slit.Â
âyou really are a freak,â you smiled, lifting the toy admiring the familiar ridges that left you quivering. you held it beside his own cock admiring aching member. haechanâs cock was what you would call pretty, plush red tip, subtle veining, not too long and just slightly thicker than average. it seemed to hang heavy between his supple thighs.Â
âwhy do you like this one?â you ask, tilting your head curiously looking at him from between his legs. heâd dreamt of you between his legs but not while he was handcuffed and you were scolding him, more of you between his legs choking on his cock.Â
âuh, i, you,â he paused, leaning his head back and closing his eyes, taking a deep breath. âyou, i watched you use it.â
âoh really? of course you have. what havenât you seen at this point.â you roll your eyes flicking your wrist to tap against his lower stomach with the tip of the toy to bring his attention back to you.Â
âyou, you looked so hot. you always look hot, but you use this one so much,â he whispered. his words made heat pool between your legs. the idea of him watching you cum over and over, none the wiser to his viewing. if you had known you might have been more deliberate with your actions.Â
âdid you like that? did watching me get you all hard?â you cooed bringing your fingers to circle the head of his cock collecting the precum spreading it around. he hummed staring down at the movement between his legs. âi bet you came in your pants like a stupid bitch.â your words were shooting to his cock, twitching when before you flicked the head again making his legs shake.Â
âi loved it. i love it.â he whimpered.Â
âhowâd you touch yourself?â you cocked a brow at him waiting for his response. youâd never gotten off on dominating someone always preferring to be the one getting dominated, but you could feel your panties dampening with each reaction, sound, and bob of his cock.Â
âi was at work.â he started licking his lips. âi uh, it wasnât busy. i went to the employee bathrooms. you were still, you werenât using it yet. you were sitting here and fingering yourself. your pussy was so wet, i wanted to taste you so bad.â he paused again taking a breath. âput my phone on the sink so i could watch you but then i kept seeing myself in the mirror. watched you and watched myself when i came. came so hard watching you. fucking pussy was so wet you were fucking dripping. wanted to be in you. came so hard and so much, made a mess. got in trouble for being gone for so long but it was worth it.â he finished finally making eye contact with you.Â
you hoped he didnât notice how turned on he was making you. the way he spoke about you in such a filthy way. you didnât see haechan, your obnoxious annoying roommate in front of you, but donghyuck, the loser you met your first year who was awkward and shy and not so secretly harboring a perverted feelings for you.Â
âyou are fucking pathetic.â you raised your voice using the toy that was still in your hand to tap along his clothed stomach and up his chest. he keened when the toy brushed his nipples through the fabric of his sweatshirt.
he knew you knew about how sensitive his nipples were. it was just common knowledge in your circle everyone picked on haechan for it, pinching and tweaking his nipples to make him scream. no one knew that it made his cock hard though, of course now you would know.Â
âi am,â he confirmed, biting his lip when you laughed at his squirming.Â
âat least youâre aware.â you paused, dropping the toy in the his lap and bringing your fingers to unzip his sweatshirt. he was glad he didnât wear anything beneath offering you easy access to his nipples. he whined when your skin finally met his, the teasing touches felt like electricity sparking on his chest.Â
âiâm so fucking pathetic,â he groaned when you tweaked his nipples, pinching the buds between your soft fingers, nails pressing into the pebbled skin. you laughed tauntingly at him, something about the way he called himself pathetic was so hot.Â
âi bet youâre glad i caught you, right? you were waiting and hoping for it. this is all your perverted little fantasies coming true. you should be thanking me.â there was spit pooling in his mouth, he felt dumb already, with how you were looking up at him an evil glint in your eyes and a teasing lilt in your tone.Â
âthank you, fuck.â he paused when you let your hand roam lower, one staying on his left nipple the other tickling lightly over his stomach. âthank you so much.â
you grabbed the toy again pressing the well worn button the sound of vibrations filled the space between you and haechanâs eyes widened. you moved the toy to tap against his nipple making him keen and fold into himself whines sliding up his throat.Â
âyouâre so sensitive,â you coo at his reaction. switching the toy swiftly to the neglected nipple, making him squirm. you could help but laugh at how pathetic he looked squirming in front of you begging to stop but also asking for more his cock was throbbing precum slipping out with each pulse.Â
âitâs - fuck- âs too much,â he mewled pitifully, legs quivering.Â
âaww sorry, is it too much for you,â you teased lifting the toy from his nipple as he nodded.Â
âmaybe this will help,â you offered, upping the vibrations before bringing the buzzing device between his legs touching the head of his cock. his eyes flew open as he groaned and writhed.Â
âplease, y/n, oh god,â he strained the veins in his neck and lower stomach appearing under his skin.Â
âplease what?â his hands were trying to separate but the chain didnât let them so he opened and closed his fists tightly fully overwhelmed.Â
âiâm gonna cum oh god,â he cried, jerking his hips to rub against the buzzing toy.Â
âwe canât have that, can we,â you teased, pulling the toy away swiftly, making him whimper.Â
âplease.â he sounded like he was sobbing now as his head hung down.Â
âdo you really think it would be that easy?â you asked bringing the still buzzing toy back to his nipples his stomach tensed warm pleasure flooding him again.Â
âiâm sorry, fuck, so sorry,â he cried, bucking his hips up off the couch. you smirked at him turning up the toy again with a simple click. âplease donât iâll cum.â
âyouâll cum just from your nipples?â your curiosity might just get the best of you when he nodded weakly.Â
âno way,â you teased excitedly, eager to see if he was telling the truth. you used your other hand to squeeze and pinch the untouched bud.Â
âcanât take it,â he whimpered, giving up to the tightening in his stomach so close to letting go.Â
âcum then, little pervert,â that was all he needed, the degrading name going straight to unravel the knot in his stomach. his hips jerked hot cum spurting out of his cock as you looked on in awe. his body was hot and buzzing, cum painting his chest.Â
âgood boy.â you smiled, pulling the toy away and turning it off dropping it somewhere beside him. you dipped your fingers over his stomach collecting his cum before smearing it on his cheeks. he stuck his tongue out chasing your fingers. you scoffed slapping your sticky hand across his messy cheek.Â
âfuck,â he whimpered as you stood up in front of him, reaching to pat his head and brush the hair from his face. you didnât realize how sweaty he had gotten, strands of hair sticking to his skin and his glasses were slightly foggy as he was catching his breath.
âiâm still not done with you. wouldnât it be so much fun to just leave you sitting here cock out, cum on your chest, and handcuffed. your little camera, wherever it is, to record you.â his eyes went wide, shaking his head furiously.Â
âno no no what if jaemin or karina come home. no please,â he begged, whimpering up at you.Â
âthen they would point and laugh at you, but you would like that too fucking perv.â you lifted your hands to pull your own shirt over your head seeing the boysâ adamâs apple bob as he made eye contact with your tits.Â
âfuck me,â he murmured, eyeing the bite marks that littered your chest.Â
âisnât it better to see the real thing, in person? not through your shitty camera.â you told him as your own fingers now touched your nipples pulling and tugging at the buds. you felt more excited watching his reaction the way his eyes scanned as you toyed with your tits.Â
âso much fucking better.â he confirmed but you didnât really need him to. his hands opened and closed almost trying to reach out for you.Â
âwhere is your little camera anyways?â you said turning around looking around the room.Â
âon the dvd shelf,â he says, hanging his head. you walked over to the shelf looking between dusty cd and dvd cases. âitâs with the old psp games.â he looked back up, gawking at the site of your bare back, marks from someone or multiple someoneâs teeth littered your shoulders and neck along with a mark he again assumed was rope burn that went around your shoulders and disappeared at your back.Â
âaha,â you sounded, finally finding the small camera in the corner of the dark shelf. âas if you werenât trying to be sneaky.â you laughed waving at the camera. you turned back around to face him but you didnât move back towards him.Â
âiâm sorry,â he offered again.Â
âoh you will be. this camera is going to get the best view of me ruining you,â he groaned in response leaning back against the couch. you stalked back over to him and he looked back up at you.Â
âi think iâve decided what else to do with you and you can tell me your color. i know youâre into this but iâm not as much of a perv as you and i value consent.â you brought your hands to your hips as he nodded up at you. âgot it?â
âyes. iâm so green right now.âÂ
âumhuh.â you slipped your hands beneath your waistband slipping your shorts down and letting them pool at your ankles. haechan wanted to cry not from anything other than how hot you were like your body was sculpted by michelangelo. the real thing was so much better than the cameras.Â
âeyes up here hyuck,â the endearing nickname slipping for your mouth and settling somewhere in haechanâs tummy filling him with warmth as he looked back up into your eyes.Â
âsorry youâre just so pretty,â he gulped.Â
âi know.â you laughed, stepping forward between his legs. âi donât think you really deserve any of this for how disgusting you are. but at the same time i think you should stop fantasizing and get the real thing once right?â he nodded harshly, hair bobbing around his face. you brought one leg up, resting a foot on the arm of the couch fully trapping him with your cunt on display. his mouth was watering, your wetness glistening right in front of him he could practically taste you.Â
âyouâre not even listening.â you tutted, bringing your hand between your legs a site he was all too familiar with. you dipped your fingers between your lips collecting an obscene amount of slick with your fingers before pulling them away. you leaned in front of haechan bringing your soaked fingers to shove between his lips. he moaned around your fingers not breaking eye contact as his tongue swirled around your creamy digits.Â
âthis will help you focus, right?â you questioned, he nodded humming around your fingers. you moved your leg again this time bending to settle on his thighs again you could feel the heat radiating off of him as your skin pressed to his. his cock was just a few centimeters from being pressed against your own stomach.Â
âiâm going to ride you, and youâre going to like it, right?" he nodded, moaning again in response as your fingers fucked into his mouth. âand youâre going to make me cum. but you donât cum until i say so.â he whimpered but bobbed his head anyway.Â
âgood boy,â you praised, pulling your fingers from his mouth, spit spilling from his lips. you didnât clean your hand bringing the slippery digits to caress his cheek mixing with his cum.Â
you leaned over grabbing the toy you had teased him with earlier before slipping off his lap and settling beside him. he watched intently the way you laid back against the opposite arm of the couch and spread your legs just for him. he turned his body fully peering between your legs, cunt glistening and fluttering.Â
âi didnât say to move,â you said sternly, bringing a foot to press against his shoulder and push him back into his place before letting your leg drape over his. he neck craned to get the best view of your pussy.Â
you brought the toy between your legs sliding it over your clit circling the raised nub. you relaxed into the feeling staring at haechan who was staring between your legs, finally getting a front row seat to his favorite show.Â
âyouâre drooling.â you taunt, and he brings his connected hands to wipe at the skin around his mouth just rubbing the spit around rather than removing it.
you turned on the toy, the vibrations immediately overtaking you, the buzz spreading in your lower stomach. you whined pulling your lip between your teeth flicking your wrist pleasure washing over you. you swirled the toy as pressure built in your stomach.Â
âyouâre so fucking hot,â haechan mumbled, glancing up to see your face twist in pleasure. you watched him swipe his tongue over his lips and visibly gulp seeing the cream already dripping from between your legs.Â
you reached up grabbing his hair and pulled him to you kissing him harshly, it didnât take him long to collect himself moving his lips against yours. his hands fumbled trying to rest them around you but just tugging against each other. you continued pressing the toy between your legs whimpering against his mouth.
he moaned into you when you slipped your tongue into his mouth. he tasted like those stupid double vanilla yogurt bars he loved so much.Â
you pulled him away spit connecting your mouths as his tongue lapped up as if reaching for you. you turned off the toy tossing it beside you, gripping his hair tighter and tugging him between your legs.Â
âuse your tongue,â you whispered and he didnât need another word, tongue sliding over your clit. kitten licking at your most sensitive spot, you tasted better than he could have imagined, still reminiscent of the taste of your panties but double or tripled or whatever.Â
he leaned in deeper feeling the tug on his scalp as he lapped at your hole feeling it flutter against his wet muscle. his tongue explored every spot it could touch sucking and drinking you up. he couldnât hear you whining from the wet smacking his mouth was making as he ate you like his final meal.Â
he felt your hand pull his hair harder and your thighs shiver around his head, squeezing his glasses frame into his cheeks. he recognized the shiver as an indicator you were close so he went harder, suctioning his mouth around your clit and flicking his tongue over the bud. he was grinding down against the couch awkwardly cock already hard again grunting into your cunt.Â
your eyes rolled back as you came against his face, hips bucking, riding out your orgasm. he didnât stop until you physically pulled him away, chin shiny and lips pulled in a shy smile.Â
âyou taste so fucking good,â he looked up at you, leaning in again to lick one more long strip collecting as much slick as he could. you let go of his hair laying back to catch your breath and he stayed between your legs.Â
suddenly realizing how badly his wrists hurt pressed into the couch awkwardly beneath him. he sat up, eyes not leaving you, wanting so desperately to grab your hips and fuck his cock into your cunt.Â
finally opening your eyes looking up at him, heat in your cheeks and his hair was disheveled, glasses slipping down his nose. he was licking over his lips swiping his sleeve over his chin.Â
you sat back up and straddled him again before lifting up to your knees bringing a hand between the both of you grabbing his length and pressing it to your slippery entrance.Â
âholy fuck,â haechan groaned, staring down watching his cock slide between your folds. he could cum again just from this but he was determined to feel you wrapped around him. he felt dizzy with each swirl of your hips, your clit was swollen and puffy against his plush head.
âiâve barely done anything,â you laughed, hearing him let out a strangled gasp when you sat down in one fluid motion. you sighed feeling so full all at once and his cock was so perfect filling you up completely.Â
âyouâre fucking, holy shit, y/n.â he whined, hands grabbing for you but the chain stopping him from being able to hold your skin. he was squirming beneath you head shaking back and forth eyes closed, lashes fluttering on his cheeks. âfucking tight.âÂ
âi know, hyuck,â you said, squeezing around him using it as punctuation. you lifted your hips finally moving, letting his cock slide inside of you perfectly. he looked a mess in front of you sweat trailing down his exposed chest and hair scruffy.
your hands slide under his sleeves pushing them down before gripping his shoulders using him for leverage bringing your hips up before slamming back down. his breath was hot and heavy as he leaned up and nuzzled into your chest. his tongue hung out of his mouth like a puppy panting and begging.Â
releasing one of his shoulders you reached between you both, yanking the chain that connected his hands pulling on it to lift his hands above his head and push them against the wall pressing into his chest. he looked up at you needy and desperate fists clenching in the air.Â
âkeep them up,â you commanded, and he could only nod up at you, keeping his arms in place over his hand. this gave you more room to swivel your hips above him.Â
âgood boy, you feel so good, hyuckie,â you mewled, grinding down on him, clit pressing into his hips. he whimpered at the nickname head lulling back into your chest with a cry. his tongue stuck out again leaving wet strips against your skin he was murmuring against you but you couldnât tell what he was saying.Â
his hips were thrusting upwards, meeting your every move. his hands felt heavy above his head and he urged, to bring them around you trapping you against him but he wasnât going to break another rule.Â
âfeel so good. wanna fuck you,â he mouthed against your breast tongue searching for your nipple.Â
âyou are fucking me,â you breathed, threading a hand through his hair, the head of his cock pressing perfectly deep inside of you.Â
âno i- i know,â he paused, slurping lewdly sucking your nipple into his mouth making you gasp. âi want to fuck you.â he repeated his words came out garbled as his tongue swirled around the bud. he looked up at you mischievously batting his lashes.Â
âiâm not uncuffing you if that's what you think.â you said sternly gripping his locks and pulling his head from your chest to look down at him while your hips were bucking erratically on top of him.Â
âhurts.âÂ
âgood,â you replied with a smile that was quickly replaced with an open mouthed gasp and a tighter grip on his hair. he thrusted up into you, filling you to the brim, your walls squeezing his cock.Â
âcan i please? been fucking dreaming of your cunt.â he leaned back resting his arms on his head for some relief. âi mean literally,â he paused with a groan eyes moving down from your sticky chest to his cock disappearing into your cunt. âhaving wet fucking dreams like a loser.â
âyou are a loser and a filthy pervert. dreaming about your roommate who youâve been peeping on itâs fucking disgusting.â he reeled at your words shooting to his cock, squeezing his eyes together fending off the urge to release hot cum inside your tight hole like he had dreamed.Â
âtell me your dream.â his eyes opened glazed over with lust and desire looking at you, cheeks red and glasses fully fogged hiding the dilation of his pupils.Â
âhad you, in my bed.â he paused when you rocked particularly hard against him. âlaid down all pretty. fucking sexy, was fucking you so good. you kept crying and crying and wanting more. shit- fucked my cum into your cunt.â his words went straight between your legs stomach tightening as you clenched around his cock before you brought your fingers from his hair to his chest and already to his abused nipples.Â
âfuck oh my god youâre gonna make me cum,â he cried hands falling from his head to push against your stomach trying to stop you.Â
âyou gonna fuck your cum into my cunt?â you teased feeling your own orgasm rushing towards you. he nodded squirming at the feeling doing everything he could to stop himself. but your warm tight heat was sucking him in like a vice, he wanted so badly to bend you over ass up and fuck his cum deep into your cunt until you were full and dripping.
âthen do it,â you demanded. he stared at you as if asking for permission eyes glinting up at you with need when you nodded back at him. he wasted no time, his arms moved up and over you trapping you against his sweaty chest, hands splaying over your back and moving down to try and grip at your ass, as his hips sped up beneath you. the new angle allowing him to fill you up deeper, cock hitting you perfectly. skin smacking together moaning in unison as he pounded into you.
âiâm gonna cum, hyuck,â you whined, eyes closed as he stared up at you with determination.
âcum on my cock, fuck. gonna fill you up,â he groaned, his tongue licked against your chest again driving you over the edge with a cry and shaking legs.
âholy shit,â you mewled, letting the pleasure overtake you, grinding down on his hips in return.
âfuck youâre so fucking tight,â he whined, suddenly you not only wanted him to cum but you needed him to. bringing your fingers from his shoulders to tap your fingers down his chest and pinch at his nipples.
âfuck, y/n,â hot breath hitting your neck as he groaned. you were dancing on the edge of over sensitivity.
âcum for me, fill my cunt up, please hyuckie,â you whined, he responded with a moan and jerk of his hips letting his hot cum shoot deep inside of you.
he continued thrusting into you looking down at the white ring forming around the base of his cock as you tried to push at his hips to stop him but he had you pressed against himself.Â
âdonât wanna fucking stop, shit,â he groaned as his hips finally slowed the overstimulation spreading down his own body making his toes curl and legs shake.Â
you fell against him, head tucking into his neck as you caught your breath. his hands smoothed over your back relaxing you.Â
âgimme your hands,â you finally said breaking the silence and he lifted his arms from around you bringing them between you both.
âyou take the cameras down tomorrow,â you said sternly and he nodded. you grabbed his hands pressing a button on one cuff to unlock it before doing the other. once his hands were free he brought them back around you, grabbing your ass like he had been wishing to do before lifting you up.Â
âshh, let me,â he answered before you could protest. he laid you back against the couch before pulling out staring between your legs watching his cum slide out. he leaned down face to face with your cunt again. his fingers spreading your pussy as he leaned in to lap his own cum from your cunt. you gawked at him watching him lewdly slurp your pussy collecting every drop of your combined juices.Â
âyou really are disgusting,â he just smirked up at you from between your legs. not moving as he let his tongue roam your cunt again.
ânope,â you said pushing a hand against his head already feeling overstimulated. but he didnât really care you tasted so good and looked so good from where he sat.
âhyuck, âm sensitive,â you whimpered, protests going unnoticed as you squirmed and pulled on his hair.
âjust taste so good,â he mumbled, hands reaching to grab your thighs he so desperately wanted to grip earlier. he felt unrestricted this time hands kneading your skin feeling the goosebumps rise.
âtoo much,â you whined when he suckled your clit into his mouth. he tried to hold back a smile peaking up at you through his frames, eyes shut tight, lip pulled between your teeth, pretty face twisted in pleasure.
he couldnât get enough lapping at your hole still tasting himself mixing with you. just reaffirming that he had really fucked you it wasnât some fever dream. he fucked you and made you cum twice and came in your pretty pussy.
âso fucking good. just stay still,â he groaned into you vibrating against your cunt making your legs shake around him.
âso hard, âs too much, hyuck,â you whimpered, your other hand had moved up to grip your breast while the other stayed pulling at his locks.
âjust one more, baby,â he smiled, leaning back to admire the way your cunt was gushing all over again before settling back placing kisses over your lips and clit. he moved one of the hands holding you down rest just above the action where he was fucking his tongue into you. his fingers swirled over your clit making you whine.
âsound so pretty. even better in person,â he chuckled, the pleasure was bubbling in your stomach all over again.
he watched you shiver knowing you were close he moved his fingers and suctioned his mouth around your clit flicking his tongue over the swollen bud listening to your whine and whimper was music to his ears.
âcum,â he said releasing for a moment before diving back between your legs slurping at your cunt. you couldnât hold it back legs shivering around his face again, crying into your palm as you came.
âgood girl,â he said between licks, he finally pulled away when the tugging on his hair got to be too much. you laid there catching your breath staring up at the ceiling.
âyouâre pussy is like the most perfect creation, swear to god,â he said rather seriously taking you from your empty day dream to look over at him admiring the space between your legs. he glanced up at you making quick eye contact before watching your still fluttering hole. your head felt full and foggy but also empty and numb.
âwould you sit on my face.â
âno more,â you said sitting up to push him off.
âmaybe like tomorrow,â he asked with a smirk.
âshut up,â you groaned moving your legs from around him and rolling off the couch. wobbling on your feet he lifted a hand to slap your ass playfully, you whined cuffs in one hand and toy in the other before walking down the hall. he watched you patter to your room listening for the door.Â
âwanna play more zelda,â he called when he got off the couch, legs equally as shaky.Â
âyeah in like thirty minutes,â you called back making him smile.Â
before long you were both back together on the couch, cleaned up and somewhat put together sitting beside each other sharing his double vanilla yogurt ice cream and bickering back and forth about the gameplay.Â
âcan i put one in your room?â haechan asked when the conversation had lulled. you sat up staring daggers into him.Â
âhave you learned nothing?âÂ
âif i say no will you do that again?â he smirked over at you.Â
âgod you really are sick in the head.â
âi love it when youâre mean to me,â he said, tilting his head to tease you.Â
âprobably a little too much donât you think?â you asked, rolling your eyes and leaning back.Â
âa normal amount for a perverted fuck like me,â you laughed at him eyes drifting back to the screen when he unpaused and started to play again. the room was somewhat quiet until he offered you tips and tried to tell you what he was doing in the game.Â
your mind was drifting similarly to the way his did earlier. the idea of having him watch you but knowing this time was arousing all over again. you thought to the camera that was still in the room that had recorded the two of you fucking not even an hour earlier. you wondered what it would be like if there was a camera in his room that you could watch. catching him jerking off at his desk or humping his pillow or having a wet dream about god knows what.Â
âyou can put one in my room but only if i get to put one in your room,â his jaw dropped, not expecting you to agree and add delicious stipulations.Â
âare you fucking serious,â he said, as link fell from a sky island to his death.Â
âyes, but donât be weird about it. weâre not making this weird,â you said gesturing between the two of you and whatever this relationship was. âalso no watching if thereâs someone else involved.â
âdeal,â he raised his hand for a shake of agreement, he tried to seem casual but his mind was running a marathon at all the prospects.Â
âsince youâre being so generous, will you tell me whoâs been eating my ice cream?â he said tipping the popsicle stick to you, you laughed over at him.Â
âshotaro.â you responded with a glint in your eyes.
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If i tell you how many time i have read Chain... I needed more from this characters, thank you neopuppy for this gift, chef kiss as always
Arcade (M)


pairing. Jeno x female reader
genre. hmm whatâs all this then? anywayâŚâŚ smut, M/F, pwp
warnings. vaginal/backdoor unprotected rough sex, rimming, non-consented camera use, you donât have to read Switch+Chain to understand but it might help. minors DNI.
wc. 6k+
now playing. Arcade//NCT Dream
a/n: shoutout to renjunfocus⌠wherever u are out theređŤđ

Itâs hard.
Itâs been hard actually, attempting to commit to some type of relationship while living in the same household as your.. whatever he was.
First love, the man who took your virginity, your boyfriend's father.
It doesnât help that things have been really tense between you and Jeno ever since your mom refused to move out, claiming Johnny needs to compensate her for uprooting her life with false hope of a future together.
He acquires the guest room most nights, orâŚdoesnât come home, and you noticeâ you notice it every time. When he shows up the next day, neck garnished with bitten bruises poorly hidden under his collar, lips swollen red from whatever he got up to. The avoidance he graces you withâ never once meeting your gaze as he passes by on the way to his office. Itâs been about a month of this; and on top of it all your mother refuses to let you enjoy any alone time with Jeno.
âI donât approve of this.â She repeats daily, shoving between the two of you sitting together in the living room. âYou are not allowed to date this horrid insolent boy.â
Jeno canât stand it either, not helping his case with his rude and disrespectful responses, arguing back and forth with her about how this is technically his house and she can leave.
âI canât deal with your mom anymore.â He whispers. Itâs 1am, also the time your mother typically passes out after raiding Johnnyâs wine cabinet. Keeping you up later every night as you have to wait to sneak to each otherâs bedrooms. âItâs been two weeks.â
Two weeks since you fucked.. in the upstairs bathroom at Markâs house, some Saturday night kick back. Even then the two of you hadnât mentioned your.. situationship to anyone. Jenoâs friends finding it peculiar how often heâs canceled on them to hang out with his⌠whatever you are.
âWe can try a quiet activity..â you tease, tickling under his shirt.
âI canât even fuck you in my room anymore without her breathing down my neck.â Jeno scowls, pushing his nose against your forehead. âBesides, we both know how loud you get, baby.â
âIâll keep my mouth shut.â
âI have an idea,â Jeno had already brought up getting a hotel before, foregoing the thought as his bank account stared back at him looking bleak; failing to mention that his father had cut off the weekly allowance heâd become accustomed to after their blow up(you know, the one about you). âHaechan just became a keyholder at that arcade place he works at.â
âYou want to play video games, right now?â
âNo no, Iâm gonna ask him for a favor.â Jeno smiles, pulling you close to his chest. âFor us.â

âWhere are you going?â
Your foot tracks come to a halt just as you reach the front door, more dressed up than usual. Nothing much, a short velvet dress with lace trimming, something Jeno picked out from your closet without knowing who gifted it to you in the first place.
Placing your hand on your chest in mock-shock, you gasp turning to face Johnny. âOh my God, I havenât heard your voice in so longâ Iâd forgotten you even live here.â
âI remember this dress.â Johnnyâs gaze traces down, stopping at your chest for a second too long as his mouth tweaks to one side. âYou were supposed to wear itââ
âYeah.â You interrupt, reaching for the hem floating just under the jut of your buttcheek to play with. âFor our next weekend together, you said I looked pretty when I tried it on.â
âYou do,â Johnnyâs eyebrows come together, trailing down lower to your strappy heels and manicured toes. âYou look beautiful, sexy. Gorgeous as always.â
â..do you miss me?â The question comes out unexpectedly, biting down on the sides of your tongue after asking, nervously pinching your thighs together as he nods; hand running through his loose hair and tugging at the ends.
âOf course I do.â Johnny nearly smiles, the corners of his lips pointing up, none of it reaching his dark eyes continuing to stay low and avoid your face. âBut youâre going to meet my son right now, arenât you?â
âNo!â You snap to answer too fast, clearing your throat and swiping your hair back. âIâm meeting my friends.â
âYou donât have friends.â Johnny scoffs a laugh jokingly, shrugging half-apologetically. âYour mom asked me to make sure you stay away from Jeno, you know.â
âHeâs my boyâfriend..â you say hesitantly. âI think..â
âYes, you do seem to be a pair.â Johnny hums, leaning against the hallway wall. âItâs almost as if your mother wonât leave my son's side and Jeno wonât leave yours. I donât believe Iâve seen you once without him around ever since..â
âEver since we broke up?â
âWe didnât break up.â Johnnyâs fast to correct. âWe were never together, not you and I anyway.â He waves off, more sluggish in appearance now as you step closer and take in his tired expression. âI should have left you alone.â
âWhat do you meââ
âYou should get going, Jenoâs been waiting outside for a while now.â Johnny cuts you off, motioning to the front door. âProbably getting annoyed knowing him.â
âDid you ever love me?â You know you shouldnât, but Johnnyâs right; if Jenoâs not plastered to your back then your momâs hovering around with her nose deep in your business. Over the last few weeks cuddled up next to Jeno wide awake as he softly snores you canât stop your mind from spinning, asking questions you never received answers to.
âYou still have to ask?â His shoulders fall, slumping further against the wall, hooded eyes falling to his feet. âOf course I did.. I still do. I always will.â
âThen why did yoââ
âWhatâs taking so long!â Jeno busts through the front door, pausing with his knuckles turning white where he grips the handle hard enough to break off. âWhat the fuck is going on here?â
âNothing.â Johnny says casually, shoving off the wall to stand up straight. âAs we agreed to, nothing at all.â He nods in Jenoâs direction, returning to his usual stature of living without acknowledging your existence, not even a âgoodbyeâ wave before exiting the room.
Jeno grabs the crook of your elbow tugging you back into his chest hard enough to have you stumbling, gasping out of shock. âWas he talking to you?!â
âHuh? Ow! Youâre hurting me!â Tugging your arm away at the same time Jeno releases as if youâve burned off the skin off his palm sends you tumbling forward, saved by his arm swiftly coming to wrap around your waist; eyes bouncing around full of concern and confusion.
âSorry! I mean..â Jenoâs teeth grind together, softly squeezing you in his hold. âIâm sorry, didnât mean to..â
âOkay.. is everything alright?â
He frowns, ducking in to press his chin against your shoulder, eyelashes dragging down to the side as his eyes fall and lose their usual sparkle. âYeah, Iâm sorryâŚâ
âItâs okay Jeno.. letâs get going, yeah?â
âYeah yeah.â He nods, pecking your skin before moving back to get the door for you. âI didnât think he was home, swore I heard him leave earlier. Thought heâd be gone for the night fucking some whore.â
Jeno leads you to his car, missing the way you flinch at the mention of Johnnyâs reoccurring activities, still sensitive as you try to process the answer youâve been looking for.
I always will. Thatâs what Johnny said.. but there was something else.
Jenoâs driving, drumming on the steering wheel to calm his anxiety, the image of your back facing him with his fathers lazy eyes on you as you stood much too close together wonât leave his mind. Heâs sick of it really, fighting his own father for the same girl; brainstorming new ways to threaten him. Even breaking into the old manâs home office to look through his patients files for some dirt, completely illegal but what about this predicament isnât at this point.
âBack there..â you break his thoughts, clearing your throat.
âHuh?â Jeno glances, shifting his tense shoulders to relax and lean back in his seat. âBack there?â
âYour dad.. he said something, about âas we agreed toâ I think..â you say cautiously, picking at your cuticle. âDid you guys ever talk? About.. us?â
Jeno steps down on the brake abruptly, hurling your chest forward restrained by the seat belt that tightens up around you. âWhat?â
At least the lights red, you think, rubbing at your sore chest. â...Ow..â
Jeno sighs, more annoyed now, tapping the steering wheel with more aggression. âWhat the hell are you talking about?â
âThings have been weird, awkward I guess.. ever since..â
âSince he dumped you?â He sneers, pushing down on the gas pedal too hard and revving off down the street, luckily empty at this late hour.
âWe werenât together, not like.. not like how you and I are. I meanââ
âHe took advantage of you..â Jeno shakes his head, zipping through intersections without bothering to slow down or stop. âHe took advantage of you, and you let him.â
âThatâs notââ
âItâs okay.â Hitting the brakes he stops, pulling into a parking spot with ease, using one hand to steer the wheel into place. âItâs okay.â Jeno repeats again, as if to reassure himself more than anything. âMy dad, that fucking asshole..â
Pulling the shift into park, he leans back again, the back of his head slamming against the seat frustrated. âItâs not your fault. When I was a kid he used to psychoanalyze me too, used that shit to manipulate me.â
Johnny didnât manipulate me, your lip twitches to say, folding your hands together as you purse your lips tight.
âHe blamed me, you knowâ for my mom leaving..â Jenoâs tongue drags inside of his cheek, wandering eyes gleaming more beneath the night sky breaking through the windshield. âI never stood a chance against him honestly, even now I canât trust heâll leave you alone.â
âHe does leave me alone, Jeno.â
âYeah.â He pauses, turning halfway in his seat to face you, head tilted as he takes in your confusion. âI told him to leave you alone, is that a problem?â
â..and he agreed? Is that what he meant?â You ask wearily, picking up over time that Jeno canât keep eye contact when he lies, becoming shifty and distracted as he mumbles.
He blinks slowly, tongue poking between his lips in thought without tearing away from your gaze. âI told him that I really like you, and for once in my life I want to have a chance at something genuine.â
Jenoâs playful demeanor youâve become acquainted with(although still perplexing at times) seems to disappear the more he speaks, concerning you enough to take a hold of his hand. âHey..â
He mumbles something hard to make out, sinking against his seat. âI hate seeing him around you, I know you donât see it the way I do but.. he used you.â
Ouch.
How could Jeno so easily ruin your delusional high of believing his father had actual feelings for you with just a few words. Itâs not worth discussing, not with him, heâd never see it the way you do.
Understandably so, to him Johnny may as well be the scum of the earth while he consumed your entire world, day to night; continuing to daydream of the future you could have with your boyfriend's dad. The idea alone fucked up enough to make you nauseous now, having to swallow the bitter taste of bile down. As sick as it is, Johnny had made a home for himself in your heart.. at least the parts Jeno hadnât managed to infiltrate.
Half of you really contemplated choosing stupidity, ruin your chances of getting dicked down tonight. Perhaps spice it up, Jeno had become.. soft as of late, but the distress across his pretty face quelled your hunger for drama, for now.
âSo, what youâre saying is..â you bend in closer, jerking his chin up to look at you, hand squeezing around his. âYou really like me?â
Jenoâs smile returns, huffing out a laugh, hiding half of his face in the seat. âFighting my dad for you wasnât enough? I have to say it too?â
Shrugging, you lean in closer, biting at his earlobe. âWouldnât hurt to hear once in a while after years of thinking you hated me.â
âWell..â the sound of keys jingling turns your attention to Jenoâs hand coming up between you, eyebrow lifted suggestively. âI think you like it, actuallyâ I know you love it when I fuck you like I hate you.â
âYouâre gonna fuck me in the arcade?â You glance outside, âHigh Scoresâ lights up the hood of his car, the rest of the street dim and empty compared to the bright neon light flickering above you. âDoes Haechan know youâre risking his job to have sex uninterrupted?â
Jeno laughs, opening his door to get out and grab yours, the nice gestures still taking awhile to get used to.(This is the same guy that made you get out of his car and walk to school just to not be seen with you afterall.)
âMost he said is to not leave a mess behind and make sure I lock up when weâre done here.â Helping you out he pushes your back to the passenger door, gaze back to the excited playful one you prefer. âI can always fuck you here instead.â
Even now the thrill of secrecy reminds you of him... the times heâd pull you into the backseat of his SUV to steal a kiss; softly pecking your lips while mumbling that he needed a little taste of you everyday, thumbing at his bottom lip while he sat across from you during dinner and stole glances at you. The craving for more always lingering.
âRight here? Where anyone can see?â You ask, pretending to be shocked with wide eyes and clutching your chest. âYou think Iâm some whore you can just fuck on the street?â
Jeno bites down on his tongue, smirking and grabbing your hips. âI knew this dress would look good on you.â He hikes up the sides around your hips, lifting you up onto the hood to sit and make space between your thighs. âI like it when you listen to me.â
Itâs little things like this that heat up your chest, stinging from within between guilt and a yearning need. The twisted part of your mind consumed by the thought that Jenoâs so similar to his dad, just younger, a little naive, but heâs definitely not as dumb as you had assumed.
âDo you think I look pretty?â You ask coyly, pulling his hips in closer with a tight squeeze of your thighs. Jeno wraps around your waist, face only an inch away from yours now, his tone lowering to a deep rasp.
âYouâre always pretty. You know when I brought you around my friends I had to stop myself from putting Jaemin in a headlock with the shit he was saying.â His hands roam lower as he goes on, smoothing up the sides of your thighs to play with the straps of your underwear. âHad to remind myself that they donât know about us.. yet.â
âYet?â
Jeno hums, gathering your underwear to one side to swipe his thumb between your folds; his cheeks rising upon making contact with your wet entrance. âOnce your mom gets off my ass itâll be easier for us. I guess Iâm still worried.â
He mumbles with lowered eyelids, grabbing onto your inner thigh to spread you open further. Not quite lying, not quite telling you the truth. âYou still donât trust me, right?
The skin between his eyebrows wrinkles slightly, long eyelashes fanning across the tops of his cheeks. âSeeing you with him today, I feel..â
âYou can be honest with me baby.â
Jeno nods, the wrinkles on his forehead deepening, smearing two fingers over the outside of your entrance haphazardly. âIâm annoyed, Iâm mad. I hate that he still gets to see youâ to see you look pretty for me.â
âWe didnât talk.â You lie, cupping his face to smooth away the stress tightening his jaw. âHe was just passing by.â
âYouâre not lying, are you?â Jeno asks slowly, also familiar with the way you bite your lip when you lie. Even the smallest movement of biting one corner is enough to give you away.
âIâm not lying.â You say, tugging your lip in under your teeth with a smile, quickly moving to kiss his nose before he can continue interrogating you. Jenoâs eyes drop shut swallowing back his disappointed sigh, hand sliding away to grip your thighs and pull your core closer to his crotch.
âI know we donât talk about this,â his face dips into the crook of your neck to hide, breath fanning down your throat mixing in with the chilled night air. â..and I know I canât ask you to ignore him, we all live together..â
âJenoâ you say, pulling back to grab a hold of his face again. âWe live together, you realize that? Itâs always you, me.. and my mom unfortunately.â
He smiles at that, playfully biting at your thumb poking against the corner of his mouth. âIâm not used to my dad actually doing something nice for me.â Other than funding him with money, which hasnât been the case as of late. Jeno considers that maybe you were the exchange, no more allowance but hey- Iâll let you have the girl.
Fixing his wind swept bangs to uncover his forehead, you wonder what exactly was said in this agreement; had Johnny really given up on you so easily? How could he say he still loves you and watch another man, let alone his own son, prance around in his face holding and kissing you? It didnât make any sense..
Jeno shivers, smoothing your dress back down and nodding toward the Arcade. âItâs getting cold, wanna head inside and play?â
He helps you off the hood, taking a hold of your hand and using his other to unlock the front door. âOh? You know, I can kick your ass at Pac-man.â
Jeno pulls you in, locking the door back up, the inside mostly dark aside from a few strips of neon lights bordering the ceiling. âIs that all you know how to play?â He laughs, drawing you further in with both hands taking a hold of yours. âWe both know I can eat you up easily.â
Coming to a stop he flicks on a switch, the room coming to life with lights and mixtures of video game music from different machines. Most of them classic vintage games, a few pinball machines and air hockey table. Nothing much, but a gamers safe haven nonetheless.
âThereâs Street Fighter, Ninja Turtles, Super Mario Brothers, Frogger..â Jeno walks around keeping you by his side, chuckling at your lost expression as you look at him like heâs speaking a foreign language. âPac-man it is, winner takes it all yeah?â
âWhat are we playing for?â You grumble, feigning annoyance because this is not what you had in mind when Jeno texted you about sneaking out together.
âIf I win, I get to do whatever I want with you.â He beams, eyebrows raising up and down before inserting coins into the game.
âWhat if I win?â
âIf you win..â pouting his lips, Jeno sways in thought, snapping his fingers. âI get to do whatever I want with you.â He says proudly, displaying all of his pearly white perfect teeth.
âDonât you already?â You say in an annoyed tone, nudging against his side and grabbing onto a joystick.
âThere is one thing, actually.â Jeno lowers his gaze scanning down your figure, eyes ending on your backside. âI believe you know what I want.â
âRight now?â You have to splutter a bit, nervously squeezing your thighs together. âWonât it hurt though?â
He laughs, barely, more of an act to stop himself from replying with âThatâs the point.â
âNo baby, itâll feel good.â Jeno sticks out his pinky, jutting his pink bottom lip out covered with a sheen of spit. âI prom.â
âProm?â You question, distracted by how enticing his mouth looks pouting at you paired with a wide glossy gaze.
âHalf a promise,â he winks, locking your pinkies together. âIt might hurt actually.â
âJeno!â
âWinner takes it all!â He laughs, returning to focus on starting your game of Pac-man.

âJeno, what the fuck! This isnât fair!â You panic, immediately falling behind as his hand seems to blur and you crash into another ghost.
âWhat can I say? Iâm a pro.â He says nonchalantly, the smirk painting his lips growing. âYou know what else Iâm a pro at eating?â
âJeno!â You splutter, distracted by the wink he shoots at you as another sound of disappointment blasts from the game's speakers, on your last leg of life attempting to catch up to your opponent nearing the end.
âWinners win.â Jenoâs arms lift up proudly, boasting his victory with flexed biceps. âLosers lose.â
He keeps cheering, arms pumping and pretending to wave at a crowd as the game congratulates his victory. âYou didnât tell me you were good at this game!â
âWell, you said you could kick my ass.â He shrugs, grabbing your wrists and dragging you toward him. âIt seems I will be the one beating your ass up instead.â
Jeno taps the pout thatâs formed on your lips, disguising how irritated he feels in actuality. Tapping your bottom lip, he hums and leans back against a wall. âYou wouldnât lie to me, right?â
âWhy do you keep asking?â You lilt, tilting your head suspiciously as you reach for his neck. Jeno snaps away too fast, quickly averting his gaze aside before you can catch his disappointment; his palms finding purchase around your waist and manhandling you against the wall.
âNo reason,â he whispers, trapping your earlobe between his teeth and knocking his hips along your backside. âDonât forget who won.â
The sound of his belt unlatching scratches at the back of your skull drowning out the arcade noises around you; with a bicep locking your arms together he wraps it around your elbows. The restraint tightens immediately, locking your arms in place behind your back. âDoes it hurt, baby?â
âDoes it hurt badly?â
Pressing your cheek to the wall you shake, quietly muttering ânoâ, the churn in your stomach confusing you with arousal and guilt.
âThatâs too bad..â pulling up your dress to bunch at your waist, Jeno slaps your ass softly, stroking his fingers over the roundness of your hips, dipping beneath the juncture between meaty flesh meeting thigh. âI know how much you love when it hurts.â
âJeââ
âShhh.â Biting down on your earlobe, he tugs until you squeal, knees knocking together from the pain shooting through your ear. âSee how youâre so fucking loud?â
Jeno sinks down into a squat gripping the sides of your ass and squeezing. His palms feel hot, heavy, digging his thin hard fingers into your cheeks. He pulls you open watching the thin string of your underwear fail to cover your holes completely, breath suctioning loudly between spit when he hisses and presses forward digging his nose against your barely concealed hole.
âFuck!â You bite down, struggling to stay still on your toes digging deeper into the sole of your heels, his nose dragging up and down between releasing groans and deep breaths. The moans vibrating between the back of your thighs playing as a soundtrack for his disgusting euphoric high, leaving his mouth popped open, teeth catching onto bits of flesh hidden inside of you.
âSo good.â Jeno laps at your rim, soaking up the thin piece of underwear there, teeth biting down and pulling away enough to watch your hole flutter. Slapping at your ass with a firmer hand he tugs the string off to one side, leaning forward to press his pouty lips against your hole. Mouth hot and breathy as he stays there tracing his words against your opening. âWant me to fill your little tight virgin asshole up so fucking bad, just look at the way youâre opening up for me already.â
As if on command slick drips down your inner thigh, rim convulsing around nothing. He snickers, tapping the tip of his finger against it. âSo nasty, who taught you to be this fucking nasty huh?â
Oh.
Your eyes wrinkle together, hips jumping back in search of something wet, something to quell your need.
A succession of hard slaps stills your movement, ass stinging under his palm smoothing down, jiggling your cheek against his face. âCanât even stop yourself, can you?â
âPleaseâŚdo something.. please.â
Begging, youâre always such a beggar. Jeno canât stand it, how your writhe and whimper, so desperate to get fucked. Canât stand how pretty you sound when you beg, when you shout his name with your eyes facing the back of your skull. He canât stand the way his cock jumps in his pants, twitching against his phone like a reminder.
âAsk for it.â His face rubs side to side, engulfed in your aroma, nose burying in and out of your hole teasingly. âBe a good girl, ask.â
âJeno.. please,â sniffling, you have to shut your eyes to keep your mind blank. The similarities between two different men sit on your chest, sinking into the hollow, breaking down the bones and muscle protecting your heart. âPlease baby.â
âPlease what?â Pulling out his phone, Jeno double checks the silent button, hitting record and focusing on your ass sticking out; lower back making the shot from the way you dip in and arch out.
âPlease, please fuck meâŚâ
âWhere?â He questions, tone falling deep, raspy, scratching up his vocal chords. âTell me where.â
âMy..â breath gets caught in your throat, hole clenching up as embarrassment flows down your face. Breaking out into a whimper at the first sign of moisture reaching the rims of your eyes. âMy ass.. please fuck my ass.â
âThatâs right,â Jeno groans, smoothing the pad of his finger around your wrinkled hole. âNo one will ever fuck you the way I fuck you.â
Spit lands on your rim, the last shot he captures before sending the video off to a text message with âAssholeâ.
âOnly for me.â
Pocketing his phone again, he focuses on collecting your wetness, swirling it together with his spit. The sounds of your needy whines only egg him on to work fast, lapping at the skin around his fingers until your knees bend and you shove back against his face.
Jeno contemplates for a second, mindlessly prodding the tips of two fingers in and out of your pulsating rim, your wanton cries driving him mad the longer he teases.
It shouldnât hurt, but you deserve for it to hurt, because youâre a fucking liar, because youâd rather lie to him and allow his mind to wander.
Before he can shake away the worry, his phone buzzes, distracting him for a moment before pressing into your hole to keep you occupied.
âAsk your little girlfriend about our conversation you rudely interrupted. I wouldnât be so sure if I was you.â
Jeno canât believe how fast this fucking asshole replies, nearly crushing his phone and jabbing his fingers into you roughly at the same time.
âAhh!â
âShut up.â He growls, shoving his phone away, proceeding to jackhammer two fingers inside your ass. A wad of spit lands around them adding a small amount of lubricant, his roughness forcing your ass to shake around the pressure.
âBaby please, ah!â Struggling to stay still, your toes pinch together, pushing your forehead against the wall with another cry. Tears stain down your cheeks the more he ignores you, muscles rippling up his forearm beneath pulsing large veins. âPlease, slow..slow down!â
Another growl is all you hear in response, dipping in to lavv at the tough skin constricting around his fingers, his free hand reaching between your thighs to pinch at your clit and distract your mind from the pain.
Jenoâs ears fill up from the heat surrounding him, forcing another digit inside your hole and groaning at the visual of how obscenely stretched you are around him. Still managing to push in past your resistance, his stare burns, stuck on the little flex and pinch your ass gives with each push inside.
âFuck, you feel so good.â
A startled broken moan slips out of you, caught off guard by how deep, near demonic his vibratoâs fallen to. The surprise has your hips canting back full of fear, excitement, Jenoâs fingers digging deep into your ass pushing against your walls.
âRelax, youâll make this hurt more than it has to.â
The glide of his nose pressing to your neglected hole has you jolting up, legs pin straight the second his tongue flicks at your clit. His hand reaches around grasping your thigh, strong hold pushing you to sit down on his face. He tongues at your bundle of nerves viciously, nose suffocated by the ridiculous amount of slick pouring out of you, the majority of it dripping down past the consistent small dip in and out of you, trickling a pathway down his thick neck, bobbing and struggling to breathe with his airway full of arousal.
âAh fuck! Iâm close!â Full of urgency you scream, hands twitching like crazy to grab onto something, anything to help you stay attached to reality. He only speeds up, the fat of his tongue dragging along your swollen clit roughly, powerfully working you into a faster frenzy until your thighs quake.
Jenoâs relentless, tongue blurring against your clit with speed, nose stuffed as deep as possible, the three digits curling up and pulling. Pain and pleasure hit a new high, bending your neck back into a deep arch as your climax hits and erupts hard enough to choke him between the wet squirt and weight of your lower half coming down.
Slapping down on your upper thigh, Jeno gags, coughing from the fluid filling his nostrils, fingers crooking up before sliding out and smearing the mess of spit down your leg.
âCome here.â He drags your lifeless body down to his lap, switching to hold his weight against the wall, lips landing against yours in a mess of heat. The drool pouring from your mouth blends with his spit coated lips vocalizing the hunger of your mouths fighting for dominance. âWanna..â
Jeno pants, licking at every crevice of skin and tongue like a thirsty puppy, eyes glazed over as he gazes at your already wrecked face. â..see you, wanna see you.â
âUh huh,â nodding you wrap around his neck, forehead landing against his cheek lazily as he positions you over his length. The whole act feels dirty, a memory youâll recall someday; how silly it is to be a teenager having to sneak around just to get laid(all because you fucked your boyfriendâs dad). âSee you.â You repeat breathless, cock dragging between your folds drenched by wet arousal that wonât stop leaking.
âPussy dripping wet for me, know why?â Jenoâs arm squeezes around your middle, hot mouth dragging up your jaw to whisper in your ear. âCause youâre a fucking slut, and all sluts know how to do is take cock.â
The cry you let out shaking your head with denial gets lost, Jeno capturing your bottom lip in a rough kiss and thrusting up to fill you halfway. He grunts, pushing your body lower to bury the rest of his length inside and swallow down your cries. âSlutty fuck hole.â
Eyelashes flutter along your cheek, hot tightness wrapped around his size drawing deep guttural moans out. Hips jerk upward, lodging the entirety of his length inside of you. Heâs overbearing, sucking the moans out of your mouth, slapping down on your ass to move and ride his length despite your cries.
âFeel good?â Jenoâs bicep flexes, snaked around your waist tighter than a boa constrictor, making it harder to breathe with the incessant ramming of his hips fucking you up and down his size.
âS-so so so good,â you sigh between tears, scratching your nails through the back of his scalp and sweaty nape. âSo good inside.â
He wants to be mean, wants to pull you off him, throw you down on the ground and fuck you like nothing but a useless whore; but he canât. Mentally cursing himself out, he shifts to lay you down, throwing your thigh around his hip for leverage to grind into you, eyes burning over your dazed expression.
Pretty.
Kissing the backs of his teeth he fucks into you faster, chasing his own need to get off without much concern for yours. This isnât about you, this isnât about your glazed gaze, parted swollen lips, the tear tracks rolling down past your jaw following the dips of collarbone rising and falling at a rapid pace, breasts bouncing near out of your dress with each beating thrust.
Jeno feels crazed, hot, throat burning from the inside out from the endless groans tearing through his chest. Bending forward, his weight throttles into you, jostling you to slide up. Palms attaching you to the ground with a vicious chokehold. Teeth grit and grind, wrinkling the skin on his cheeks and forehead, cock fucking in and out, in and out, the loud squelch of wet somehow louder than your pleasured sounds combined.
âMâgonna..â Jeno gulps, swallowing the wads of spit and drool collecting at the sides of his tongue. âFuck you, fuck you all night. Fuck your ass open, break you.â
Unsure he can even last with how tight you grip around him, Jeno pulls out, shushing the loud whine you let out, pouting and crying harder about how close you were. âShh..â slapping down between your thighs, he licks at his lips hungrily, entertained by the way you twitch and cry, still lifting your hips for another slap on your pussy. âTurn around.â
Knowing you canât do much with your arms constrained, he manhandles you onto your front, noting how your flesh folds over the leather belt, sure enough to leave marks behind the more you struggle. He pulls at the leather, shoving your dress to the top of your back completely bunched up, wrinkling the nice material that someone else would have stripped off of you gently..
âMine.â Jeno swipes his fingers around your exposed rim, lightly laughing at how you jerk forward and arch out more. Cock slapping down between your ass with a hiss. âSo pretty like this..â
Heâs done bothering to prep you, on the brink of insanity listening to your shattered whimpers, the exhausted, depraved little way you repeat his name. âSo mine.â Resting his length on your rim, he reaches lower, scooping a wad of wetness globbed at your entrance, the only extra heâll spare you, smearing the mess of it up and down his size.
He presses to your rim, biting down on his lip hard enough to break skin and compress the growl trying to escape. âGod, fuck.â
Jeno thinks he canât breathe for a moment, sinking in through the insane tightness, his stomach sucked empty, raggedly inhaling the more inch by inch disappears inside of you.
He thrust shallowly, experimenting with short and fast grinds until every bit of his size can no longer be seen, eyebrows crushed together as he struggles to breathe and crashes a harsh slap down on your ass. The growl escapes similar to a feral animal on the run, animalistic much like each barreling thrust colliding with your ass.
Jeno loses it from there, a string of curses running off his tongue between groans, hammering his hips forward, his free hand reaching for one of your shoulders to press your chest down. The extra hold only enforcing more power behind each slam, burying his cock deeper than you can even begin to fathom. âGonna fuck your ass all the time now.â
âHurts! Hurts so much!â You moan, stuttering between each syllable, arching deeper for him to fuck faster.
âYou love it.â He bends forward, chest pressed down on your back knocking out your air flow. His other hand trailing from your hip to slap against your cunt, fingers pressing down on your clit and rubbing in fluid motions of figure eights.
âAh fuck! Baby!â
Jeno knows youâre close, tightening up around his cock making it harder for him to shove in past your resistance. Pussy quivering the more he plays with your clit. âYeah, just like that.â He pants, thirsty like a dog, tongue wagging out drooling. âFucking tight, so fucking tight.â
He starts fucking at an unreal speed, rapidly ripping past each clench. The growls behind you akin to a beast, sucking bits of your soul with each thrust bottoming out inside of your ass.
âJeno!â Itâs barely a whimper, too empty headed to process anything beyond the heat coiling down your stomach, toes curling against your heels, the cool wet smeared down your thighs.
A pinch at your clit has you leaking, squirting around nothing and clamping down on the cock filling your ass, Jenoâs hand drenched by your climax pouring to the floor around his fingers.
He canât believe it, you really came from this, asshole stuffed to the brim with cock for the first time. The thought alone tightens up his balls, jackhammering against your limp frame, falling into sloppy mismatched thrusts until the heat in his chest snaps. Cock crammed down to the hilt jerking and pulsing inside your warm heat. Sticky and obscene, the thick milky cream collecting at the base of his length with each last pitiful thrust.
Jeno finishes up, throat visibly bobbing as he takes in your backside covered in the excess cum, dragging his wet cock on your heated flesh. The white liquid gliding down your soft skin, ass gaped and ruined, his arm reaches around patting for his pants in search of one thing.
Jeno types with one thumb, quickly filming a clip of his hand sweeping up the back of your thigh, rubbing his release into your skin, the last shot ending on your holes.
The text finishes sending, a pleased grin lazily fitting his face before leaning down to kiss the middle of your back.
He mumbles mindlessly against your damp skin, imagining his recipient's face opening the message, pleased by the thought of his fatherâs enraged face.
âOnly mine.â
Well damn
l.h.c â mine by the 1975
when you say that i'm wasting your time then i smile and tell you things will be fine for some reason i just can't say 'i do'Â
boyfriend haechan x reader wc: 945 (1 scene) genre: angst, a little suggestive a/n: i can't see haechan so i'm taking these feelings out on u all. inspired by my favorite song. did not plan to write this / this at all, mostly wrote this for myself.
you're barely able to raise your voice above a whisper.Â
"haechan?"Â
mumbling your name, he pulls you closer to him, tucking you into the curve of his body so his arms are wrap around yours. his chest pressed to your back. your legs tangled and his soft lips brushing your neck.Â
you don't say anything. you have the terrible sense that what you want to say to him might change everything forever. so you lean back into his touch, wrapping him even more tightly around you, trying to reassure yourself without asking him to, letting the warmth of his skin against yours tell you all you need to hear.Â
but of course he knows. "what's wrong?" he mouths against your neck. a hand wanders over your skin, smoothing over your stomach. and then, mindlessly, almost like the words at the end of a prayer â "i love you."
the words come from deep inside you.
"haechan, what would you do if i asked you to marry me?"Â
the arms around you suddenly feel heavier. his breathing is slow, steady, but his voice drops octaves when he murmurs his words next to your ear.Â
"don't."Â
"but what wouldâŚ"
"don't do that to me, please," there's an urgency in his tone, although he never raises his voice. desperation bleeding into the roughness of his voice hazy with sleep.Â
you feel like you're in a dream. the silence that fills the room should be cruel, you should be feeling your heart breaking in your chest, the ache in your bones settling in. but the warmth of him is too comforting, his hands tracing patterns against your skin, legs gently rubbing against yours. he leans in to sponge kisses on the back of your neck, and your soul settles deep into your body, and you feel at home.Â
"why?" your voice betrays you with the question, slipping out from your mind. you feel so far away that you almost convince yourself you don't care about his answer.Â
there's a pause.
he shifts, rolling you gently onto your back, his touch never leaving yours for a moment as his weight sinks into you. you can see his face â his doe-eyes catching the moonlight, flush in his cheeks and his lips puffy, but already blending in with shadow as he moves his way down your body, mapping you out with his palms.
he takes so long to answer, you forget your question.Â
"because i love you."Â
at his words, you brush your thumb across his cheek. and there it is â the scene had become real the moment you saw his face, because suddenly you were not pleading with a disembodied voice.
this is the boy who pulled you into his chest as you let the wine drag the both of you down into a world where every brush of his skin against yours felt like fire. this is the boy who you spent your winter nights with, letting time rot as he pushed his body against yours, clumsy with the way your limbs shoved at each other. him forgetting about his own pleasure, eyes glazing over drowsily at the sight of you, lips wet and jaw hanging open as kneels between your knees. this is the boy in your kitchen, thumb slipping past your lips, a permanent space on the counter for you to sit and watch him in the refrigerator light. in the car on the way home, his hand on your thigh and the red lights on his cheek every time he leans in to kiss you. laughing against your skin as his hands wander in the morning light, ringing out in the apartment for no one else to hear but you. your heart skipping a beat when his key turns in the lock, his kisses each time he realises he's just woken up next to you, again.Â
 "do you not want to spend the rest of your life with me?"Â
he shakes his head. "i want to." his hands rub at your sides, head tilted, smiling hesitantly at you. "i love youâŚremember?"
"thenâŚ" you struggle with your words. "why won't you ask me to marry you?"Â
but he only shakes his head. "i love you," he repeats, and there's sadness in every syllable.Â
"do you⌠notâŚwant me?" your words feel pathetic, voice already starting to break under pressure, his touch oppressive in their gentleness. "do you not want to make meâŚyours?"Â
"but you're mine," he answers, softly. his hand touches your cheek, catches the tears falling from your lashes. he doesn't say a word.Â
"forever?" you ask, and he nods. his lips pressed together, soft eyes tracing over your features. "how do i know you're not going to leave me?" you continue, numbly.Â
he shakes his head. "i won't." he hesitates, before leaning up, hands tracing up your sides as his eyes meet yours. the tip of his nose brushing yours as he blinks. "you're everything to me."Â
you let the words wash over you. outside, you can hear the sounds of rain hitting the windowpanes, static filling the room. his eyes never leave yours even as you look over at the window, hear the low hum of thunder, your breath catching in your throat as you count the seconds.Â
"haechanâŚ" your eyes slowly meet his again, something flickering across his face when he hears you say his name. "what would you say if i asked you to marry me?"Â
"y/n-"
"just pretend," you beg, your voice brittle as glass. "please."Â
the room is illuminated as lightning fills the air, everything rendered in monochrome, a terrible split-second where the room is bathed in white light, and you can see the hollowness of his smile, the pain in his voice.Â
"don't ask me." he closes his eyes. "you know i'd say yes."
El de jisung estĂĄ bien bonito
Your first text imagine was so gooooood, can I request one for them trying to find you after their concert after spotting you in the crowd? Thxxxx
thank you for requesting anon! sorry if i focused more on spotting you in the crowd. i was having trouble :(
warnings: suggestive, hyucks is nsfw







â đ reqs for fake text imagines are open!
Daaaaaamn this was đŤ the plot twist!! I screamed. Totally worth it read it at work lol. Can't wait for the rest... and more Haechan
THE PRIDEFUL GAMER (M)

PAIRING | best friend!haechan x reader
SYNOPSIS | Â lee donghyuck had the largest ego youâd ever seen for someone who stayed cramped in their dorm room all night playing video games; but when you stay in with him the night after a raging party, you find yourself realizing that ego just might be deserved.
WC |Â 10.8k
WARNINGS |Â cursing, mentions of alcohol & weed, sexual comments, hyuck shirtless and covered in paint, party games, comments abt virginity, switch!hyuck (slight sub, lean dom), sexual content (nothing too crazy).
A.N |Â i know you guys have been waiting for this, so i hope it lives up to the hype :) and if it doesn't - sorry
SERIES MASTERLIST LINK | remember this is part two of a series! read part one for context!
âHaechan, I need you to fuck me.â
Your reflection stares back at you in the mirror, tired eyes ringed with heavy circles and glinting in judgement.
This was fucking ridiculous.
No matter how many times you sat in front of the mirror and practiced, you couldnât get the words out with a straight face. Even the wet dreams that plagued your sleeping hours werenât enough to prepare you. After all, you still couldnât believe what you were going to ask Haechan to do. Or participate in, rather.
It wasnât that you were scared, or that you didnât want it, because trust and believe your mind and body both craved him; it was just stressful. Asking your bestfriend to give you some dick and then go on and mind his business like nothing happened?
Unfathomable.
But it was Haechan, and something in your brain told you heâd jump at the chance to fuck you; at least you were hoping so. How could you not think that when he said things like â
âIf I open the door, am I gonna see boobs?â
Case in point.
You yell back, a blush of embarrassment heating your face while you fumble around to act like you were putting on makeup and not practicing asking him for sex, âNo you pervert!â
The door swings wide open and the boy in question steps into the tiny room, âThatâs a damn shame.â
God Damn.
Ever since that alcohol induced dream, your body had taken the liberty of reacting every time you caught sight of Haechan. It didnât matter if he was drunk with pasta sauce smeared all over his face after he smashed a bowl of ravioli (true story), or if he was all done up for a class presentation on the history of the toaster oven (out of all things); your body reacted the same either way.
It went further than just sight though. If you so much as smelled someone wearing similar cologne to what he normally wore, arousal bells started ringing and you had to sprint home to relieve the ache between your legs.
This time wasnât any different.
Fluffy, dark brown hair is what you see first, gelled stylishly in effortless waves around his head, save for the small curls on the nape of his neck. When you move your gaze lower, you lock eyes with his, and a spark of curiosity blooms. Then itâs his perfect pink lips set in a cute pout, and rounded jaw that you often stared at when he ate because it made you think of how good heâd be at eating you out. The thoughts start to creep into your mind, and you have no choice but to shake them out and replace them with something else, which so happened to be his outfitâŚor lack thereof.
He wasnât wearing a shirt, revealing a cute tummy with faint lines and deeply toned biceps. Youâd punched him in the stomach once before, and you didnât need to see abs to know that that man was rock solid. Multicolored neon body paint decorated his torso and back, tiny splatters here and there, but the star of the show is a lime green handprint wrapped around his throat (Jaemins probably). His black sweats also had paint on them, but his combat boots didnât have a drop of color. If he expected to get out of the frat with them looking spotless, he had another thing coming.
âYou do know the theme is neon?â His voice jolts you back into reality, and the blush that was gone finds its way back to your throat and cheeks. You were literally sitting in front of the mirror with a neon pink bralette on, why was he asking you this? Slightly, you nod. âThen why are you staring at me? I know Iâm not ripped like Jen or Jaem, but come on, I can rock the dad bod!â
âHaechan. Take this with a grain of salt, but you have a decent body.â
Automatically, the compliment goes to his head, âWanna see all of it sometime?â
Yes, please.
âNo.â
A cheeky smile forms on his lips, âThought soâŚâ
âIâm actually surprised youâre going. Donât you have a video game competition or something?â You stand up from your spot in front of the vanity and grab your leather jacket that was laying on the rack beside it.
âI canât pass up free liquor. You know this.â
For some reason, your outfit seems like its missing something, and desperately your eyes are searching for it⌠ah! A necklace. You couldnât go in a frat without some form of jewelry. Unable to reach behind yourself and clasp it, you hold it out to Haechan who doesnât hesitate to grab it and push your shoulder, so your back was to him. âSo, the plan is to get hammered?â
Tender fingers brush aside your hair, a spark igniting in the pit of your stomach. You feel almost giddy at his touch, and youâre not sure you entirely hate it. You anticipate more, and he doesnât disappoint. His hands reach around your throat, the heavy pendant resting at the base of your throat while his fingers work at the nape of your neck to clasp it.
âThe plan is to get absolutely drunk, find a bad bitch and fuck her till the entire house knows my name.â His voice is low, dropping right next to your ear, and the air blowing from his lips makes your shiver into his touch at your neck.
âS-Sounds like a good plan.â you whisper.
What was this boy doing to you?
âWanna help?â
âH-Help? Help with what? Help you?â
He backs away, hands held out in front of him and a smile cracking his features, âYeah. Wanna help me find a frat bunny?â
Iâm right here.
âOh, uh, sure.â
âPerfect.â He starts to head out before turning back to you, âYou didnât think I was gonna ask if I could fuck you⌠did you?â
Your response comes out suspiciously fast, but Haechan had pregamed before stopping at your dorm, and he definitely didnât catch it, âNo! I would never! Youâre like⌠really fucking gross. Sorry Hyuck.â
âAhhh, theres the Y/N I know!â he claps you on the shoulder, âBy the way, Jeno and Jaem are waiting in the car downstairs so hurry up.â
With that, heâs gone, the slamming of the front door resonating deep in the pit of your stomach, your nerves buzzing, and every muscle tense.
This was going to be a long night.

People were already throwing up in the bushes by the time you and the boys arrived, but youâd rather wade through puke than sit in Jenoâs car a second longer.
The entire ride to the frat house was a mess. From being squished between Jaemin and Hyuck, thanks to Jeno reserving the front seat for his precious bottles of Smirnoff and Hennessy (Seriously, he wouldnât move them. He even buckled them up in case he crashed the car. As if the bottles wouldnât break.) to having one of said bottles passed around the backseat and promptly spilled all over your upper body; you couldnât take it anymore.
Unfortunately, the situation was made worse by Haechan's actions. As the cold alcohol spilled all over you, his hands peppered over your body, gliding through the sticky liquid that was rapidly drying. When he touched the lace of your bralette, his fingers inadvertently brushed against your nipple, reigniting the warmth in your stomach.
You really hoped he hadnât noticed.
Jaemin, on the other hand, kept shoving his arm around to try and garner your attention towards his phone, which had pictures of sorority girls pulled up.
âWhich ones should I take back to my place tonight?â He kept asking you, again and again and again until you and his minty breath were quite acquainted.
Needless to say, you wanted out.
So, when the car came to a screeching halt along the sidewalk, you were all but climbing over Jaemins lap to get the door open.
âYou know, Iâve always wondered what itâd be like to have you all over me, but this isnât what I meant.â The flirtatious jokes from Jaemin were already starting, but he wasnât the target tonight, Haechan was.
âSorry, Haechanâs body odor was starting to get to me.â You send a warm smile to the boy clambering out of Jeno small coupe behind you.
âI literally havenât even started being mean to you yet, why are you throwing insults?â Haechan stands tall, the heels of his combat boots making him tower over you, âAnd Iâm wearing old spice anyway, this shit lasts ages. You must have been smelling Jaemins dick⌠I heard itâs quite overused.â
The pink haired boy whips around, hands shoved deep into the pocket of his sweatpants, âWhy are you mad I get more pussy than you?â
Jeno thrusts a bottle of alcohol into you and Haechans hands, leaving Jaemin empty handed, who looks at you with a pout. You uncap your bottle, a dark thing of Hennessy, and pass it to him.
Haechan snorts, âNot mad, just annoyed that you keep me up all night with your grunting.â
Jaemin passes the bottle back to you and gives you a wink, but he doesnât say anything else. Instead, the four of you start walking through the grass and up the steps to the frat house.
The front lawn was littered with red, plastic solo cups, ping pong balls, and empty beer cans. Toilet paper hung around a poorly spray-painted piece of cardboard that read, âwelcome to the jungleâ. College students hung around the porch smoking cigarettes and weed, and somehow a joint ends up between your fingers before youâve even reached the front door. Â
âWanna shotgun that?â Haechan smirks, wiggling his eyebrows when you shove the loosely wrapped blunt between your lips.
Inhaling takes a minute, the burning sensation of the weed filling your lungs and immediately reaching your bloodstream. You blow the smoke directly in Haechans face as a way of declining his offer, though pressing your lips against his and sharing a smoky kiss sounded real good right then.
He waves a hand in front of his face, âFine. I see how it is.â
Whoever handed you the blunt plucks it out from between your fingers before you can pass it to Haechan and disappears around the side of the house.
âWell, that was mean.â Jaemin sighs defeatedly.
âIâm pretty sure Renjun is inside selling if you want to buy something off of him.â Jeno shouts over his shoulder.
âFair warning though, he doesnât roll well.â You spit tiny green pieces of marijuana onto the front walkway and cringe at the taste. There was a reason you didnât like edibles.
Jeno just nods to the freshman pledge assigned to door duty (a scrawny boy who went by the name of Shotaro) and shoulders the front door of the house. Immediate booming bass finds your chest and rattles through you, the smell of spilled alcohol and cheap drugs clouding the house in a thick smog. Black lights hang from the ceiling, the people loitering near the entranceway glowing brightly in neon oranges, blues, green, yellows, and pinks.
You vaguely notice a few of the brothers roaming around passing out beers to the partygoers, but one in particular notices the four of you crowding the entrance and discards his last beer to a random girl at his side before jogging over.
âJae!â Jeno and the brother lock hands and embrace, slapping each otherâs backs in a way that looked painful.
The only reason you had gotten into the frat parties all year long was because of Jaehyuns and Jenoâs relationship â they were on the hockey team together, and brothers.
Jung Jaehyun was a senior, the head of the most popular frat on campus, NEO, and Jenoâs half-brother. Youâd never really interacted with him, but from what you heard, he was a nice guy with an even nicer girlfriend, and they were head over heels in love with each other. You didnât see her around anywhere, not that you would know what she looked like.
âLooking for someone?â Haechans voice, gravelly and low, finds your ear and makes you shiver despite how hot it was in the house. You hated the way he made your body feel, but not as much as you should have.
âYouâre about to be looking out of one eye if you donât back the fuck up.â Hostility was not your strong suit, but Haechan just drug something out of you.
âJesus Christ, you need to drink. Youâre so much better drunk. A lot nicer.â He smiles down at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling, and you can physically feel your heart beginning to melt.
A little voice in the back of your head is telling you to say, and youâre so much better when you shut up, how about you put that mouth to use between my legs?
But you refrain.
Itâs very hard to refrain.
You almost slip.
That is, until you realize Jaehyun has since walked away and left the four of you to party how you please.
âOkay. Iâll be staying sober. Well, as sober as a good couple blunts make me. Please try to stay in the house, it makes it so much easier when itâs time to go and I have to round you jack offs up.â Jeno smirks, handing his bottle of alcohol to Jaemin who gladly takes it.
Youâre surprised he hasnât already gone looking for someone to fuck, it was well known that him and Jaehyun didnât particularly get along. Something about Jaemin fucking Jaehyuns ex⌠you didnât know the full story.
Jeno grabs Haechans bare shoulders, âPlease, for the love of God, do not jump in the pool again. Last time you almost drowned and I donât feel like planning a funeral for your sorry ass.â
âI make no such promises, but I will try my best.â The younger boy beams.
âAlright, go have fun, and try not to catch a STD. Iâll be over with Renjun if you need me.â And with that, your friend Jeno breaks from the group, his neon painted bare back shining brightly amongst the crowd right before he fades in.
Jaemin breaks off almost immediately after chugging the bottle of alcohol Jeno had given him.
Haechan, who wasnât one for parties and usually stayed holed up in his dorm room playing video games all night, sways by your side awkwardly.
âArenât you gonna go find a frat bunny to fuck?â You shout over the blaring music.
He looks almost nervous when he shifts his gaze to you, âI donât really see anyone of interest⌠except you of course. Wanna go fuck in the bathroom?â A shit eating grin blinds you right before he lifts the Smirnoff bottle and takes a swig, finishing it with a grimace.
Wouldnât it be nice to say yes and get his part of the challenge over? Fuck, how you wanted to grab his hand and drag him to the nearest bathroom, but frat parties werenât the place to hook up, and you wanted to take your time with him anyway.
âI wouldnât let you touch me with a ten-foot pole.â
âYouâre telling me you donât wanna hit this?â He rubs his free hand across his chest and stomach, dipping it so far as to drag down a bit of his sweatpants. A strong V-Line peeks out and you almost choke on air, eyes bugging out of your skull.
âKeep your fucking clothes on Hyuck.â You sputter.
He cocks an eyebrow and reaches out for your hand, which you hesitate to take. What was he doing? Was he trying to bring you into the nearest bathroom?
All he does is tug you towards the main room, an open area full of students dancing, drinking, and smoking, âInteresting⌠Come on, letâs party.â
The feeling of his calloused fingers enlaced with yours was enough to send your mind spiraling deep into the thoughts that plagued your dreams â like what it would feel like to have them wrapped around your neck, or shoved between your thighs, maybe even down your throat.Â
Mentally, you tell your brain to shut up (it always did get slutty in these environments).
âY/N!!â A girly voice shouts off to your left, dragging both you and Haechans attention. Lisa, a girl in the same major as you, who youâve known for a couple years now, is barreling toward you and the boy youâre linked hand in hand with. She shoves a few partygoers to the side, an opened beer can in her hand which sheâs cautious enough not to spill.
When she finally makes it to your side, her eyes dip down and make note of your hands crushed together, a freshly waxed eyebrow popping up in question at you. Immediately you yank your hand away from Haechan, who glares in protest but doesnât say anything.
âI didnât think I would see you here!â Sheâs beaming head to toe and slings a paint splattered arm around your shoulders.
You smile back, âJeno made me come.â Sheâd had a crush on Jeno for ages, and from the look on her face at the mention of his name, it still existed.
âOh, heâs here? I didnât even know!! I need to go find him asap.â
âWell yeah, itâs his brothers party and allâŚâ Haechan pipes up from beside of you, nervously biting at his nails. He always chewed his cuticles unrecognizable.
She looks up at him with a weird expression before extracting her arm and turning to face you, her back to Haechan, who sneers and throws up a middle finger in her direction. It makes you chuckle, but thankfully she doesnât question it.
âWell, a bunch of us are playing games upstairs if you wanna join.â
You start to say no, but you can tell in her eyes that she wasnât going to take that as an answer, so you nod your head, âSure.â
A squeal so loud heads turn, erupts from her mouth, âGood!!! Ima go find Jeno and then head up there. Iâll see you soon.â And with a kiss to your cheek, sheâs gone.
âWell, guess weâre playing games.â Haechan huffs, reaching for your hand now that she was gone, âI hope itâs spin the bottle so I can kiss you.â
Me too.
Rolling your eyes, you start towards the stairs, âHaechan?â
âYeah?â
âShut up.â

Haechan didnât shut up.
In fact, he kept his mouth running all the way up the stairs, through the bodies loitering in the hallway, around a puddle of puke, and into the makeshift living room Lisa must have set up.
Not like you were paying much attention to what he said anyways. Instead, your mind chose to focus on the way his back looked in the dim lighting of the frat house. Underneath a layer of pretty tan skin, the boy was all muscle, stretching and tensing when his lithe legs carried him up the inclined stairs. And when he turned around to make sure you were still following him, despite his hand being attached to yours, you notice the muscles carried all the way around to his abdomen and torso.
Because the house was hot and humid, the paint splattered on his chest was fading and streaking. The neon paint dripped down his body, with some even dribbling into the waistband of his sweatpants. The idea of the paint staining his v-line creates a sensation of warmth in your stomach.
You wanted to see him naked so bad and it made you mad.
What happened to the boy who stayed in his room every day and barely touched vegetables? What happened to him being a friend and just that? Had one night of drinking skewed your common sense? Or was this just a side effect of the challenge you were doing?
Whatever, heâs fucking hot and he has a big dick, you argue with yourself, images of what you saw on his phone flashing through your mind.
Haechan getting his dick sucked by some random girl, forcing her to deepthroat and then whimpering.
The thought alone almost makes you steer him into the nearest bathroom, but the makeshift living room comes too soon.
âI literally canât get rid of you.â Jaemin perks up from his spot on the floor, bottle of liquor tucked away in his lap.
âTalk to Lisa.â You shoot back flatly.
As you glance around the room, you realize that the only person you recognize is Jaemin. While a few faces seem familiar, you can't recall their names or where you may have seen them before.
Hyuck guides you over to the circle where everyone is seated and takes a spot, leaving you to settle in opposite him. "Looks like it's just you and me," he says with a grin, displaying his gleaming white teeth. You can't help but wonder how they would feel against your inner thighs, and you unconsciously clench them together while crossing your arms.
You didnât know how long Lisa and Jeno were going to be, or if she was still downstairs recruiting more players, but youâre lucky not to be left alone with your thoughts too long, because a couple minutes later, she, Jeno and Jaehyun (surprisingly) filter into the room, one after the other.
Haechanâs eyes cut to you, and he smirks, eyebrows wiggling in a stupidly suggestive way.
âOkay! Seems like we got enough players.â Lisa pipes up, taking the spot next to you that sat empty (thankfully no one had sat and tried to make acquaintance. you were too sober for that). Jeno sits off to your right, and Jaehyun takes the spot next to Haechan.
Jaemin leans in towards the circle, appearing invested as he asks, "What game are we playing?" His gaze travels up and down Lisa's body, and he licks his lips. You roll your eyes; of course, she was the one he was after tonight. Too bad her eyes were on Jeno.
She gives a short giggle before replying, âHow about seven minutes in heaven?â
A low murmur ripples through the circle but affirming head nods set the game in motion.
Honestly, you find the game awkward and childish, something played in your early high school years, but maybe the universe and luck would be on your side tonight.
Wasnât the whole point of tonight to get into Haechans pants? This silly little game was the perfect opportunity.
He seemed to be on the same wavelength because one glance and you see him making kissy faces directed at you.
Why the fuck was he so weird?
And why did you want to crawl across the circle and kiss him?
âGreat, can we use that bottle Jaemin?â Lisa asks, and heâs quick to shove it in the middle. He must really want her to come home with him tonight if heâs giving up his alcohol that easily â or the bottle at least.
Lisa takes a finger and spins the bottle, the handle flying around so fast it looked like a blur. You hold your breath, silently praying it doesnât land on you. You could probably hear a pen drop in the room (plus the thumping bass coming up through the floorboards).
It comes to a standstill, pointing at a random girl youâve never seen before. She looks nervous, but that was to be expected, right?
Lisa spins the bottle again and you thank your lucky stars when it lands on another girl in the circle.
Two girls down, about 12 of you left.
The next few rounds follow a similar pattern, with two unfamiliar people being chosen and then awkwardly leaving the circle. At some point Jaemin and a blonde headed bimbo filter off to surely fuck.
The game starts to feel pointless, but then the bottle lands on you.
Haechan immediately perks up from being previously slumped against a pillow. The bottle of Smirnoff by his side was slowly draining, and you could tell he was feeling it a bit. A rosy blush spread itself on his cheeks and his eyes shined bright. An eager look crosses his face when Lisa tips the bottle into spinning.
Whoever it landed on was going to be shoved in a tiny closet with you for the next seven minutes. Time ticked slow, your eyes following itâs every move.
Spinning.
And spinning.
And spinning.
And stop.
âNo fucking way.â Haechan pouts.
Your eyebrows raise, a short, disbelieving laugh rushing past your lips. The bottle has landed between Jaehyun and Haechan, more towards the latter, but nearly dead set between.
âWell, who is it then?â Haechan urges, pushing himself up on his knees, âCause itâs more towards me, so I think itâs only fairâŚâ
âMaybe by a single degree.â Jaehyun argues, locking his eyes with yours and giving a lopsided smile.
It strikes you as odd that Jaehyun, who you're pretty sure has a girlfriend (Jeno had mentioned her once or twice), is even participating in the game. Despite this, he seems to be making eyes at you, smiling with deep dimples and winking. You just stare back at him, causing the tips of his ears to flush red. You werenât going to be the cause of a scandal if he was, in fact, still dating that girl.
So the dilemma (that wasnât really a dilemma) dawns on you. Your best friend or the boy who (maybe) had a girlfriend? You contemplate storming out of the room and forfeiting the game â but what was the fun in that? And anyways, Haechan looked like he was getting antsy.
âCome on Hyuck.â you grumble, pushing yourself up off the dusty floor and slipping out into the semi-crowded hallway. The boy eagerly follows on your heel until youâre shouldering a random door and slipping into a dark room.
It feels much bigger than the closet you were envisioning, though where was the fucking light? Both of you search the walls to no avail. Faintly, you see the outline of a bed and walk over to it, dropping down on the sunken mattress â Haechan following your lead.
âWhat a coincidence that itâs you and me. I mean, I knew you wanted to fuck me, but seriously, how did you rig a spin the bottle game?â
In this moment youâre glad for the darkness enveloping the room â then he wouldnât see the shock and embarrassment flooding your face.
Defensively, you shove his chest, âShut up. I didnât rig the game.â
The smirk is almost evident in his tone, âOh, but you do wanna fuck me?â
âNo â Haechan I wanted to play a game. Of course fate would give me your ass.â
âMaybe fate wants us to hook up.â he murmurs.
Iâd agree with fate then, you think.
A million thoughts flood your mind in a millisecond. How convenient it was that you were stuck in an empty room, with a bed, with Hyuck â with a shirtless Hyuck. The dim lighting outlines the contours of his chest, and you can feel yourself clenching your thighs together for what felt like the umpteenth time.
âWould you like that?â You whisper, slightly leaning closer to him. He wasnât that far away. Maybe a foot at most.
âIs the sky blue?â He retorts, ever so slightly leaning into you too.
You roll your eyes, âIs that a trick question â because itâs nighttime right now and the sky is black.â
âI donât know, maybe you should kiss me and find out.â
His voice is lower than normal, which surprises you. But not as much as the statement. You knew he was like this â forward and flirty. Though itâs different when you actually want to reciprocate.
Time slows down and the electricity of the moment surrounds you two. His lips are inching towards your own, long, slender fingers grabbing your thighs.
Fuck, itâs happening â Everything youâve been dreaming about for weeks on end. How did this happen so fast?
You can smell the alcohol on his breath â wondering if heâll taste sweet like brandy.
âHyuckâŚâ you whisper, â I-â
Light and sound flood the room, startling the fuck outta you and making you jump three feet back into the headboard.
âOh shit ââ the partygoer curses.
The girl on his arm giggles, ââm sorry. Didnât mean to barge in on you two!â They slam the door, and the muffled sounds of the party bring you back to the present.
Yellow spots cloud your vision as you fumble to stand up, almost tripping over what you can assume to be a backpack.
You swallow thickly, âLetâs go back downstairs.â
âIâll meet you down there.â Haechan whispers, one hand running through his hair, âYou go on ahead.â
Without another word, you slip into the hallway and slink down the stairs â into the hands of hundreds of drunk college kids. You see Jaemin taking shots and Jeno smoking it up with Renjun.
What the fuck just happened.
And why did I ruin it.

After a good twenty minutes away from each other, you realize he was the only person who you cared to hang out with. So, you found him utterly intoxicated on the kitchen floor and forced him to dance with you.
Well really you just forced him off the kitchen floor which he really didnât want to leave, but once he was up and moving, he took you by hand and made the night worthwhile.
Now two hours later, with most of the alcohol Jeno had supplied gone, all you can think about is sucking Haechans dick.
Itâs because of the way he danced (and smelled, and looked, andâŚ). His hands reach out and greedily grab at your waist, fingers twisting through the empty belt loops of your jeans. A bit of the paint he had on was smudged against you, thanks to him pulling you into a bear hug earlier in the night.
He was drunk, and it made him extra touchy. Though you didnât mind, in fact, you welcomed it now that your resolve was slipping. So, when he pushes you against the wall, one hand held high over your head, his other circling your jaw, itâs no surprise that your heartbeat goes wild. A blush rises hot on your face; his eyes finding yours and piquing with dull amusement.
âI gotta tell you a secret-â he slurs, swaying in your arms. He thinks for a minute before putting a hand over his mouth, âWait, I canât tell you.â When you donât respond, instead, electing to stare at him in amusement, his lips jut out into a pout, âWhy donât you like me?â
One of your hands pushes against his slick with sweat chest, âI do like you?â Your breathing becomes labored when his lips pull back in a sloppy grin.
âYou like me? You like me!!â Haechan teeters a bit to the left, almost falling into another couple that were vigorously making out, âThey need to get a room⌠we need to get a room.â
We had a room.
âWe need to get a room?â You question, eyes widening when he leans in so close heâs only an inch away from kissing you.
âCan I kiss you?â
It feels like the room comes to a crescendo, every sound clashing yet becoming silent at the same time. All you can think about is his mouth and how pretty and pink his lips are. How it would be heaven to meld into the strong grasp of your best friend. How the constant nights of intimate dreams of him werenât enough to satisfy you. How you should have taken him up on his offer in that damn room.
How you wanted to go to that damn bathroom now.
But this was wrong.
The wrong time, wrong place, wrong everything.
You were drunk, he was more than drunk, and surely that would affect whether you thought he fucked the best.
From around his shoulder, you spot Jeno staring at you with a beer in his hand â so much for staying sober. Heâs smirking, slightly chuckling, and cocking his eyebrows at you as if asking, âyou gonna kiss him?â
âHaechan.â
The boy has gone from being semi coherent to humming some sort of song that wasnât even close to the one that was playing.
âHaechan!â you shake his shoulder in an attempt to snap him out of the stupor, and suddenly he stands up tall.
âY/N, I missed you!!! What are you doing here?â It was like he was seeing you for the first time.
He was too drunk to function. You should have expected as much, but youâre still slightly disappointed that you wouldnât be able to go forth with your plan.
You sigh and grab his arm, the disappointment nearly sobering you up, âLetâs go find Jeno and get you home, okay?â
His eyes go frantic, âWe canât forget Jaemin! We have to find Jaemin!!!â
âDonât worry Hyuck, Iâd leave you here sooner than I would him.â
Maybe then I wouldnât have the urge to ride you on the frats sofa.
âMeanie.â

Steaming bags of takeout hang off your arm as you fumble to push your way through the unusually small dorm door.
âHyuck! Jaemin!â you yell, hoping one of them would dart out of their room and help you with the load of cheap food you were threatening to drop on the ground. You shouldnât be surprised when all is silent except for the smash of controller buttons and Haechans frustrated screech.
You wade through the mess that nearly makes you gag â piles of clothes, dirty socks and mud caked shoes. Books and pages of lecture notes litter the ground accompanied with crushed RedBull cans â evidence that Haechan did indeed leave his room at some point.
âYo, you really need to clean this shit up.â you pantomime throwing up and toss the bags of takeout on Haechans dark blue bedspread that was actually made for once.
His back is to you, eyes trained on the video game he was playing, giving you a half-hearted grunt to acknowledge what you said. The too-big headset threatens to engulf his head, nearly sliding off as he jolts forward in the gaming chair.
âFuck! Fuck! No⌠no⌠donât⌠SHIT!â Exasperation floods his tone once the screen turns completely red and his character returns to the main lobby. âYou guys suck ass.â
Without hearing their response, he shuts off his monitor and spins around to face you, who was patiently waiting on his bed, âSorry. I woulda got the door for ya, butâŚâ he gestures behind himself.
âItâs fine.â you mumble.
His eyes travel from your face and to the short ass skirt that was slung over your hips. Immediately your face heats up. Why was this awkward? Does he even remember what happened last night? How you almost kissed in some random frat bros room? Or how he had you pressed up against the wall, asking to kiss you. Does he remember the drive home? How he laid in your lap, drunkenly massaging your thighs? Surely he had to remember you tucking him into bed with the promise of takeout tomorrow night?
But when you look him in the eyes, you just see your friend eager to eat â not someone who you nearly fucked last night.
You clear your throat, âUm, whereâs Jaemin?â
Haechan shrugs and starts sifting through the boxes of rice and pork cutlets, âHe left early this morning. Said he wouldnât be back until tomorrow. Bet that means heâs going to get some pussy.â He takes a bite of rice and speaks through the mouthful, âTwenty four hours though? Thatâs a long ass time for him.â
You snort and take the box of rice he was gesturing towards you, âNah, thatâs light work for Jaem. As long as he lets us know heâs alive, I think a sex bender might be best for him.â
âYou know, heâs still mad that you wouldnât let him leave with that girl last night.â Haechans laugh rings through the room, making you smile. He had such a pretty voice.
âHe was drunker than the both of us combined.â You tear the end of a soy sauce packet and dump it into the container in your lap. âSpeaking of, what do you remember from last night? Did you, like, totally black out?â
âNot much, just that you were coming over today.â He says through another mouthful of food.
Great, so he didnât remember anything. How convenient for you.
âWell⌠you ended up peeing on this guy when we were leaving because you missed the bush.â
âI missed the bush?â
âThe whole bush.â
âOh my god.â
âI know.â

The food was long gone, with empty containers flooding his trashcan that begged to be taken out.
You were bored.
Here you were, laying on his bed with a lowcut shirt and a fucking miniskirt, and he was back to playing his game.
For the past hour you tried to get him to join you, but to no avail. Who knew that your first target would be the hardest to fuck? How can you accurately judge how good he fucked if he wouldnât even lay on the bed with you?
One last chance or you were leaving.
This was an all or nothing moment.
âIâm horny.â It was a declaration. A statement so bold, he turns ever-so-slightly towards you and raises an eyebrow.
âExcuse me?â
You scoff, âYou heard me. I need to fuck someone or something.â
The squeak of his chair rings through the uncomfortably silent room as he adjusts himself. What was he thinking? Was he disgusted? Flustered? Did he feel the same?
âWell now that you mention itâŚâ he swallows thickly. Was it hot in his room? Could you feel it too?
You push yourself up into a sitting position, âCome help me.â His dark brown eyes flutter, the tops of his cheeks dusting a light pink color, but he stays silent. "No smart reply? No sexual comments? Did I really fluster the Lee Haechan?"
He gets up from his gaming chair, almost toppling over in the process and spilling the can of Redbull he was clutching onto for dear life. "I am not flustered. " The mattress dips under his weight as he gets comfortable next to you, his gaze falling to the lowcut shirt you wore, "Canât I touch them if youâre serious?â
His bottom lip juts out in a pout, obviously joking around (your boobs always seemed to be the butt of his sexual comments), but even still, you find yourself removing your shirt before you can think.
The look on his face is priceless, wide eyes almost bugging out of his skull, âI was kidding! Jesus Christ Y/N, put your shirt back on!â his voice has somehow pitched up two octaves, obviously taken aback, but for some reason his eyes remain open and transfixed. It looks as if heâs almost salivating, especially when he watches your nipples perk up from how cool he kept his room.
Reaching out a hand, you clasp his wrist and bring it closer to your body, âBut Iâm serious.â The bewildered expression never left his face, even when you had him cup his palm around your breast, and then when he took matters into his own hands and gave you a fair squeeze, which made you giggle.
âAm I dreaming? This must be a dream?â
You hop up on your knees, making your tits bounce in the process which drops Haechanâs jaw, âNot a dream, very much reality.â
Slowly and sexily, you crawl towards his seated position beside you, âI want you Haechan.â You breathe the words out slowly, giving him time to comprehend what the fuck his best friend just said.
Confusion flits across his face and he hesitates, âBut Y/NâŚâ
âBut what? I want you. I want you to fuck me.â His pupils blew wide at the confession.
âY/N⌠I canât.â
Disappointment fills your heart and deflates your ego in a millisecond. You should have known. How could you be so stupid? Of course, he didnât want to fuck you. You were best friends for fucks sake. It would ruin everything. Why did you even try? Because you were drunk and horny the night the challenge was first brought up? Pathetic, really.
Haechan must have seen the worry and doubt fill your eyes because all of a sudden, heâs grabbing your shoulders, âNo, Itâs⌠Itâs not because I donât want to,â His eyes wash over your half naked body, and he licks his lips, âTrust me, I want toâŚbut IâmâŚIâm.â
Leaning in ever so slightly you whisper, âYouâre what? Scared?â
It was a taunt, a tease, a challenge, and he knew it, but he just shakes his head, âY/N⌠Iâm a virgin.â
Now it was your turn to be shocked, completely taken aback by this new revelation, âYouâre a⌠virgin?â
Pink tints his cheeks and collarbones peeking through his oversized t-shirt, and he hangs his head to avoid eye contact, âYeah, Iâve never had⌠never had sex.â
âBut you always say ââ
âI talk a big game, okay?â The reply rushes from his lips, embarrassment kicking him in the ass, âYeah Iâve gotten head before, and Iâve eaten a few girls out, but Iâve never had actual sex. Itâs⌠just never happened I guess.â
Here you were, trying to seduce not only your best friend, but your best friend that has just told you he was a virgin. You were trying to steal a virgins innocence. How fucked could you really be?
To be fair, he always acted like he got hella pussy, you argue with yourself.
âJaemin knows.â He mutters, as if it was of any relevance to the situation.
âWell,â You start, sitting back on your heels, âHere I am shirtless, asking you to fuck meâŚâ His eyes flicker up and lock with yours, âWhat are you gonna do about it?â
Another challenge.
He did well with challenges, and this time was no different.
You continue, âUnless you believe the âonly have sex after marriageâ bullshit ââ
âAbsolutely not.â
Greedy eyes search for an answer on his face, but thereâs nothing, only a permanent blush and frantic furrow brows, âOkay, then do you wanna go back to gaming?â
ââŚNo.â
He still isnât advancing, just sitting with his hands dropped into his lap and looking at you with his wide doe eyes, âThen what?â
You sit there, watching as Haechan fidgets with his hands, clearly nervous about what comes next. The sexual tension that hangs between you two feels like a thick fog. You want him, and you can tell that he wants you too, but the knowledge that heâs a virgin puts a damper on things.
You don't want to be the one to take his virginity. That's a big fucking responsibility, and it's not something that you take lightly. You start to wonder if maybe you should just call it a night and go home. But then Haechan speaks up, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want to be a virgin anymore."
His words hit you like a ton of bricks, and you turn to look at him, really look at him for the first time since you arrived. He looks vulnerable, and you can see the fear in his eyes. But you can also see the determination. He knows what he wants, and he's not going to let anything stand in his way.
You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. You know what you want too, but you also know that this is a big deal. You can't just jump into things without thinking them through. "I don't know if I'm the right person for that, Haechan," you say finally. "Taking someone's virginity is a big deal. It's not something to be taken lightly."
Haechan nods, his eyes still locked with yours. "I know. But I trust you, Y/N." His words make your heart skip a beat, and you can feel your cheeks heating up.
"Okay," you say finally. "Okay, we can do this.â
Somehow, the tables had turned on you; and this was getting a lot sappier than you had anticipated.
The awkwardness settles back into the room, Haechan staring at you with his doe eyes, the nervousness flitting about his delicate features.
Itâs a beat â a short pause before he speaks so low you almost miss it, âYou know I want to fuck you.â
âThen whatâs stopping you?â
Maybe heâd give you a logical answer and youâd understand; put your shirt back on and let him get back to his video games while you silently scrolled Instagram.
But when was he ever logical?
And when were you ever one to back down?
Faster than you can register, heâs pushing your shoulders backwards until you fall breathlessly against his pillow. He climbs over top of you, his usual goofy smirk replaced with an intensity you both had felt the night before at the frat house. âNothingâs stopping me.â His breath tickles your cheeks, âBut I canât tell if youâre fucking serious or taking a joke way too far.â A scoff rumbles in his chest, âIâve damn near bared my soul to you tonight.â
âNot a joke-â you try to argue, but he talks over you.
âYa know, just because Iâm a virgin doesnât mean you can treat me like a plaything.â his head lolls to the side, âWell I mean if you wanted to, you could â but thatâs not the point..â He sighs, pressing his face closer to yours, so that you were almost nose to nose. One more inch and youâd be kissing him, âIâm trying to say that if this is a joke⌠Iâm sorry, but Iâm gonna fuck you.â
âI â Are you sure about this? You wonât regret anything in the morning?â
He scoffs, âHave you not been listening to me when I speak to you? Iâve been wanting this for ages,â Eyes, half-lidded with desire, wash over your exposed chest, âIâm not gonna regret a damn thing.â
The butterflies in your stomach flutter uncontrollably when Haechan dips his head and captures your lips in a kiss. All you can taste is the fizziness of the redbull heâd been drinking earlier, and something undeniably him. It was urgent and wet, lips sliding over yours to deepen the kiss, dribbles of spit smearing on your cheeks. He was messy.
âNo regrets.â You solidify, breath hitching in your throat when his hands cup your breasts â his thumbs flicking over your nipples.
He groans, hips desperately pushing against you, âLet me eat you out.â he asks, though it wasnât really a question because he starts to lower himself down your figure; pressing wet kisses to your chest. First itâs your collarbone, then the swell of your breasts, all the way down until he hovered right above your skirt.
Your head is reeling with how forward he was, âYouâre kinda bold for a vir-â
He slaps a rough hand over your jaw, âIf you even so much as utter that word, Iâll shove my cock so far down your throat you wonât be able to speak for a week.â Tauntingly, he quirks an eyebrow as if to dare you, âAnd anyways,â he continues, moving his hand up to ruffle your hair, âJust because Iâve never stuck my dick between a womanâs thighs doesnât mean I donât know how to please one.â
It was your turn to raise an eyebrow, in shock or contemplation of his words, you werenât sure.
âOh, donât look at me like that baby,â Lust drips from his words like venom, the pet name rolling off his tongue a little too certainly, âSitting up here playing video games has made me exceptionally good with my hands,â he smirks, âand I guess Iâm naturally good with my tongue⌠I donât know, youâll have to tell me, yeah?â
Furiously, you nod your head, eyes wide and marveling at this side of Haechan. The one slightly out of breath and bursting with the need to taste you. He was hot. More so than you were expecting. You should pay closer attention sometimes.
He doesnât waste time undoing your skirt. Instead, he pushes it up until it bunched at your waist, and pretty pink panties were the only thing blocking him from doing what he wanted. Hooking his fingers into the waistband, he pulls them down agonizingly slow. âSo pretty.â he whispers.
Without hesitation, he flattens his tongue and licks up your slit, a low rumble building in his chest. You tasted exactly like he had imagined.
The contact makes you gasp, and you fumble around for something to hold onto â choosing his hair as the only viable option. One tug and heâs whining against your clit, hips pressing into the bed unbeknownst to you.
âY-you like hair pulling?â You question, doing it again to test the waters. He doesnât answer, just groans against your pussy, tongue swirling around the sensitive bundle of nerves. Strong arms hook underneath your hips and pull hard, until youâre sat right up against his face.
âHyuck.â you whimper, legs shaking. He was relentless, nosing your clit and fucking you with his tongue â all but lapping at the embarrassing amount of arousal wetting the inside of your thighs. âHyuck!â
He perks up, lips puffy and jaw shining in the dim light of his bedroom, âWhat?â
You feel almost shy at his stare, a blush settling over your cheeks and burning hot at the back of your neck, âD-donât wanna cum just yet.â You stutter out.
Surprisingly, he rolls his eyes, âLet me stretch you out a little bit, okay baby?â Thereâs no time for you to respond because two of his fingers press against your entrance and slide in with ease. Simultaneously he dives back in, teeth slightly grazing your clit.
âFuck!â Your back arches up off the bed, hips rolling against his face. His fingers pump into you, the stretch leaving your thighs shaking.
âSee baby, all done,â He slips his fingers out and gives you one final suckle, âGod, I canât wait to fuck you.â
Words are unattainable right now, head still reeling from how fucking good he was with his tongue. Thatâs where heâd gotten the most practice, but you werenât expecting that. It was what â less than two minutes? Yet you were already fucked out, body buzzing with excitement. If that was just the beginning, what was to come?
While lost in your thoughts, Haechan rid himself of his shirt and shimmied his shorts down.
The video didnât do him justice.
Yeah, he looked decently big on his phone screen, but after weeks of contemplation, you could only assume it was the angle.
Oh, how wrong you were.
His cock stood thick and heavy, proudly slapping his lower stomach when he moves to throw his clothes on the floor. It was red and leaking pre-cum, and your mouth waters. Oh, how you wanted to hop up and stuff him down your throat. You wanted to milk him until he was shaking and sobbing for you to stop.
But another part wanted him in you, now.
Deep lines of muscle were etched into his torso â contracting when he leant down to kiss you again. You can taste yourself on his lips, but that wasnât what caught your attention. Haechan was whimpering; all but shaking against you. The vibrations shot straight into your veins like a drug and when he pulls back and sits on his knees, you almost moan.
You are no better than a man.
Watching the way he touches his body, so soft and careful; tugging at his cock impatiently while his eyes are transfixed on the way your pussy clenches around nothing â it sends a desperate signal down between your thighs.
âEnough!â You whine, âWant you in me.â
His trademark smirk appears on his face, âOkay baby⌠but..,â he chews on his bottom lip in hesitation, â⌠I donât know how long Iâll be able to last..â
âI donât care!â You wail, annoyed, âFuck me.â
âSo demanding,â He huffs, hands fumbling to push your thighs apart. Looking to you for reassurance that everything was alright, he appeared somewhat uncertain and hesitant.
âItâs okay, â you breathe, gasping when he pushes the head of his cock against your entrance. âHold my hand!â It was a statement to make him feel surer of himself, but deep down, you knew it was because you were just as nervous.
Shakily, his hand slides into yours and pushes it against the pillow next to your head. He takes a deep breath. This is silly, he chides himself, just stick it in! Youâve been dreaming about this forever! Be a fucking man.
Slowly, he pushes himself fully into you while still maintaining eye contact.
âFuck!â you both curse at the same time. His eyes flicker in the back of his head, lips trembling when he bottoms out, now sheathed inside your warm cunt. Itâs taking everything in him not to cum right there â and you know it too. He stays like that for a minute longer â not moving, just processing.
âHyuckâŚâ You whimper, resting your legs on his back. He mumbles a mhm, too focused on steadying his breathing, getting his bearings, finding the will to actually fuck you. âHyuck, you have to move.â
âM-maybe we should use a c-condom.â He stutters, eyelashes fluttering and tangling together. The interlocked grip on your hands falters when you rut your hips up against him. âF-fuck, we need to use a condom.â His breathing is labored as he tries to gather everything heâs feeling and seeing at once. The way your pussy sucks him in, squeezing around his length just fucking right, the feeling of your nipples brushing his chest every time he bottoms out, and the wet kisses being pressed to the juncture between his neck and collarbone. It was making his head dizzy, and he can feel himself already about to â âIâm gonna cum if you keep, fuck â y/n, stop kissing my n-neck.â
Lost in the satisfying pleasure of him stretching you out, you hadnât even realized you were kissing him â everywhere. Licking at the place just below his earlobe, suckling bruises into the honey gold skin of his throat, and nipping at his jaw. And every time your lips or tongue grazed him, he shallowly thrusted into you â too caught up in the sensations to get a steady rhythm.
You purse your lips in a pout, pulling your head back to rest on the pillow, and stare up at him, âWhy stop if you like it.â
âGood p-point.â He stutters out, burying his head into the crook of your neck. Maybe that would hide the pink tinging his cheeks â the embarrassment. Or maybe it was because he wanted to be enveloped by you completely. âFuck,â He groans, his cock dragging against your walls with a concentrated pace â like he wanted you to feel every inch of him. And if that was the case, he was succeeding.Â
You mewl and moan every time he slips out of you, just to fuck into you deeper than before. Time doesnât pass, you donât register anything but the burning sensation in the pit of your stomach â one that catches you off guard. As you arch your body into his touch, your mind begins to cloud.
Words of praise spill from your lips uncontrollably, "You're doing so well," you murmur, and he whimpers. âSo good Hyuckie,â You moan, feeling his head still buried in your neck. âKeep going, baby.â The encouragement rips a broken sob from his throat, but he keeps driving his cock between your legs. He couldnât stop â how could he? You were like his own personal brand of heroin.
His voice comes out muffled when speaks, âWant you to- fuck.. need you to...â His fingers are trembling, jaw slacked as he forgets his train of thought, âSlow down, wait â I need you to, y/n.. oh fuck this.â a rush of air tickles your body as Haechan tightens his hold and flips you over; worming his way underneath your body so that your legs were now slotted over his waist, cock still pushing into you. âThere we go,â he mutters.
The action sends your head spinning, and a squeal rips from your throat. âWoah!â
âWoah!â he mocks, bullying his cock into you at such a fast pace, you were battling to keep your balance. His hands held onto your hips so tightly, there were bound to be a few fingerprint shaped bruises tomorrow morning. But that didnât matter â not when he was burying his length into you again and again and again, abusing your g-spot to the point youâre babbling nonsense.
Your thighs are quivering on either side of him, struggling to keep yourself bouncing on his cock. Equally shaky hands pepper his chest in an attempt to hold onto something as the fire in your stomach burns hotter. Every whimper, every sob, every moan that falls past his lips is like another burning ember â shooting and twisting through your veins.
âG-gonna cum, Hyuck, gonna â â you mewl, clawing at his collarbones and shoulders.
A harsh slap lands on your ass as he continues to piston his hips up underneath you. Just hearing you say the words edges him even closer to his own orgasm, âPlease baby, cum â shit, cum on my cock, you can do it.â He groans through gritted teeth. Another smack lands, âGod, I know you can do it.â
Your eyes roll back as you completely fall apart â he never stopped fucking into you. Not even when you all but collapsed on top of him, heartbeat erratic and gasping for breath. Not even when you begged him to slow down, begged him to give you a chance to recover, maybe get into a different position.
âJust give me one second baby, fuck, I still need to cum,â Like a lightbulb went off, he perks, âWait- where do you want me t-to cum,â Heâs rocking his body into yours now, sweat rolling down his temple with the exertion of holding back. âAn-Answer! I canât hold it anymore you feel too fucking good.â
Swirled in your own euphoria, you barely register his words, yet you manage to whimper against his neck, âCum in me Hyuckie, please, Iâm on the pill.â
The permission is all he needs, but the nickname is what sends him straight into a head high that has him burying his cock deep in you and releasing. Strong arms wrap around your torso and pull you against his shaking body while spurts of cum flood your pussy. He sounds exactly like he did in the video he showed you a few weeks ago â like he was sobbing with relief. Whining and whimpering, lolling his head side to side as he fucks the last of his cum deep into you.
He tries not to move, he tries really fucking hard, but every time you twitched, it squeezed around him again and again â curses flying from his body as he tried to squirm away. He slips out of you quickly, cum smearing on his belly and all over your thighs, âThat wasâŚâ
You can hear his heartbeat â almost as erratic as yours is, and heâs puffing air, trying to catch an even breath. Both of you are sticky and tired â worn the fuck out. If you tried to push yourself off of him, you think you might topple over, so you donât. You stay locked in his embrace, listening to the way his breathing slows and chest thumps.
âThat was what?â
He runs a hand through his hair, âEverything Iâve dreamt of.â
Giggling, you snuggle closer to him. Who knew heâd be the type to sweet talk after sex. With how much he boasted and teased, you thought heâd be more⌠you donât know⌠arrogant? You liked this side of him though.
Ah, shut up! you think to yourself, youâre not falling in love with him, so stop.
Haechan was a friend no matter if he did just fuck your brains out.
âGonna go to the bathroom.â you mumble. Anything to get away from him and the swirls of ooey-gooey feelings. Â
Clambering off of him proved to be easier than you thought earlier, and the wobble to the bathroom was only slightly embarrassing. You thank God for privacy when you shut the door behind you.
As you look at your reflection in the mirror, you realize how much of a mess you are. Your hair is disheveled, mascara smudged and streaking, and your lipstick is smeared. Dark colored hickies scattered across your chest and collarbones. Despite this, you feel satisfied and content (Regardless of any stupid feelings that might be lingering).
Yet if Hyuck were to sneak in the bathroom behind you and beg for another round, youâd give it to him, no matter if the original challenge was a one and done kind of deal.
Your eyes widen into saucers⌠the challenge.
It was actually done â or at least partially.
You smirk.
Challenge 1/3 complete.

Maybe you should have stayed the night, but you were gone before the sun peeked over the tree line.
Haechan was still faintly snoring when you had slipped out from underneath the covers, and he only slightly stirred when you accidentally banged your toe on his gaming chair. His parted lips, and tinged cheeks made him look like an innocent angel.
One that you corrupted.
As you hurriedly walk back to your dorm building, you canât help but feel a little bit of guilt fluttering about your stomach.
âWas this really a one-time thing?â he had asked right before his eyes had fluttered closed.
You had sighed, fidgeting with a thread on his comforter, âI donât know Hyuck⌠maybe⌠I â I donât want to ruin our friendship.â
Perhaps his shoulders had deflated with disappointment at your response, but youâd like to think he was just tired.
âOkay, letâs pretend it never happened then. Everything can go back to normal and⌠and if you want, Iâll be here to satisfy you again.â He had grinned then, although rather grim.
âDeal.â
You shoulder your dorm door and drop your bag on the kitchen table before grabbing a water out of the fridge. Thirstily gulping, you realize that even though it was his first time, he knew how to wear you out.
Points for that, you think.
You quietly slip into your room and take a seat at your desk after tossing the crushed plastic bottle into the trashcan. This is the moment you've been waiting for - a chance to rate the very first boy in the challenge. You grab a stray notebook from a stack nearby, open it to a fresh page, and begin.
Points for doing good his first timeâŚPoints for multiple positionsâŚPoints for eating you out firstâŚPoints for being whinyâŚPoints for being eagerâŚ
There wasnât really a system for your rating, but you take a satisfied look at the number and nod your head.
Congratulation Hyuck, youâve received a 7.4/10, you think.
Despite it being his first time, he did exceptionally well. Who else could have lasted as long as he did, said the things he did, or fucked the way he did. Slowly, you find yourself slipping back into the memories, a play-by-play from start to finish â until a ping from your pocket drags you out.
Your heart leaps up in your throat.
What if it was him? What if he was asking why you left?
When you pull your phone out from your back pocket, you sigh in relief. It was just Jaemin.



You toss your phone onto your desk and slump against the chair. Jaemin didnât press the question of why you were up⌠and hopefully he didnât say anything during breakfast.
Pushing yourself upright, you dance through the laundry strewn across your floor and into the bathroom.
Despite what you said, you also had to wash the sex smell away. God, you were becoming just like Jaemin. Up at the ass crack of dawn to shower off cum and sweat and spit. Unexpectedly, you grip the shower curtain as a thought bounces around the inside of your skull.
Na Jaemin was just getting his dick wet⌠with Yeji, of all people. One of his recurring fwb situations.. But.. he was fucking her.
The video he had showed you the first night flashes through your brain. His cock thick and proud, pushing into the girl so fluidly, so rhythmically, so intensely. Until she squirted and he laughed. He had fucking laughed. You remember what he had said, âGod youâre so fucking hot. NaNa did that, didnât he? MhmâŚcome here pretty girl.â
And even though Haechan had pounded you into the next week, you feel yourself clenching around nothing.
Donât worry Jaemin, your turn is next.

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