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Like The Stars Pt. 3

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3

Pairing: jaemin x fem!reader

Genre: smut, fluff, sex lessons au, friends to lovers

Word Count: ~8,2k

Includes: high school seniors (everyone is legal of age); canon bisexual mc; side characters donghyuck, renjun, and karina; profanities; obviously, sex lessons; kind of a slow burn; mc is not as oblivious and innocent anymore?; does mc unconsciously have praise kink? she might; protected sex!!

Summary: you'd had a crush on renjun for as long as you could remember, but your lack of experience always stopped you from taking the first step; it's a good thing you have your trusted friend jaemin to help you out

Author's note: i’d like to use the moment to say that pt.1 is already at 1000+ and pt.2 is at 500+ and i really wanna thank all of you for reading so far! it means so much that so many people like it and that there are so many of you that keep up with the story, i hope that you will enjoy this one too !! <33 on a lighter note tho, time is relative so once again, pretend you understand the time skips plz

“Princess, let’s go on a date.”

You’d been on the phone with Jaemin for the past half an hour, discussing an imaginary future where the world was ruled by dogs and arguing which breeds would hold the highest positions. The sudden drop of such a question was enough to have your brain short-circuiting for a second until you realized the meaning of the words.

“A date?” you asked, still too dumbfounded to respond. 

“Yeah, a date,” he repeated with a soft chuckle but you could hear a slight awkwardness in the sound. Something in your chest fluttered. “We’ve literally been having sex for like three months now, might as well go on an official date or something.”

It sounded like it made sense. And at the same time, it absolutely didn’t. Your sex lessons with Jaemin had nothing to do with romance and feelings, and while you did start hanging out a lot because of them, an actual date really sounded way too distant from the nature of your relationship. 

But then your mind took a turn towards the warmth that spread in your chest every time he complimented you, the way you looked forward to any and every moment you could spend with him alone, the way you’d started seeing him differently - he was not just one of your best friends anymore, in the sense that he meant more. Suddenly, a suspicion started growing in you at that realization.

“Y/N? You still there? You can just say no, y’know…” Jaemin coughed awkwardly on the other side of the line. 

“Okay, let’s do it,” you said instead. 

“Wait-” Jaemin sounded genuinely surprised, and honestly you were too. “Are you for real?” he asked and you couldn’t help but think that his voice sounded hopeful. 

“Yeah, sure, I’m up for that,” you confirmed, nibbling on your lower lip. “Where do you wanna go?”

“Just stay where you are,” he said, a bit too obviously excited. The thought made the unfamiliar fluttering in your chest appear again. “I’ll come get you in, like, an hour.”

Next thing you knew, the call had dropped. You stared at the screen of your phone for a moment as the call screen disappeared and made way to your home screen. A photo of you and Jaemin. He’d been the one to take it, in celebration of putting up all the stars on your wall and he’d also been the one to set it as your wallpaper but you never thought of changing it. Looking at his smile made you happy every time you unlocked your phone. 

Maybe that’s something you should have realized sooner.

Your mind was buzzing as you got ready for your date with Jaemin. You were supposed to be in love with Renjun, so why was this date with Jaemin making you so nervously excited? You tried to imagine what it would be like if you were going out with Renjun instead but for some reason that didn’t feel right.

Deciding you should owe it to the fact that they are two different people and it felt unfair to spend a whole day with someone while imagining what it would be like to be with another person, you finished up picking your outfit and waited for Jaemin to arrive. 

“Pretty flowers for a pretty girl?” Jaemin grinned as you opened the door. Your gaze shifted down to a bouquet in his outstretched arm. 

“Daisies?” you raised your eyebrows, chucking. “I do appreciate the uniqueness but that’s kind of an odd choice, no?”

“Yeah, uh,” he scratched the back of his head awkwardly and chuckled, “a granny on the street gave them to me and she was so sweet I just couldn’t say no.” 

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes and laugh softly as you took the small bouquet from him and brought it inside to put in a vase. You could easily believe the grandma story, but a little part of you melted at the idea that maybe he could have actually gotten out of his way to get you flowers. You did your best to disregard the thought for the time being and walked out again.

“So where are we going exactly, Romeo?” you asked, hooking your arm around his with a smile. 

“Does it have to be Romeo exactly?” he asked, sounding a little concerned. “I don’t really feel like dying yet.”

“Sure, sure, be whoever you want,” you shook your head dismissively, in a quite childish manner honestly. “I just wanna know what we’re doing today.”

“You’ll see soon enough,” he smiled and you whined in response. “Come on, it’s not like I could come up with anything that spectacular on the spot, at least let me have the element of surprise with it.” 

“First of all, don’t act like I’ve not been a witness to the extent to which you’re willing to go to impress a girl you like,” you huffed, trying to cross your arms despite the fact that they were still wrapped around one of his. “And sure, this may be a kinda-not-really-a-date date but I will be genuinely offended if you just took me to the convenience store and got me a lollipop or something.”

“Well shit, can we go sit on that bench over there, I need to come up with a new date idea real quick,” he grinned and you hated the fact that you almost believed he could have been planning to do just that. “Relax, it’s at least a little bit better than that.”

You couldn’t make up your mind on whether that sounded reassuring or not. You decided to just trust him for now. With a quiet huff, you unwrapped your arms from his and instead decided on intertwining your fingers with his, which earned you a surprised glance and a sweet smile as his hold on your hand tightened. Some goddamn butterflies in your stomach seemed to come alive at that. 

~

The walk seemed both too long for your curiosity, and yet quite short once you reached your supposed destination - one of the city parks. 

“I didn’t know there’s a fair going on here,” you said as you took in the stalls offering anything from sweet corn to trinkets and games like duck fishing and shooting. There was even a carousel and a small Ferris wheel. 

“Yeah, I found out randomly and I thought you might like it so I really wanted to bring you here,” Jaemin smiled. Then his smile seemed to waver a little as he added: “Of course, if you completely hate it and that was a dumb idea, we can do something else instead…”

You quickly shook your head and looked at him, eyes shining as you smiled. 

“No, it’s perfect,” you reassured him. “I haven’t been to one of these in a while, let’s go look around!” 

The first stop you dragged Jaemin to was a cotton candy stall. You watched with almost child-like fascination as the owner rolled the cotton into a blue flower for the kid in line before you, bouncing a little on your heels excitedly. 

“Which color do you want, princess?” Jaemin asked as your turn came and he pulled out his wallet. You would have argued but you knew there wasn’t much of a point with him. 

“Pink,” you said instead, a smile curving your lips when the stall owner started working on your cotton candy. 

Soon enough you were holding a pink flower in your hand, munching cheerfully on the sugary treat. Jaemin led you as you walked around and looked at what every stand had to offer. You did end up buying a cute bracelet from a really kind lady and matching rings for you and Jaemin because you wanted to “have a memory of your kinda-not-really-a-date date”. It’s not like he tried to argue anyway. 

Instead, once you two had walked away from the stall, he dragged you to the side of the alley and stopped you there. 

“Remember that Polaroid camera you guys got me two years ago?” he asked and you nodded. “Since I rarely have the chance to use it, I actually brought it today. So let’s make some memories, hm?”

“Yes, yes!” you beamed and he took the small device out of his backpack, snapping a quick picture of your intertwined fingers and the rings on them. “Take one of the cotton candy too while it still looks pretty!” you prompted excitedly and he obliged with a soft chuckle. 

With the camera in his hand, he started pulling you around to take more and more photos of you and you had to literally steal it from him so that you could take a few of him as well. You did also take a couple of photos together: one taken by a lady passing by and one he took of the two of you. 

Somehow, you ended up in front of a shooting game stall. Your eyes glided over the prizes offered and stopped on a big stuffed bunny. 

“Look, it looks just like you,” you giggled, pointing at the toy. Jaemin followed your finger and smiled.

“How about I win it for you?” he raised his eyebrows. 

“Can you?” you laughed. “You’ve never even been in the same room as a gun before.” 

“So? You doubt my abilities to win a toy for you?” he asked, sounding almost offended if it wasn’t for the smile still curving his lips prettily. 

“I know better than to underestimate Na Jaemin,” you rolled your eyes. “But you can’t just be good at everything from the first try, you know.” 

Jaemin scoffed at your words. With a determination you rarely saw in him, he placed his things on the counter and paid the man behind the counter for one game. 

“How many points do I need for the bunny?” he asked seriously. 

“120 in total or three of those rabbit targets,” the man chuckled. He’d witnessed your conversation and he seemed entertained by it. 

Briefly, he explained how many points each target brought and Jaemin took upon his task. Surprisingly enough, he was doing quite well. He didn’t go for the rabbits, but five shots later, he hadn’t missed a single one. Setting the gun down, he looked at the man expectantly. 

“110, my boy,” he shook his head. 

“What do you mean 110?!” Jaemin widened his eyes in surprise. “I shot them all!” 

“Yeah, you got three times thirty and two tens,” the man explained patiently. 

“No, no, you said that those were 15 points each!” the boy argued and you could see him getting frustrated. You glanced at the man again. 

“He said that the ones above them are 15 points, Nana, you must have misunderstood,” you said. Bringing a smile on your face, you added: “It’s okay, I told you you can’t make it, let me be right this once, okay?” 

“But…” You could see the pout forming on his face and you couldn’t help but chuckle, reaching over to ruffle his hair. “I wanted to get it for you…” 

“Tell you what, son,” the man spoke up again. “Since no one else is in line right now, I’ll give you one extra shot. If you can get one of the rabbits, I’ll give you the bunny.” 

Jaemin’s face lit up at that as he nodded quickly and picked up the gun again. You couldn’t miss the tension in his body as he aimed for what seemed like ages. When he finally took the shot, you were almost anxious to check the result.

He’d shot the rabbit in the center. The victorious shout from his side told you as much about the achievement. He turned to you, a radiant smile on his lips which you couldn’t help but return. The stall owner went to get the stuffed bunny. 

“You should keep him, kid,” he said as he handed you the toy, winking conspiratorially to you. “He looks like he might be for real.” 

You felt heat rush to your face as you took the plushie and hugged it tightly to your chest. You glanced at Jaemin at found him holding the polaroid towards you. A photo rolled out of the device a moment later. 

“Sorry, you just looked adorable,” he grinned at your accusing glare. “Told you I can win.”

“Only because you got a bonus shot,” you rolled your eyes, yet your eyes drifted down to the toy and a smile grew on your lips. “Thank you.” 

Jaemin returned your smile and reached over to take your hand again as the two of you waved goodbye to the stall owner and walked away. A soft silence fell between you. Your thoughts drifted away to the thumping of your heart as you thought about the way he was squeezing your hand gently and the soft toy in your other hand. How different from before it felt and how similar it was to the way you felt about Renjun. Which was really weird to think about, because you could almost swear that thinking of Renjun at the moment did not make you feel the same way.

“Is there anything else you’d wanna do, princess?” he spoke up suddenly, startling you out of your thoughts. You looked at him again, and it felt like you looked for the first time. The realization almost startled the air out of your lungs.

“We’ve been here for quite a while,” you said, nibbling on your lower lip. It was true, not that you minded. “How about we go get a drink from over there and head home?” you offered and he nodded, leading you to the nearby coffee booth. 

The walk to your house felt much shorter than the one from it, perhaps because you didn't really wanna go home so it could only come too quickly. And indeed too soon you found yourself at the front door of your house. You turned to look at Jaemin. 

“Thank you for today,” he said, surprising you. He smiled at your expression and reached up to ruffle your hair. “I had fun so thanks for actually taking me up on the idea.”

“Oh, no, yeah,” you chuckled. “I had fun too, and I got a new plushie. His name is Nana by the way.”

“Oh what, really?” he gasped in fake surprise, bringing a hand to his chest for a bigger effect. “I can’t imagine how you thought of that!”

You giggled, hitting his arm lightly and he laughed in response. Then you bit your lip for a second, before taking an impulsive decision to lean up and press your lips against his. That seemed to startle him as he gaped as you pulled away. You could see red covering his ears. 

“What, we just went on a date, can I not do that?” you teased, giggling again at his flustered expression. “Come on, it’s not even our first kiss.”

“You…” He stared at you for a moment, maybe fighting his embarrassment or whatever else he was feeling, before finally smiling calmly again. “Thank you for the great date, Y/N. I’ll see you at school tomorrow.” 

With those words, he leaned over to peck your lips softly and then walked away.

~

That Saturday you found yourself reminiscing about the carnival visit, curled up in your bed, and looking through the numerous Polaroid photos you two had taken. Jaemin had given you half of them, ‘as is only fair’ and you were trying to pick which ones to put up on your memory board and which ones to keep somewhere safe. 

There were multiple photos where it was just you. Happily smiling, laughing, sometimes in the middle of saying something or eating cotton candy. It was all due to the fact that he never warned you that he was taking a photo, of course, but there was the undeniable fact that you couldn’t remember the last time you had so much fun without another care in the world. 

Then there were the photos you’d taken of him. He’d said he was giving all of them to you. They weren’t as natural as yours were - mainly because you had to specifically take the camera from him every time you wanted to take one - but despite that his smile was bright and genuine. And there was an… unusual glow in his eyes. It felt like he hadn’t been looking at the camera but at you. And like he was still looking through the photo at you. The clenching in your stomach came back so you quickly put the photo you were looking at away. 

He’d also given you the photo of your hands with the rings and one of the two of you that the random lady had taken. On it, you were clinging onto his side, while his arm wrapped around your waist and held you close. You were leaning onto him and his smile was halfway buried in your hair as if he was a second away from pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

The two photos right next to each other left a sweet taste in your mouth. It felt like they were real. It felt like your kinda-not-really-a-date date had been… well, really a date. You couldn’t help but think back to the afternoon you’d spent together, the bubbling excitement in your chest when you were with him and the warmth you felt whenever he smiled at you. 

Your eyes traveled over to your bed where Bunny Nana was comfortably nestled between your pillows. You’d hardly let go of it for the first couple of days since the date. And it’d been your faithful companion for a good night’s sleep throughout the whole week. A small smile curved your lips. 

Turning your gaze back onto the photos, you reached out and picked up one of the photos with only Jaemin on it. Your favorite one. As your fingers traced his face on it, you reached a painful conclusion - your feelings had irreversibly changed. 

You couldn’t tell when. You pushed your brain and you couldn’t come up with any recollection of it happening. And you could swear you hadn’t meant for it to happen.

But you were in love with Jaemin. 

In all honesty, the realization scared you. It scared you when you compared it to what you felt towards Renjun - it had the same bittersweet taste, yet this time felt like so much more. It scared you as you realized that what you’d felt towards Renjun was not there anymore - he was one of your best friends and you didn’t wish him to be anything else anymore. But mostly, it scared you as you realized what you’d brought upon yourself. 

Perhaps this was what Hyuck had tried to warn you about. But you hadn’t fallen for Jaemin because of the sex lessons. You’d fallen for him because he was sweet and caring to you, because he always made sure you were okay, because of the way he always knew how to brighten your day. Because you’d allowed yourself to see him, instead of focusing only on Renjun. As you remembered all the times you’d been together, the little jokes, the shared comforting cuddles as you watched a dumb movie or talked about just anything, the stolen pecks whenever you could excuse them, you couldn’t help but realize how oblivious you’d been to your own heart. 

And that same heart was now thumping in your chest, both exhilarated by the freedom that awareness brought, and terrified of the mess lying ahead of you. 

Because you were closer to Jaemin than you’d ever been to Renjun, and because your feelings were apparently stronger this time, and because you weren’t sure whether you’d manage acting oblivious about them when you were not anymore. 

Because you were terrified of ruining what you had with Jaemin, but it was all your fault for starting the whole thing to begin with. 

~

“Have you and Hyuck had sex already?” you asked, eyes fixed on the ceiling in Karina’s bedroom. The girl looked up from her eyeshadow palette and raised a questioning eyebrow at you. 

“Yeah, we have,”  she answered directly. “Why?” 

“How long did it take you? Like, after you got together, I know that it took you ages to get to that point,” you chuckled. 

“Well, that depends,” your best friend laughed, setting down her makeup brush as she walked over to sit down next to you on the bed. “If you count just messing around a little, we’d been doing that since a long time back.” You couldn’t help the surprised gasp that escaped your lips to which Karina just rolled her eyes jokingly. “But if you mean, like, going all the way or whatever, it didn’t happen right away.” 

You hummed, nibbling on your lower lip. You were overthinking the amount of time you’d been stalling with Jaemin. Especially after your recent revelation. 

“Is this about Renjun again?” Karina asked, taking your hand with a concerned look in her eyes. “Still worried about your lack of experience?”

“Yeah,” you lied almost too easily. You trusted your best friend with your whole heart, but you did not feel ready to open up about everything that had been going on. You hoped she’d forgive you for hiding it from her. 

“Babe, he’s known you for years,” she said gently, squeezing your hand. “If your lack of experience can be a breaking point for him, then he’s not the right one for you. Plus, corruption kink is a thing, you know.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. 

“It’s not only that, Rina,” you muttered, hugging one of her fluffy pillows. “I’m still scared of what it’s gonna be like. What if the moment comes but I’m too scared to do it? Or what if I keep waiting for ‘the right time’ but it never comes? What if he’s okay with waiting for me but I ruin everything because I’m too self-conscious?” 

“Y/N,” she chuckled softly. “All those ‘what if’s are in your head. What if he’s happy to just have you by his side? What if he wants you to feel comfortable with him rather than just get it over with?” 

You bit your lips, thinking over her words. Of course, she was thinking about you in a potential relationship with Renjun, but you were thinking about how many different ways there were for you to ruin things with Jaemin. Yeah, to him it was just about helping you learn. But you guessed he was expecting that at some point he’d fuck you, and that was something he had made clear he’d like to do, even that he’d thought about it. And, well, he probably wouldn’t have agreed if that weren’t the case. What if he was disappointed that you kept stalling? Yeah, he’d never even hinted at that, but… 

You’d also thought about telling off the deal. Not because you didn’t want to go through with it, you actually wanted to do it more than when you had initially. And that was dangerous. What if it became impossible to hold back once you’d slept with him? But then again, how do you explain why you wanna give up the lessons halfway without lying but also without telling the truth? 

“You’re overthinking again, aren’t you?” Karina pulled you out of your thoughts and you looked at her, pouting at being caught. “Listen, do you remember how it was the first time you were with a girl?” 

“Yeah,” you nodded, smiling a bit at the memory. “We were both so lost and I was terrified of doing something wrong.” 

“And did you do something wrong?” she prompted.

“Probably,” you laughed a little. “But it got easier after that. I felt comfortable with her.”

“Exactly,” Karina winked at you and grinned. “Whether it’s Renjun that you get to be with or not, this is something that you’ll be able to talk about, and you’ll know how far you wanna go and when. Just go with what feels right to you. If it makes you feel better, I was anxious too the first time Donghyuck and I had sex. And for all his big talk, he was just as anxious.” 

“Thanks,” you smiled at her gratefully. You did feel a bit better. There was still a lot you couldn’t talk to her about, but even so, she’d managed to reassure you. 

“Of course,” she waved her hand in an ‘it’s nothing’ gesture. “Now, you can repay me by helping me with my eyeliner.”

~

You’d made up your mind. Your talk with Karina had made you reach a conclusion and you were going to stick with it before you ended up overthinking again and convincing yourself against it. 

“Nana, you’re home, right?” you asked over the phone, a little breathless from the fast walking.

“Yeah, why?” the boy on the other side asked, confused by your sudden call. 

“Can you come down and open the door please?” 

“I’ll come in a second,” he said quickly, and indeed a moment later, he was opening the door for you, a worried look in his eyes. “Is everything okay? Are you alright?” 

You couldn’t stop a chuckle from escaping you as you nodded in confirmation and walked inside. 

“Yes, everything’s fine, I just…” you started, then bit your lips as you searched for the right words. When you didn’t find them, you reached into your handbag and pulled out your most recent purchase, handing it to him. 

He stared at your outstretched hand for a long moment, before looking up at your face again, eyebrows raised in question. You weren’t sure what to say so you just stood there for a while, hoping he’d speak up sooner or later. His eyes fell again to the condom in your hand and he laughed voicelessly. 

“And here I thought something bad had happened to you,” he said finally, crossing his arms and leaning on the wall behind him. 

“Sorry,” you chuckled a little awkwardly. “I just wanted to get here before I change my mind.” 

Your eyes drifted away from him, heart beating loudly in your ears and you briefly wondered if the tension in your body was concealed or if he could see the shaking of your hands. 

“Of course, if it’s a bad time, I can go…” you said quickly, realizing that you’d just appeared out of nowhere without a warning. 

“No, no, it’s as good a time as any,” he said in what you supposed was meant to be a reassuring tone. Yet you either imagined or caught a slight nervousness in his voice. “Come, let’s go upstairs.”

You knew the way to his bedroom with your eyes closed by now. The familiarity of the place did not, however, take off the edge of tension. When you entered, he didn’t sit down. Instead, he looked at you with serious eyes. 

“Princess, if I’m understanding right, you’re here because you want me to have sex with you,” he started, pausing to give you time to disagree. You didn’t. “Are you sure about it?” 

“Yes, I am,” you nodded. “I’ve thought about it a lot and I want to do it. The more I let myself worry, the more I’ll stall.” 

“And you’re sure that you’re ready?” he asked again, stepping closer to you and wrapping his arms gently around your waist. “I promised to help you and I will, but you know that I don’t want you to feel pressured to do something like this.”

“I know, Jaem,” you said, barely hearing your voice yourself. A confession was almost on your lips, but you’d already prepared what you could say to him instead. “Yes, I’m anxious, but I trust you. I’ve thought about this enough to know that I want to do it with you.”

“Okay,” he responded softly, a small smile curving his lips. “Let me know if you change your mind at any point.” 

All it took was a nod from you and his lips were pressed against yours. It started slow, almost as if both of you were just savoring the moment and you loved it. Then he took a step back to his bed, pulling you with him.

Before you had time to think about it, you were sitting in his lap, legs on both sides of his. Your fingers buried in his hair and his hands gripping onto your sides almost desperately. You rolled your hips down and he pulled away from the kiss to groan quietly, then pressed his lips against your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses along your skin. You let out a shaky breath and leaned your head to the side. When he pulled away, your eyes met and you felt an excited shiver run down your spine. 

“Princess, can I take off your clothes?” he asked, a reassuring smile curving his lips. “And I’m gonna need to hear you on this, okay?”

You chuckled and rolled your eyes, but leaned down to peck his lips. 

“Okay,” you agreed as you looked at him again. “Yes, you can, and if it’s okay, take yours off as well, please.” 

You had just a second to register his pleased smile before he started undressing you. His fingers started swiftly working on pulling off your top and then followed your shorts, leaving you in a mismatched white lacy bra and panties with kittens. An amused chuckle left his lips and he smirked at you teasingly. 

“Listen, I wasn’t planning on this when I was getting ready in the morning,” you defended yourself, flustered with embarrassment. 

“That’s okay, it’s cute,” he smiled and pecked your nose. Then he carefully lifted you by the thighs and let you sit on the bed instead. “Get comfortable for me, okay? I’ll be with you in a second.” 

You nodded, yet didn’t move at all, instead choosing to watch as he took off his clothes. You’d seen him naked many times already yet it never failed to amaze you. And, well, more or less you were looking with new eyes, heart pounding loudly in your chest as you marveled at the sight. Plus, you were naked in front of him for the first time as well… 

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll end up forgetting to take it slow,” Jaemin chuckled and you quickly shifted your gaze to his face instead, heat rushing to your face, but also between your legs. He stepped in front of you again and leaned down to be closer to you. “Now, I want you to promise me, if something feels good, you tell me, if something doesn’t, you also tell me.” 

“I will,” you nodded, smiling a little. There was something in the way he spoke, confident yet ever so caring, that made you want to let him do just anything he wanted. 

“Good girl,” he said, pecking your forehead. “Now, first of all, foreplay - always a good thing, goes both ways. But since I’m excited enough as it is, we’ll focus on you this time, okay?” 

He waited for you to voice out your agreement before helping you move up on the bed and get comfortable, hovering over you as he kissed you again. His lips moved against yours slowly and sensually, as one of his hands took hold of your waist. Then it started sliding upwards, moving to your back so he could unclip your bra almost too easily. You expected him to pull away and look, but his lips remained on yours. It was only his fingers that carefully found their way under the fabric and gently rubbed over your nipple. You let out a whimper in the kiss and felt him smirk a little. 

For a short moment, it was as if he was just playing around, fondling your breast or pinching your nipple occasionally. And while you did like it, it was annoyingly not enough. Reluctantly you pulled away from your kiss and pouted at him. 

“Jaem, please, I need you to do more,” you asked quietly, a pleased smile from him meeting your words. And god, you realized, you’d do anything to see more of those. 

“That’s it, I want to hear how I can do better at all times,” he said, almost as if he’d just been testing you. Although you’d guess that he was also just teasing you. Both were equally plausible.

But you didn’t have time to ponder over that as his lips pressed against your jaw and started working their way down. In the meantime, he got rid of your bra, yet you were surprised when suddenly something wet brushed along your nipple. You gasped and looked down to Jaemin looking up at you with a playful spark in his eyes. He hadn’t asked yet you still nodded and then his lips wrapped around the sensitive bud.

He sucked and teased it with his tongue, then moved along to the other one, drawing small whimpers out of you as he worked you up little by little. At one point though, his lips stopped a little higher up your chest and he started sucking persistently on that spot. He only pulled away when you couldn’t help but squirm a little. 

“Did you just leave a hickey on my boob?” you scoffed in amusement, eyebrows raised. 

“Not exactly your boob but close enough,” he grinned. “It’s not that high up, you can hide it, don’t worry.” 

You hadn’t even thought about that. You couldn’t tell him that you didn’t care, so instead you just nodded. You waited for a moment but he didn’t do anything else and you could feel anxiousness starting to build up in you again. 

“So what comes now?” you asked, cringing internally at how dumb that sounded. “I mean like-” you tried to explain but he shushed you with a peck. 

“Can I eat you out?” he asked with a smile that felt too innocent for his question. 

“God, please do,” you blurted out. The knowing look on his face told you that he knew how much you’d wanted that, yet he didn’t say anything. 

Instead, with small open-mouthed kisses, he made his way down your body, settling between your legs. He took a moment to just press featherlight kisses along your thighs. Then his lips pressed against your still clothed clit and your thighs twitched. You couldn’t help but moan quietly when you felt his tongue glide over your soaked slit through your panties. It was so good but it could be so much better, you thought and squirmed a little. You felt his light chuckle more than you heard it as he slowly dragged down your underwear and threw it to the side. And then finally, finally, his tongue met your bare pussy. 

As his lips wrapped around your clit and his tongue pressed down on it lightly, you could swear you were going to lose your mind by the time he was done. And it would be worth it. He lapped kittenishly at the sensitive spot, only moving occasionally to focus on your slit for a short while instead. You were a moaning mess almost too quickly but it all felt so good you couldn’t even feel embarrassed about it. 

Jaemin’s fingers brushed along your thighs and you couldn’t tell if he meant to tease you or not but you couldn’t help but squirm in his hold. He chuckled against you, sending a shiver down your spine and a whine out your lips. 

“Nana, can you please…” you mustered up the courage to speak up, although not very coherently “fingers, your fingers…” 

He pulled away, a string of saliva connecting his lips and your clit. When he licked his lips, it broke, but the sight of his puffy lips glistening with your arousal was enough to have you whimpering again. 

“You want my fingers inside of you, princess?” he asked to confirm and you nodded quickly. “Of course, anything for you,” he smiled and one of his hands immediately reached down between your legs.

His fingers brushed over your hole teasingly before one of them slipped inside you pumping slowly. You squirmed in pleasure, grasping at the bedsheet as you struggled to hold back a moan. Jaemin didn’t seem to help with that though, as his tongue was back on you a moment later. Between his mouth and his finger curling inside you and pressing against your walls, you were easily far too gone. 

“So good,” you whimpered out. “So close, please, don’t stop,” you pleaded, feeling the orgasm building up dangerously. 

Diligently, he obeyed your plea and soon you were slipping over the edge, a moan of his name on your lips, fingers clutching the sheets in a death grip. His tongue worked on you gently until you started calming down finally and only then did he pull away and sit up to look at you. 

“Such a sweet princess you are,” he praised gently and reached over to stroke your head. When you blinked up at him in confusion, he chuckled. “You let me know what you wanted and you also told me what felt good.” 

“You take such a strong stance on that whole thing,” you muttered and he laughed. 

“Because that’s how you learn, babe,” he pointed out. “You listen to what the other person says. I want you to feel good, and I also want you to understand that it’s okay to voice out your needs or preferences, okay?” 

What he said made sense, and although it wasn’t something you were hearing for the first time, you guessed it was nice of him to make sure that you felt comfortable enough to apply it in practice. But that was not what made butterflies rise in your stomach. It was the pet name. Jaemin often called you princess. While it always made you feel soft and mushy on the inside, you were used to it and didn’t give it too much thought. But babe? Babe was something only Karina called you platonically. But babe was also something that from him sounded too nice. You brushed the thought away. 

“Okay,” you agreed. “Can I touch you?” you asked and that earned you another one of those gorgeous pleased smiles. 

“Be my guest,” he said, leaning down to peck your neck again. “Oh, how I would love to cover you in love bites,” he mumbled against your skin and you couldn’t tell if he was telling you or just thinking out loud. You wanted to tell him that he could, but a small still rational part in your brain convinced you against it. 

Hooking one of your arms over his shoulder, you reached your free hand out and carefully wrapped it around his cock, stroking it slowly. You teased the tip and Jaemin exhaled slowly against your skin, burying his face in your neck. You sped up your hand movement a little, squeezing your fingers around him gently and he groaned, grabbing your hips. 

“Is this good?” you asked quietly, heart thumping in your chest. 

“So good,” he groaned, pressing his lips to your collarbone shortly. “But if you could do it faster, it would be amazing.” 

You were happy to oblige, even happier when you felt him shiver in your arms. Yet as soon as a moan escaped his lips, he was fumbling to stop you. 

“I don’t want to come before I’m inside you,” he explained breathlessly to your quizzical look and you bit your lips. 

Right. He would soon be inside you. That same dick you were just stroking would be entering you and nervousness found its way to you again.

“Princess, stay with me,” Jaemin called out, stroking your hair gently. “Are you still sure you want to do this?” 

“I am,” you confirmed, your free arm joining the other one around his neck. “I’m just nervous. Is it going to hurt?” 

“It might,” he confirmed what you already knew. “But for that reason, we have…” Instead of finishing his sentence, he reached over to his bedside drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube. “You’re already quite wet, but it’s always easier with some additional help.” 

You nodded in understanding and he sat back up to pour some of the liquid onto his fingers. He rubbed his fingers together to make sure they were properly covered and then brought them down between your legs. You shivered slightly at the cool wet feeling and Jaemin looked up at you. 

“Oh, no, I’m okay,” you quickly assured him. “Go for it.” 

Two of his fingers pushed inside you slowly. It wasn’t your first time using lube so you knew what to expect, but you still couldn’t help but moan at the feeling as his fingers started working inside you and spreading you out. As you relaxed more into his touch, he carefully added a third finger and you let out something between a gasp and a moan. Jaemin chuckled quietly, rubbing his thumb over your clit. 

“If you do that again, I might actually cry,” you whimpered and he laughed. “I think… I don’t really know, but I think I’ll be fine like this, can we…” 

“Yes, princess?” he chirped as if he didn’t know crystal clear what you meant. You scoffed, feeling heat rush down your whole body. 

“Jaemin, just fuck me already, please,” you said as decisively as you could without your voice shaking. 

“Come here, princess,” he smiled, pulling you to sit up in front of him. “You’ll help me put on the condom.” 

“Why me?” you asked, narrowing your eyebrows. “I think you know how to do it yourself.” 

“I do know,” he rolled his eyes jokingly, “but that doesn’t mean it wouldn’t feel nice if you did it instead.” 

You let out a small ‘oh’ and nodded, so he smiled and handed you the packet. When you looked down, you noticed it wasn’t the one you’d brought and chuckled slightly at the idea that he had been prepared already. You tore it open and pulled out the rubber. 

“Squeeze it here,” Jaemin instructed and your fingers pinched at the closed end. “Now put it on and roll it down.” 

You followed through, experimentally stroking his shaft a couple of times once it was fully on. 

“Good enough?” you asked, looking up to meet Jaemin’s eyes again. You couldn’t stop yourself from leaning up and kissing him shortly. 

“Perfect,” he smiled. 

He reached over for the lube once again, pouring some of it on his hand again and then stroking himself a few times as you watched a little curiously. Jaemin used his free hand to tilt up your chin and tsked quietly. You pouted but he pecked away your pout and pushed you back until you were laying down again. 

“Ready?” he asked and despite the anxious shiver that ran down your spine, you said yes. 

It started out slow. You wouldn’t say it was really that painful but you could definitely feel the stretch, thankful for the lube Jaemin had generously applied. You heard yourself whimper out at some point and he immediately stopped, peppering your face with little kisses. 

“I’m good,” you assured him with a trembling voice, gently threading your fingers through his hair, “kiss me and keep going.” 

And he did. His lips pressed against yours in what was probably the sweetest and most gentle kiss in your life so far. At the same time, his hips pushed forward again. You got so lost in the kiss that it took you a while to notice that he’d stopped again. He was already fully inside you, you realized, as you broke the kiss. 

“How are you feeling, princess?” he asked quietly. 

“Good, I’m feeling good,” you said honestly, brushing through his hair, already damp with sweat. “How are you feeling?” 

“Never been better,” he chuckled, pecking your nose. “You feel so good around me. And you’re doing so good.” 

“Is it hard for you to go so slow and hold back?” you smiled, twirling a strand of his hair around your finger. You were beaming on the inside from his praise though. 

“Don’t think about it, okay?” he grinned and you giggled. “Take your time and tell me when you’re okay to go on.” 

“It’s okay, Jaem, you can move,” you said and he raised his eyebrows doubtfully. “I’m sure, just don’t go all out on me from the start, hm?” 

“As you say,” he smiled and pecked you again. 

And then started moving slowly. It took you a moment to get used to the feeling of his dick sliding in and out of you, but soon enough you were already moaning softly, gripping onto his hair in pleasure. You made sure to let him know that you liked it, that you were okay with going faster, with going harder and he followed through. 

You were seeing stars again. Jaemin was working his magic on you again, your moans were mixing with his and the sounds of sex. When he leaned down to kiss you again, you whimpered against his lips. You were so close to cumming again and by the tension in his body, you could guess he was too. 

“Jaem, I’m close,” you whimpered as you pulled away from the kiss and he smiled against your lips. “Keep going, please.” 

“Of course, princess,” he responded, voice raspy and low and you could cum just from that.

Truth be told, it took so little after that that maybe you did indeed. Your orgasm washed over you so intensely that you were digging your nails in his shoulder blades so hard you were sure you’d leave marks, only self-aware enough to move your hands from his hair before you’d pulled out a chunk of it.

You only somewhat registered Jaemin cumming as well once he started gradually slowing down and came to a stop. You were both panting heavily, too blown out to even move at the moment. You brought one of your hands up again to stroke his hair gently and his forehead dropped onto your shoulder. 

You weren’t sure how long you’d spent that way before he finally moved, pulling out of you and taking off the condom. You sat up in the bed crossing your legs as he tied the rubber, then went to throw it in the bin. Then he came to sit next to you, pushing a few sweaty strands of hair away from your face. 

“So… how do you feel, princess?” he asked carefully. “Does it hurt anywhere? Did you like it?” 

“I feel honestly great,” you hummed, smiling a little. “It was amazing. I knew I made a good choice with you, thank you so much.” 

“Well, congrats, your basic Sex Ed course has been completed, you’re ready to conquer a man’s bed,” he smiled in response and ruffled your hair. 

Despite the lighthearted truth in his statement, your heart clenched painfully. 

“Nana, can I go take a shower?” you asked instead of acknowledging his words. 

If he noticed your avoidance, he didn’t comment on it. Instead, he found you a towel to use, brought your clothes to the bathroom for you, and explained to you which bottle contained what. He didn’t offer to join you and you couldn’t decide whether you were relieved or disappointed. You didn’t offer either. 

As hot water started pouring on you, you let out a quiet sight. There was no doubt anymore. You were down, and you were down bad. You couldn’t go back to being Jaemin’s friend. It had been easier with Renjun, you’d only ever imagined what being with him would be like. But with Jaemin, you knew. And you didn’t know if you could bear letting it go. 

You ordered yourself not to cry. As you washed your body, your eyes fell on the hickey he’d left you. You reminisced over the past three months. About all the times he’d stolen kisses from you for no apparent reason. About his little remarks of ‘I imagined this’ or ‘I wanted to do this’ or ‘I’ve been waiting for this’. About the way he looked at you sometimes. About the game stall owner’s words. About the photos. 

A small traitorous part of you wanted to put those pieces together and maybe hope that he’d have some feelings for you too. It sounded too good to be real, yet what if… 

Clinging onto that little hope, you dried your body, got dressed again, and returned to his bedroom. He’d put on loose gray sweatpants and a black t-shirt while you were gone and he looked too good in that. You couldn’t help yourself as you walked over and pecked his lips. 

“Thank you,” you said softly. 

“You don’t need to thank me for anything,” he smiled in response. “Would you like to stay over?” 

“Sorry, my parents will be waiting for me,” you shook your head. Half a truth, as your parents were indeed home but you’d doubted they would disagree if you told them where you were. You just needed some time to think everything through. “I’ll see you tomorrow at school, okay?” 

You could have imagined the disappointment on his face. But as you made your way home, you let the idea warm you up. By the time you reached your front door, you’d made up your mind - distancing yourself would be impossible, and hiding your feelings was going to do you more harm than good.

You were going to be honest with him.

~

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Read It In The Newspaper

Pairing: ten X fem!reader

Genre: rivals to lovers, fake dating, college au, smut

Word count: a little above 24k

Includes: tbh pointless plot; yangyang as side character; yangyang doing god's work tbh; cameos by sicheng, louis and leon; random small bursts of fluff i think; slow burn but only if you squint and imagine literally everything in the month of storyline that i decided to just skip; an offensively vague description of dancing; a dash of unnecessary drama; mc having a plot-relevant talent for pickpocketing that is only mentioned once; marking kink; mc and ten kind of being in constant competition for the power dynamic; mc calls ten 'slut' once; blowjob; fingerfucking; riding; nothing too wild but it's like 4k words long lmao; unprotected sex (do not attempt unless carefully considered)

Summary: being in the college newspaper club was amazing. writing for the university newspaper was a dream come true. except when it came to your lifelong rival, ten lee. you hated the guy with your whole soul. and yet somehow you ended up pretending to date him. you now officially also hate liu yangyang.

!Requested by @georgespiffincloone (thank you ♡)

Author's note: so i wrote most of this while watching all 6 seasons of teen wolf, do with this information whatever you want; also i didn't mean for it to get this long like what happened? what happened is i almost deleted half of it because im scared that it's too long; i hope that you will enjoy it nonetheless and thank you for wasting your time here ♡ disclaimer: i have literally no experience in journalism so im only going off of how it works in the imaginary world of my head

Why is it so hard to find some interesting gossip in this goddamn college,” your best friend Yangyang whined for maybe the 16th time this week. “I have less than a week to come up with something or I’ll lose my spot.”

“Yeah, well better get digging then,” you said, empathy absent in your voice. It’s not that you didn’t really care, your mind was just a little too occupied with the article you were working on yourself.

Both you and your best friend were part of your college’s newspaper club. Yangyang had the gossip page which meant that every month he had to find the most interesting useless pieces of information that the student body could care about and make them sound important. And you, on the other hand, kept a record of the academic achievements of anyone and everyone in your college.

The piece you were working on at the moment was about the science club. There had been a competition recently and sadly they had lost, so now it was your job to report about it in the next edition of the college newspaper. At the moment, you were working on the closing paragraph and you just didn’t seem to be able to make it sound good.

“Can’t you be a little more considerate and helpful?” Yangyang whined once again, breaking the fantasy that you had built in your head of him not disturbing your work. “Come on, you’re basically famous, there must be something you have heard?”

“Whatever made you think that people would come and share their problems with me?” you raised your eyebrows at him in question. “How do you usually find what to write about?”

“I have a large network of spies who provide me intel about people’s dirty business,” he grinned and you would have smacked him if he wasn’t on the other end of the large table in your club room. Instead, you glared at him. “Okay, I just overhear stuff most of the time and then go around asking until I have enough information. But I haven’t heard anything good enough recently”

Your only response was shrugging as you focused again on the document in front of you. It was quiet for a while longer and you managed to finally write your paragraph. Not ideal, obviously, but it was enough for now and you could go back to it if you came up with something better. Once again, you had almost forgotten that your best friend was in the room. Until he spoke up again.

“You’re a terrible best friend, Y/N. Ten would have offered to help me.” You froze in your spot and slowly looked up at him again, death glare on your face.

“What did you just say?” you asked quietly, tone dangerous as if you were giving him the opportunity to fix his mistake before it was too late.

“Ten would have just shown a little more sympathy, you know?” he went on though. “He would also offer to help me find something, he wouldn’t blow me off like that”

Ten Lee, another member of your newspaper club, was nowhere nearly as nice as your best friend implied. In fact, he was a little bitch that would laugh in Yangyang’s face if he heard him complain about something like this (and you could say this from personal experience). You were very aware of the fact that what the boy was doing was manipulating you for his own gain. You were smart enough to know that. But not smart enough to resist.

“Give me three days and you’ll have something to write about,” you said through gritted teeth. The grin that spread on Yangyang’s face made your blood boil. You hated the fact that he could control you that easily. But you wouldn’t break your word.

“You’re the best!” he cheered, shutting off his laptop as if the fact that you agreed to help meant that he had no more work to do. Infuriating.

“Remember that for the next time you decide to compare me with Ten, dumbass,” you rolled your eyes, adding a barely audible “brat”.

“Of course, of course!” he said cheerfully. “I gotta go meet up with Hendery now, but I'll text you later, okay? Let me know if you find anything good!” he said as he packed his things quickly. You hummed in response and waved at him weakly as he rushed out of the club room.

Three days, of course you could come up with something until then. You were an experienced journalist after all.

…

Three days later, you had nothing.

“Why the fuck is everyone in this god-forsaken establishment so boring?” you sighed dramatically, forehead resting on the desk in front of you as despair filled your every cell.

“See, I told you it's impossible to find something right now,” Yangyang sighed next to you. “I have been scrolling through thousands of Instagram comments all day just in case someone somewhere is causing drama and absolutely nothing…”

“How can this be possible, you can't tell me everyone is suddenly peaceful and loving with each other,” you lifted your head, pouting in your best friend's direction.

“At this point I am willing to go and-” the boy started but he couldn't finish as the door opened and someone walked in.

“Ah, dumb and dumber,” you heard a painfully familiar voice and you looked up.

There he was, the infamous Ten Lee.

When it came to you and Ten, there was a long story to tell. Well, not really that long. But you hated the guy ever since the first day that you'd met him in freshman year. He was an insufferable annoying little shit and no amount of fangirls could change your opinion.

And yes, somehow the little (and by little, obviously you also meant short) fucker was one of the most popular faces in your college. Somehow people found him attractive. You credited that mainly to the fact that he was part of the dance team. You'd heard incredible things about his dancing, yet you refused to believe any of it simply out of the stubborn belief that there was no way he could be that good at anything besides pissing the hell out of you.

There was one good thing that came out of your deep despise for Ten and that was the newspaper. Both of you were in the club and your initial irritation with each other quickly turned into a fierce rivalry for the first pages and the best articles. Little by little, as a result of that, the newspaper had gained more and more readers, nowadays almost everyone read it. But that only meant that the importance of the quality of what you wrote only grew, and so did your rivalry with Ten.

You quickly recollected yourself, never in a million years would you let him of all people see your little mental breakdown.

“Have you two losers been in here all day?” he asked and you sighed in despair. Of course, there was no way you could have a moment of peace with him in the room.

“Some of us take this newspaper seriously, you know” you retorted, glaring at him as he chuckled at your response.

“Didn't you submit your, ahem, very interesting and important article yesterday though?” he asked, mockery in his voice. “Or you're already starting next month's one? It wouldn't be a bad idea, maybe this time you'll manage to finish it without the editors complaining that they can't do their job because you're running late.”

“Well, unlike some people, I don't write about the same thing every month, so I need some time to do proper research,” you rolled your eyes, closing your laptop in frustration.

“Actually, she was trying to help me,” Yangyang spoke up and you looked at him in disbelief - it wasn't Ten's business what you two had been doing. “Y/N, he might be able to help,” the boy reasoned, noticing your displeasure.

You didn't respond, instead simply crossed your arms and let the younger one make the mistake he seemed to think would be a good idea.

“I haven't been able to find what to write about this month,” he explained to the older one. “So she agreed to try and search for a topic with me.”

“And what is the masterpiece that you're helping him with?” Ten glanced at you, raising his eyebrows. You gritted your teeth together. He simply couldn't not be a little bitch for a second, could he? “Surely, a renowned journalist like you must have found the biggest hit of the century.”

“We have nothing,” you hissed through gritted teeth. You felt almost physical pain from admitting your failure in front of Ten.

“I'm sorry, did you just say that you have nothing?” he asked, blinking as if in confusion. “You haven't started it yet or?”

“No, I said we have nothing,” you raised your voice, your annoyance taking the better of you. “I was not able to find anything at all for him to write about. Are you happy?”

It took a moment for your words to register into Ten's brain (you supposed that thing was so rusty and unused, it probably needed a couple of years to process information and load a response).

"Amazing!" Ten laughed out as if you were the brightest comedian he had ever heard speak. "And you call yourself a journalist?"

"What, like you could do better?" you spat defensively. "90% of what you write is about your own dance team"

"I write about the things people care about, darling. You should try it too, maybe then you would be able to finally make it to the first page."

"At least I put in actual research into my work. If Yangyang had asked you for help, you wouldn't even know what to do!"

"Oh really? Remind me again, with all your research experience did you find anything, Sherlock?"

"You guys just gave me the best idea!" Yangyang's voice suddenly interrupted your argument. You turned to look at him, halfway having forgotten that he was in the room as well. "What if you guys dated?"

Neither of you had what to say at first. You stared at the younger boy with a mix of utter shock and disgust on your face. Ten blinked a few times, before chucking and crossing his arms.

"I thought she's the dumb best friend," he said, grinning but his own surprise slipped through. "Makes sense though, a sane person wouldn't stick around her"

"Excuse me, last time I checked, your single brain cell is only passing classes because your team got first place in the dance championship two years ago," you retorted.

"Academic success being your only personality trait doesn't make you smart." That one hit a little too close to home so you opened your mouth to say something back, but Yangyang spoke up again.

"Guys, seriously, this is perfect!" he said excitedly, the grin on his face so big you were scared his head would split in two. At least it would provide a chance to confirm your suspicion about the void in his head where his brain was supposed to be.

"Would you please care to enlighten us how exactly this abomination of an idea is any good?" you asked, raising your eyebrows at him in disbelief.

"Everyone knows Ten," the boy started, causing a smirk on Ten's face. You rolled your eyes. "And by relation, everyone knows you," he turned to you.

"I'd hardly say that people really know me, Yang," you objected.

"Yeah, it would require being at least a little bit interesting for people to care about her."

"Can you shut your fucking mouth for one second please?!" you let out an exasperated sigh.

"No, but I'd like to see you try to make me," he winked at you, making you roll your eyes again.

"Oh my god, if this wasn't already so ideal, I would drive both of you over with the dean's car," the youngest laughed again. "Please let me finish, everyone knows the two of you. But more importantly, everyone knows how much you two hate each other. And that's precisely why literally everyone in this university is betting on how long it will take before you two get together!"

You could only stare gaping. Across from you, Ten choked on a laugh. For the first time since you'd known him, the two of you shared something in common - the absolute disbelief you felt right now.

"They are doing what now?" Ten asked finally, laughing as if that would break the spell on Yangyang and the younger would stop talking nonsense. Sadly, that wasn't the case.

"Come on, guys, you two would be the perfect example of the enemies to lovers trope! I've heard even professors talk about the sexual tension between the two of you."

You couldn't help but fake gagging at the last part, the idea of there being literally any sexual attraction in you for him making you cringe, in addition to the fact that apparently, your teachers were discussing your potential sexual life.

"It's okay, Y/N, you don't have to pretend you wouldn't fuck me if you had the chance, I won't judge," Ten said sarcastically. "Take it as a compliment though, people think you actually stand a chance with me."

If it wasn't too much effort for you, you'd walk over and kick him in the crotch for that. But instead, you chose to completely ignore him.

"Assuming that's true and people do think that way," you started, "it still doesn't mean I would ever date him."

"That's the thing, you don't have to!" Yangyang said as if that explained anything. "All you have to do is pretend that you're dating!"

"And why would we do that?!" Maybe it was your brain lagging but you didn't see what Yangyang wanted to achieve.

"And then she gets offended when I call her dumb…" If this was any other normal person, he would at least have the decency to say this quietly. But Ten Lee didn't have even a drop of decency in himself. "He wants to use us for his article, idiot."

"Exactly!" Yangyang nodded excitedly. "All you have to do is pretend that you're madly in love for a month or two. You can keep bickering as you already do, people love seeing it anyway, just with less murderous glares. After that, you can have a dramatic breakup and I will write about that as well, of course."

The room was silent for a while again. You glanced at Ten and found him already looking at you. For a second you were scared of what would come out of his mouth - you didn't care about his opinion and you didn't want to do this, to begin with, yet you knew he could reject you in the most brutal ways.

"Fine, I'll do it," he said instead. There was no way you could have been prepared for this. "But you owe me a favor," he added, chuckling at Yangyang's little happy dance.

"Hold up, I am not doing it," you protested quickly. "I have no reason to agree to such a thing. And I don't want to. No."

"Oh, come on, Y/N," Yangyang whined at you. "Aren't you as my best friend supposed to always have my back and help me when I need it?"

"Not if it requires being near Ten?!" you exclaimed. Honestly, you couldn't even process how your friend had come up with the idea - he knew better than everyone how much you hated the older boy.

"But you promised that you'd help me come up with something to write about," he pointed out, a pout curving his lips.

"And I worked hard, trying to dig up something to help you, but I never agreed to be the thing you write about in your gossip page."

"What are you so scared of, Y/N?" Ten butted in your conversation suddenly with a tempting tone in his voice. "Are you afraid that you might fall for me for real?"

“Wow, sorry to burst your bubble, but I am pretty sure I will be more than capable of resisting your so-called charms,” you rolled your eyes. “I am more worried about my sanity and IQ, I’ve already lost enough brain cells just by talking to you at the moment.”

“We don’t have to talk to each other to convince people we’re dating,” he had the audacity to wink at you suggestively and lick his lips and you faked gagging once again. He rolled his eyes. “Right, sorry, forgot you’re a prude with no sense of humor. On second thought, you probably wouldn’t even be able to act your part properly. There’s no way anyone would believe us if you keep being yourself.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you asked quietly, offended at the idea that you would be a bad actress.

“Exactly what you heard, angel, I don’t believe you’d be able to put your ego aside and act like a normal human being for long enough to convince people we’re really dating. No matter how much they want to see it, with your character they will know it’s fake,” he said, looking you dead serious in the eyes despite the smirk curving his lips.

“Just because I don’t flirt mindlessly with everything that walks, doesn’t mean I can’t act like a whipped high schooler for a couple of months,” you hissed out, lifting your chin proudly.

“Oh, really?” Ten said, tilting his head to the side in mock curiosity. “Prove it then. Kiss me, here and now. Yangyang over there sure knows painfully well how bad your opinion on me is. Convince him. Make him believe at least for one second that you are deeply and hopelessly in love with me. And I will admit to being wrong.”

You glanced at Yangyang for a second. The younger boy was paying close attention to your exchange, perhaps still hoping you’d end up agreeing. No help was coming from him, that was clear. If you were a bit more rational, you’d think that this was not worth it. But rationality left your brain whenever Ten was around. Especially if you had a chance to prove him wrong.

So you took a deep breath and stomped over across the room until you were standing in front of him.

“Very romantic approach,” he noted mockingly and you rolled your eyes before immersing yourself into your role, changing your expression to a more sensual one. You took a moment to slowly look him up and down as if appreciating the leather pants and nearly see-through shirt that he wore. You found the outfit extremely inappropriate.

“You come to school looking this hot and you expect me to remain indifferent?” you asked instead though, tone somewhere along the lines of ‘giving out that you’re turned on’. “Have you seen the way other people look at you when they pass by? They all want you so much…”

His arms that had until now stayed crossed in front of his chest relaxed and fell by his sides.

"You've noticed the way others look at me?" he asked, kind of sounding genuinely surprised. You chuckled softly.

"Of course I have, it's hard not to, especially when I have to listen to them swoon over you all the time," you replied, proud of yourself that you managed to sound only borderline jealous rather than very sick and tired of hearing his name wherever you went. "But I have to be honest with you, Ten," you went on, grabbing the collar of his shirt. "It's getting on my nerves. Don't you think it's time they know you belong to me?"

You didn't wait for his response. Instead, you leaned up and pressed your lips against his. It was a good thing that he wasn't that much taller than you so you didn't have to tiptoe or stand in an uncomfortable position in order to kiss him. It didn’t take him more than a second to kiss back, his arms wrapping around your waist and before you knew it, you were already deepening the kiss, pushing your tongue in his mouth.

Fuck, why did he have to be a great kisser… You’d started this with the full intention of pulling your best act at enjoying it, but instead, you were getting lost in the kiss, high on the way his tongue moved against yours. Somehow his hands slid under your shirt, fingers digging into your skin as he pulled you closer. A soft moan escaped you as you felt his teeth scrape your bottom lip and you felt him smirk in the kiss.

That was your sign to pull away, gasping for breath as your lips lingered against his for a little bit longer. You opened your eyes slowly meeting his. For a moment there, he wasn’t Ten Lee that you hated from the bottom of your heart. For a moment, you could see why people were attracted to him. And maybe in the heat of the moment, you leaned your lips closer to his ear and whispered: “If Yangyang wasn’t here, I’d make sure to mark you up so that everyone else would know you’re mine”.

Then you pulled away as if burned from his touch. You took a few steps back for good measure and turned to your best friend, waiting for his final judgment. You didn’t dare check what Ten’s reaction was to your words. Mainly because they didn’t make sense, Yangyang wouldn’t hear what you had said. And you sure as hell did not want to do anything of the sorts to him.

“I think that was a pretty convincing scene,” the younger boy said, shrugging slightly. “I have no idea what you said to him, but if he keeps looking at you that way, no one will even doubt you two.”

You didn’t check what Yangyang meant by “that way”, you didn’t want to know. Instead, you just shrugged and walked over to pick up your bag from the chair it had been peacefully sitting on during this whole shitshow.

“Month and a half. And we’re breaking up because of him,” you declared, still only looking at Yangyang. The boy clapped his hands excited, stars glimmering in his eyes. “Now excuse me, I have no desire to look at either of you unless it is a matter of life and death, and maybe even then. I have a class to get to.”

With that you walked out of the club room, mentally cursing yourself for agreeing to this. How ridiculous, your hands were shaking.

…

About three minutes after your last class for the day ended, your phone rang. You didn't recognize the number, so you didn't pick it up. But your phone rang again. And then a third time. You caved in and picked up.

"Yes?"

"Wow, when I don't have to look at your face, I can almost enjoy hearing your voice," a familiar mocking tone sounded through the speaker and you couldn't help but groan.

"How'd you get my number, idiot?" you hissed out.

"I asked Yangyang," he replied casually. "You know, it would be weird if we were dating and didn't have each other's phone numbers."

"Great, so you have mine and I have yours, now you have three seconds to hang up or I will."

"Hold up, we have some things to talk about," he said instead and you raised your eyebrows even though you knew he wouldn't see you.

"Pray tell, what would that be?" you asked confused.

"Details about our relationship, love," he chuckled. You gagged at the pet name and a tsk sound came from the other side. "First of all, you gotta stop forcing yourself to act disgusted around me."

"If you genuinely think I am forcing it, you're delusional. Sorry to break it to you," you hummed, sighing. "But surprisingly, you have a point. We should… ugh, I can't believe I'm saying this, we should meet up and talk about it."

"How shocking, a thought has appeared in your pretty head for once," he hummed and you tried to ignore the weird almost compliment in his words. "Hopefully, by the end of the next month and a half, it won't be so lonely."

"Yes, and maybe you'll stop being such a little bitch," you muttered, fully aware he would hear you over the phone. "Meet me in the library in 10 minutes."

"No," he said quickly, "we need people to see us. To make it seem like we started slipping so that people believe easier once the article is out. The cafe. And you better be there in 5."

He didn't even bother waiting for you to respond, instead just hung up on you. You cursed under your breath, muttering about an annoying little jackass who thinks he owns the world as you saved his number into your contacts list. You were tempted to not listen to him and just go home, but reminding yourself that you're doing this for Yangyang, you unwillingly made your way to the campus cafe.

Contrary to what you expected, he wasn't in the center of the room and surrounded by people. Instead, he had taken a seat at a small corner table with only one other seat across from him. Taking a deep breath, you made your way over to him, ignoring the glances you got.

"You're one minute late," he said instead of greeting you as you sat down on the empty seat.

"Wow, a whole minute! Plus, you're lucky I even came. If you try ordering me around one more time, the next thing Yangyang writes about will be your death under mysterious circumstances," you rolled your eyes.

Completely ignoring your comment, he slid one of the two cups in front of him over to your side. When you looked at him in confusion, he sighed.

"Hot chocolate. Yangyang said you like it."

"You asked him what I like?" you asked in confusion, being considerate enough for something like that wasn't a trait of his.

"If we're going to do this, we need to know things about each other, you know," he rolled his eyes as if your question was the dumbest thing someone could ask. "And I didn't really think you'd tell me if I asked."

You didn't reply. He did have a point. You hated the fact that he had had a point on more than one occasion today. Instead, you wrapped your hands around the warm cup and took a sip, looking around. People were looking at the two of you, you could see some of them whispering to each other. There were two options - either they were just genuinely surprised to see you together, or they really did think something was going on between you and Ten.

"So, how did we start dating?" Ten interrupted your thoughts and you looked at him startled. Rolling his eyes, he clarified: "Yangyang is close to both of us. It makes sense that he knows how it happened. Plus if he writes about it, we won't have to explain it."

"Ah, well…" you hummed, thinking. "Honestly, I cannot imagine any scenario where I'd fall for you. But, uh… we hooked up at some party?"

"Have you ever been to a party in your life?" he mocked and you were tempted to pour the hot chocolate over his head. "Also, that's lame. And I don't do hookups at parties, everyone knows that, too many people have tried. We need something different."

"Okay, calm down," you muttered, crossing your arms. "What do you suggest then, top 10 hottest male celebrities?"

"I don't know how you manage to make something like that sound offensive," he laughed. You shrugged. "Okay, what if we tell them we were working on an article together and in the process, we discovered that we don't entirely hate each other?"

"But that would mean that we have to actually work together and publish something," you pointed out.

"What, you don't think you can manage with that?"

"Of course I can, I know how to be professional"

"Then I don't see the problem. We have a month to come up with something for the next edition."

"Fine," you agreed. You couldn't imagine what topic the two of you would be able to write about together, but you were willing to try.

"Now for the next month, people will have to see us together often. And acting appropriately for a couple. If there is something you'd like me not to do to you, tell me now," he said, looking at you seriously. You raised your eyebrows.

"Well, I'd appreciate it if you don't try to fuck me in public."

"So I am allowed to try in private?" he smirked and you groaned in exasperation. He chuckled. "Fine, no sex, I didn't think we'd have to clarify that, but okay, anything else?"

"I don't really know, if we're gonna be going off the sexual tension everyone sees between us, it doesn't make sense to just hold hands and stare at each other lovingly," you said, mostly thinking out loud. "And it wouldn't be us. So, as Yangyang said, we keep acting as we always have, just less hostile and with occasional making out." Ten just stared at you for a moment so you leaned back, suddenly cautious. "What?"

"I didn't expect you to be so rational about it," he responded. "I expected you to freak out more after your initial disgust with the idea."

"Oh, don't get me wrong, I still hate this. But I promised my best friend, so I can at least make an effort."

He looked at you for a bit longer. A small smirk curved his lips before he stood up from his seat.

"Finish your hot chocolate, I'll call you if I have an idea for the article," he said and you blinked at him, startled by his abrupt leave. Then he winked at you. "See you on Monday, babe."

…

"Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I act like I hate you for a few years first?

It is finally happening, my friends! The moment we have all been waiting for since we first saw them together. And I am delighted to be able to report to you straight from the crime scene: our own local heartthrob Ten and his life-long rival, none other than my best friend Y/N, have finally found love. And by that I mean, with each other. Yes, you heard me right! The enemies have finally become lovers! And they will both probably kill me when they see their names on this page, but I could just not hold my excitement, I had to tell you as soon as I heard!"

After that, Yangyang went on with your made-up story of how you'd fallen in love and how "disturbing it is to have to share the club room with you, now that you two are all over each other all the time".

You took a deep breath. The news was out. Which meant that the moment you set foot on the campus, everyone would think that you're dating Ten. You weren’t sure whether you were ready to go through that. But there was no going back now. So you made your way to campus.

“Is it true?!” a girl you had never met in your life jumped up as soon as she saw you.

“Is what true-” you asked dumbfounded as more girls seemed to notice you and rush over.

“You and Ten, of course!” the first girl clarified, rolling her eyes as if you were acting dumb. Maybe you were. But so what, you deserved to act however you wanted in this case.

“What about me and him?” you asked, scrunching your nose in disgust and glaring at her.

“Well, are you two together or not?!” another girl asked impatiently and you made a point to look at her in utter distress.

“What- what do you mean “together”-” you stuttered out, looking from face to face frantically. They were all looking at you expectantly, excited or ready to kill, you weren't sure.

“Well, it was in the newspaper,” a girl said, almost sounding as if she was forcing herself to be patient with you. “Y’know, we just didn’t wanna assume-”

You gritted your teeth, exhaling sharply through your nose. “That little brat,” you hissed out to yourself.

“So it is true then?!” someone squealed and a few gasps flew by. You almost broke into a smirk, this was just too easy.

“I- well-” you tried to look like you’re panicking, like you don’t know whether to admit it or not. A giggle came from your left. You let out a defeated sigh. “Uh, yes? It’s true…” Squeals were all you could hear for half a minute. Gosh, were these girls in high school still? You barely held back from rolling your eyes.

“You have to tell us everything!” someone tugged your arm. You genuinely didn’t recognize any of the faces around you yet questions were pouring over you as if every one of these girls had known you since you were a baby.

“Uh, maybe some other time-” you responded, slowly making your way out of the crowd, trying to be the least violent that you could. “I’ve got classes in a bit so I don’t- it’s not the best time-”

Despite your best effort, it took you almost 10 minutes to finally shake off the last of the intruders and get to your class. Sadly, the peace was only temporary as almost everyone who had managed to sit somewhere around you had just as many questions. And once class was over, it was more people in the hallways stopping you and asking for more details. It was draining you so quickly, you were considering going home early.

“This is all your fault,” you grumbled to your best friend. It was time for lunch break and you were hoping that they would at least let you eat in peace. All hope was lost though as yet another girl you’d never met in your life asked if Ten was good in bed. What the fuck did that matter to her anyway?!

“Oh, come on, give them three days to accept it and they’ll stop,” Yangyang chuckled, patting your back sympathetically. “I told you it would be big news.”

“Yeah, and I thought it would be big news that they would talk about amongst themselves!” you whined. You could hear whispers, you could feel eyes all over you. It was already getting colder, which meant that everyone would be eating inside. So you decided that eating in the cafeteria wasn’t an option. “Come on, we’re having lunch outside.”

Yangyang looked like he wanted to protest but a murderous glare from you had him making the wise choice to not open his mouth. You sent him inside to get some food for the two of you as you made your way to the backyard to find a nice spot where you could sit.

Suddenly, a familiar voice called out your name and you felt like crying. You had hoped that you wouldn’t have to be around him so soon. But luck was never on your side, was it? You looked over in his direction and met eyes with a grinning Ten that was waving at you. You took a deep breath and made your way to him.

“Shut up, idiot, I barely made it here without one of your dumb fangirls asking me what your favorite sex position is,” you hissed out as soon as you made your way over to him. The poor excuse of a human being had the audacity to grin back at you.

“So what is it?” a new voice popped up and you glanced to the side, meeting eyes with a pretty-looking boy. You must have looked confused, as he went on to clarify. “His favorite position?”

“Why would I-” you almost finished with ‘know’, yet stopped yourself on time. Taking a deep breath, you crossed your arms in front of your chest. “I don’t think it’s any more of your business than it was theirs.” You were fuming, barely holding back from shouting at this kid that obviously was a friend of Ten, since the two of them were there together.

“Love, you know Sicheng?” Ten chimed in as if to prevent you from actually lashing out. You looked back at him, a grin spreading his lips as if he was holding back a laugh. Your mind went over the name a couple of times. Oh, yes, Sicheng, he was also on the dance team.

“Right, Sicheng, sorry,” you sighed, relaxing your posture again. “I’ve just- had a rough day,” you hummed apologetically at the boy. He smiled at you slightly, nodding as if to dismiss your concern.

“See, that’s better,” Ten cooed and before you took notice, grabbed your wrist and pulled you sideways in his lap.

“What the fuck-” you nearly screamed, immediately trying to get back up but an arm wrapped quickly around your waist and held you down. “Ten, let go right the fuck now, I am not sitting in your lap!”

“Come on, babe, please?” he looked at you, all pouty lips and pleading eyes. He was mocking you and you had no way of escaping it. “It’s not like we have to hide anymore,” he added and you would have clawed out his eyes if you could.

“Y’know, I will leave you two alone,” Sicheng said suddenly and you felt like begging him to stay. You opened your mouth to protest but he beat you to it. “No, really, I don’t mind finding some of the others instead. You two spend some time together.”

Smiling at you again, he collected his stuff and walked away. You followed him with eyes, glaring at Ten once the boy was out of sight.

“Great job, there are probably not many people who really enjoy your company and you just made one of them uncomfortable enough to leave,” you muttered.

“But look, at least you don’t have to pretend you like me for a little bit,” he smirked at you, his fingers playing with a strand of your hair. To a side-eye, you probably looked utterly in love and just being touchy.

“As long as I am sitting in this exact spot, I need to act like I enjoy it here,” you rolled your eyes, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

“Well, you better make yourself comfortable because this is where you’re spending lunch break.”

“Damn, you must be really desperate to feel any kind of intimacy if you’re so willing to keep me here against my will.”

“Where’s your little pet?” Ten narrowed his eyes at you, completely ignoring your words. You decided to take it as a win.

“Yangyang? He’s getting food for the two of us,” you responded, raising your eyebrows at him slightly. “There aren’t really rules set in stone when it comes to dating, okay? We made a point, you can easily have something to do that requires you to get up and leave now.”

“Yeah, but I’d rather stay here,” he grinned. “You’re not the only one that has to deal with nosy questions, I prefer you over them,” he added. Then his eyes moved from you as he waved to someone behind your back. “Ah, there he is. Over here, we have room for one more.”

“I swear to fucking-”

“Ah, young love... I see you two have already found each other,” Yangyang’s voice suddenly entered your bubble and you turned to look at him. “I hope you include me in the stories you tell your grandkids,” he added and you rolled your eyes.

“Stop talking nonsense, Yang, I want my lunch,” you mumbled, reaching your hand out to him.

“I could be your-” a voice started from next to you and you put a finger up to stop him from going on.

“If you continue that sentence in the way that I think you want to, I will stab you to death with my fork.”

The only response that came from Ten was a chuckle. You didn’t look away from Yangyang as he handed you a box with baked potatoes. You fished out your little purse from your bag, took out the fork you carried with you and opened the box. The food was still warm so you hummed happily and started eating.

You felt a slight weight on your side and glanced over. Ten had leaned his chin on your shoulder, eyes closed as his fingers kept twirling your hair. There was a weird intimate feeling creeping in on you and you were tempted to move away or at least tell him to stop that, yet… it somehow felt nice. So you didn’t say anything. You looked ahead again, meeting Yangyang’s eyes.

He was analyzing the two of you, you could see it. But why would he be doing that, he knew the truth - you were doing it for him. He should be grateful, you thought, scowling slightly. You would have never agreed to do something like this - sitting like this, if it wasn’t this dumb promise that you had given.

“Are you two usually just sitting in silence when you’re together or is this a special occasion?” Ten asked, his voice quiet and distant, almost as if he was getting sleepy.

“Not usually, no,” it was your best friend that responded. “But usually, I don’t have to look at my best friend, sitting in the lap of her arch-nemesis, who is also my other best friend.” You raised your eyebrows at him, since when did Ten qualify as his best friend? He rolled his eyes and chuckled, his only acknowledgment of your reaction.

“You can leave if you want to,” Ten shrugged.

“No, I will literally kill you if you leave,” you protested. You wouldn’t be able to do this on your own.

Being the amazing friend he occasionally decided to be, Yangyang did stay. It took you a couple more minutes, but you finally managed to engage in a comfortable conversation. You could almost ignore Ten, as he didn’t really join you two. Yet the soft weight on your shoulder was a constant reminder that he was in fact there. And at some point, you started feeling conscious about it.

You couldn’t help but glance over at him as you shifted uncomfortably. His eyes opened slowly, almost cat-like, and met yours, a silent question in them.

“I think I should really get up,” you started quietly. You felt his arm around your waist tightening its hold. “Come on, Ten, I feel like I’m going to crush you or something-”

“Shut up and stay here,” he said softly, you could swear that he sounded like he was going to fall asleep for real.

“But I’m-”

“Y/N,” he didn’t even let you finish. “I am the one that gets to decide how much I can take. Trust me, I would have literally thrown you off if it bothered me. Now finish your meal.”

With those words, he made a point by wrapping his other arm around you as well, hugging you closer to himself. You could hear your heart pounding and it took you a lot of effort to go back to eating and chatting with Yangyang.

It was much later into the day, when you were already home on your own, that your mind went back to what had happened. You hadn’t particularly enjoyed the situation, having Ten cling onto you was very very low on the list of things you’d like to experience, if on it at all. But you couldn’t say it had been all that bad. Now, the question was why would he do it in the first place. You wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d used the position you two were in to tease you and make you uncomfortable. Yet his touch on you had been gentle and comforting in a way. You couldn’t make sense of it. You weren’t sure whether you wanted to know what was going on.

…

Yangyang had turned out to be right. It took just a couple of days for the ‘news’ to settle down in everyone’s mind and people stopped intercepting you in the hallways and interrogating you on your (nonexistent) relationship with Ten. You’d also not spent that much time with the man himself, thankfully. You wouldn’t have been able to take another inexplicable cuddle session in the middle of campus. Especially since the first one was still haunting your thoughts.

Your luck seemed to be running thin though, as you entered the newspaper club room and found him buried in his laptop, glasses popped up on his nose. You’d never seen him with glasses before. You didn’t even know he needed those. He did look kinda good with them though.

“Since when do you need glasses?” you voiced out as you took a seat across from him.

“Uh, since quite a while ago?” he looked up, cocking an eyebrow at you. A half-smile curved his lips. “You’ve known me for more than three years now and you only find out now? What an attentive girlfriend I have…”

“How am I supposed to know when I’ve never seen you with them?” you rolled your eyes. “It’s not something that would just naturally come up in a conversation that we’d have.”

“Fair enough,” he shrugged and went back to whatever he was working on.

You were caught aback. Usually, he would take the chance to keep bickering with you, he would say something mean or dumb, but he sure as hell wouldn’t just… agree and leave you alone. You couldn’t help but stare at him.

“Can I help you with something?” he looked up once again, noticing your stare after a while.

“I still hate you, you know.” You heard the words leave your mouth before you had thought them through. Ten’s eyebrows shot up and his so far neutral expression changed subtly to a sarcastic smirk.

“I am well aware, love, thank you,” he chuckled. “Am I supposed to give you an award for it or something?”

“No, but-”

“Or is my presence disturbing your fine tastes, princess? Should I get up and leave the room immediately once you enter?”

Now he was just being the asshole that you had known for the past three years. Narrowing your eyes, you huffed in annoyance.

“If the offer is on the table, I’ll take it, thanks,” you bit back, tapping your fingers against the table in front of you in annoyance. “And here I almost thought you might actually be a decent human being.”

“And that’s how you treat normal people? You tell them you hate them?” he laughed out. “You call me a bitch, but I’m not the one here attacking people for no reason.”

“I’m confused, okay?!” you blurted out as if to defend yourself. “It’s like you’ve done a one-eighty and become a different person and it’s confusing me! Usually, I can’t have a moment of peace if you’re in the same room and now you’re just- working quietly.”

“Maybe I have something important to do? Hate to burst your bubble, but you’re not the center of my world. I thought that you’d appreciate some alone time to focus on your work if you’ve come here, sorry for not knowing that I was meant to bother you.”

“Ten, that’s not what…” You sighed, there was no point in this. He had gotten defensive. And maybe he had a reason to be. “Okay, this is on me,” you raised your hands in surrenderer, “but what the fuck was that on Monday?”

“What do you mean?” he asked, narrowing his eyebrows.

“I mean whatever the fuck took over you during lunch break,” you hissed out, crossing your arms in front of your chest defensively. You hated the fact that he had you so worked up over probably nothing at all. Realization lit up in his eyes. It seemed like he was hesitant for a second but that was gone in a blink.

“It’s called hugging someone, has it been a long time since the last time a person hugged you?” You pressed your lips together, glaring at him. He rolled his eyes. “I specifically asked you if there’s something you wouldn’t be okay with. If you’re going to make a scene every time I touch you-”

“That’s not how you touch someone you don’t like, idiot,” you couldn’t help but raise your voice. “You don’t hold them tightly and play with their hair and nearly fall asleep on their shoulder. And don’t tell me that you were just pretending because that wasn’t fucking acting!”

He flinched back. You could swear that you saw him flinch, the sarcastic mask on his face breaking for a second. It was quickly replaced by a cold expression.

“I know you have this perfect little idea of a world where you are a victim of life and I am the devil incarnate whose only purpose in life is to bother you, but news flash, Y/N, I am not. I have feelings of my own and my life does not revolve around you. Sure, I may enjoy annoying you and all, but sometimes… Maybe I just need a moment to myself. I apologize if I made you that uncomfortable.”

“Ten, I-” you started but you didn’t know what to say. You’d never seen him like this - cold and closed off. It was like you had managed to somehow hurt him for real. As far as you could remember it had always been you the one who had to hold back tears because of him. You were lost.

“I made a list of some topics that we could write about together,” he said suddenly, taking away from you the chance to say anything. As he said that, he slid over to your side a piece of paper. You could see his suggestions noted down prettily in neat handwriting. “Let me know if you like any of them.”

And before you knew it, he had walked out.

…

You were waiting for 20 minutes already in front of the campus gym. You knew for a fact that Ten had a dance practice today and that his group used the practice rooms that your college offered. And according to what Yangyang, your main source for Ten information, had told you, their practice should have finished 10 minutes ago. But no one had come out yet. And the coffee in your hand was already starting to cool down.

Now, the thing is, Ten was ignoring you. Ever since whatever had happened in the club room a week ago, he had been avoiding you, he would only speak to you if there were other people around and even then if he saw you nearby, he would make an excuse as to why he had to leave almost immediately. You had already realized that you had crossed a line somewhere. Now, you were feeling bad about it.

And you didn’t really know why you cared so much about it. He never really cared when he hurt you, he probably hadn’t even noticed that his words could get to you. You should have been happy that you didn't have to spend time around him, you should have been feeling good that you managed to get him to leave you alone… but you weren’t. So here you were, feeling cold, a cup of coffee in your hand and waiting for him to finish practice so you could talk to him. You felt dumb, he probably wouldn’t care…

“What are you doing here?” a voice cut through your thoughts and you were startled. Great job, you had gotten distracted and missed the one thing you were here for.

“I brought you coffee,” you said quickly, offering him the cup. He glanced down at it but didn’t take it.

“I prefer it iced,” he said and took a step to the side as if he was going to leave.

“Wait!” you reached up and grabbed his coat with your free hand. “I thought it would be too cold for iced coffee, I’m sorry-” you tried but he didn’t seem like that changed anything. “Are you going to keep avoiding me forever?” you asked, your frustration slipping in your voice.

“I thought you’d like that,” he raised his eyebrows, tilting his head to the side. Your first instinct was to disagree, but this was Ten, you couldn’t just say you hate the fact that he’s not talking to you.

“We’re still dating, idiot, how are we supposed to look in love if people can’t even see us in the same room?” you said instead and he scoffed.

“Don’t pull the fake relationship thing on me, you don’t even care about any of it.”

“I care about the promise that I made to my best friend,” you flinched slightly. “I thought you would too since you were the one to push me for it.”

“Yeah, I pushed for it and I have made you do unimaginable things that made you uncomfortable so we can just call this thing off and tell Yangyang that we’re done.”

“Listen, I’m sorry!” you pushed the words out with a little difficulty. He finally turned to look at you fully. “I obviously hurt you the other day and I don’t know what it was exactly that made you pull away like this but I am genuinely sorry.”

“Never thought that I'd hear you say that to me," he chuckled and you narrowed your eyebrows. "You're already warming up to me, aren't you?" The teasing tone in his voice was back in a blink and you rolled your eyes.

"No, I just actually felt bad for what happened, but now I'm starting to think that you were just pretending to be offended," you huffed. "You don't deserve this coffee."

"Hey, hey, no" he smiled, taking the cup from your hand quickly. "I appreciate it. The coffee. And the apology." You couldn't help but smile a little too. "However, I am freezing so-"

"By the way," you interrupted him quickly. "I looked through your ideas and I did like some of them. I was thinking maybe we should discuss them?"

"Well, right now, I am not in the mood as I am freezing, as I mentioned already," he hummed. "But if you can handle the sacrifice of spending a little more time with me today, you can come over."

"As in, go with you to your place? Right now?"

"Yes, genius, come with me to my place right now," he rolled his eyes. "Don't worry, I won't murder you and hide your body in the freezer. My freezer barely fits my groceries as it is."

"I didn't think you'd do that until you mentioned it," you narrowed your eyes in suspicion. "But I'll take my chances. I'll just warn Yangyang where I am, if I don't come to class tomorrow, he'll know what happened."

It didn’t take long to get to Ten’s. You tried not to look around too curiously as he led you inside the small apartment.

“So… you live here alone?” you asked awkwardly as you took off your shoes.

“Not really,” he chuckled, glancing at you. “My roommates are probably sleeping at the moment. But if you’re lucky, you might get to see them.”

“I didn’t really ask to meet anyone but sure,” you shrugged and walked after him to a room that you assumed was the living room.

You took a seat on the couch and Ten chose the armchair on your left. You took a long look around the room and finally turned to him and found him already staring at you curiously. You couldn’t stop the awkwardness creeping up your back as you realized none of you had said anything in a while.

“So how’d practice go?” you asked.

“It was okay. We have a performance coming up in a few weeks so we’re working on that,” he replied, seeming surprised that you’d asked.

“Really? Like, you have some competition or something?”

“Competitions are usually later on during the year,” he chuckled. “This is going to be local, so to say. We do these performances every year before the season opens so we can gather new members. Curious what it’s gonna be like?” he smirked playfully.

“I’m just asking to be polite,” you rolled your eyes. “I’m sure you’ll do great and blah blah, imagine some motivational speech here.”

“And you’re coming to watch, obviously,” Ten said and you blinked in confusion.

“Uh, I wasn’t aware of that- Usually, I skip those…”

“Yeah, right, you do,” he rolled his eyes. “Well, you’re watching this one for sure. You’re my girlfriend.”

“Your girlfriend could be busy. I could be attending someone’s funeral at the same time,” you protested.

“Sure, sure, love, I will remind you when it comes and you’ll decide then, hm?” he offered and smiled at you, a condescending smile that told you that he was 120% sure that you’d be going. Yet you nodded in agreement. “Also, I hate to change the topic but didn’t you say you wanted to talk about the article?”

“Ah, right!” you nodded as you leaned over to take out the list of ideas he’d given you. “I looked over them and I really like some of them, like, you have some very interesting ideas. But I wanted to pick a topic that would be, like… I guess, a bit more universal, so…” you handed him the paper, pointing to the article you wanted to work on.

“The student council representative elections?” he asked to confirm and you nodded.

“I just think… It's something that should be important to most students. We could, like, interview the candidates as part of their platform and it could be a way for everyone to meet them. And if we work on it together, I’m sure we’d have different ideas and questions to ask so it would be more… uh, beneficial, I guess?”

“Sounds good to me,” he nodded, leaving the sheet on the table. “I figured you’d want something like that.”

“If you don’t like the idea,” you started, a little anxious.

“No, no, I do,” he assured you quickly. “I like the idea, otherwise I wouldn’t have put it in the list. Now, let’s figure out the details, hm?”

You hadn’t intended to spend hours at Ten’s place, yet the two of you seemed to get pretty caught up in what questions you were going to ask and how the article would look like. You were so caught in the process that a sudden brush against your leg startled you and you jumped in your spot.

Looking down, you were met with a pair of light blue eyes. A cute siamese cat was looking up at you as if wondering what you were doing here.

“Ah, there you are,” Ten smiled, reaching over to pet the little ball of fur. “Y/N, this is one of my roommates, Louis.”

It hadn’t occurred to you that his roommates could be something else but human so you were a bit surprised. But the cat, Louis, looked so pretty so you couldn’t deny that it was a nice surprise.

“Hey, buddy,” you cooked, reaching down and stroking his head gently. He didn’t seem to mind and a small smile crept up on your lips. “But wait, you have more than one?” you looked up at Ten, the fact that he’d mentioned this being ‘one of his roommates’ only now processing in your head.

“Yeah, I have one more,” he nodded, a smile still on his face as he looked at his pet. You could see in his eyes the affection he had for him and that made you a little softer. “Would you like me to go find him?”

“If it won’t be a problem,” you nodded. You were momentarily distracted as Louis decided to use the opportunity to jump up on the couch next to you and examine you thoroughly. You let him do his thing while Ten got up and walked over to another room.

He didn’t take long, only enough for Louis to climb up in your lap and spread over it so that you wouldn’t be able to get up, returning with an abyssinian cat in his arms.

“Leon, we have guests, say hi,” he cooed as he walked over to the couch and sat down next to you. “I see Louis has already gotten comfortable,” he chuckled, noticing the new position his pet had settled in. “It’s nice to see that he likes you.”

“Feels nice to have him like me, too,” you chuckled, petting the black and white ball of fur in your lap with one hand as you carefully reached out with the other one to let Leon sniff you. “I keep finding out new things about you these days,” you glanced up at Ten for a second. “First the glasses and now you’re also a cat mom? What’s next, you read to sick kids every second Sunday?”

“No, but I used to,” he hummed and you looked up at him again, unsure whether he was serious or not. “What, your mind can’t handle the possibility that I might be a good person?” he laughed and reached over, flicking your forehead gently. It wasn’t hard or really painful, but you pulled away from the surprise.

“They are really cute,” you switched the topic back to the cats and Leon meowed as if to agree with you. “Honestly, I’d endure your presence if it meant I’d get to spend time with them.”

“Well, the good thing is that you have an excuse to come over whenever you like at least for the next month,” he chuckled, hugging Leon closer to himself. You couldn’t quite be sure whether the cat enjoyed it, but he didn’t try to run away so you guessed at the very least, he didn’t mind.

“Great, so we’ll work on this article here,” you chimed up, smiling down at Louis.

“You could come over just so too,” Ten mumbled and you almost didn’t hear it. You chose not to mention it. Instead, you focused again on the fluffy thing you were cuddling.

It did, however, indeed become a regular thing, you hanging out at his place whenever you could find an excuse for it. The two little fluffs would run out to greet you whenever you entered at this point. Of course, that meant you had to spend time with Ten. But usually, it ended up either with you two talking about the article, or each of you doing their own thing in silence.

There were three candidates in total for representative of the student council and you had already interviewed all of them. Now you just had to wrap up everything that you’d gathered and present the finished piece for editing. So you were once again at Ten’s.

“Okay, I think this one question didn’t really get us anything interesting, what if we don’t include it?” he offered, reading through the notes you had taken during the interviews. He’d pointed out that you could just record it, but you had insisted on taking notes.

“Yeah, that’s fine,” you agreed, glancing over to check what he meant exactly. Then your eyes returned to your own sheet. It was from one specific interview and you were rereading the answers that you’d gotten for maybe one time too many now. “Listen, I know we’ve been over this but there is something off about this guy,” you huffed.

“This again…” Ten rolled his eyes, setting down the papers in his hands. “Darling, you insisted on three interviews with him just to catch him ‘slipping’ somewhere and you still got nothing.”

“But there is something, I’m sure of it,” you whined out, raising your voice, and Leon looked up at you from the spot between you and Ten where he had spread out to sleep. “I’m sorry, baby,” you pouted at him, stroking his back gently as he relaxed again.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Ten repeated mockingly, rolling his eyes. “I swear, you care about my cats more than anything else now. They’re still my cats, okay? Not yours.”

“Yeah? Do they know that? Because I’m the one they come to greet when we enter,” you smirked. “Are you jealous?”

“No, I’m not,” he huffed, crossing his arms. Your eyebrows shot up and a grin spread on your face.

“You are!” you laughed, leaning a little closer to him. “Are you jealous of me? Or them? Whose attention is it that you want, babe?”

Maybe it was the fake relationship rubbing off on both of you, but pet names had become so common between the two of you that you barely even gave them any thought. But there was also the fact that from mocking each other, you’d gone to teasing. You refused to think about it. It somehow worked out and as long as he didn’t mention anything, you wouldn’t either.

“Don’t ask questions you wouldn’t like the answer of,” he replied, pushing you back with a finger against your forehead. You scoffed, picking up Leon and hugging him as if to rub in Ten’s face what he’s missing out.

“Anyway, about that guy-” you started again and you almost laughed at the dramatic roll of Ten’s eyes. “No, I’m telling you! We should investigate more!”

“How much more do you need?” he whined. “At this point why not go and straight up ask him “Hey, are you planning on doing something bad?”

“Okay, okay, look,” you huffed. “I can take the dean’s keys to the student council room. And I know at what time no one is there. Would you come with me to look around? Like, maybe look through his things or something…”

“I’m pretty sure that would be illegal,” Ten pointed out. You rolled your eyes.

“I didn’t ask, are you coming or not?” you asked again.

“Why would you even ask me to come with you?” he turned the question, looking at you suspiciously.

“I need someone to blame if they catch us, of course,” you responded with a matter-of-fact tone. “Plus, we’ve worked on this whole thing together so far. I promise, if nothing comes out this time, I’ll give up.”

“Fine,” he caved in, shaking his head a bit as if disappointed with himself.

“Okay, so we can go tomorrow-” you started but he shook his head.

“Not tomorrow,” he said simply.

“Why not? It’s gonna be pretty much empty the whole afternoon,” you tilted your head in confusion.

“Yeah, you know why? Cause tomorrow’s the performance,” he said and realization hit you. He’d been talking about this for the past week every day, he’d been late to most of your meetings because of practice. You could see how important it was to him. You'd grown curious about it as well. And yet you’d managed to forget. “So you either do it on your own, or you’ll have to pick another day.”

“No, yeah. That’s fine,” you agreed quickly, feeling dumb. “Not tomorrow. How about Thursday? I know there will be about half an hour of clearing.”

“Sure, works with me,” he smiled at you and you couldn’t help but smile back. “So you’re coming tomorrow, right?” You were caught off guard. You stared at him for a long moment. “Well, since you are free tomorrow…”

“I hadn’t really thought about it,” you lied. Obviously you lied. You’d actually been considering it ever since he first told you to go.

“Well, you need to,” he insisted. “Imagine, I’m one of the best dancers in this team and my own girlfriend won’t even come to support me. What are people going to think?”

“I could be supporting you from home, cuddling the cats,” you hummed, not acknowledging the fact that in a way you had just called this place ‘home’. “Besides, do you really care what people think?”

“No,” he grinned. “But I still want you to come.”

He wanted you to go. It took a moment to process and then another one to figure out how to react.

“Come on, in a couple of weeks we’re going to break up dramatically because of me, at least come watch as my girlfriend once,” he went on, leaning a little bit closer to you. You weren’t sure whether the movement was conscious or not.

“What makes you think that I’d even wanna go?” you asked instead of replying.

“I never claimed to think that way. All I’m saying is that I would like you to come watch the performance tomorrow. You can still say no if you don’t want to. The choice is up to you but that doesn’t mean I won’t keep trying.”

“Okay, fine,” you agreed and by the way he looked at you, you guessed he hadn’t expected you really would. “I’ll come, but it better be worth it.”

“It will be,” he smiled. "But you better really be there or I'll kill you."

…

The next afternoon, you couldn't believe that you were still on the campus an hour after your last class and not in the club room, working on something. Instead, you were standing in the corridor next to the big hall for ceremonies, near the backstage changing rooms door, with Ten.

"I still can't believe you managed to force me to come," you voiced out, glaring down at his hand that was holding your wrist.

"I didn't force you to do anything," he argued as his fingers tapped gently on your skin in the beat of music that you couldn't hear. "It's you who wanted to come." You wanted to argue with that. Unfortunately, both of those statements were true.

"Do you really have to be doing that? There's no one here," you said quietly, nodding to his hand. He let go of your wrist immediately and you did your best not to think about the sudden disappearance of the warmth of his fingers. "So what should I expect, really? What kind of dances do you usually do?"

“Have you really never been to any of our performances?” Ten asked and you could swear that for a second he sounded genuinely hurt.

“Honestly, no,” you admitted. “I knew you’d be there.”

“How insightful of you, are you always this bright or was that a special case?” he rolled his eyes. “Well, you are here now and if you try to skip it or something, I will know so you will have to watch it.” There was a smug expression on his face as if this was something he’d planned all along. “And you better make sure to really enjoy the show.”

“Jesus, you’re so persistent,” you huffed. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think that you’re trying to impress me.”

He stared at you for a long moment. All of a sudden you felt conscious - was he actually hoping that he would impress you today? You couldn’t imagine that being true. You couldn’t imagine him making an effort to impress anyone, but you specifically even less so.

“It’s a good thing that you know better then,” he said finally, grinning at you. “No offense, your opinion is not something that really matters to me all that much.”

You knew that, obviously. With the way you two acted around each other, it made perfect sense that he wouldn’t need your approval, the same way you didn’t care whether you had his. And you were not surprised that he had no problem saying it to your face. But for some reason, it still hurt you. You gritted your teeth and smiled at him in fake sweetness.

“Good to know. But just so you know, if you’re not at least 60% as good as everyone claims you are and I end up disappointed, I will never let you and your enormous ego live it down.”

“Wouldn’t expect anything else from the queen of saltiness herself,” he chuckled.

There was no hostility in his voice. And in all honesty, there was no hostility in yours either. You weren’t sure when exactly the two of you had genuinely stopped trying to hurt each other with every word that came out of your mouths. And you weren’t sure what to think about that change. So you just did your best not to think about it at all.

Instead, you leaned up and pressed a quick kiss on his lips, resting your hand at the back of his head gently. You hoped that he wouldn't point out the same thing you had mentioned just a couple of minutes ago - that there was no one to be pretending for.

“Go out there and make me proud to be pretend-dating you, fucker,” you mumbled. You looked up to meet his eyes and found an unexpected depth in them. Almost as if all of this was real.

“You might have to channel back that possessiveness from the club room after the performance, love,” he warned. You couldn’t tell whether he was joking or not. It sounded like a joke, but his voice lacked humor.

“I’ll deal with that if needed,” you chuckled, pulling away from him. “Just do well.”

With that, you walked away to find a seat for yourself. Your eyes traveled over the seats - most of them were already taken and you realized you’d probably have to sit way back and not really see much. And then you saw Yangyang, sitting peacefully in the middle of one of the front rows, and the empty seat next to him. You quickly made your way over.

“Never thought I’d get to see you here,” he said instead of greeting you.

“Then why’d you save me a seat?” you raised your eyebrows at him.

“You’re assuming that I was saving it for you. Maybe I’m here with someone else, as I am so used to you ditching me every time I offer you to come,” he sighed dramatically. You rolled your eyes. “Okay, fine, I knew he’d make you come watch. He wouldn’t miss the chance to show off.”

You wanted to ask him whether Ten really was that good. But you didn’t get the chance to, as the lights in the great hall suddenly turned off. That was everyone’s clue to focus their attention on the stage, so your mind drifted away from the question. Well, you guessed you’d know soon enough anyway.

The dance team took over the stage almost right away and you were mesmerized. The kids were really good. With each second, it was becoming more clear to you why everyone cared about them so much, why someone would want to read Ten’s each and every article about them. The choreography was beautiful, full of small details that you risked missing if you as much as blinked for too long and yet they made it look like something so easy.

It took you a while to notice that something was missing. Someone. Among all the things you could focus on during the performance, Ten wasn’t an option. He wasn’t on the stage. You narrowed your eyes in confusion.

“Where is he?” you asked quietly.

“That excited to see him?” your best friend glanced at you, the corners of his lips curving slightly.

“Well, I did come to watch him, after all,” you hummed, but your eyes never left the stage.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get to see him in action very soon,” Yangyang assured. For his own good, you chose to ignore the teasing tone in his voice. “He usually has solos at the end of the performances. He is their star dancer after all.”

You hummed again, keeping your eyes on the dancers on stage, letting Ten out of your mind for a while and just admiring the show that these kids had obviously worked hard to prepare.

Turns out it was a bad idea to let your guard down that way. Because the moment he showed up on the stage, your brain practically malfunctioned. He’d changed his outfit since the last time you saw it. And his stage outfit consisted of tight black jeans, a mesh top that practically left him naked whenever he moved and a velvety coat in black and dark red. Up till now, you had never seen Ten in the light of someone who could be even remotely attractive, not consciously at least. You knew people found him hot but you never really understood why. Yet at the moment, no matter how much you tried to, you couldn’t ignore his toned upper body, a tattoo peeking from under his shirt (which, honestly, really did absolutely nothing to cover his torso, thank god for the coat over it) or the way his jeans hugged his thighs.

And then he started dancing. And as much as you had loved the show before him, it couldn’t compare to the way he moved. He seemed so perfectly in control of everything, capturing everyone’s attention like it was nothing. His stage presence and the way he pulled every move effortlessly had your breath hitching in the back of your throat.

"Pick up your jaw," Yangyang laughed at your side and you'd glare at him and threaten to cut off his dick if it wouldn't require looking away and focusing on something that wasn't the way Ten moved on stage.

You were in a daze, you could clearly see why everyone talked so highly of him and it was almost driving you into an existential crisis. He was hot. He was beautiful. He was talented. He was… he was everything you didn't want him to be.

When the performance finally ended, the crowd erupted in loud cheers and screaming. You couldn't hold yourself back from joining in. At least you could tell yourself that it was only in case someone was watching your reaction - you should be cheering for your boyfriend after all, right?

"Come on, it would be best if we get there before the fangirls," your best friend said suddenly, grabbing your wrist and pulling you away.

"Get where?" you asked confused. You didn't get a response, instead, you were pulled once again to the hallway that led to the backstage space.

Now, you understood what he meant by "before the fangirls". And what Ten had meant when he said you might need to bring out your possessive side. There were girls lined up all around the door, squealing excitedly to each other about the performance just now. You could hear some of them discussing asking him out. You scoffed, who did they think they were? Why did they think they have a right to try to ruin your pretend relationship?

Your eyes moved to the door as it opened and a sweaty and still slightly panting Ten walked out. The girls immediately started crowing around him. And that's where your brain completely gave up on you.

"Excuse me, girlfriend passing through, make way," you muttered, your tone far more annoyed than you'd deem appropriate, but you couldn't care. You pushed through the pack of girls, shoving some of them quite roughly until you finally stood in front of Ten. His eyes met yours and you could see anticipation in them. He was… waiting to hear your opinion, you realized. He’d said he didn’t care, but you could see the pressure in his shoulders.

You didn't speak. You weren't sure what would come out of your mouth if you did. Instead, you hooked your fingers into the holes of his mesh shirt and pulled him closer to you, crashing your lips against his. It wasn't a soft and gentle kiss. No, it was your anger pouring out from your mouth in his. Anger at him for being so good at something that you were left with no choice but to be in awe. Anger at all the girls around you for thinking they could just come here and think they could have him. And mostly, anger at yourself for caring so much about both of those things.

He was caught aback for a moment, probably because of the intensity of your actions, but then his arms wrapped around your waist as he kissed back. He didn't seem to mind that you were practically devouring him in front of half his fan club at the moment. Instead, he met your force and returned it, making you moan out into his lips. As your arms moved around his neck, you could hear gasps and whispers around you. You couldn't help the smirk that curved your lips.

"You were fucking brilliant," you breathed out against his lips once you finally pulled away. "And if you tell anyone I said that I will deny it with all I have."

"And what was the kiss for?" he asked, chuckling quietly. "A reward for a job well done?"

"No, it was because some people do indeed need to learn that you're not theirs," you hissed out, fingers brushing through his hair as you pressed closer to him. "I don't care if it's real or not, as long as this thing is going on, you're only mine."

"You so wanna fuck me right now." A smirk curved his lips to accompany those words. The angry part in you growled in confirmation.

"No, I don't. And if something like that as much as crossed your mind one more time, I will make sure that you are not able to fuck anyone ever again."

He chuckled, but instead of replying, at first he just looked at you. One of his hands let go of your waist and instead cupped your cheek, his thumb gently moving over your lower lip. You blinked at him in surprise.

"Well, I'm not ashamed to say that I do want to fuck you right now. Quite a lot. You look so hot when you're jealous."

You gasped out quietly, not expecting to hear those words from him. He chuckled again, pecking your lips before pulling away from you.

"As much as I love being this close to you, babe, I need to go get changed," he said and you hummed. "Thank you, everyone, for the support, it is always a pleasure performing for you," he turned to the girls and they cheered excitedly. It almost felt like you were at a K-pop concert and everyone was screaming because the idol had opened their mouth. You couldn't help but roll your eyes.

You didn't wait for him to close the door on his way back to the changing room before you were also walking away. Yangyang caught up to you quickly, a grin you didn't like on his face.

"Are you just taking your responsibility as my best friend too much at heart," he teased, " or is something actually going on between you and him?"

"Not even in his wildest dreams," you grumbled, shoving your hands in your pockets so Yangyang wouldn't see your clenched fists.

"No, I'm pretty sure you're not just pretending right now, Y/N, I know you," he insisted, somehow a bit more serious.

"Shut it, Liu, you have no idea what you're talking about," you hissed, stopping in your tracks to death glare at him.

He raised his hands in surrender and you let out a sigh, the anger washing out almost as quickly as it appeared. You stood in your spot for a little more. Yangyang would understand if you told him, he wouldn't judge you. Maybe he'd tease you for a while but he'd understand. He seemed to take notice of the conflict on your face and a small smile curved his lips.

"Oh, sweetie, you're falling in deep, aren't you?" he asked and you huffed out in annoyance. Scratch that, you're not telling him, ever.

"No, I'm not," you rolled your eyes. "What I'm doing is going home." And hoping that you’d be able to forget everything that had happened today.

…

A couple of hours later though, laying in your bed, you couldn’t get Ten out of your mind. Pieces of his performance earlier were replaying in your mind, frustrating you more and more with every passing second. And it didn’t help that you could also still vividly hear his words from earlier.

Did he mean it? Or was he just messing with you? If he’d been serious, that could make all of this harder. Because if you were to actually sleep with him, that could blur the lines between pretending and real feelings for you. Especially since those lines were already kind of blurry, as much as you refused to acknowledge that. And if it was just a sick joke on his side… that would hurt you more than you would like to admit.

You knew that knowing the answer would not be good either way. But you couldn’t just stop thinking about it. So you ended up picking up your phone and dialing Ten’s number.

“Hello?” he picked up, sounding confused. You could understand why. There was no way you could excuse any of this with the article.

“Are you free tonight?” you asked, not willing to allow yourself to procrastinate.

“Am I- Y/N, did you dial the wrong number? Are you aware who this is?” he asked and you groaned.

“Yes, you idiot, I could never forget the voice that haunts my nightmares.”

“Does that mean that you dream about me?” you could practically hear the smirk in his question.

“I dream of murdering you painfully and slowly, yes, if that’s what you were thinking about.”

“So you have a thing for sadism, noted,” he hummed. “I can work with that.”

“Oh my god, shut up,” you groaned, feeling your face hear up slightly. “Answer my question, are you free tonight?”

“Well, usually after performances I stay at home and cuddle my cats, so… yeah, I guess, why?”

You suddenly felt bad - you hadn’t thought about the fact that he was probably tired and wanted to rest.

“Nothing, never mind,” you tried to change your direction. “Tell Louis and Leon that I love them, I’ll see you to-”

“Hey, loser,” Ten interrupted you. “Leave the kids out of this, what do you want?” You didn’t reply for a bit, contemplating. “Look, you can tell me, the worst I can say is no.”

You scoffed, yet after taking a deep breath, you pushed yourself to ask the question.

“Would you wanna come over to my place?”

“What?” he asked, as if in disbelief. You already regretted this and wanted to hit yourself and never speak to him again, yet there was no going back.

“Look, Yangyang promised me to watch movies together tonight but then he ditched me and now I have the snacks but no one to share them with so-"

"So you're inviting me over for a movie night," he finished your sentence. He still sounded doubtful. You sighed.

"Yeah, that's pretty much it. It's fine, forget I asked, it was a dumb idea anyway. Good night-"

"I'll come," he said before you could hang up.

"Really?!"

"Yeah, just text me your address, I'll be there in a bit."

And so you did. You had to make a quick trip to the store as the Yangyang story was obviously complete bullshit so now you had to have some snacks around. But 20 minutes later, you had a convincing enough amount of chips and cookies on your table as your doorbell rang. You rushed to take it.

"Hey," you greeted awkwardly.

"Hey," Ten said back, chuckling at the way you stood there.

Not going to lie, you were staring. He looked so soft, wearing a lilac hoodie and sweatpants, his hair fluffy and messy as if he'd just washed it. It was so different from the styled-up Ten you saw every day.

"I figured it wouldn't matter much how I look for a movie night with you of all people," he shrugged, glancing past you to the inside of your house. "Now may I come in?"

He was right, of course. It shouldn't have mattered. Which is precisely why you couldn't tell him how much it mattered. Instead, you shook your head, stepping to the side so that he could walk past you to your living room.

"Make yourself at home or whatever," you waved your hand mindlessly.

"Look, darling, I know I am not your favorite person out there, but you could at least try to appear welcoming, hm? Have I ever neglected you like this when you’re over?" Ten laughed as he took a seat on the couch.

"Shut up, dumbass, I am already starting to question my decision to call you," you rolled your eyes, yet made your way over to the couch and sat down next to him.

"Great for you! That means you haven't completely lost your mind! Now, what movie are we watching?"

"I don't know, usually Yangyang is the one who chooses them," you shrugged, that much was true.

"So you wanna pick it this time?" he offered but you shook your head, handing him your laptop.

It took him a good 10 minutes of searching but he finally played some movie and set the laptop on the table in front of you. Each of you opened a pack of chips as you sat on both sides of the couch and watched.

20 minutes in, you wanted to scream. It all felt so weird. Neither of you was talking, as compared to how usually you couldn't keep your mouth shut when watching a movie. You couldn't help but keep glancing at him, thoughts running in your mind.

“We can cuddle if you want," Ten said, breaking the silence. You glared at him. "What? You've been staring at me since the beginning of the movie. I do consider myself extremely good-looking but as far as I know, you don't really think the same way. Either you wanna cuddle, or there's something you want to say. Whichever it is, go ahead because you're really keeping me from enjoying the movie."

"You said you wanted to fuck me," you blurted out, without thinking it through. Ten raised his eyebrows at you.

“Yeah, I did. And you said that you don’t. What about it?”

“Well-” you weren’t sure how to word out what was going on in your head. “What if- What if I told you I lied about- that?”

“I’d tell you that you are a pretty bad liar,” he chuckled, a smirk curving his lips. “It was obvious. But I figured you’d want me to leave you with your lie and not mention it.

“How noble of you,” you said sarcastically, out of pure instinct. But you did appreciate the idea that he would give up on using it against you, just because you asked. “But my point is- I am… I am admitting it now. If you still-” you weren’t sure what you were saying.

It took Ten a while to say something again. He was looking at you with an unreadable expression, making you even more nervous than you already were. When he finally moved, it was to reach over and pause the movie.

“So let me get this straight,” he said. “You called me over with the fake ass excuse of a movie night with Yangyang because you’re horny and I said that I wanted to fuck you?”

“Well- yeah, it sounds kind of lame when you put it that way, but yeah,” you sighed. “It’s just- you really looked amazing out there and seeing all those girls piling up to talk to you, hearing them talk about asking you out… it pissed me off so much and I have no idea why but what I do know is that I haven’t been able to get you out my mind since then and-”

You were getting frustrated. The thoughts had been fighting in your mind for the whole afternoon and finally getting them out in front of Ten was both terrifying and relieving at the same time. You were so lost in your little rant that you didn’t notice him moving until his fingers had gently wrapped around your wrist. He tugged you, not harshly but enough to make you lean forward and reach up, gripping onto his shoulder for balance.

“Fine,” he said quietly. “But only if you promise me that you won’t regret it later.”

Could you really promise that? Could you really get out of all this unfazed? The answer was probably no. Yet you nodded in confirmation. Next thing you knew, he was kissing you. Hard, just like you had kissed him earlier today. You kissed back, your frustration slipping as you slid your hand in his hair and tugged on it. He let out a small hum as he leaned back and pulled you on top of himself. You didn’t need a second invitation to get comfortable in his lap as his free hand settled on your hip.

You pulled away for a short breath with the intention of going right back in but instead, your lips latched onto Ten’s neck, biting down and sucking hard. Soon enough, a bruise appeared on his skin. You knew that because you pulled away to look at it. Then you looked up to meet his eyes. He had his eyebrow raised at you.

“Come on, don’t look so surprised,” you huffed, rolling your eyes. “I already told you that I wanna do that.”

“I thought it was just you trying to get back at me for doubting you,” he shrugged. “And since you never asked questions about that day, I figured I wouldn’t either.”

“Wait, now that you mention that… What did Yangyang mean back then? What was the way you were looking at me that-”

“Y/N, that day… you could have had me on my knees if you had asked,” he said. You froze, confusion clouding your mind. He chuckled at your reaction. “Come on, I thought you were smarter than this, love. It’s practically all written out for you and you still don’t get it?”

“Get what, Ten, I-” you started, but he didn’t let you finish. He was kissing you again before you had the time to think about it more. By instinct, you kissed back.

This time it didn’t last as long. He pulled away pretty soon and leaned his head back against the couch, almost as if he was baring his neck for you. You bit your lips and took your chance. Your lips were back on his neck, biting, sucking, licking as you left marks all over his skin. What you were surprised by were the soft moans that quickly started falling from his mouth. From your spot in his lap, you could also feel him growing harder with every new mark that you left.

“Who would have guessed that you have a thing for being marked up,” you couldn’t help but tease him.

“Only when it’s done by an extremely hot and possessive girl that’s been getting on my nerves ever since I met her,” he laughed.

“I’m not possessive!” you quickly shot back defensively. Then did your best to calm down your voice so you got back to teasing him. “It just looks really pretty on you.”

“Yeah, sure,” he rolled his eyes. His hand finally let go of your wrist and moved up, gently holding your neck, fingers threading through your hair as he pulled you closer. “You know what else would look really pretty? Your lips wrapped around my dick.”

“Maybe in a little bit,” you hummed. You felt bold enough to roll your hips down against him and loved the way his breath hitched and his eyes fluttered closed. He looked almost vulnerable, like if you pressed just hard enough, he would break under your fingers.

“Quit looking at me like that,” Ten said softly and you blinked in confusion. “You’re looking at me like any of this actually matters to you. And if you keep looking at me like that, I will not be able to go through with this.”

You felt a shot of pain in your chest - would it really be that bad if it mattered? Would it be that bad if there was something more than just lust that was urging you on at the moment? Would it-

Yes, you thought to yourself, practically scolded yourself actually. It would be. You couldn’t have developed feelings for him, and he definitely didn’t have any for you. Being attracted to each other didn’t mean anything.

“Fine then,” you rolled your eyes, going back to the safe zone of treating him as your rival that you were used to. “It’s not like any of it could matter anyway,” you voiced out your thoughts, tone slightly harsher than you intended.

You saw him flinch for a moment, visibly taken aback by the shift in your behavior. Yet it took him almost no time to put on the mocking expression you had grown so used to in the past three years.

“Glad we’re on the same page, get to it now,” he urged you with a roll of his hips and you bit your lips to hold back a reaction.

“You should ask for it politely, maybe I’ll think about it then.”

“You want me to beg for you? Love, you’re seriously confused about how things work here.”

“What, I’ll be the one begging or something?” you mocked, rolling your eyes. “Good luck with that.”

“Really, you have the option to do something nice with your mouth for once and you still choose to talk nonsense?”

“Oh, was I not doing nice things with my mouth here?” Your fingers traced the hickeys on his neck. “You seemed to enjoy those.”

“If you stop fucking stalling, maybe you’ll have something more to talk about than a few hickeys.”

“Just so you know, babe, the fact that you’re not begging, doesn’t mean it isn’t obvious how desperate you are.”

You got off his lap, getting instead between his legs. You could feel his eyes glued on you but you chose to ignore them. Instead, you untied the knot on his sweatpants and quickly slid them down his legs. You threw them to the side, before taking off his underwear as well. His length came into view and you licked your lips slowly. Wrapping your hand around it softly without really doing anything, you finally looked up at him.

“Gonna ask me politely this time?” you asked, fluttering your eyelashes at him.

“Why, the first thing worked just fine,” he smirked.

“What if I just made an exception once?”

“You’ll make one more then.”

“Ask. Politely,” you repeated slowly, suddenly tightening your grip around him.

“Jesus-” he hissed out, hips bucking up slightly. “Please suck me off, Y/N. Is that what you wanna hear?”

“Yes, that’s perfect,” you smiled sweetly as your wrist started moving, stroking him slowly.

You were just about to lean closer when you noticed him starting to take off his hoodie.

“Leave it on,” you said quickly. He raised his eyebrow at you in question. “You look cute and fuckable in it,” you smiled fake-sweetly and he rolled his eyes.

“You better swallow it all then, I like this hoodie”

“Whatever made you think you’re cumming,” you hummed, more a threat than a question.

After that statement, you decided not to waste much more time and wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock. You felt him tense up and couldn't stop the corner of your mouth from twitching. Teasing the slit with your tongue, you let your hand glide along his shaft as you focused on riling him up even more. You'd seen it, the opportunity to wreck him, and you wanted to use it.

"Are you planning on doing anything today or should I go home?" he groaned from above you, you were pretty sure the needy tone of his voice hadn't been intended.

"You know," you pulled away, humming. You still kept the slow movements of your hand though. "You keep doing that thing with your mouth that I really hate. Stop talking. If you're not happy with the pace that I set, I'll just stop completely."

"Baby, you're the one who asked for all of this, remember?" he laughed. "Don't threaten me with something we both know you won't do."

You glared at him. He was right, obviously. But you didn't want him to be right. In all honesty, you wanted to see him break down.

"You know what? Fine."

You didn't bother going slow. Instead, you moved your hand away, gripped his thighs for balance and took him all at once. You felt the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat and you fought back against gagging around him. Now, you didn't really do this often, but you were glad that you could hold back for the time being.

A startled moan fell from Ten's lips and you closed your eyes for a second, enjoying the sound. His hand immediately flew to your head, gripping your hair tightly enough to cause slight pain. Not that you minded. You pulled away almost completely then went back down. A shiver ran down his body and his hips bucked up. Normally, you wouldn't mind encouraging your partner to go ahead and fuck your mouth if he wanted to, but with Ten it was somehow about having the upper hand. So instead you pushed his thighs down, digging your nails slightly in the soft skin as a warning. He glared at you but you just raised your eyebrows as you pulled away again, letting him out of your mouth so you could speak up.

"My rules, doll. Be a good boy and sit still."

You could see him open his mouth about to protest, yet never gave him the chance to as you went back down on him, this time allowing yourself to choke slightly. Whatever he had intended to say turned into a moaned-out curse, his fingers curling in your hair. He was cracking already and you loved it.

So you went all out. You bobbed your head up and down as fast as you could, hollowing out your cheeks and moaning around him occasionally just so you could hear the beautiful broken moans he let out whenever you did that. You looked up at him, meeting his eyes as his tip hit the back of your throat and you let out another moan. The sight you were met with was criminally hot. Pupils blown wide and sweat dripping down his forehead, he barely had the strength to whine out your name.

"Fuck, love-" he gasped out, "fuck, if you don't stop- I'm close- please, please just-"

You could feel how difficult it was for him to speak up at the moment and pride swelled in your chest. So you decided to let him have his moment.

You pulled away so that your lips were wrapped around his head, sucking on it gently as you let your tongue do the work. You wrapped your hand around his shaft once again for assistance. You hummed at him in encouragement. You could see the exact moment he broke down completely - his eyes fluttered closed, head thrown back against the couch as his hips shivered slightly. And then he was filling your mouth. You let him ride out his high, swallowing down whatever he had to give before you pulled away.

“What a cute little slut you are,” you mumbled to yourself, still panting for breath. He must have heard you as he forced his eyes open to glare at you.

“You’ll regret that sentence,” he threatened. You chuckled.

“Baby, can you even move right now?” you teased him, enjoying the way he narrowed his eyes at you. “You look like a wreck.” As you spoke up, you got off your knees and sat down in his lap, careful to leave some space between your body and his cock. “And what happened to no begging?”

“Shut up,” he rolled his eyes as he wrapped his arm around your waist. His other hand reached up, gently moving away the hair strands that had stuck to your face. “Give me a moment and you’ll see why you shouldn’t be messing with me like that.”

“Can’t wait to see it, because I really can’t take you seriously at the moment,” you giggled.

“Really now?” You nodded. “So I guess I should get to work then.”

His free hand quickly found its way between your legs, rubbing you over the shorts you were wearing and you gasped in surprise. You were sensitive. You’d been horny since before this had started and the sight of Ten completely wrecked because of you had made things even worse. So after the long wait, a sudden stimulation sent a shockwave through your body. Ten grinned, his finger moving in slow circles. You couldn’t help but press down against his fingers a little.

“Impatient, are we?” he hummed teasingly and you sent him a glare.

“In case you weren’t aware, I have needs too.”

“And I’ll be more than happy to help you out with those,” he smiled at you. “If you ask politely.” You scoffed.

“Could you be any less creative?”

“You know, I liked you better when you couldn’t run your mouth like this. But think for a second, you can either do as I say and get fucked properly, or keep acting like a brat and deal with this here on your own.” He tapped his fingers gently against your core as if to illustrate his words.

It was tempting to keep pushing and see where that would go. You were pretty sure he wouldn’t follow up on that threat. Yet you were not exactly in the mood to stall anymore. And what Ten didn't seem to realize was that you'd go to great lengths to get what you want. So you leaned down closer to him.

"Please, Ten, make me feel good," you almost whispered against his ear. "I'm all yours, fuck me and make me scream, I promise I'll be good for you."

When you pulled away, you were met with wide eyes and a surprised expression. You held back the smirk that was threatening to curl your lips and instead rolled your hips down as if in an attempt to grind down against his fingers. His touch was so light the action was basically pointless, yet it was more of a show for him than for you.

“Damn it, you’re so fucking hot,” he muttered, the words coming out more like a breath and barely audible. “You already made your point earlier, do you have to keep driving me crazy?” he added, obviously not expecting an answer.

Instead, he quickly discarded your shorts, as well as your top, leaving you in your underwear only. His eyes went over you slowly as if he was appreciating the sight, before returning to your face. You met his gaze, anticipation bubbling inside you as his fingers pushed inside your panties. A whimper fell from your lips as you felt his fingertips glide over your entrance and up to your clit, rubbing gently.

"Baby girl, you're dripping," he cooed as if that was the most endearing thing in the world and you rolled your eyes. "All for me, hm?"

You didn't think you were supposed to respond to that. Yet when you didn't, two of his fingers suddenly pushed inside you, making you flinch and clench your thighs or, well, at least try to.

“I asked you something, love,” he mused, pulling them out again and going back to drawing slow small circles against your clit.

“Yes, fuck,” you gasped out. “All for you. Unless you see someone else in the room that’s wasting time asking dumb questions.”

“I remember you promising to be good,” Ten raised his eyebrows. “But since you’re that impatient…”

The gentle touch on your core was suddenly replaced with harsh fingers rubbing against your clit, causing you to moan out loudly and lean forward so your head would fall on Ten’s shoulder. Your fingers grabbed onto his hoodie, tugging on the fabric as he left your clit in favor of teasing your hole with the tip of his finger. Apparently, he’d taken the part about wasting time to heart as he was barely giving you time to process his actions.

Before you knew it, a finger was pushing in and out of you in slow movements. A second one joined in almost as quickly and you were almost shaking. Whenever your mind could catch on, Ten just gave it something new. It was almost overwhelming. But it was also not enough. You couldn’t help but try to roll your hips to meet the movement of his fingers. As soon as you realized it, you tried to stop yourself. A soft chuckle rang near your ear.

“Go ahead, love, you don’t have to hold back,” Ten encouraged and you were too far gone to respond.

All you could do was let go and let yourself ride his fingers. He didn’t leave you all on your own, meeting your movements, curling his fingers inside you, mumbling soft praises in your ears. The heel of his palm would occasionally press against the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs and you couldn’t stop the whimpers and moans that were falling from your lips.

The tension was building up inside you, ready to reach its peak any moment now, when he suddenly pulled his hand away from you. You whined out before your mind had even processed it and glared at the boy. He had the audacity to laugh at your reaction.

“Relax, baby, okay?” he smiled. There was a dark glimmer in his eyes. “I just want to see you cum when I’m inside you.”

Now that his fingers weren’t directly on you, you had regained a bit of your ability to bite back so you lifted your chin daringly.

“Well go on then, I’ve already been waiting for far too long.”

“Bold words from someone who was not able to sit up properly until a second ago,” he chuckled.

He didn’t stall anymore though, instead quickly took off your bra and panties, then reached down for his hoodie. As you didn’t protest this time, he pushed the clothing off his body and threw it to the side, followed by the tshirt he had underneath it. Your eyes traveled along his torso and arms, taking in the tattoos that covered his skin. You reached up to touch the one on his chest and he tensed up slightly. You pulled your hand away quickly.

“So, princess, would you like to lay down or are you comfortable like this?” Ten asked and despite the teasing tone, you knew he would do whatever you asked without another word.

“I like it here,” you smiled as you raised your hips and positioned yourself over his already hard again cock. He held you up with one hand as he adjusted himself so that the tip would be at your entrance.

You met his eyes once again. This was happening way too many times for one night, you thought to yourself. You could see the question in his eyes, making sure you were still fully on board with this. So you slowly started lowering yourself on his length. The stretch was bigger than his fingers, obviously, so it took you a while to bottom out fully. Once you did, you took a moment to breathe, overwhelmed by the feeling of being full with him.

He seemed to be in a similar state, eyebrows narrowed as he embraced whatever it felt like being inside you. You bit your lip, the pleasure on his face was one of the most beautiful things you'd ever seen. You wanted more of it, of the sounds you'd heard earlier and, well, you also wanted to finally get to your own high. So you started moving.

At first, you went slowly, but once you got accustomed to the stretch, you couldn't hold back even if you had wanted to. And unlike during the blowjob earlier, he didn't either. His hips thrust up to meet you every time you lowered yourself on him, reaching spots inside you that made you see stars. His hands moved to your ass, gripping on it as he helped you move.

Your thighs were hurting and you loved it. Your moans were mixing with his and the sound of skin meeting skin. Your body was burning and so was his under your palms that were resting on his chest for balance. Your nails dug into his skin and he hissed out, thrusting up sharply inside you. This time the moan that left your lips was his name.

"Say it again," he moaned out and you weren't sure if those were actual words or you were imagining them, your head was cloudy enough for that. But he repeated it, voice barely a whisper this time. "Please, my love, say my name again."

And so you did. You didn't think it was possible but his movements got even more intense. As for you, once you started, you couldn’t stop his name from falling from your lips. You’d already given up on moving yourself, your thighs had given out already, yet that didn’t bother him as he fucked into you. Already having been worked up before this, you were approaching your orgasm quicker than ever.

“Come for me, princess,” he said, more of a plea than an order.

But it was enough. Once again, your head fell on his shoulder as your body shook and you let out one last cry of his name. You clenched around him and suddenly, he was spilling inside you again. Pressed so close to him, you felt the breath hitch in his throat as he came for the second time today. You pushed your exhausted body to move up again so you could help him ride it out, but his arms wrapped around your waist again, stopping you as he pressed you close to himself again.

Closing your eyes, you let the bliss wash over you. His heavy breathing and the fast beating of your heart were the only things you could hear for a while. It took both of you some time to finally calm down again and you pushed yourself to sit up straight again to look at him.

The look on his face matched the exhaustion you felt yourself, but his eyes were alive and shining. Sweat was glistening on his forehead, hair sticking to it. And he was looking at you in a way that you could not put a description different from pure adoration. You were pretty sure it was an aftereffect of the orgasm, yet it still made warmth grow in your chest.

“I’m going to say this only once,” you said quietly. “You are so fucking gorgeous.”

You didn’t wait to hear what he had to say about it as instead, you crashed your lips against his in a deep kiss and, as always, he kissed back immediately. Kissing Ten had always been amazing. And the more you did it, the more addicted you were to the feeling. As your lips danced against his, you weren’t sure how you were supposed to go from this to never touching him again. As your fingers found their way into his hair, brushing through the soft dark strands, you realized that you didn’t want to. The thought terrified you. But it was not something you’d ponder over in this state. So you brushed it to the side.

“Why do you keep doing this?” Ten asked, chuckling, once you pulled away. You looked at him in question. “You say something that I want to hear and then kiss me so I don’t have the chance to respond. You’re beautiful, Y/N. So beautiful, utterly and mind-blowingly perfect. Why didn’t you let me say that first?”

It was too much. The way he was looking at you and the things he was saying. And the way your heart fluttered to both of those things. The way you wanted nothing more but to stay like this, with him, forever. You didn’t respond to his question, you were scared you’d let out too much if you did.

“Will you stay the night?” you asked instead. It was a simple question. It made sense to ask something like that. And if he minded the fact that you ignored his words, he didn’t say anything.

“If you’ll be okay with that,” he said softly, reaching up to play with your hair. “I do hope we could use the bed though, nothing personal against your couch but I’d rather sleep somewhere comfortable.”

That one sentence was enough to break the spell that he’d put on you before, making you roll your eyes as you hit his chest lightly. He wasn’t being mean to you, but not saying and doing things that felt like taken out of a romance novel sure helped you get back to your senses.

“I am using the bed, you’re still sleeping on the couch,” you retorted, raising your eyebrows at him. “What made you think we’re sleeping in the same bed?”

“Darling, my dick is still inside you, I don’t think sleeping in the same bed would be the end of the world,” he laughed.

You couldn’t argue with that. Deep down, you didn’t want to, either. So when the two of you got dressed again, you showed him to your room. And who would have guessed, sleeping curled up next to him turned out to be more comfortable than you could have ever imagined.

…

Ten left early the next morning. Much too early for your brain to be functioning properly yet. He’d said something about needing to get ready because he had to look presentable or something, but you had barely been able to keep your eyes open as you sent him to the door, you didn’t really listen attentively. You’d gone back to bed the moment he left.

When you woke up again, everything that had happened last night crashed over you like a plane. You had had sex with Ten Lee. Ten Lee that you hated with every cell of your body. Ten Lee that had made your life living hell for the past three years. Ten Lee that… that you apparently didn’t really hate anymore.

The last part was what terrified you the most. Did you really… Had you really… Were you really in love with Ten? The logical part of you wanted to say no so much. The part of you that you’d protected from him behind sarcasm and passive-aggressive remarks wanted to deny him the chance to hurt you again. But the other part was already too deep to worry about that. You did your best to ignore that part.

A glimpse of something lilac caught your eye on the armrest of your couch. His hoodie. He’d forgotten it. You reached out to pick up the clothing item. It was soft and warm. And it smelled of him. For a short moment, you were tempted to put it on but you quickly decided against that. Instead, you folded it carefully and put it in your bag.

On your way to campus, you tried to decide how to act around him now. You didn’t want to let your guard down with him. And sure, there were moments when he seemed soft and loving and it was so tempting to think that maybe he shared the feelings. But you knew better than to trust him. So in the end, you decided that you’d go back to how things used to be before. Before the stupid idea of pretending to date each other. You were due to break up soon anyway. You ignored the bitter taste in your mouth at that thought.

By now, you’d learned his schedule by heart. So you knew exactly how to avoid him throughout the day. Everything was going smoothly and even Yangyang didn’t suspect a thing. Or at least you thought so. The two of you were sitting in the club room. You were working on the part of the article that had been left up to you. You glanced at the clock on your laptop, in about 5 minutes everyone from the student council would be out of their room and you were going to take action on your little operation.

“Ten’s been looking for you the whole day,” your best friend said, distracting you from the thought.

“What does he need me for?” you asked, voice as neutral as you could manage.

“He didn’t say,” Yangyang shrugged. “But he thinks you’re avoiding him.”

“It’s literally been less than a day since he last saw me,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes. “He’s a grown-ass man, shouldn’t he be able to handle himself on his own?”

“Did something happen between you two?” the boy asked, starting you, and you looked up at him with wide eyes.

“What do you mean?” you tried to act clueless. You forgot that there was no way you’d hide anything from your best friend.

“Y/N, my dear, you have many strengths, but subtlety is not one of them,” he shook his head slightly. “The moment I mentioned him you got tense. Either you tell me what happened so that I can help you, or you talk to him.”

“You wanna know?” you turned to him, chuckling drily. “Thanks to your amazing idea, nothing is the way it should be anymore. I had fucking sex with Ten last night. He slept in my bed. And what’s even worse, I didn’t hate that. And to top it all, I am in love with fucking Ten Lee and I am about to lose my fucking mind.”

Whatever Yangyang had thought he would hear, he clearly didn’t expect this little rant. He stared at you with a surprised expression for a while.

“Well, in that case, I suppose you’d like to know that I did tell him you’re here and he’s on his way,” is what he said when he finally opened his mouth again.

“What?!” you couldn’t help but raise your voice. “Okay, no, it’s fine, I have to go do something anyway. When he gets here, please just tell him I went home or something, okay?” you pleaded, desperation slipping in your voice.

“Yes, of course,” Yangyang nodded quickly, smiling at you. “I’m not going to tell him about this. But I do think you should.”

“Yes, uh, no,” you huffed as you quickly collected your stuff and headed to the door. “Thank you though, love you, bye!”

You headed over in the direction of the student council room. But, of course, it was just your luck that on the first corner on your way, you’d stumble into him. He looked as good as ever, carefully picked outfit, styled hair and, oh god, was that eyeliner? You reminded yourself that you’re not supposed to stare.

“Hey, there you are!” Ten smiled as soon as he realized it was you.

“Great job, you found me,” you muttered sarcastically and you watched his expression fall. It felt like a kick in your guts. “Sorry, but I kinda have something to do so if there’s nothing-”

“Wait,” he interrupted you quickly, eyes quickly scanning you from head to toe. “You’re not wearing it?”

“Wearing what?” you blinked in confusion. “Ah, right!” you remembered the hoodie and quickly took it out of your bag, handing it back to him.

“I… I left it for you…” he sounded confused and… a little hurt?

“Why would I wear your hoodie, Ten?” you raised your eyebrows, keeping your expression neutral as you waited for him to take back the hoodie.

“I don’t know, I… maybe it’s my bad, I thought you seemed to like it so…” Maybe he was waiting for a reaction from you, yet you forced yourself to not give any at all. Finally, he reached up and took the piece of clothing from you.

“Great, now I have to go-” you tried again but he seemed dead set on not letting you leave quickly.

“Student council, right? You’re going to investigate,” he smiled again and you nodded. Lying seemed pointless. “So then I’m coming with you.”

“Why?” you asked, staring at him blankly.

“Because we agreed that we’d do it together? Babe, you’re the one that asked me to come in the first place.”

You had indeed. You’d hoped he would have forgotten.

“Well, you don’t have to. I’ll be fine on my own.”

He looked at you for a long moment as if trying to analyze you.

“Yeah, no, I’m still coming.”

You figured there was no point arguing. Instead, you made your way to the student council room, Ten following behind you. You didn’t speak and you were glad that he didn’t either. It was easier to be cold when you didn’t have to look at him or talk. Once the two of you reached the door you needed, you quickly glanced around, making sure there was no one to see you. You pulled out the keys and unlocked, slipping inside. He followed after you.

“Why are we sneaking in? Didn’t you say you could get the dean’s permission?” he asked and you rolled your eyes.

“I said I can get his keys, I never mentioned his permission,” you responded.

“Wait, so how do you have them?”

“Don’t question my ways, for all I know, I risk facing legal consequences if I tell you.” You weren’t going to discuss the pickpocketing skills you’d developed as a child. It was almost like a magic trick and 12-years-old you had been fascinated by the idea. At your current age, you knew that it wasn’t a socially acceptable skill to possess or practice.

“Did you really steal them?” Ten asked, eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

“Borrowed,” you muttered, looking away. “He’ll find them peacefully waiting on his desk first thing tomorrow morning.”

“I find this little criminal side of yours very hot,” he leaned closer, a playful smile curving his lips, and your heart jumped in your throat. This was not part of the plan.

“Stop talking nonsense. We have work to do,” you shut him down coldly, stepping back away from him. “I’m not sure which desk is his so you go check over there and I’ll start here.”

You noticed the way his eyes darkened a bit, the smile leaving his face. You turned around so you wouldn’t have to look at him. Instead, you focused on the various notes and documents in front of you. Rummaging through them quickly caught up your attention.

Soon enough, you’d checked everything you could find on this side and looked up to check with Ten. And found him staring at you, leaning on his arms that were resting on the table in front of him.

“You do know we don’t have an infinite amount of time, right?” you narrowed your eyes at him. “The quicker we get out of here, the better. Get back to work.”

“Not until you tell me what’s going on,” he said seriously and you froze in your place.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re avoiding me. You’re acting cold and distant. I’d say you’re being a bitch again, but you lack even the feistiness you had whenever you’d speak to me before. So what the fuck is going on?”

“Nothing’s going on, Ten,” you hissed. “I’m just trying to focus, try it out maybe, hm?”

“Is it because of last night?” he asked suddenly, pushing himself off the table and making his way over to you. You couldn’t help but take a step back. He sighed, taking another step closer. “You promised me you wouldn’t regret it.”

“Yeah, well sometimes people don’t get what they expected,” you rolled your eyes and he froze in his spot.

“So are you saying you didn’t like it and that’s why you’re acting like this?”

“God, no!” you said without thinking. “No, this has nothing to do with-”

“Then what is it?” you could see him losing his patience, raising his voice slightly. “Love, you were the one to invite me in the first place, you were the one to offer it even though you were the one pretending not to want it earlier the same day. You were the one to bring the whole thing up, you don’t get to also be the one regretting it now.”

“Then maybe you should start regretting it and leave me alone. You make it sound like all I did was take advantage of you and use you so why are you here talking to me?”

“For fuck’s sake, are you really this dumb or are you just trying really hard to not get it?” he laughed humorlessly. You opened your mouth to argue, but you didn’t get the chance.

Suddenly, you heard a voice near the door. It was muffled, but you could recognize it easily - precisely the man you were here for. Except you had hoped he wouldn’t be here in the flesh. You looked around quickly but couldn’t see anywhere you could hide. And there was no way you could get out either.

Just as you saw the doorknob twist, Ten quickly pushed you to the vending machine (that you were jealous of). You realized he tried to use it as a cover as he pressed closer to you, pushing you as close to the wall as possible. You wanted to protest against the proximity but you knew better.

“If you keep quiet and if we’re lucky, we might get away with this,” he whispered against your ear. You decided not to mention the fact that ‘lucky’ was rarely a proper description of you.

“-and I have it all figured out,” the guy said as he entered the room. You figured that he was on the phone as you didn't hear anyone reply to him.

"No, you're not hearing me. It doesn't matter who they want as representative, okay? I got it all figured out."

Your eyes widened. Was this it? Was this the moment your suspicion got confirmed? You glanced up at Ten and he nodded slightly. Now he would believe you about it! Carefully, you reached into your back pocket, pulling out your phone. You opened the recording app, if he was about to confess to something, you'd need proof for it.

"Listen, I know. I know my chances, okay? That's why I have someone on the inside," he said, laughing. "I mean I know who will be in the commission when counting the votes."

You inhaled sharply and Ten shot you a quick glare. You pressed your lips together.

"No, I haven't talked to all of them yet, but I know how to get to them. When they announce the results, it will be my name leading the list no matter what."

You felt anger bubbling up inside you. Not only was he planning to rig the elections, you knew for a fact he wouldn't really care about the students if he was elected as representative. Despite his well-prepared answers to all of your questions, you had noticed during the interviews that his intentions weren't to provide a better environment for the people he was supposed to be speaking for.

"Yes, glad to hear that you are starting to get it. And don't worry about the dumb article. Those two are probably more focused on fucking each other than making something of at least decent quality for once anyway. Okay, I'll see you later, I gotta go."

And now it got personal. You could feel Ten's body tensed up against yours and you could see on his face that he was not pleased by the assessment of your abilities either. You stopped the recording.

You listened closely, you weren't sure what the guy was doing now. And you couldn't really check so all you could do was wait and hope he would leave quickly.

For once, life smiled upon you. He shuffled through some sheets of paper for a while, humming to himself, and shortly after you heard the door open and close again. You waited for a couple more minutes just to be sure before you finally spoke up.

"Told you there was something fishy about him."

Ten finally moved away from you and you took a deep breath, tension relieving in your shoulders. Sure, you'd been concentrating on the half of a conversation going on but the thought of Ten's body pressed against you hadn't made things easy on you.

"Okay, you were right," he said, shaking his head slightly. "I'd say this guy definitely lost my vote just now but it seems like it doesn't really matter to him." You couldn't help but chuckle.

"Oh, but what do we know, we're just too busy fucking each other to write something good, you know." You meant it as a joke. At first, he smiled, rolling his eyes. But you saying that suddenly reminded both of you of the conversation you'd been having before the guy had walked in.

“Do you really regret it?” Ten looked at you again, his tone suddenly serious. “If you do, I will leave you alone. For good.”

It was so tempting to say yes. It seemed so easy to lie to him and avoid him from now on until whatever feelings had grown inside you left. Except that it wasn’t easy.

“No,” you admitted quietly. “I don’t regret sleeping with you. But that doesn’t mean I want to talk about it. Because no matter how good of a time we had, all of this just complicates things.”

“Why does it complicate things, my love?” he asked softly, taking a step closer to you.

“Don’t call me that way,” you shot quickly before thinking it through as panic quickly took over you. You were making it all too obvious. You were already preparing for the mocking words that would follow.

You were not prepared for the hand that gently cupped your cheek.

"Are we going to do this again?" You looked up at him in confusion. "Are you going to deny the things you feel while I am here in front of you, willing to give you the world if you ask for it?"

"Ten, what-" you started but he rolled his eyes and pulled away.

“If you're going to act like you still have no clue what I mean, we're continuing this conversation out of here. Almost getting caught once was enough for me.”

You couldn't argue with that logic. Plus, you had what you needed already. So the two of you quickly made your way out and to the yard. Somewhere along the way, he'd taken your hand, pulling you after himself, maybe worried that you'd run away if he didn't have a hold on you. You couldn't really say that you hadn't thought about it.

You found yourselves on a bench in one of the far ends of the yard, a spot where people rarely came. People probably thought you were coming here to make out undisturbed. You pushed away the thought that claimed it wasn't such a bad idea.

"So listen here, I don't care how obvious you think you're being," you started once you were seated facing each other. "I need you to say it, whatever it is."

"But I already did?" he chuckled. "Did you think it's a joke? ‘My love’, did you think it's just something I say to everyone? I have, unfortunately, despite my better judgment, fallen in love with you."

You widened your eyes, flinching back slightly. You had done your best to discard the idea that this outcome was possible. You had convinced yourself to expect anything but that. And yet here you were…

“And you know what?” he spoke up again, probably realizing you weren't going to. “I don't mind it.”

"But you said," you finally managed to speak. "Yesterday, you told me not to look at you like it meant something?"

"I said that because I thought all you wanted was the sex," he chuckled. "I didn't mind being used by you, as long as I knew what to expect in the end. And when you said it couldn't matter anyway, I assumed that I was right, that you didn't feel anything but physical attraction."

"So what changed your mind?" you asked quietly, unconsciously lifting your legs on the bench and hugging your knees. You couldn't look away from him as he spoke. Thoughts were fighting in your head, looking for the best way to react.

"The way you acted after that. Something changed in you. And in the way you looked at me. And I thought that, maybe, you were just better at hiding your feelings than I had expected. So I tried to let you know. But you still ignored the obvious hints I gave you. The hoodie was kind of… my last attempt to confess without confessing."

"But I turned up hating you all over again." you sighed. He nodded, laughing. "To be fair, I did think about putting it on," you admitted.

"Why didn't you?"

"I thought you'd simply forgotten it. Imagine if you hadn't intended that, I show up wearing your hoodie without even asking you first. You'd mock me for it. And I didn't want to live through someone mocking me for my feelings."

"You thought I'd mock you for that?" He sounded taken aback, surprised. You scoffed and looked up at him.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me that's not a reasonable concern after everything we've put each other through in the past three years."

"Okay, I understand your point. But I would have never made fun of your feelings. And… it was never me that started this whole thing, okay? Not to play the victim here but… I never even knew why you hated me so much."

You looked up to meet his eyes. He was being sincere, you believed that. But the idea made you laugh. Things that had been so important to you had gone… simply unnoticed by him.

"Well, Ten, you have this special talent of saying the meanest things about the people around you without even realizing it," you said and he flinched back. "Remember how we met?"

“Yeah, we had both just joined the newspaper club. The first thing you said to me was ‘Talk to me again when you learn how to keep your opinion to yourself.’”

"Wanna know why I said that?" you chuckled and he nodded. "Before you noticed me next to you, you were reading an article. And you were talking to the recruiter about it. You said that it was a literal piece of garbage and you weren't sure why anyone would ever publish something like that. The fun part is that the article was mine." He stared at you for a long moment, eyes wide with horror.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry," he said quickly. "I never meant to-" You raised your hand to interrupt him.

"You were right, it was an abomination, written by a kid who didn't know how to put two words together properly. But that kid had worked hard on it. And she took it personally. Thanks to you, I have improved so much. I stopped being upset about that a long time ago. But we had already started on bad terms and I suppose neither of us wanted to be the one to offer peace, it just stuck."

"I mean, if it had been the other way round, I would have probably murdered you on the spot," he chuckled. "I get it. And I'm really sorry. For everything. I am offering you peace now if you want it?"

You looked at his outstretched arm.

"I don't think peace is exactly the thing that works for us," you hummed. "But I think whatever we've had for the past month was pretty good."

"Yeah, I can work with that." A smile spread on his lips. "I'd actually love that. After all, imagine how heartbreaking it would be to explain to Louis and Leon why their mom is never coming back." You laughed out.

"No, look, I'd never leave them. If we break up, I’ll just steal them from you."

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Oh, I would! I treat them better anyway!"

It was just that easy. You couldn't believe that after all this time, this was what it took to make things right between the two of you. But thinking about it, you figured it wasn't all that bad.

…

You and Ten were in your club room. You still needed to finish up your article. And now, you also had another project to work on - the attempt at rigging the elections. Ten had some friends in the student council, he had taken on the task to find who was on the other side of that phone call, hopefully you could convince them to help you out. As for you, you were researching the votes counting committee so that you could find who was the accomplice.

The two of you were sitting on different ends of the big table, yet his presence was enough to make you feel comfortable in the silence. A small smile was playing on your lips when the door opened and you looked up to see Yangyang entering. He stopped at the door, glancing at you, then at Ten, then back at you.

"I see you two are…" it seemed like he wasn't sure what exactly he was seeing. "On ‘sitting in the same room without killing each other’ terms again?"

"Yeah," you chuckled. "You could say so."

"That's good," the youngest said, almost awkwardly as he made his way over to you, leaving his backpack on the table to take out his stuff.

"Babe, I think I have a clue about who it might be," you said suddenly and Ten glanced up at you. "I'll go talk to her tomorrow."

"Need company?" he offered, pushing his glasses higher up his nose. You shook your head. He nodded in understanding and looked back at his screen.

"So, correct me if I'm wrong, but this is new," your best friend spoke up again and you looked up at him. "My dearest lovely best friend, would you please care to enlighten me what the fuck did I miss?"

"Yangyang," you started, smiling softly as you glanced at your boyfriend buried in his laptop across the room. "I don't think you'll have to write that break-up article for the time being."

"Oh…" was his initial reaction. He was quiet for a while, before finally deciding what to say. "Well, I am really happy for the two of you," he patted your back gently. "But what the fuck am I supposed to write about next month?"

Like The Stars Pt. 1

pt.1 pt.2

Pairing: jaemin x fem!reader

Genre: smut, fluff, sex lessons au, friends to lovers

Word Count: ~8,8k

Includes: high school seniors (everyone is legal of age); canon bisexual mc; side characters donghyuck, renjun, and karina; profanities; obviously, sex lessons; kind of a slow burn?; mc being oblivious and kind of innocent but hopefully not in an annoying way; one handjob (for now)

Summary: you'd had a crush on renjun for as long as you could remember, but your lack of experience always stopped you from taking the first step; it's a good thing you have your trusted friend jaemin to help you out

Author's note: fun fact about this story, i've been writing it ever since ridin came out... i edited it a bit to make that less obvious, but i apologize for any writing inconsistencies that may appear, as there is only so much i can change without rewriting the full thing also if you see any mentions of hair colors, no you didn't also i meant to post this as one part but i wasn't able to finish it by the day i wanted to post it so imma stop procrastinating and finish it on the go hehe

It was something like an unwritten rule that rich kids would go to private schools, at least where you lived, which could also be heavily influenced by the fact that one of the best private schools in the country was located in your town. Of course, coming from a family of successful businessmen, you had been enrolled the moment your family stepped foot there three years ago. About 95% of the students were filthy rich, the remaining 5% being scholarship kids that you didn’t really communicate with much. Well, truth be told, you only really communicated with four people in the school but in all honesty, you enjoyed your school life.

You walked into the school cafeteria and headed over to the table where your best friend Karina was already enjoying her lunch. Across from her was sitting Donghyuck, another one of your friends. Karina and Hyuck had a long story back, both of them teasing each other all the time, never actually getting together yet for some reason. You had given up trying to help them. You had enough to worry about with your own secret crush anyway.

“The school year started two weeks ago, how come I already have three different assignments,” you complained instead of a greeting once you sat down at the table.

“Senior year, Y/N, we all knew that was coming,” Hyuck shrugged, grinning slightly with an astonishing lack of empathy.

You just rolled your eyes, not bothering to respond. You took a bite out of your lunch but got distracted as soon as two familiar figures entered the cafeteria. The other two in your small group – Na Jaemin and Huang Renjun. Your eyes quickly stopped on the Chinese boy and you couldn't help but let out a quiet sigh.

“Y/N, dear, can you please tell him finally?” Karina rolled her eyes next to you, leaning closer and lowering her voice so Hyuck wouldn't listen in. “You’ve had a crush on Renjun for as long as I’ve known you, you should just go for it.” 

You shook your head quickly, opening your mouth to say something in objection but then the two boys had already reached the table. You closed your mouth again and waved at them with a smile.

“Hello there,” Jaemin greeted, grinning slightly as he sat on the table next to you. Like, literally on the table, his feet stepping on the bench. You looked up at him, eyebrows raised in just a slightly judging manner.

“Hey, kiddo,” you smiled back, reaching up to ruffle his hair.

Yet your smile melted as Renjun suddenly sat down next to you, greeting you with a soft “Hello, beautiful” of his own and throwing his arm over your shoulder. You greeted back softly, enjoying the feeling of his body near yours.

Renjun confused you a lot of the time - he seemed open to you, he flirted and complimented you a lot, but he’d never really addressed any feelings and you knew him as a straightforward guy that wouldn’t just keep quiet if he wanted something. Which is why you were scared to ask him yourself. That, and your lack of experience. Well, you weren’t innocent and pure, you had dated and had sex before, but it had been with girls. Men were a confusing thing to you, you weren't sure what to do with those and feared messing up, as dumb as that was. But you just didn’t want to mess up with Renjun.

“People, I am planning on organizing a back-to-school party this year,” Jaemin said, pulling you away from your thoughts. 

“Are parties all you think about?” Renjun tsked in disapproval on your left, making you chuckle. “You’re legally an adult already, Nana, you can’t always just have fun.”

“So, who wants to host it?” Jaemin ignored him, a grin spreading on his lips. “My parents are home tonight so it can’t be at my place. Hyuckie?” Donghyuck shook his head with a roll of his eyes. 

“Don’t look at me,” he whined. “Last time I let you have a party at my place, I had to find my precious Michael Jackson albums in the bottom of the laundry basket, under at least three shirts that weren’t mine!”

The grin on Jaemin’s lips didn’t fall, instead, he just seemed pleased with the mentioned outcome.

“My parents aren’t home, actually,” you mentioned, chuckling slightly. “And you’re in luck, I actually feel like dealing with one of your parties, Jaem,” you said, smiling at the boy that immediately turned to you, a happy glow in his eyes that melted you a bit on the inside.

“Great then, I’ll go invite everyone important!” he jumped up, already taking out his phone and ignoring Renjun’s eye roll and disappointed sigh.

“Y/N, you should finish your lunch,” Renjun said to you, smiling sweetly. “If you’ll be dealing with him all night, you’ll need all your energy.” You nodded slightly as you took a big bite of your meal, eyes shining from the approval on Renjun’s face.

You failed to notice Jaemin’s mood faltering and the way his smile dropped as he left the cafeteria. And when you realized he had left, you just shrugged, assuming it was just to talk to his friends about the party.

The school day passed by quickly, and soon you found yourself at home getting everything ready for the party. The home staff had helped you stock up enough alcohol and snacks for as many people as you could, not really sure who Jaemin would even have invited. You hoped it wouldn’t be the whole school, which he had done once in Renjun’s house. You were relieved to see not that many people arriving. I mean, of course, it was a pretty big party, but you could handle this much and still have a house by the next day.

The night was going well, everyone seemed to be having fun, a lot of the kids were already getting drunk, and you were pretty sure at least one of the guest rooms was taken up, but you were happy. And maybe a little tipsy yourself.

“Y/N, baby, come play with us,” you heard your best friend’s voice call out to you and turned around with a smile, seeing Karina, the three boys, and some other kids. You approached curiously, taking a sip from your glass filled with vodka and cranberry juice.

“What are we playing?” you asked, tilting your head to the side.

“Truth or dare,” Hyuck answered instead, grinning. You took notice of the boy sitting a lot closer to Karina than usual, which made you raise your eyebrows and a smirk curve your lips, throwing the other girl an amused glance to which she replied with a wink.

“I’m in,” you giggled, sitting down in the free spot next to Renjun and across from Jaemin. They had already started playing and apparently, one of the girls had to sit in another guy’s lap, which he seemed to enjoy a lot more than her. The same boy spun the bottle and it landed on you, another giggle escaping you. Okay, maybe you were more than just a little tipsy.

“Uh, if you had to date someone from the group, who would it be?” the boy asked awkwardly, which you gave to the fact that you didn’t really know each other.

“Easy, Karina” you grinned, laughing a bit after that, though judging by his expression he expected the answer to be a boy. “But if you insist it has to be with a dick, then I’d say Renjun,” you added, your mind cloudy enough to not overthink it. Renjun laughed amused, leaning over to peck your cheek, and if anyone could know that you were suddenly feeling warmer, you'd blame it on the alcohol.

As the game goes, it was your turn to spin the bottle and so you did, landing on a girl from the class below yours. You knew her very vaguely yet made up some dumb dare that the girl still ended up enjoying. A few more rounds went by and the bottle fell on Jaemin, who picked dare almost the same second.

“Kiss the person across from you,” whoever had spun said.

It took you a moment to realize that was you. You blinked, looking up and your eyes met. Unlike the confident expression you could see on his face usually, Jaemin looked unsure, you could see a question in his eyes. “I can drink if you don’t-“ he started, but you shook your head.

“Na Jaemin doesn’t step down from dares,” you declared, giggling and taking a sip from your drink again. “I ain’t gonna be the reason you change that.” With that you got up on your knees, leaning over the bottle closer to him.

You could see him still hesitating, which made you narrow your eyebrows slightly and pout. “If you don’t want to, though…“ you started, your tone a bit upset in your drunken haze, which seemed to snap him out of his anxiousness and he moved up, closer to you. His hand reached up, cupping your cheek gently.

“Any preferences on the kiss?” he asked suddenly, you weren't sure if he was asking you or the person that had given the dare. 

“Aye, don’t be boring, give us a show,” someone shouted from the side and your eyes widened a bit as you realized that maybe you hadn’t really thought this through.

You hadn’t kissed boys, although you supposed it wouldn’t be much different from kissing girls. But you had never expected the first boy you kissed would be Jaemin, one of your closest friends. Yet you didn’t mind, or at least the alcohol in your system helped you not to mind. 

“You better make my first kiss with a boy worth it, Na” you mumbled jokingly and then leaned closer, pressing your lips against his softly.

He seemed taken aback for a second, yet reacted almost immediately after that, kissing back and tilting his head to the side to deepen the kiss. His hand moved from your cheek to the back of your neck as he seemed to pull you closer. His tongue gently darted along your lips and you gladly opened them, letting him do whatever he pleased, the alcohol on his tongue mixing with the taste of vodka in your own mouth. You could hear cheers around you, and you could hear your brain complaining about what Renjun would think of you, but Jaemin was very distracting from both of those. Apparently, people weren’t lying when they said he was skilled with that stuff.

When he finally pulled away, you could feel your head spinning a bit, the oxygen a little short for your already intoxicated brain and you stumbled a bit as you sat back down. Renjun wrapped his arms around you quickly to help you so you wouldn’t fall. You thanked him softly, smiling at Jaemin. The other boy had already sat back down as well, seemingly calm, although his eyes were moving around anxiously. ‘Was I a bad kiss?’ was the first thought in your head, making you widen your eyes slightly. And being the dysfunctional drunk you were, the thought stuck with you for the rest of the game. You answered some questions, did some dares but didn’t even give them thought. Your mind was entirely somewhere else. All you could think about was that you had been so bad Jaemin regretted it... and that you wouldn’t be good enough for Renjun.

Caught up in your thoughts, you didn’t notice it had been your turn to spin the bottle until Renjun shook you gently. You blinked, eyes focusing on him and widening slightly when you realized how close he was. Your head was spinning and suddenly you felt the urge to kiss him. 

“Sorry, someone take my turn,” you coughed out, getting up and walking away quickly as panic flooded your mind.

You headed straight for your room, closing the door behind you and leaning your back on the wall. You could feel tears rushing to your eyes so you took a large sip of your drink to distract yourself. It was going to be okay, you thought, you'd sober up and it would get better. This was a dumb reason to cry anyway.

“You okay, princess?” you heard a familiar voice suddenly. Not expecting him to be there, you jumped up slightly, looking over at Jaemin. “Sorry, I just got worried when you left so quickly and wanted to check if everything is alright.”

“Was I a bad kiss?” you asked, not really paying attention to what he had said. You could only focus on one thing at the moment.

“I’m sorry, what?“ Jaemin widened his eyes, choking slightly on air.

“Did it feel bad? Kissing me, I mean,” you reworded your question, your lips trembling a little.

“Of course not!” he shot back immediately, his face heating up noticeably. “You were one of the best kisses I’ve ever had,” he added a little more collected this time as he looked away and coughed awkwardly. You weren't sure if he was honest or just saying that to calm you down but decided not to question it for your own sake. You pouted and looked at your drink.

“Good enough for Renjun?” you asked quietly instead. You hadn’t mentioned your crush in front of the boys in your friend group because you were scared they would spread the information just because they were friends, yet at the moment that wasn’t your biggest concern. Jaemin didn’t reply though. When you looked up, his face was blank. “I’m sorry, that was a dumb question, ignore it,” you forced a laugh and took a sip from your drink as if to say ‘Look, everything’s so alright I can even drink!’

“You haven’t confessed to him yet because you’re scared you wouldn’t be good enough at kissing?” Jaemin asked, raising his eyebrow as his usual teasing grin slowly took back its place on his lips.

“Well, not just a kiss, I,“ you started explaining, then a gasp left your lips and your eyes widened. “You know?!” you screeched and covered your face with your hands.

“It’s just a little obvious,” Jaemin replied jokingly as he stepped closer to you and pulled your hands away from your face, taking the glass away from you and setting it down on the shelf near you. He’d closed the door after he’d walked in, leaving the two of you alone in your bedroom. “Now tell me, what did you mean?”

“Well, I’m scared I’ll be a disappointment,” you signed, leaning back against the wall and crossing your arms. “I’ve been with girls before. But I’ve never been with a boy, I’m scared I’ll mess up when I’m with him and he won’t want to be with me but won’t tell me because he’s just too sweet and we’ll be stuck in a relationship he doesn’t want and I can’t let go.” You were ranting at this point, the alcohol blurring your thoughts.

“You know he wouldn’t judge you for something like this,” Jaemin said quietly, one of his hands gently cupping your cheek, which made you remember the kiss earlier when he had held you the same way. “And I’m sure you’d figure out what to do quickly anyways” he added, a small smile curving his lips as if to comfort you. You were quiet for a bit, your mind once again working on its own thing.

“I know! You’ll teach me!” you exclaimed suddenly, grabbing his arms excitedly. In your eyes, there was a glimmer and Jaemin had to take a step back. 

“What?!“ he choked out, and you giggled, finding his surprise adorable. 

“Teach me how to please a boy, Nana,” you asked, a grin spreading your lips at the brilliant idea you had just had.

“I think you should stop drinking and just go to bed, Y/N,” the boy chuckled awkwardly, pushing you away from himself. He pulled you gently to the big bed in the corner of the room.

You narrowed your eyebrows - going to sleep wasn’t what you had wanted. So when the two of you reached the bed, you pushed Jaemin to sit on it instead, surprising him enough so he couldn’t stop you, and got in his lap. Your arms came to rest on his shoulders and you looked down at his wide eyes and flustered expression.

“I’m serious, Jaemin, you have experience with these things and I trust you.” You could see him swallowing hard, hopefully, that was supposed to mean that he was giving in. “Teach me how to fuck boys, Jaem” you whispered, begging him with your eyes.

He was still unresponsive. And if you had been sober, you probably would have apologized already and stepped away. But you weren't. So instead of that, you let your head drop until your lips could press comfortably against the skin of his neck and you started leaving open-mouthed kisses down his neck. Then you decided to go back on the same path, this time sucking and nibbling gently along the way. If the way he swallowed dryly and let out a shaky breath was any indication, your actions seemed to be doing the trick and a pleased smile curved your lips. Getting bolder as he didn’t seem to want to stop you anymore, you took it further, lips attaching to a spot you liked and sucking harshly, aiming to leave a mark. At the same time, you rolled your hips against his.

“Fuck-“ Jaemin moaned out lowly at the action, and his hips bucked up slightly against you.

And then you felt a bulge in his pants, pressing against your thigh. You thought that would mean you had won, yet suddenly he pushed you away, startling you enough to make you take a step back and off his lap. His eyes were blown wide as he looked at you, his breathing - heavy.

“Love, believe me, I would love nothing more than to push you onto this bed and have you scream my name,” he said. For some reason, the pet name sent tingles down your spine. Or it could have been the things he’d said. Or the low, raspy tone of voice that you had never heard before. You blamed it on the alcohol.

“Then why haven’t you yet?” you asked, attempting to sound seductive, yet it came out as more of a whine. “What do you want me to do, Nana? Beg for you? Beg for your dick? I can do that, I will do whatever you want me to do.” 

Your eyes were tearing up a little bit at this point. You were drunk and you were now horny, and Jaemin was like a ray of light, a promise of a good time. He had just said that he wanted to do this too. So why was he still refusing?

“Y/N, you are literally wasted,” he said, his eyes softening as he stood up from the bed and approached you again. His hands cupped your cheeks, squishing them slightly and you narrowed your eyebrows. “I am not going to do anything with you in such a state.” He must have seen the disappointment on your face though, as he let out a soft sigh and pecked your lips gently, surprising you. “Listen, if when you wake up tomorrow, you still remember this and you still want me to… teach you, we’ll talk about this more, okay?”

You wanted to argue, to insist on it being right then and there. But you knew that he wouldn’t step down. And deep down, you were grateful about it. And maybe your eyes were stinging a lot more than they did a minute ago, and the bed seemed awfully inviting now.

“But what about you though?” you asked quietly, looking away from him. It wasn't until you looked back at him due to his lack of response, that you realized he didn’t understand your question. “Well, I made you… hard...?” you said, almost a question. 

A chuckle left Jaemin’s lips and he shook his head a little as he pulled you to the bed, letting you lay down and carefully tucking you under the covers. His fingers got buried in your hair and he gently hummed. You were drifting away faster than you had expected. By the time his quiet reply came, you were already too gone to make out the words. 

~

The pain in your head was a bitch. There wasn’t a single thought in your mind besides “fucking hell” for the first few hours after you'd woken up, thankful that Jaemin had been smart enough to throw his party on a Friday, so you could sleep in and die in peace. You didn’t remember getting in bed, but you didn’t really bother about it. It was your own house, you had probably gotten tired and had gone to sleep, in your room, as normal as that.

With a quiet groan, you got up, first heading into the bathroom for your usual morning routine, as well as to take a shower - you felt as if the smell of alcohol had soaked up in your bones. After that, you went to the medicine cabinet in the kitchen. There wasn’t much, but you managed to find a pack of painkillers and gladly took two. You could only hope they would work soon.

Finally feeling a bit more conscious, you decided breakfast would be nice. Obviously, you weren't in the mood to prepare anything complicated, so you just put two slices of bread in the toaster. While waiting for them to be done, you finally checked your phone. Usually, it would be the first thing you do when you wake up, but today you hadn’t had the power to. First of all, you decided to check your messages - there were some from all of your friends from last night.

“you okay?"; "nana said you went to sleep”; “kinda weird if u ask me”; “did you really fall asleep at your own party-” had asked Karina. A chuckle escaped your lips. You quickly typed back an apology, assuring her that you were okay before you opened Hyuck’s message. The smile on your face quickly dropped after you read that one, confusion taking over you.

“girl, if u thought no one would notice the giant hickey on jaemins neck-“ That was the first one. There was another one that made your pulse speed up. “fucker was looking too smug when he came back from ur room did u like suck him off or smth???”

Still unsure what he meant, you opened Renjun’s message. “Jaemin told us that you’d had too much to drink and needed rest. I hope you feel okay in the morning. Make sure to drink lots of water”. After that, there was another short one “Text me if you need anything” followed by a smiley emoji and a heart, which made you melt on the inside a little.

You were more than confused though, your brain was working at its maximum capacity in a hangover state as you moved your toast to a plate, together with some fruit, and then returned to your room to eat there. Munching on a piece of bread, you tried to remember what had happened last night. Finally, you decided that this called for drastic measures.

“Aye, thought you might have died,” were Donghyuck’s first words when he picked up the phone, his voice the usual childish tone over the speaker, a grin evident even in the way he spoke. “Am still waiting for an answer, what did you do to the poor boy?”

“That’s the thing, Hyuck, I don’t remember doing anything,” you sighed, rolling your eyes as you already regretted calling him. “I don’t really remember even being with him, honestly, I must have completely blacked out after… uh, say, did we play something last night...?” you asked, narrowing your eyebrows and nervously nibbling on your nail as you vaguely remembered sitting in a circle with a lot of other people.

“Yeah, truth or dare,” the boy responded, chuckling. “You don’t remember?” You didn’t respond for a while, which the boy seemed to take as a confirmation. “Well, uh…”

“Donghyuck...?” you asked carefully after a moment of silence. “Did I do something really weird?” Still no response. It was unusual for him to be so quiet and you were starting to get very nervous.

“I mean aside from telling everyone that you’d date Renjun and making out with Jaemin, I don’t think there’s anything you could worry about,” he said finally, his voice the normal lazy tone he had as if he hadn’t just told you what he had just told you.

“WHAT???” you screeched, hearing him whine on the other side that you had broken his ears. “Please tell me that you’re messing with me, please, Hyuckie,” you whimpered.

“Nah, you straight up had your tongue down Jaemin’s throat as if your life depended on it. Like, technically you asked for it. It was his dare and he was going to drink but you insisted quite passionately,” he replied casually as if that was the most normal thing ever. “And the Renjun thing wasn’t even that serious, I mean I doubt anyone took it that seriously.” He at least had the decency to try to sound reassuring.

You needed a moment to take it all in. Your fingers got buried in your hair, tugging on it in shock. “Do you think he caught on? He’s smart enough, he probably understood what it meant…“ you whispered, not even minding that Donghyuck seemed to be quite aware of your feelings for Renjun. “I don’t even wanna know what he thought of me - saying that and then kissing… kissing Jaemin,“ you choked on the last words, the thought was so foreign to you.

“It really wasn’t that serious, it was a dare and we had all drank quite a lot, he’d be an idiot to think any less of you for it. But maybe your drunk self was worried too, y’know, you were staring at him for a while there before you suddenly ran away to your room,” the boy on the other side said, humming. His tone seemed a bit more serious now as if he had caught onto your distress even though he was still joking about it.

You pushed your brain more, trying to find the pieces in your mind now that you knew what you were looking for. You could remember the feeling of soft lips on yours, even though the face was not there. “What happened after that? Do you know?”

“All I know is that Jaemin went after you.” You let out a hum, still trying to think. “He came back down about 20 minutes later with a giant dark bruise on his neck. He looked very distracted also, like, he seemed to be thinking about something, fidgeting around all the time and-“

Before he could finish his sentence, you let out another loud screech. It had finally clicked. Not all of it was there, but enough had returned to you and you wanted to die. To bury yourself alive and not ever appear in the land of living again.

“If you’ll repay me for my help by making me permanently deaf, I will just hang up,” Hyuck whined, but you couldn’t care less. You were horrified by your own actions.

“Donghyuck, I asked Jaemin to teach me how to have sex.”

Silence.

Silence.

Silence.

“You did what-“ it was a mix between a choke and a laugh as if Donghyuck was in disbelief. Understandably so. This was something quite out of your character. “Sweetie, correct me if I’m wrong, but weren’t you crushing on Renjun for, like, the past couple of years?”

“I asked Jaemin cause I was scared I’d fuck up with Renjun, I’m… Hyuckie, what do I do?” you cried out, your head falling on your desk, but you barely noticed the pain in your forehead. “Hyuckie, I literally begged him and threw myself on him.” It was quiet on the other side of the line for a while and when Donghyuck spoke again, amusement laced his tone, as if he was a second away from bursting out laughing.

“Well, well, now it all makes sense…” You were just going to ask what he meant, when he continued, his tone turning suddenly more serious than you ever remembered hearing him. “I would suggest you think very carefully about this and call him and talk to him about the situation.”

“I- I mean, of course, but… Am I missing something else here?” you asked, lifting your head and narrowing your eyebrows in confusion.

“No, Y/N, just be careful. I gotta go now, Karina’s waiting for me” he said, his tone finally lightening up again and you knew you'd have to ask your best friend about it later. 

“Bye,” you replied quickly, a second later the hang-up tone resonated around your room.

You picked up your phone again, nibbling on your lower lip as you reread Renjun’s message. What was he thinking of you now? He was an angel, he probably didn’t even think much of your behavior last night, brushing it off due to the alcohol you had consumed, just as Donghyuck had. But maybe he found it inappropriate. What if he had thought that you were innocent and sweet and now his opinion had been ruined forever? You figured that you didn’t dare ask and find out. So in the end, you sent him a short “Thank you” with a heart emoji, before sending Jaemin a text that you'd be at his place in 30 minutes.

~

Waiting at the door for Jaemin to open was nerve-wracking. You could feel your hands shaking and you were tempted to turn around and run away. Actually, that seemed like a great idea. You could call him from home, why had you even decided to meet up in person in the first place?

“Hey, princess,” his greeting startled you and ruined the chance of escaping, your wide eyes meeting his soft ones, a bright smile on his lips. He looked just like any other time you'd seen him as if nothing had happened. His hair was still messy, as if you had just woken him up, which would make sense on a Saturday morning after a party. He was wearing a large t-shirt and loose sweatpants and he looked so soft you wanted to squish him and put him in your pocket. The irony that this was the same boy you had begged to fuck you was not lost on you. “What’s up, why did you come?” he asked, once again pulling you out of your thoughts.

“I wanted to talk to you,” you squeaked out, embarrassed as to how little your voice sounded. Jaemin’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, yet he smiled even more, even though that seemed impossible, and led you inside and up to his room, taking a pack of chips and two cans of Fanta from the kitchen on your way up.

He opened one of the cans and handed it to you, before opening the other one for himself, and looked up at you. 

“What’s up? How are you feeling, by the way, any hangover difficulties?” he asked, his caring nature peaking. You had to take a breath, he was one of the sweetest people you had ever met, how did you get yourself in this situation with him… You shook your head slightly as a no, which was obviously a lie, but you didn’t wanna let yourself procrastinate.

“Nana, I am so sorry for everything I did last night,” you said quietly, not daring to meet his eyes, staring at the wall behind him instead as your fingers were fidgeting with the tab of your Fanta. Yet you still managed to catch the way his expression changed, the smile falling suddenly. It was almost painful.

“So you did remember after all?” he asked quietly, taking a sip of his drink and setting it on the bedside table. “How much do you remember, princess? And what are you apologizing for exactly?”

“I- I think I remember most of it, I remember how I asked you to…“ You couldn’t finish the sentence, so you took a sip of your drink instead, trying to calm your mind a bit. “I remember I also tried to force you into agreeing…” Unconsciously, your eyes fell on his neck as if searching for… there it was, a bright reddish spot, proudly peeking over the collar of his shirt and suddenly you felt a new wave of embarrassment flooding you. “I am so sorry, I shouldn’t have invaded your space like that without permission,” you shook your head, forcing your eyes away from the bruised skin. "Not that there’s really an excuse for that…"

Jaemin obviously noticed your stare, readjusting his shirt slightly so the collar would cover the hickey. His eyes were gentle as he looked at you while you spoke, his lips pressed in a line.

“It’s okay, Y/N,” he said and something in the way he said your name made your stomach twist uneasy - it didn’t sound like usual, he sounded strained. “I could tell you’re not really in control of yourself, so don’t worry, we can just forget about it, hm?”

You looked up at him, observing his face. You could try to forget about it, of course. But you knew you wouldn’t be able to. And maybe you didn’t remember much, but you were sure he had said… what did he say exactly? Something like ‘I would love to have you scream my name.’ And hadn’t he hinted that he might agree to help you? You took a deep breath, shooting the next sentence out before you could have the time to regret it.

“I still want you to teach me”

Jaemin froze, his eyes widening as he looked up at you as if a second head had just grown out of your neck. You held his gaze, despite your mind literally screaming in fear to run away. You cleared your throat slightly and licked your lips before speaking again.

“You said that if I still want it, we can talk about it, so… If you don’t want to do it, that’s fine, I completely understand, just say something, Nana,” you asked, hoping that you hadn’t just single-handedly ruined your whole friendship.

“Are you completely sure that you want me, specifically me, to teach you about sex?” the boy asked, crossing his arms in front of his chest. His eyes were unreadable, you couldn’t tell whether he wanted to do it, or to say no, you couldn’t even guess what he might be thinking about which honestly terrified you, yet you still nodded.

“I trust you more than any other guy I know, aside from Renjun and Hyuck, but they are obviously not an option. I know that you have experience, it’s not gonna be a jump in the dark…” He was still looking at you with the same expression as if waiting for you to go on. “I don’t even know why I came up with that idea back then, but I know that if I will be having sex with a boy, I would really love it if you’re the first one.” You weren't sure if what you said made sense or if it gave out the right message to the boy, especially since he knew that you liked Renjun.

“I told you last night, and I still stand behind my words, Renjun wouldn’t judge you for something like this,” he pointed out, eyes boring into yours as if he’d manage to read your mind. “You don’t need to do this for him.”

“It’s not only for him, yeah, it may be part of the reason, but I just think it’s time I stopped being afraid of being intimate with a guy,” you tried to make your idea make sense to him. He still seemed doubtful, so you forced an awkward smile on your lips as you added almost jokingly: “And I mean, why would I wanna settle for someone else if I can have the hottest guy I know?”

Tickling his ego seemed to finally do the trick, Jaemin’s mouth curved slightly at the corners and his eyes finally softened.

“Well, if you put it that way…“ he said, laughing cheerfully and you were relieved. “Fine, if you’re sure about it, I will help you,” he agreed, his tone still serious, but now it was just to show he understood the importance of what he was agreeing to. “I’ll go with your speed and I will teach you what you ask me about, okay? If you say you want something, we will do it, but I will not be initiating anything.” You nodded, smiling at him in appreciation.

“Can we not tell the others about it though?” you asked carefully, biting your lips. “I mean, Hyuck knows about last night but… can we keep this just between ourselves?”

“I mean, sure,” he shrugged, taking a sip of his drink before he looked at you again and grinned. “We have a deal, princess, just hit me up when you want to-”

“What about right now?” you shot quickly before even realizing it and the surprise on his face was almost comical.

“Well, you sure go all in…” he chuckled, shaking his head. “What do you wanna know first that you’re so impatient about?”

You looked away again, suddenly embarrassed by how eager you were.

“Well, I don’t know, you could just fuck me, like how you said you wanted to last night,” you said, a smirk curving your lips as some sudden wave of confidence washed over you. But it seemed like Jaemin was either not embarrassed to admit that or was better prepared for you now.

“I mean, I would love to,” he chuckled, a cocky smirk on his lips in return. “But lesson number one - don’t fuck a guy who doesn’t have a condom around,” he chuckled, amused at your surprised expression. “Unless, of course, you are taking pills. Or want to risk it with kids.” You quickly shook your head as a no to both.

“Then… we can try something else?” you asked, biting your lips. He was looking at you expectantly and you remembered that he’d said he wouldn’t initiate anything. “Like… we could go on what we dropped off last night and, well, I could give you… a blowjob?”

“You sure?” he asked after a long moment and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“My God, Nana, if I’m asking you to do it, it obviously means that I’m-”

“Fine then, come here” he interrupted you, something in his eyes flashing and you could feel a shiver run down your spine at his deeper tone. You stood in your spot, frozen for a few seconds and a devilish smirk curved his lips. "Having second thoughts already? You seemed pretty sure just now..." he teased and the subtle mockery in his voice seemed to be enough to get you back to your senses.

Setting the half-empty can on the bedside table, you stood up and made your way over to the boy who had put his arms behind himself and leaned back on them as he waited for you. You weren’t exactly sure whether you were supposed to try and seduce him so the way you plopped yourself on his lap wasn’t exactly graceful or sexy, but he didn’t seem to mind as one of his arms wrapped around your waist to support you.

“I think you should refrain from leaving more hickeys though if you don’t want anyone to know about this,” he chuckled softly and you nodded, although quite honestly the thought made you a bit sad.  You had indeed wanted to go ahead and mark him up some more. The thought was quickly pushed to the back of your mind though, in favor of focusing on what you were actually supposed to do.

The task seemed much more difficult now that you knew he wouldn’t stop you and that your mind wasn’t buzzing with too much alcohol.

“You’re supposed to guide me, you know,” you mumbled, wrapping your arms around his neck and another chuckle escaped his lips.

“You wanted to continue from where we stopped last night, I thought you would be okay on your own with that,” he retorted. “Okay, let’s set something straight first,” he licked his lips, his eyes falling on yours for a second before he looked back up to your eyes again. “Is kissing included in this deal? We established yesterday that you are good enough at it already, so there’s no reason to include that in the lessons if you don’t want to.”

You took a moment, considering his question. On one side, he was right and it wasn’t necessary. Plus, it would make the whole thing even more intimate than it already seemed to be. Yet you kind of… wanted to include that as well. And you would probably feel more comfortable if there was something you were already used to in this whole situation. So, finally, you nodded in confirmation.

Seems like that was all he needed as a second later he crashed his lips on yours. For a moment, you were startled by the sudden intensity, yet you kissed back right away, pressing closer to him as if on instinct. He didn’t give you much time, forcing his tongue in your mouth and taking control of you almost immediately. Your fingers pushed through his hair, tugging gently. The arm around your waist tightened its grip and pulled you closer, as his free hand moved to the back of your thigh, squeezing gently.

Kissing Jaemin felt amazing. Even more so now that you were sober and entirely conscious of what was going on. Getting lost in the kiss, you nearly forgot what the real point of this was. You could spend hours more just like this, yet you remembered that “this” was not the main idea of your deal with Jaemin. Getting back to the point, you rolled your hips against his slowly, a low hum coming from the boy in response as he squeezed you harder and bucked his hips up against yours.

“Already getting hard?” you teased him, out of breath, as you pulled away from his lips just enough to be able to speak. You were tempted to go in again, yet you chose against it in favor of kissing down his jawline and lower down his neck, sucking very lightly, trying to keep up your hip movements against him at the same time.

“One of the hottest girls I have ever met literally just asked me to suck me off and is currently grinding on my dick, excuse me if I’m a little affected,” he rolled his eyes, a subtle rasp in his voice as he leaned his head back to give you more space. You felt a flutter in your chest at his compliment. You couldn’t lie, it gave you a small boost of confidence seeing him enjoy your actions so freely.

“Hope I can live up to the expectations,” you whispered against his skin, feeling him shiver slightly at the way your breath hit his skin. Once again, you were kissing down his neck and collarbones. Okay, maybe you were stalling. You were anxious to go on further than this. You tried to excuse the long time you were taking by making sure he was aroused enough to proceed but you knew that the real reason was that you were scared to go on.

“Princess, are you sure you really want to go through with this right now?” he asked breathlessly as if sensing your hesitation. “I already said that I will help, if you’re scared that I will back out by the time you feel ready-” he started but cut himself off when you got off his lap and fell to your knees. The smile you sent his way showcased much more confidence than you actually felt. Pressing his lips in a tight line, he chose to quiet down and observe you.

Carefully, ignoring the slight shaking of your fingers, you reached up and untied the knot of his sweatpants. You chose to look up at him again when you carefully tugged them down together with his underwear. Licking his lips slightly, he lifted his hips to help you, his eyes boring into yours. You let the clothing fall to the floor before finally lowering your eyes to his crotch. The sight overwhelmed you.

The reality of the situation hit you hard as the fact that for the first time in your life you were seeing a man naked (more precisely a man’s lower half), and that man was your best friend Jaemin sunk in. His dick was standing hard between his legs, the tip leaking slightly. You couldn’t objectively compare it to anything, but the size still scared you.

Jaemin gave you a few moments to collect yourself, before letting out a sigh and leaning a bit forward to cup your chin and tilt your head up so you would look at his eyes instead.

“You’re not ready for that, are you?” he asked gently, with no hint of accusation or displeasure in his voice. You gulped slowly. You wanted to go through with it, you wanted to prove that you had not been just talking big words earlier. But you couldn’t push yourself to lie. You expected him to be disappointed, but he smiled instead. “Come on, get up,” he offered.

Something in the way he seemed ready to just drop it all despite literally having you on your knees in front of him made you want to push through, so you shook your head in disagreement. He narrowed his eyebrows.

“Jaemin, I’m supposed to be learning here, how can I learn if I don’t go out of my comfort zone,” you pouted slightly.

“You literally don’t feel comfortable doing this right now,” he pointed out, raising his eyebrow. “Get up, we can do this some other time,” he insisted, yet you still refused to back down. An exasperated chuckle left his lips and he shook his head in disbelief. “Fine. Give me your hand then,” he prompted and you reached up, placing your hand in his expecting one.

Slowly, as if to give you time to change your mind, he brought it forward until both your hands were hovering over his length. His eyes looked into yours for confirmation and when you nodded slightly, he placed your hand on himself, gently wrapping your fingers around the shaft. There was a visible tightening in his body at the action and you observed curiously as he took a short breath before placing his hand on top of yours.

“We’ll leave the blowjobs for next time, okay?” he said and you nodded slightly. “For now, this will do. For both of us,” he clarified, his eyes staring into yours intensely. When you nodded in agreement, he wrapped his fingers over yours and gently tightened his hold as he started moving your hand slowly along his length.

Getting the cue, you took it upon yourself to go on and stroke him, carefully watching his expression for any changes and signs if you’re doing well or need to change something. He seemed tense, though, looking back at you as he slowly moved his hand away and left you on your own. You went for a little longer like that, experimenting slightly by tightening your grip, and were pleased when a sharp exhale escaped Jaemin’s lips, assuring you that, well, at least you weren’t doing terribly.

“You can-“ he said after a while, clearing his throat to get rid of the sudden rasp in his voice before trying again. “You can tease the tip as well if you want.” You hummed in acknowledgment, obediently moving your hand up so you could carefully rub your thumb over his head. The quiet groan that he let out put a small smile on your face so you repeated the action just so you could enjoy the way his body twitched slightly at your actions.

Little by little, you were getting more familiar with what he seemed to enjoy and what made him curse under his breath or bite his lips. You were still hesitant at times, yet by now you were getting the grasp of it. A small thought popped into your mind as you watched Jaemin close his eyes. Slowly, you leaned down and stuck your tongue out, licking the tip as you twisted your hand gently around him.

“Y/N-“ he gasped out, as he unconsciously bucked his hips up and his eyes snapped open at you in surprise. You blinked at him, faking innocence. “Didn’t we agree that-“

“I just wanted to see how you’d react,” you chuckled, biting down your smile as he glared at you. “Am I doing okay?” you asked, using the moment to make sure. Instead of replying, Jaemin scoffed and leaned down a bit to get closer to you.

“The fact that you stopped is killing me right now,” he said, his pupils dilated with lust, you noted. “Be a doll and finish me off, princess, okay?” 

The words sounded more like an order than anything and you couldn’t help but gulp slightly. You had been so used to childish and bubbly Jaemin that the slight hint of dominance he showcased made your stomach twist. Having the moment to yourself, you realized just how needy you were yourself. There was no way that the situation wouldn’t affect you, yet you hadn’t really expected it would be like this.

Shifting uncomfortably in your spot, you refocused on the task at hand, meaning, Jaemin’s dick. You noted that the tip was leaking, as well as the slight tightening of the boy’s stomach when you wrapped your hand around him again and renewed your work. Resting your other hand on his thigh, you did your best to make the boy feel good. Squeezing your hand harder at times, trying to maintain a good rhythm, and it wasn’t even about the learning process anymore. You just wanted to give him the most you could right now.

Your effort didn’t go to waste as soon enough, Jaemin’s breathing got hitched, his body tensed up and before you knew it, he came all over your hand and his stomach, making a mess out of his t-shirt (that you honestly regretted keeping on him… but there was time for everything).

It took him a while to calm his breath and focus properly again, his eyes landing on you again. A small awkward smile curved his lips as he reached over to his bedside table and pulled out a pack of tissues. You reached over to get them, but he stopped you and carefully cleaned up your hand instead, as well as his stomach, before helping you up and letting you sit on the bed while he fixed his pants and went to change the t-shirt.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, feeling how your own arousal had grown to an almost unbearable point. You could ask Jaemin to help you out, you thought… But would that be okay? The deal was to have him teach you the things you didn't know, it wasn't like he owed you any more favors. So you suppressed the idea of having Jaemin eat you out that had popped uninvited and did your best to ignore the wetness between your legs.

“Well, that was something,” he laughed when he was finally back, picking up his forgotten can and taking a large sip. You couldn’t help but notice he avoided looking at you. “You’re not at all bad, you just need to gain confidence,” he smiled at the wall behind your back and you narrowed your eyebrows.

“Nana?” you questioned, getting a hum in response. Yet he still wouldn’t look at you so you got up and walked over to him, grabbing his face gently and turning him so he wouldn’t have the option not to look at you. “You good?” you asked, scared you’d fucked up somewhere. Maybe everywhere.

“Yea, don’t worry, princess,” he smiled, a little strained, yet a blink later he went back again to beaming as usual. "Mind still going over this whole thing, y’know,” he laughed cheerfully.

You hummed quietly, choosing to believe him for now, as you smiled as well.

“Jaem,” you said, drawing a hum from him before you leaned over to peck his cheek. “Thank you for helping me,” you mumbled quietly, before pulling away from him with a grin. “Now, I remember that you promised me at the end of last year that we can watch that show I've been waiting for together and you still owe that to me.”

And with that, the tension from earlier seemed to go away, the deal buried down in both of your minds until the next time, as you made your way to the living room and curled up on the couch together with a pack of chips.

Bitchless [M] Pairing: Lee Chan x Fem!Reader Tags: 7.2k, Roommate!AU, Smut, Humor Summary: While stuck in quarantine, what starts as just a joke becomes some sort of twisted sexual hunger games between you and your dorky yet admittedly attractive roommate who’s deadset on proving you wrong. 

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content 18+, Minors DNI, suggestive throughout, language, loads of teasing/lowkey edging, kissing/making out, heavy petting, breast play, unprotected sex (mxf), a teensy bit of manhandling, not a hand kink persay - he’s using them…a lot. 

“I’m bored.”

It’s probably the thousandth time you’ve heard your roommate repeat this sentiment within the hour and you’re only four days into your mandatory two week quarantine. The likelihood of you strangling him was so high that you automatically shifted further away from him on the couch lest you suddenly drop your book and wrap your hands around his stupid neck to shake him silly. 

You reign in your irritation and refuse to look over at him, dangling upside down on the couch beside you, feet hanging over the back as if his mother had swatted him for it his whole life and now that he was an adult, he was indulging in all the dumb ways to sit on furniture without repercussion. You’d scold him but he paid for the couch himself so he can sit however he likes. 

Chan boldly reaches an arm out toward you and pokes your side, quickly retracting it as you gasp and then scowl at him. “We still have ten days to go and you’re already being annoying.”

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Seventeen thot line GO

mingyu (bc duh)

seungcheol (bc duh pt. 2)

wonwoo (bc of the way he dresses)

hoshi (spider is self-explanatory)

chan (no one smirks 24/7 if they’re not a hoe)

idk wtf they’re called but hoshi doing those things where he lifts himself up like in that video where he was shirtless but he’s doing it like in the doorway of the walk in closet of his room one morning and you wake up to see him doing it facing you wearing only grey sweatpants but they’re rly low and you get so horny so quickly and poor thing doesn’t even realise what he’s doing to you he just smiles and says good morning but when you take off your shirt (his shirt) and your pj shorts and start touching yourself he starts to realise and makes his way back over to you

he was either doing pull-ups or chin-ups idr but it doesn’t matter bc he looked hot doing it

it’s the asscrack of dawn and your boyfriend’s ass is currently staring you in the face— at least that’s what it feels like as you watch him do pull-ups from across the room. he’s wearing nothing but those tight-fitting gray sweatpants you love so much, and they fit his body perfectly. they hang low on his waist, showing off his toned back, leaving little the imagination.

soonyoung probably hadn’t meant to wake you up, but it was hard to sleep with all of the grunting he was doing over there. you weren’t sure why he was up so early either. neither of you had anything to do today so you figured you’d both sleep in, but maybe he wanted to get a head start on the day…?

watching him work out was torture, especially when he chose to forgo a shirt. you quickly began to feel warm all over, your body reacting instinctively to the sight of your half-naked boyfriend.

as quietly as possible, you push back the covers and slide a hand into your shorts, rubbing yourself over your underwear. you have to bite your bottom lip to keep from moaning, though you’re convinced it’s pointless. you’re sure the frantic beating of your heart is loud enough for soonyoung to hear, but he just continues doing his pull-ups obliviously.

it isn’t long before the pressure on your clit isn’t enough for you. you need more, so you decide to go further and push your panties to the side so that you can push your fingers inside of yourself and soothe the ache of emptiness you’d been feeling. a sigh escapes you as pleasurable relief washes over you, and soonyoung notices immediately. he stops what he’s doing and drops from the pull-up bar, turning to face you.

“baby?” he asks, wiping his sweaty palms on his sweats. his eyebrows are furrowed in concern and you’re already hot with embarrassment. “you’re awake? are you okay?”

you swallow harshly and nod unconvincingly. “y-yes i’m fine, soonie.”

“you look-” he catches himself, gaze traveling down your body until he sees your hand down your pants. the shift in his attitude is instant. “oh, baby,” he coos condescendingly, lips curling up into a smirk. “poor thing, why didn’t you tell me?”

“didn’t want to bother you,” you whine. “you were busy.”

“i’m never too busy for you, my love,” he reminds you, kneeling on the bed beside you. “did you get all worked up watching me over there?”

“yes… you look so hot, soonyoung. and these pants-”

“i know you like them, baby. i remember the last time i wore them we never made it out of the house to do all those errands we’d planned to get done. you practically jumped my bones and we stayed in bed until you couldn’t feel your legs.”

“not my fault you’re so hot,” you mumble, making soonyoung laugh. “if you know what they do to me, why’d you wear them?”

“maybe i wanted this reaction.” he nods at the hand still in your shorts to emphasize his point. “i just didn’t think you’d be up so early.”

“you’re not very quiet when you exercise.”

he frowns apologetically, but you can tell it’s insincere. his fingers manage to find the waistband of your shorts in the same breath and he tugs at the elastic with a pout. “let me make it up to you?”

“Best” Friends To || l.yh

PAIRING || Ten x female reader, mentions of Mark x female reader

GENRES || Best Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Angst, Humour

SUMMARY || Best friends to lovers trope. Probably the best trope to exist. What was not amazing about it? The mutual pining, the comfort, the sexual tension, the everything. And to say that you were nearly living your fantasy trope was an understatement, for you were madly in love with your best friend Ten. All you wished for was for him to return those feelings to you because all best friends eventually fell in love right? But maybe sometimes…the laws of the universe were meant to be broken.  

Or, in which, after an unexpected turn of events. you find your heart broken by the last person you thought would ever do that.

WARNINGS || Angst

WC || 2k

COLLAB || Part of the Leftovers Collab by Amy @dulceamar (thank you for letting me take part!!!), part of the Love Shot event by @neowritingsnet​ and part of the Dionysa event by @ankathi-a​ .

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“So,” He said, stretching himself like a slender cat over the couch, catching your eyes as you looked up to him from the book you were reading.

“So?” You asked back, wondering what must have been on his mind that it was more urgent than the nearing-the-deadline project the two of you were working on. It wasn’t a really group project, in fact it was just a thesis you had to write about the book you had been assigned to read. But the two of you had decided to do it together, like countless other things you did together. Because that’s what best friends were for right?

Always together and never apart.

Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul, or as you called him Ten, had been your best friend since the two of you were in diapers. You both were like two peas in a pod, spending enough time together to make anyone who didn’t know you well wonder of you were a couple or not.

You couldn’t imagine replacing him with someone, and neither could he. Both of you were partners in crime, bound together for eternity of friendship and mischief.

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Read It In The Newspaper

Pairing: ten X fem!reader

Genre: rivals to lovers, fake dating, college au, smut

Word count: a little above 24k

Includes: tbh pointless plot; yangyang as side character; yangyang doing god's work tbh; cameos by sicheng, louis and leon; random small bursts of fluff i think; slow burn but only if you squint and imagine literally everything in the month of storyline that i decided to just skip; an offensively vague description of dancing; a dash of unnecessary drama; mc having a plot-relevant talent for pickpocketing that is only mentioned once; marking kink; mc and ten kind of being in constant competition for the power dynamic; mc calls ten 'slut' once; blowjob; fingerfucking; riding; nothing too wild but it's like 4k words long lmao; unprotected sex (do not attempt unless carefully considered)

Summary: being in the college newspaper club was amazing. writing for the university newspaper was a dream come true. except when it came to your lifelong rival, ten lee. you hated the guy with your whole soul. and yet somehow you ended up pretending to date him. you now officially also hate liu yangyang.

!Requested by @georgespiffincloone (thank you ♡)

Author's note: so i wrote most of this while watching all 6 seasons of teen wolf, do with this information whatever you want; also i didn't mean for it to get this long like what happened? what happened is i almost deleted half of it because im scared that it's too long; i hope that you will enjoy it nonetheless and thank you for wasting your time here ♡ disclaimer: i have literally no experience in journalism so im only going off of how it works in the imaginary world of my head

Why is it so hard to find some interesting gossip in this goddamn college,” your best friend Yangyang whined for maybe the 16th time this week. “I have less than a week to come up with something or I’ll lose my spot.”

“Yeah, well better get digging then,” you said, empathy absent in your voice. It’s not that you didn’t really care, your mind was just a little too occupied with the article you were working on yourself.

Both you and your best friend were part of your college’s newspaper club. Yangyang had the gossip page which meant that every month he had to find the most interesting useless pieces of information that the student body could care about and make them sound important. And you, on the other hand, kept a record of the academic achievements of anyone and everyone in your college.

The piece you were working on at the moment was about the science club. There had been a competition recently and sadly they had lost, so now it was your job to report about it in the next edition of the college newspaper. At the moment, you were working on the closing paragraph and you just didn’t seem to be able to make it sound good.

“Can’t you be a little more considerate and helpful?” Yangyang whined once again, breaking the fantasy that you had built in your head of him not disturbing your work. “Come on, you’re basically famous, there must be something you have heard?”

“Whatever made you think that people would come and share their problems with me?” you raised your eyebrows at him in question. “How do you usually find what to write about?”

“I have a large network of spies who provide me intel about people’s dirty business,” he grinned and you would have smacked him if he wasn’t on the other end of the large table in your club room. Instead, you glared at him. “Okay, I just overhear stuff most of the time and then go around asking until I have enough information. But I haven’t heard anything good enough recently”

Your only response was shrugging as you focused again on the document in front of you. It was quiet for a while longer and you managed to finally write your paragraph. Not ideal, obviously, but it was enough for now and you could go back to it if you came up with something better. Once again, you had almost forgotten that your best friend was in the room. Until he spoke up again.

“You’re a terrible best friend, Y/N. Ten would have offered to help me.” You froze in your spot and slowly looked up at him again, death glare on your face.

“What did you just say?” you asked quietly, tone dangerous as if you were giving him the opportunity to fix his mistake before it was too late.

“Ten would have just shown a little more sympathy, you know?” he went on though. “He would also offer to help me find something, he wouldn’t blow me off like that”

Ten Lee, another member of your newspaper club, was nowhere nearly as nice as your best friend implied. In fact, he was a little bitch that would laugh in Yangyang’s face if he heard him complain about something like this (and you could say this from personal experience). You were very aware of the fact that what the boy was doing was manipulating you for his own gain. You were smart enough to know that. But not smart enough to resist.

“Give me three days and you’ll have something to write about,” you said through gritted teeth. The grin that spread on Yangyang’s face made your blood boil. You hated the fact that he could control you that easily. But you wouldn’t break your word.

“You’re the best!” he cheered, shutting off his laptop as if the fact that you agreed to help meant that he had no more work to do. Infuriating.

“Remember that for the next time you decide to compare me with Ten, dumbass,” you rolled your eyes, adding a barely audible “brat”.

“Of course, of course!” he said cheerfully. “I gotta go meet up with Hendery now, but I'll text you later, okay? Let me know if you find anything good!” he said as he packed his things quickly. You hummed in response and waved at him weakly as he rushed out of the club room.

Three days, of course you could come up with something until then. You were an experienced journalist after all.

…

Three days later, you had nothing.

“Why the fuck is everyone in this god-forsaken establishment so boring?” you sighed dramatically, forehead resting on the desk in front of you as despair filled your every cell.

“See, I told you it's impossible to find something right now,” Yangyang sighed next to you. “I have been scrolling through thousands of Instagram comments all day just in case someone somewhere is causing drama and absolutely nothing…”

“How can this be possible, you can't tell me everyone is suddenly peaceful and loving with each other,” you lifted your head, pouting in your best friend's direction.

“At this point I am willing to go and-” the boy started but he couldn't finish as the door opened and someone walked in.

“Ah, dumb and dumber,” you heard a painfully familiar voice and you looked up.

There he was, the infamous Ten Lee.

When it came to you and Ten, there was a long story to tell. Well, not really that long. But you hated the guy ever since the first day that you'd met him in freshman year. He was an insufferable annoying little shit and no amount of fangirls could change your opinion.

And yes, somehow the little (and by little, obviously you also meant short) fucker was one of the most popular faces in your college. Somehow people found him attractive. You credited that mainly to the fact that he was part of the dance team. You'd heard incredible things about his dancing, yet you refused to believe any of it simply out of the stubborn belief that there was no way he could be that good at anything besides pissing the hell out of you.

There was one good thing that came out of your deep despise for Ten and that was the newspaper. Both of you were in the club and your initial irritation with each other quickly turned into a fierce rivalry for the first pages and the best articles. Little by little, as a result of that, the newspaper had gained more and more readers, nowadays almost everyone read it. But that only meant that the importance of the quality of what you wrote only grew, and so did your rivalry with Ten.

You quickly recollected yourself, never in a million years would you let him of all people see your little mental breakdown.

“Have you two losers been in here all day?” he asked and you sighed in despair. Of course, there was no way you could have a moment of peace with him in the room.

“Some of us take this newspaper seriously, you know” you retorted, glaring at him as he chuckled at your response.

“Didn't you submit your, ahem, very interesting and important article yesterday though?” he asked, mockery in his voice. “Or you're already starting next month's one? It wouldn't be a bad idea, maybe this time you'll manage to finish it without the editors complaining that they can't do their job because you're running late.”

“Well, unlike some people, I don't write about the same thing every month, so I need some time to do proper research,” you rolled your eyes, closing your laptop in frustration.

“Actually, she was trying to help me,” Yangyang spoke up and you looked at him in disbelief - it wasn't Ten's business what you two had been doing. “Y/N, he might be able to help,” the boy reasoned, noticing your displeasure.

You didn't respond, instead simply crossed your arms and let the younger one make the mistake he seemed to think would be a good idea.

“I haven't been able to find what to write about this month,” he explained to the older one. “So she agreed to try and search for a topic with me.”

“And what is the masterpiece that you're helping him with?” Ten glanced at you, raising his eyebrows. You gritted your teeth together. He simply couldn't not be a little bitch for a second, could he? “Surely, a renowned journalist like you must have found the biggest hit of the century.”

“We have nothing,” you hissed through gritted teeth. You felt almost physical pain from admitting your failure in front of Ten.

“I'm sorry, did you just say that you have nothing?” he asked, blinking as if in confusion. “You haven't started it yet or?”

“No, I said we have nothing,” you raised your voice, your annoyance taking the better of you. “I was not able to find anything at all for him to write about. Are you happy?”

It took a moment for your words to register into Ten's brain (you supposed that thing was so rusty and unused, it probably needed a couple of years to process information and load a response).

"Amazing!" Ten laughed out as if you were the brightest comedian he had ever heard speak. "And you call yourself a journalist?"

"What, like you could do better?" you spat defensively. "90% of what you write is about your own dance team"

"I write about the things people care about, darling. You should try it too, maybe then you would be able to finally make it to the first page."

"At least I put in actual research into my work. If Yangyang had asked you for help, you wouldn't even know what to do!"

"Oh really? Remind me again, with all your research experience did you find anything, Sherlock?"

"You guys just gave me the best idea!" Yangyang's voice suddenly interrupted your argument. You turned to look at him, halfway having forgotten that he was in the room as well. "What if you guys dated?"

Neither of you had what to say at first. You stared at the younger boy with a mix of utter shock and disgust on your face. Ten blinked a few times, before chucking and crossing his arms.

"I thought she's the dumb best friend," he said, grinning but his own surprise slipped through. "Makes sense though, a sane person wouldn't stick around her"

"Excuse me, last time I checked, your single brain cell is only passing classes because your team got first place in the dance championship two years ago," you retorted.

"Academic success being your only personality trait doesn't make you smart." That one hit a little too close to home so you opened your mouth to say something back, but Yangyang spoke up again.

"Guys, seriously, this is perfect!" he said excitedly, the grin on his face so big you were scared his head would split in two. At least it would provide a chance to confirm your suspicion about the void in his head where his brain was supposed to be.

"Would you please care to enlighten us how exactly this abomination of an idea is any good?" you asked, raising your eyebrows at him in disbelief.

"Everyone knows Ten," the boy started, causing a smirk on Ten's face. You rolled your eyes. "And by relation, everyone knows you," he turned to you.

"I'd hardly say that people really know me, Yang," you objected.

"Yeah, it would require being at least a little bit interesting for people to care about her."

"Can you shut your fucking mouth for one second please?!" you let out an exasperated sigh.

"No, but I'd like to see you try to make me," he winked at you, making you roll your eyes again.

"Oh my god, if this wasn't already so ideal, I would drive both of you over with the dean's car," the youngest laughed again. "Please let me finish, everyone knows the two of you. But more importantly, everyone knows how much you two hate each other. And that's precisely why literally everyone in this university is betting on how long it will take before you two get together!"

You could only stare gaping. Across from you, Ten choked on a laugh. For the first time since you'd known him, the two of you shared something in common - the absolute disbelief you felt right now.

"They are doing what now?" Ten asked finally, laughing as if that would break the spell on Yangyang and the younger would stop talking nonsense. Sadly, that wasn't the case.

"Come on, guys, you two would be the perfect example of the enemies to lovers trope! I've heard even professors talk about the sexual tension between the two of you."

You couldn't help but fake gagging at the last part, the idea of there being literally any sexual attraction in you for him making you cringe, in addition to the fact that apparently, your teachers were discussing your potential sexual life.

"It's okay, Y/N, you don't have to pretend you wouldn't fuck me if you had the chance, I won't judge," Ten said sarcastically. "Take it as a compliment though, people think you actually stand a chance with me."

If it wasn't too much effort for you, you'd walk over and kick him in the crotch for that. But instead, you chose to completely ignore him.

"Assuming that's true and people do think that way," you started, "it still doesn't mean I would ever date him."

"That's the thing, you don't have to!" Yangyang said as if that explained anything. "All you have to do is pretend that you're dating!"

"And why would we do that?!" Maybe it was your brain lagging but you didn't see what Yangyang wanted to achieve.

"And then she gets offended when I call her dumb…" If this was any other normal person, he would at least have the decency to say this quietly. But Ten Lee didn't have even a drop of decency in himself. "He wants to use us for his article, idiot."

"Exactly!" Yangyang nodded excitedly. "All you have to do is pretend that you're madly in love for a month or two. You can keep bickering as you already do, people love seeing it anyway, just with less murderous glares. After that, you can have a dramatic breakup and I will write about that as well, of course."

The room was silent for a while again. You glanced at Ten and found him already looking at you. For a second you were scared of what would come out of his mouth - you didn't care about his opinion and you didn't want to do this, to begin with, yet you knew he could reject you in the most brutal ways.

"Fine, I'll do it," he said instead. There was no way you could have been prepared for this. "But you owe me a favor," he added, chuckling at Yangyang's little happy dance.

"Hold up, I am not doing it," you protested quickly. "I have no reason to agree to such a thing. And I don't want to. No."

"Oh, come on, Y/N," Yangyang whined at you. "Aren't you as my best friend supposed to always have my back and help me when I need it?"

"Not if it requires being near Ten?!" you exclaimed. Honestly, you couldn't even process how your friend had come up with the idea - he knew better than everyone how much you hated the older boy.

"But you promised that you'd help me come up with something to write about," he pointed out, a pout curving his lips.

"And I worked hard, trying to dig up something to help you, but I never agreed to be the thing you write about in your gossip page."

"What are you so scared of, Y/N?" Ten butted in your conversation suddenly with a tempting tone in his voice. "Are you afraid that you might fall for me for real?"

“Wow, sorry to burst your bubble, but I am pretty sure I will be more than capable of resisting your so-called charms,” you rolled your eyes. “I am more worried about my sanity and IQ, I’ve already lost enough brain cells just by talking to you at the moment.”

“We don’t have to talk to each other to convince people we’re dating,” he had the audacity to wink at you suggestively and lick his lips and you faked gagging once again. He rolled his eyes. “Right, sorry, forgot you’re a prude with no sense of humor. On second thought, you probably wouldn’t even be able to act your part properly. There’s no way anyone would believe us if you keep being yourself.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you asked quietly, offended at the idea that you would be a bad actress.

“Exactly what you heard, angel, I don’t believe you’d be able to put your ego aside and act like a normal human being for long enough to convince people we’re really dating. No matter how much they want to see it, with your character they will know it’s fake,” he said, looking you dead serious in the eyes despite the smirk curving his lips.

“Just because I don’t flirt mindlessly with everything that walks, doesn’t mean I can’t act like a whipped high schooler for a couple of months,” you hissed out, lifting your chin proudly.

“Oh, really?” Ten said, tilting his head to the side in mock curiosity. “Prove it then. Kiss me, here and now. Yangyang over there sure knows painfully well how bad your opinion on me is. Convince him. Make him believe at least for one second that you are deeply and hopelessly in love with me. And I will admit to being wrong.”

You glanced at Yangyang for a second. The younger boy was paying close attention to your exchange, perhaps still hoping you’d end up agreeing. No help was coming from him, that was clear. If you were a bit more rational, you’d think that this was not worth it. But rationality left your brain whenever Ten was around. Especially if you had a chance to prove him wrong.

So you took a deep breath and stomped over across the room until you were standing in front of him.

“Very romantic approach,” he noted mockingly and you rolled your eyes before immersing yourself into your role, changing your expression to a more sensual one. You took a moment to slowly look him up and down as if appreciating the leather pants and nearly see-through shirt that he wore. You found the outfit extremely inappropriate.

“You come to school looking this hot and you expect me to remain indifferent?” you asked instead though, tone somewhere along the lines of ‘giving out that you’re turned on’. “Have you seen the way other people look at you when they pass by? They all want you so much…”

His arms that had until now stayed crossed in front of his chest relaxed and fell by his sides.

"You've noticed the way others look at me?" he asked, kind of sounding genuinely surprised. You chuckled softly.

"Of course I have, it's hard not to, especially when I have to listen to them swoon over you all the time," you replied, proud of yourself that you managed to sound only borderline jealous rather than very sick and tired of hearing his name wherever you went. "But I have to be honest with you, Ten," you went on, grabbing the collar of his shirt. "It's getting on my nerves. Don't you think it's time they know you belong to me?"

You didn't wait for his response. Instead, you leaned up and pressed your lips against his. It was a good thing that he wasn't that much taller than you so you didn't have to tiptoe or stand in an uncomfortable position in order to kiss him. It didn’t take him more than a second to kiss back, his arms wrapping around your waist and before you knew it, you were already deepening the kiss, pushing your tongue in his mouth.

Fuck, why did he have to be a great kisser… You’d started this with the full intention of pulling your best act at enjoying it, but instead, you were getting lost in the kiss, high on the way his tongue moved against yours. Somehow his hands slid under your shirt, fingers digging into your skin as he pulled you closer. A soft moan escaped you as you felt his teeth scrape your bottom lip and you felt him smirk in the kiss.

That was your sign to pull away, gasping for breath as your lips lingered against his for a little bit longer. You opened your eyes slowly meeting his. For a moment there, he wasn’t Ten Lee that you hated from the bottom of your heart. For a moment, you could see why people were attracted to him. And maybe in the heat of the moment, you leaned your lips closer to his ear and whispered: “If Yangyang wasn’t here, I’d make sure to mark you up so that everyone else would know you’re mine”.

Then you pulled away as if burned from his touch. You took a few steps back for good measure and turned to your best friend, waiting for his final judgment. You didn’t dare check what Ten’s reaction was to your words. Mainly because they didn’t make sense, Yangyang wouldn’t hear what you had said. And you sure as hell did not want to do anything of the sorts to him.

“I think that was a pretty convincing scene,” the younger boy said, shrugging slightly. “I have no idea what you said to him, but if he keeps looking at you that way, no one will even doubt you two.”

You didn’t check what Yangyang meant by “that way”, you didn’t want to know. Instead, you just shrugged and walked over to pick up your bag from the chair it had been peacefully sitting on during this whole shitshow.

“Month and a half. And we’re breaking up because of him,” you declared, still only looking at Yangyang. The boy clapped his hands excited, stars glimmering in his eyes. “Now excuse me, I have no desire to look at either of you unless it is a matter of life and death, and maybe even then. I have a class to get to.”

With that you walked out of the club room, mentally cursing yourself for agreeing to this. How ridiculous, your hands were shaking.

…

About three minutes after your last class for the day ended, your phone rang. You didn't recognize the number, so you didn't pick it up. But your phone rang again. And then a third time. You caved in and picked up.

"Yes?"

"Wow, when I don't have to look at your face, I can almost enjoy hearing your voice," a familiar mocking tone sounded through the speaker and you couldn't help but groan.

"How'd you get my number, idiot?" you hissed out.

"I asked Yangyang," he replied casually. "You know, it would be weird if we were dating and didn't have each other's phone numbers."

"Great, so you have mine and I have yours, now you have three seconds to hang up or I will."

"Hold up, we have some things to talk about," he said instead and you raised your eyebrows even though you knew he wouldn't see you.

"Pray tell, what would that be?" you asked confused.

"Details about our relationship, love," he chuckled. You gagged at the pet name and a tsk sound came from the other side. "First of all, you gotta stop forcing yourself to act disgusted around me."

"If you genuinely think I am forcing it, you're delusional. Sorry to break it to you," you hummed, sighing. "But surprisingly, you have a point. We should… ugh, I can't believe I'm saying this, we should meet up and talk about it."

"How shocking, a thought has appeared in your pretty head for once," he hummed and you tried to ignore the weird almost compliment in his words. "Hopefully, by the end of the next month and a half, it won't be so lonely."

"Yes, and maybe you'll stop being such a little bitch," you muttered, fully aware he would hear you over the phone. "Meet me in the library in 10 minutes."

"No," he said quickly, "we need people to see us. To make it seem like we started slipping so that people believe easier once the article is out. The cafe. And you better be there in 5."

He didn't even bother waiting for you to respond, instead just hung up on you. You cursed under your breath, muttering about an annoying little jackass who thinks he owns the world as you saved his number into your contacts list. You were tempted to not listen to him and just go home, but reminding yourself that you're doing this for Yangyang, you unwillingly made your way to the campus cafe.

Contrary to what you expected, he wasn't in the center of the room and surrounded by people. Instead, he had taken a seat at a small corner table with only one other seat across from him. Taking a deep breath, you made your way over to him, ignoring the glances you got.

"You're one minute late," he said instead of greeting you as you sat down on the empty seat.

"Wow, a whole minute! Plus, you're lucky I even came. If you try ordering me around one more time, the next thing Yangyang writes about will be your death under mysterious circumstances," you rolled your eyes.

Completely ignoring your comment, he slid one of the two cups in front of him over to your side. When you looked at him in confusion, he sighed.

"Hot chocolate. Yangyang said you like it."

"You asked him what I like?" you asked in confusion, being considerate enough for something like that wasn't a trait of his.

"If we're going to do this, we need to know things about each other, you know," he rolled his eyes as if your question was the dumbest thing someone could ask. "And I didn't really think you'd tell me if I asked."

You didn't reply. He did have a point. You hated the fact that he had had a point on more than one occasion today. Instead, you wrapped your hands around the warm cup and took a sip, looking around. People were looking at the two of you, you could see some of them whispering to each other. There were two options - either they were just genuinely surprised to see you together, or they really did think something was going on between you and Ten.

"So, how did we start dating?" Ten interrupted your thoughts and you looked at him startled. Rolling his eyes, he clarified: "Yangyang is close to both of us. It makes sense that he knows how it happened. Plus if he writes about it, we won't have to explain it."

"Ah, well…" you hummed, thinking. "Honestly, I cannot imagine any scenario where I'd fall for you. But, uh… we hooked up at some party?"

"Have you ever been to a party in your life?" he mocked and you were tempted to pour the hot chocolate over his head. "Also, that's lame. And I don't do hookups at parties, everyone knows that, too many people have tried. We need something different."

"Okay, calm down," you muttered, crossing your arms. "What do you suggest then, top 10 hottest male celebrities?"

"I don't know how you manage to make something like that sound offensive," he laughed. You shrugged. "Okay, what if we tell them we were working on an article together and in the process, we discovered that we don't entirely hate each other?"

"But that would mean that we have to actually work together and publish something," you pointed out.

"What, you don't think you can manage with that?"

"Of course I can, I know how to be professional"

"Then I don't see the problem. We have a month to come up with something for the next edition."

"Fine," you agreed. You couldn't imagine what topic the two of you would be able to write about together, but you were willing to try.

"Now for the next month, people will have to see us together often. And acting appropriately for a couple. If there is something you'd like me not to do to you, tell me now," he said, looking at you seriously. You raised your eyebrows.

"Well, I'd appreciate it if you don't try to fuck me in public."

"So I am allowed to try in private?" he smirked and you groaned in exasperation. He chuckled. "Fine, no sex, I didn't think we'd have to clarify that, but okay, anything else?"

"I don't really know, if we're gonna be going off the sexual tension everyone sees between us, it doesn't make sense to just hold hands and stare at each other lovingly," you said, mostly thinking out loud. "And it wouldn't be us. So, as Yangyang said, we keep acting as we always have, just less hostile and with occasional making out." Ten just stared at you for a moment so you leaned back, suddenly cautious. "What?"

"I didn't expect you to be so rational about it," he responded. "I expected you to freak out more after your initial disgust with the idea."

"Oh, don't get me wrong, I still hate this. But I promised my best friend, so I can at least make an effort."

He looked at you for a bit longer. A small smirk curved his lips before he stood up from his seat.

"Finish your hot chocolate, I'll call you if I have an idea for the article," he said and you blinked at him, startled by his abrupt leave. Then he winked at you. "See you on Monday, babe."

…

"Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I act like I hate you for a few years first?

It is finally happening, my friends! The moment we have all been waiting for since we first saw them together. And I am delighted to be able to report to you straight from the crime scene: our own local heartthrob Ten and his life-long rival, none other than my best friend Y/N, have finally found love. And by that I mean, with each other. Yes, you heard me right! The enemies have finally become lovers! And they will both probably kill me when they see their names on this page, but I could just not hold my excitement, I had to tell you as soon as I heard!"

After that, Yangyang went on with your made-up story of how you'd fallen in love and how "disturbing it is to have to share the club room with you, now that you two are all over each other all the time".

You took a deep breath. The news was out. Which meant that the moment you set foot on the campus, everyone would think that you're dating Ten. You weren’t sure whether you were ready to go through that. But there was no going back now. So you made your way to campus.

“Is it true?!” a girl you had never met in your life jumped up as soon as she saw you.

“Is what true-” you asked dumbfounded as more girls seemed to notice you and rush over.

“You and Ten, of course!” the first girl clarified, rolling her eyes as if you were acting dumb. Maybe you were. But so what, you deserved to act however you wanted in this case.

“What about me and him?” you asked, scrunching your nose in disgust and glaring at her.

“Well, are you two together or not?!” another girl asked impatiently and you made a point to look at her in utter distress.

“What- what do you mean “together”-” you stuttered out, looking from face to face frantically. They were all looking at you expectantly, excited or ready to kill, you weren't sure.

“Well, it was in the newspaper,” a girl said, almost sounding as if she was forcing herself to be patient with you. “Y’know, we just didn’t wanna assume-”

You gritted your teeth, exhaling sharply through your nose. “That little brat,” you hissed out to yourself.

“So it is true then?!” someone squealed and a few gasps flew by. You almost broke into a smirk, this was just too easy.

“I- well-” you tried to look like you’re panicking, like you don’t know whether to admit it or not. A giggle came from your left. You let out a defeated sigh. “Uh, yes? It’s true…” Squeals were all you could hear for half a minute. Gosh, were these girls in high school still? You barely held back from rolling your eyes.

“You have to tell us everything!” someone tugged your arm. You genuinely didn’t recognize any of the faces around you yet questions were pouring over you as if every one of these girls had known you since you were a baby.

“Uh, maybe some other time-” you responded, slowly making your way out of the crowd, trying to be the least violent that you could. “I’ve got classes in a bit so I don’t- it’s not the best time-”

Despite your best effort, it took you almost 10 minutes to finally shake off the last of the intruders and get to your class. Sadly, the peace was only temporary as almost everyone who had managed to sit somewhere around you had just as many questions. And once class was over, it was more people in the hallways stopping you and asking for more details. It was draining you so quickly, you were considering going home early.

“This is all your fault,” you grumbled to your best friend. It was time for lunch break and you were hoping that they would at least let you eat in peace. All hope was lost though as yet another girl you’d never met in your life asked if Ten was good in bed. What the fuck did that matter to her anyway?!

“Oh, come on, give them three days to accept it and they’ll stop,” Yangyang chuckled, patting your back sympathetically. “I told you it would be big news.”

“Yeah, and I thought it would be big news that they would talk about amongst themselves!” you whined. You could hear whispers, you could feel eyes all over you. It was already getting colder, which meant that everyone would be eating inside. So you decided that eating in the cafeteria wasn’t an option. “Come on, we’re having lunch outside.”

Yangyang looked like he wanted to protest but a murderous glare from you had him making the wise choice to not open his mouth. You sent him inside to get some food for the two of you as you made your way to the backyard to find a nice spot where you could sit.

Suddenly, a familiar voice called out your name and you felt like crying. You had hoped that you wouldn’t have to be around him so soon. But luck was never on your side, was it? You looked over in his direction and met eyes with a grinning Ten that was waving at you. You took a deep breath and made your way to him.

“Shut up, idiot, I barely made it here without one of your dumb fangirls asking me what your favorite sex position is,” you hissed out as soon as you made your way over to him. The poor excuse of a human being had the audacity to grin back at you.

“So what is it?” a new voice popped up and you glanced to the side, meeting eyes with a pretty-looking boy. You must have looked confused, as he went on to clarify. “His favorite position?”

“Why would I-” you almost finished with ‘know’, yet stopped yourself on time. Taking a deep breath, you crossed your arms in front of your chest. “I don’t think it’s any more of your business than it was theirs.” You were fuming, barely holding back from shouting at this kid that obviously was a friend of Ten, since the two of them were there together.

“Love, you know Sicheng?” Ten chimed in as if to prevent you from actually lashing out. You looked back at him, a grin spreading his lips as if he was holding back a laugh. Your mind went over the name a couple of times. Oh, yes, Sicheng, he was also on the dance team.

“Right, Sicheng, sorry,” you sighed, relaxing your posture again. “I’ve just- had a rough day,” you hummed apologetically at the boy. He smiled at you slightly, nodding as if to dismiss your concern.

“See, that’s better,” Ten cooed and before you took notice, grabbed your wrist and pulled you sideways in his lap.

“What the fuck-” you nearly screamed, immediately trying to get back up but an arm wrapped quickly around your waist and held you down. “Ten, let go right the fuck now, I am not sitting in your lap!”

“Come on, babe, please?” he looked at you, all pouty lips and pleading eyes. He was mocking you and you had no way of escaping it. “It’s not like we have to hide anymore,” he added and you would have clawed out his eyes if you could.

“Y’know, I will leave you two alone,” Sicheng said suddenly and you felt like begging him to stay. You opened your mouth to protest but he beat you to it. “No, really, I don’t mind finding some of the others instead. You two spend some time together.”

Smiling at you again, he collected his stuff and walked away. You followed him with eyes, glaring at Ten once the boy was out of sight.

“Great job, there are probably not many people who really enjoy your company and you just made one of them uncomfortable enough to leave,” you muttered.

“But look, at least you don’t have to pretend you like me for a little bit,” he smirked at you, his fingers playing with a strand of your hair. To a side-eye, you probably looked utterly in love and just being touchy.

“As long as I am sitting in this exact spot, I need to act like I enjoy it here,” you rolled your eyes, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

“Well, you better make yourself comfortable because this is where you’re spending lunch break.”

“Damn, you must be really desperate to feel any kind of intimacy if you’re so willing to keep me here against my will.”

“Where’s your little pet?” Ten narrowed his eyes at you, completely ignoring your words. You decided to take it as a win.

“Yangyang? He’s getting food for the two of us,” you responded, raising your eyebrows at him slightly. “There aren’t really rules set in stone when it comes to dating, okay? We made a point, you can easily have something to do that requires you to get up and leave now.”

“Yeah, but I’d rather stay here,” he grinned. “You’re not the only one that has to deal with nosy questions, I prefer you over them,” he added. Then his eyes moved from you as he waved to someone behind your back. “Ah, there he is. Over here, we have room for one more.”

“I swear to fucking-”

“Ah, young love... I see you two have already found each other,” Yangyang’s voice suddenly entered your bubble and you turned to look at him. “I hope you include me in the stories you tell your grandkids,” he added and you rolled your eyes.

“Stop talking nonsense, Yang, I want my lunch,” you mumbled, reaching your hand out to him.

“I could be your-” a voice started from next to you and you put a finger up to stop him from going on.

“If you continue that sentence in the way that I think you want to, I will stab you to death with my fork.”

The only response that came from Ten was a chuckle. You didn’t look away from Yangyang as he handed you a box with baked potatoes. You fished out your little purse from your bag, took out the fork you carried with you and opened the box. The food was still warm so you hummed happily and started eating.

You felt a slight weight on your side and glanced over. Ten had leaned his chin on your shoulder, eyes closed as his fingers kept twirling your hair. There was a weird intimate feeling creeping in on you and you were tempted to move away or at least tell him to stop that, yet… it somehow felt nice. So you didn’t say anything. You looked ahead again, meeting Yangyang’s eyes.

He was analyzing the two of you, you could see it. But why would he be doing that, he knew the truth - you were doing it for him. He should be grateful, you thought, scowling slightly. You would have never agreed to do something like this - sitting like this, if it wasn’t this dumb promise that you had given.

“Are you two usually just sitting in silence when you’re together or is this a special occasion?” Ten asked, his voice quiet and distant, almost as if he was getting sleepy.

“Not usually, no,” it was your best friend that responded. “But usually, I don’t have to look at my best friend, sitting in the lap of her arch-nemesis, who is also my other best friend.” You raised your eyebrows at him, since when did Ten qualify as his best friend? He rolled his eyes and chuckled, his only acknowledgment of your reaction.

“You can leave if you want to,” Ten shrugged.

“No, I will literally kill you if you leave,” you protested. You wouldn’t be able to do this on your own.

Being the amazing friend he occasionally decided to be, Yangyang did stay. It took you a couple more minutes, but you finally managed to engage in a comfortable conversation. You could almost ignore Ten, as he didn’t really join you two. Yet the soft weight on your shoulder was a constant reminder that he was in fact there. And at some point, you started feeling conscious about it.

You couldn’t help but glance over at him as you shifted uncomfortably. His eyes opened slowly, almost cat-like, and met yours, a silent question in them.

“I think I should really get up,” you started quietly. You felt his arm around your waist tightening its hold. “Come on, Ten, I feel like I’m going to crush you or something-”

“Shut up and stay here,” he said softly, you could swear that he sounded like he was going to fall asleep for real.

“But I’m-”

“Y/N,” he didn’t even let you finish. “I am the one that gets to decide how much I can take. Trust me, I would have literally thrown you off if it bothered me. Now finish your meal.”

With those words, he made a point by wrapping his other arm around you as well, hugging you closer to himself. You could hear your heart pounding and it took you a lot of effort to go back to eating and chatting with Yangyang.

It was much later into the day, when you were already home on your own, that your mind went back to what had happened. You hadn’t particularly enjoyed the situation, having Ten cling onto you was very very low on the list of things you’d like to experience, if on it at all. But you couldn’t say it had been all that bad. Now, the question was why would he do it in the first place. You wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d used the position you two were in to tease you and make you uncomfortable. Yet his touch on you had been gentle and comforting in a way. You couldn’t make sense of it. You weren’t sure whether you wanted to know what was going on.

…

Yangyang had turned out to be right. It took just a couple of days for the ‘news’ to settle down in everyone’s mind and people stopped intercepting you in the hallways and interrogating you on your (nonexistent) relationship with Ten. You’d also not spent that much time with the man himself, thankfully. You wouldn’t have been able to take another inexplicable cuddle session in the middle of campus. Especially since the first one was still haunting your thoughts.

Your luck seemed to be running thin though, as you entered the newspaper club room and found him buried in his laptop, glasses popped up on his nose. You’d never seen him with glasses before. You didn’t even know he needed those. He did look kinda good with them though.

“Since when do you need glasses?” you voiced out as you took a seat across from him.

“Uh, since quite a while ago?” he looked up, cocking an eyebrow at you. A half-smile curved his lips. “You’ve known me for more than three years now and you only find out now? What an attentive girlfriend I have…”

“How am I supposed to know when I’ve never seen you with them?” you rolled your eyes. “It’s not something that would just naturally come up in a conversation that we’d have.”

“Fair enough,” he shrugged and went back to whatever he was working on.

You were caught aback. Usually, he would take the chance to keep bickering with you, he would say something mean or dumb, but he sure as hell wouldn’t just… agree and leave you alone. You couldn’t help but stare at him.

“Can I help you with something?” he looked up once again, noticing your stare after a while.

“I still hate you, you know.” You heard the words leave your mouth before you had thought them through. Ten’s eyebrows shot up and his so far neutral expression changed subtly to a sarcastic smirk.

“I am well aware, love, thank you,” he chuckled. “Am I supposed to give you an award for it or something?”

“No, but-”

“Or is my presence disturbing your fine tastes, princess? Should I get up and leave the room immediately once you enter?”

Now he was just being the asshole that you had known for the past three years. Narrowing your eyes, you huffed in annoyance.

“If the offer is on the table, I’ll take it, thanks,” you bit back, tapping your fingers against the table in front of you in annoyance. “And here I almost thought you might actually be a decent human being.”

“And that’s how you treat normal people? You tell them you hate them?” he laughed out. “You call me a bitch, but I’m not the one here attacking people for no reason.”

“I’m confused, okay?!” you blurted out as if to defend yourself. “It’s like you’ve done a one-eighty and become a different person and it’s confusing me! Usually, I can’t have a moment of peace if you’re in the same room and now you’re just- working quietly.”

“Maybe I have something important to do? Hate to burst your bubble, but you’re not the center of my world. I thought that you’d appreciate some alone time to focus on your work if you’ve come here, sorry for not knowing that I was meant to bother you.”

“Ten, that’s not what…” You sighed, there was no point in this. He had gotten defensive. And maybe he had a reason to be. “Okay, this is on me,” you raised your hands in surrenderer, “but what the fuck was that on Monday?”

“What do you mean?” he asked, narrowing his eyebrows.

“I mean whatever the fuck took over you during lunch break,” you hissed out, crossing your arms in front of your chest defensively. You hated the fact that he had you so worked up over probably nothing at all. Realization lit up in his eyes. It seemed like he was hesitant for a second but that was gone in a blink.

“It’s called hugging someone, has it been a long time since the last time a person hugged you?” You pressed your lips together, glaring at him. He rolled his eyes. “I specifically asked you if there’s something you wouldn’t be okay with. If you’re going to make a scene every time I touch you-”

“That’s not how you touch someone you don’t like, idiot,” you couldn’t help but raise your voice. “You don’t hold them tightly and play with their hair and nearly fall asleep on their shoulder. And don’t tell me that you were just pretending because that wasn’t fucking acting!”

He flinched back. You could swear that you saw him flinch, the sarcastic mask on his face breaking for a second. It was quickly replaced by a cold expression.

“I know you have this perfect little idea of a world where you are a victim of life and I am the devil incarnate whose only purpose in life is to bother you, but news flash, Y/N, I am not. I have feelings of my own and my life does not revolve around you. Sure, I may enjoy annoying you and all, but sometimes… Maybe I just need a moment to myself. I apologize if I made you that uncomfortable.”

“Ten, I-” you started but you didn’t know what to say. You’d never seen him like this - cold and closed off. It was like you had managed to somehow hurt him for real. As far as you could remember it had always been you the one who had to hold back tears because of him. You were lost.

“I made a list of some topics that we could write about together,” he said suddenly, taking away from you the chance to say anything. As he said that, he slid over to your side a piece of paper. You could see his suggestions noted down prettily in neat handwriting. “Let me know if you like any of them.”

And before you knew it, he had walked out.

…

You were waiting for 20 minutes already in front of the campus gym. You knew for a fact that Ten had a dance practice today and that his group used the practice rooms that your college offered. And according to what Yangyang, your main source for Ten information, had told you, their practice should have finished 10 minutes ago. But no one had come out yet. And the coffee in your hand was already starting to cool down.

Now, the thing is, Ten was ignoring you. Ever since whatever had happened in the club room a week ago, he had been avoiding you, he would only speak to you if there were other people around and even then if he saw you nearby, he would make an excuse as to why he had to leave almost immediately. You had already realized that you had crossed a line somewhere. Now, you were feeling bad about it.

And you didn’t really know why you cared so much about it. He never really cared when he hurt you, he probably hadn’t even noticed that his words could get to you. You should have been happy that you didn't have to spend time around him, you should have been feeling good that you managed to get him to leave you alone… but you weren’t. So here you were, feeling cold, a cup of coffee in your hand and waiting for him to finish practice so you could talk to him. You felt dumb, he probably wouldn’t care…

“What are you doing here?” a voice cut through your thoughts and you were startled. Great job, you had gotten distracted and missed the one thing you were here for.

“I brought you coffee,” you said quickly, offering him the cup. He glanced down at it but didn’t take it.

“I prefer it iced,” he said and took a step to the side as if he was going to leave.

“Wait!” you reached up and grabbed his coat with your free hand. “I thought it would be too cold for iced coffee, I’m sorry-” you tried but he didn’t seem like that changed anything. “Are you going to keep avoiding me forever?” you asked, your frustration slipping in your voice.

“I thought you’d like that,” he raised his eyebrows, tilting his head to the side. Your first instinct was to disagree, but this was Ten, you couldn’t just say you hate the fact that he’s not talking to you.

“We’re still dating, idiot, how are we supposed to look in love if people can’t even see us in the same room?” you said instead and he scoffed.

“Don’t pull the fake relationship thing on me, you don’t even care about any of it.”

“I care about the promise that I made to my best friend,” you flinched slightly. “I thought you would too since you were the one to push me for it.”

“Yeah, I pushed for it and I have made you do unimaginable things that made you uncomfortable so we can just call this thing off and tell Yangyang that we’re done.”

“Listen, I’m sorry!” you pushed the words out with a little difficulty. He finally turned to look at you fully. “I obviously hurt you the other day and I don’t know what it was exactly that made you pull away like this but I am genuinely sorry.”

“Never thought that I'd hear you say that to me," he chuckled and you narrowed your eyebrows. "You're already warming up to me, aren't you?" The teasing tone in his voice was back in a blink and you rolled your eyes.

"No, I just actually felt bad for what happened, but now I'm starting to think that you were just pretending to be offended," you huffed. "You don't deserve this coffee."

"Hey, hey, no" he smiled, taking the cup from your hand quickly. "I appreciate it. The coffee. And the apology." You couldn't help but smile a little too. "However, I am freezing so-"

"By the way," you interrupted him quickly. "I looked through your ideas and I did like some of them. I was thinking maybe we should discuss them?"

"Well, right now, I am not in the mood as I am freezing, as I mentioned already," he hummed. "But if you can handle the sacrifice of spending a little more time with me today, you can come over."

"As in, go with you to your place? Right now?"

"Yes, genius, come with me to my place right now," he rolled his eyes. "Don't worry, I won't murder you and hide your body in the freezer. My freezer barely fits my groceries as it is."

"I didn't think you'd do that until you mentioned it," you narrowed your eyes in suspicion. "But I'll take my chances. I'll just warn Yangyang where I am, if I don't come to class tomorrow, he'll know what happened."

It didn’t take long to get to Ten’s. You tried not to look around too curiously as he led you inside the small apartment.

“So… you live here alone?” you asked awkwardly as you took off your shoes.

“Not really,” he chuckled, glancing at you. “My roommates are probably sleeping at the moment. But if you’re lucky, you might get to see them.”

“I didn’t really ask to meet anyone but sure,” you shrugged and walked after him to a room that you assumed was the living room.

You took a seat on the couch and Ten chose the armchair on your left. You took a long look around the room and finally turned to him and found him already staring at you curiously. You couldn’t stop the awkwardness creeping up your back as you realized none of you had said anything in a while.

“So how’d practice go?” you asked.

“It was okay. We have a performance coming up in a few weeks so we’re working on that,” he replied, seeming surprised that you’d asked.

“Really? Like, you have some competition or something?”

“Competitions are usually later on during the year,” he chuckled. “This is going to be local, so to say. We do these performances every year before the season opens so we can gather new members. Curious what it’s gonna be like?” he smirked playfully.

“I’m just asking to be polite,” you rolled your eyes. “I’m sure you’ll do great and blah blah, imagine some motivational speech here.”

“And you’re coming to watch, obviously,” Ten said and you blinked in confusion.

“Uh, I wasn’t aware of that- Usually, I skip those…”

“Yeah, right, you do,” he rolled his eyes. “Well, you’re watching this one for sure. You’re my girlfriend.”

“Your girlfriend could be busy. I could be attending someone’s funeral at the same time,” you protested.

“Sure, sure, love, I will remind you when it comes and you’ll decide then, hm?” he offered and smiled at you, a condescending smile that told you that he was 120% sure that you’d be going. Yet you nodded in agreement. “Also, I hate to change the topic but didn’t you say you wanted to talk about the article?”

“Ah, right!” you nodded as you leaned over to take out the list of ideas he’d given you. “I looked over them and I really like some of them, like, you have some very interesting ideas. But I wanted to pick a topic that would be, like… I guess, a bit more universal, so…” you handed him the paper, pointing to the article you wanted to work on.

“The student council representative elections?” he asked to confirm and you nodded.

“I just think… It's something that should be important to most students. We could, like, interview the candidates as part of their platform and it could be a way for everyone to meet them. And if we work on it together, I’m sure we’d have different ideas and questions to ask so it would be more… uh, beneficial, I guess?”

“Sounds good to me,” he nodded, leaving the sheet on the table. “I figured you’d want something like that.”

“If you don’t like the idea,” you started, a little anxious.

“No, no, I do,” he assured you quickly. “I like the idea, otherwise I wouldn’t have put it in the list. Now, let’s figure out the details, hm?”

You hadn’t intended to spend hours at Ten’s place, yet the two of you seemed to get pretty caught up in what questions you were going to ask and how the article would look like. You were so caught in the process that a sudden brush against your leg startled you and you jumped in your spot.

Looking down, you were met with a pair of light blue eyes. A cute siamese cat was looking up at you as if wondering what you were doing here.

“Ah, there you are,” Ten smiled, reaching over to pet the little ball of fur. “Y/N, this is one of my roommates, Louis.”

It hadn’t occurred to you that his roommates could be something else but human so you were a bit surprised. But the cat, Louis, looked so pretty so you couldn’t deny that it was a nice surprise.

“Hey, buddy,” you cooked, reaching down and stroking his head gently. He didn’t seem to mind and a small smile crept up on your lips. “But wait, you have more than one?” you looked up at Ten, the fact that he’d mentioned this being ‘one of his roommates’ only now processing in your head.

“Yeah, I have one more,” he nodded, a smile still on his face as he looked at his pet. You could see in his eyes the affection he had for him and that made you a little softer. “Would you like me to go find him?”

“If it won’t be a problem,” you nodded. You were momentarily distracted as Louis decided to use the opportunity to jump up on the couch next to you and examine you thoroughly. You let him do his thing while Ten got up and walked over to another room.

He didn’t take long, only enough for Louis to climb up in your lap and spread over it so that you wouldn’t be able to get up, returning with an abyssinian cat in his arms.

“Leon, we have guests, say hi,” he cooed as he walked over to the couch and sat down next to you. “I see Louis has already gotten comfortable,” he chuckled, noticing the new position his pet had settled in. “It’s nice to see that he likes you.”

“Feels nice to have him like me, too,” you chuckled, petting the black and white ball of fur in your lap with one hand as you carefully reached out with the other one to let Leon sniff you. “I keep finding out new things about you these days,” you glanced up at Ten for a second. “First the glasses and now you’re also a cat mom? What’s next, you read to sick kids every second Sunday?”

“No, but I used to,” he hummed and you looked up at him again, unsure whether he was serious or not. “What, your mind can’t handle the possibility that I might be a good person?” he laughed and reached over, flicking your forehead gently. It wasn’t hard or really painful, but you pulled away from the surprise.

“They are really cute,” you switched the topic back to the cats and Leon meowed as if to agree with you. “Honestly, I’d endure your presence if it meant I’d get to spend time with them.”

“Well, the good thing is that you have an excuse to come over whenever you like at least for the next month,” he chuckled, hugging Leon closer to himself. You couldn’t quite be sure whether the cat enjoyed it, but he didn’t try to run away so you guessed at the very least, he didn’t mind.

“Great, so we’ll work on this article here,” you chimed up, smiling down at Louis.

“You could come over just so too,” Ten mumbled and you almost didn’t hear it. You chose not to mention it. Instead, you focused again on the fluffy thing you were cuddling.

It did, however, indeed become a regular thing, you hanging out at his place whenever you could find an excuse for it. The two little fluffs would run out to greet you whenever you entered at this point. Of course, that meant you had to spend time with Ten. But usually, it ended up either with you two talking about the article, or each of you doing their own thing in silence.

There were three candidates in total for representative of the student council and you had already interviewed all of them. Now you just had to wrap up everything that you’d gathered and present the finished piece for editing. So you were once again at Ten’s.

“Okay, I think this one question didn’t really get us anything interesting, what if we don’t include it?” he offered, reading through the notes you had taken during the interviews. He’d pointed out that you could just record it, but you had insisted on taking notes.

“Yeah, that’s fine,” you agreed, glancing over to check what he meant exactly. Then your eyes returned to your own sheet. It was from one specific interview and you were rereading the answers that you’d gotten for maybe one time too many now. “Listen, I know we’ve been over this but there is something off about this guy,” you huffed.

“This again…” Ten rolled his eyes, setting down the papers in his hands. “Darling, you insisted on three interviews with him just to catch him ‘slipping’ somewhere and you still got nothing.”

“But there is something, I’m sure of it,” you whined out, raising your voice, and Leon looked up at you from the spot between you and Ten where he had spread out to sleep. “I’m sorry, baby,” you pouted at him, stroking his back gently as he relaxed again.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Ten repeated mockingly, rolling his eyes. “I swear, you care about my cats more than anything else now. They’re still my cats, okay? Not yours.”

“Yeah? Do they know that? Because I’m the one they come to greet when we enter,” you smirked. “Are you jealous?”

“No, I’m not,” he huffed, crossing his arms. Your eyebrows shot up and a grin spread on your face.

“You are!” you laughed, leaning a little closer to him. “Are you jealous of me? Or them? Whose attention is it that you want, babe?”

Maybe it was the fake relationship rubbing off on both of you, but pet names had become so common between the two of you that you barely even gave them any thought. But there was also the fact that from mocking each other, you’d gone to teasing. You refused to think about it. It somehow worked out and as long as he didn’t mention anything, you wouldn’t either.

“Don’t ask questions you wouldn’t like the answer of,” he replied, pushing you back with a finger against your forehead. You scoffed, picking up Leon and hugging him as if to rub in Ten’s face what he’s missing out.

“Anyway, about that guy-” you started again and you almost laughed at the dramatic roll of Ten’s eyes. “No, I’m telling you! We should investigate more!”

“How much more do you need?” he whined. “At this point why not go and straight up ask him “Hey, are you planning on doing something bad?”

“Okay, okay, look,” you huffed. “I can take the dean’s keys to the student council room. And I know at what time no one is there. Would you come with me to look around? Like, maybe look through his things or something…”

“I’m pretty sure that would be illegal,” Ten pointed out. You rolled your eyes.

“I didn’t ask, are you coming or not?” you asked again.

“Why would you even ask me to come with you?” he turned the question, looking at you suspiciously.

“I need someone to blame if they catch us, of course,” you responded with a matter-of-fact tone. “Plus, we’ve worked on this whole thing together so far. I promise, if nothing comes out this time, I’ll give up.”

“Fine,” he caved in, shaking his head a bit as if disappointed with himself.

“Okay, so we can go tomorrow-” you started but he shook his head.

“Not tomorrow,” he said simply.

“Why not? It’s gonna be pretty much empty the whole afternoon,” you tilted your head in confusion.

“Yeah, you know why? Cause tomorrow’s the performance,” he said and realization hit you. He’d been talking about this for the past week every day, he’d been late to most of your meetings because of practice. You could see how important it was to him. You'd grown curious about it as well. And yet you’d managed to forget. “So you either do it on your own, or you’ll have to pick another day.”

“No, yeah. That’s fine,” you agreed quickly, feeling dumb. “Not tomorrow. How about Thursday? I know there will be about half an hour of clearing.”

“Sure, works with me,” he smiled at you and you couldn’t help but smile back. “So you’re coming tomorrow, right?” You were caught off guard. You stared at him for a long moment. “Well, since you are free tomorrow…”

“I hadn’t really thought about it,” you lied. Obviously you lied. You’d actually been considering it ever since he first told you to go.

“Well, you need to,” he insisted. “Imagine, I’m one of the best dancers in this team and my own girlfriend won’t even come to support me. What are people going to think?”

“I could be supporting you from home, cuddling the cats,” you hummed, not acknowledging the fact that in a way you had just called this place ‘home’. “Besides, do you really care what people think?”

“No,” he grinned. “But I still want you to come.”

He wanted you to go. It took a moment to process and then another one to figure out how to react.

“Come on, in a couple of weeks we’re going to break up dramatically because of me, at least come watch as my girlfriend once,” he went on, leaning a little bit closer to you. You weren’t sure whether the movement was conscious or not.

“What makes you think that I’d even wanna go?” you asked instead of replying.

“I never claimed to think that way. All I’m saying is that I would like you to come watch the performance tomorrow. You can still say no if you don’t want to. The choice is up to you but that doesn’t mean I won’t keep trying.”

“Okay, fine,” you agreed and by the way he looked at you, you guessed he hadn’t expected you really would. “I’ll come, but it better be worth it.”

“It will be,” he smiled. "But you better really be there or I'll kill you."

…

The next afternoon, you couldn't believe that you were still on the campus an hour after your last class and not in the club room, working on something. Instead, you were standing in the corridor next to the big hall for ceremonies, near the backstage changing rooms door, with Ten.

"I still can't believe you managed to force me to come," you voiced out, glaring down at his hand that was holding your wrist.

"I didn't force you to do anything," he argued as his fingers tapped gently on your skin in the beat of music that you couldn't hear. "It's you who wanted to come." You wanted to argue with that. Unfortunately, both of those statements were true.

"Do you really have to be doing that? There's no one here," you said quietly, nodding to his hand. He let go of your wrist immediately and you did your best not to think about the sudden disappearance of the warmth of his fingers. "So what should I expect, really? What kind of dances do you usually do?"

“Have you really never been to any of our performances?” Ten asked and you could swear that for a second he sounded genuinely hurt.

“Honestly, no,” you admitted. “I knew you’d be there.”

“How insightful of you, are you always this bright or was that a special case?” he rolled his eyes. “Well, you are here now and if you try to skip it or something, I will know so you will have to watch it.” There was a smug expression on his face as if this was something he’d planned all along. “And you better make sure to really enjoy the show.”

“Jesus, you’re so persistent,” you huffed. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think that you’re trying to impress me.”

He stared at you for a long moment. All of a sudden you felt conscious - was he actually hoping that he would impress you today? You couldn’t imagine that being true. You couldn’t imagine him making an effort to impress anyone, but you specifically even less so.

“It’s a good thing that you know better then,” he said finally, grinning at you. “No offense, your opinion is not something that really matters to me all that much.”

You knew that, obviously. With the way you two acted around each other, it made perfect sense that he wouldn’t need your approval, the same way you didn’t care whether you had his. And you were not surprised that he had no problem saying it to your face. But for some reason, it still hurt you. You gritted your teeth and smiled at him in fake sweetness.

“Good to know. But just so you know, if you’re not at least 60% as good as everyone claims you are and I end up disappointed, I will never let you and your enormous ego live it down.”

“Wouldn’t expect anything else from the queen of saltiness herself,” he chuckled.

There was no hostility in his voice. And in all honesty, there was no hostility in yours either. You weren’t sure when exactly the two of you had genuinely stopped trying to hurt each other with every word that came out of your mouths. And you weren’t sure what to think about that change. So you just did your best not to think about it at all.

Instead, you leaned up and pressed a quick kiss on his lips, resting your hand at the back of his head gently. You hoped that he wouldn't point out the same thing you had mentioned just a couple of minutes ago - that there was no one to be pretending for.

“Go out there and make me proud to be pretend-dating you, fucker,” you mumbled. You looked up to meet his eyes and found an unexpected depth in them. Almost as if all of this was real.

“You might have to channel back that possessiveness from the club room after the performance, love,” he warned. You couldn’t tell whether he was joking or not. It sounded like a joke, but his voice lacked humor.

“I’ll deal with that if needed,” you chuckled, pulling away from him. “Just do well.”

With that, you walked away to find a seat for yourself. Your eyes traveled over the seats - most of them were already taken and you realized you’d probably have to sit way back and not really see much. And then you saw Yangyang, sitting peacefully in the middle of one of the front rows, and the empty seat next to him. You quickly made your way over.

“Never thought I’d get to see you here,” he said instead of greeting you.

“Then why’d you save me a seat?” you raised your eyebrows at him.

“You’re assuming that I was saving it for you. Maybe I’m here with someone else, as I am so used to you ditching me every time I offer you to come,” he sighed dramatically. You rolled your eyes. “Okay, fine, I knew he’d make you come watch. He wouldn’t miss the chance to show off.”

You wanted to ask him whether Ten really was that good. But you didn’t get the chance to, as the lights in the great hall suddenly turned off. That was everyone’s clue to focus their attention on the stage, so your mind drifted away from the question. Well, you guessed you’d know soon enough anyway.

The dance team took over the stage almost right away and you were mesmerized. The kids were really good. With each second, it was becoming more clear to you why everyone cared about them so much, why someone would want to read Ten’s each and every article about them. The choreography was beautiful, full of small details that you risked missing if you as much as blinked for too long and yet they made it look like something so easy.

It took you a while to notice that something was missing. Someone. Among all the things you could focus on during the performance, Ten wasn’t an option. He wasn’t on the stage. You narrowed your eyes in confusion.

“Where is he?” you asked quietly.

“That excited to see him?” your best friend glanced at you, the corners of his lips curving slightly.

“Well, I did come to watch him, after all,” you hummed, but your eyes never left the stage.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get to see him in action very soon,” Yangyang assured. For his own good, you chose to ignore the teasing tone in his voice. “He usually has solos at the end of the performances. He is their star dancer after all.”

You hummed again, keeping your eyes on the dancers on stage, letting Ten out of your mind for a while and just admiring the show that these kids had obviously worked hard to prepare.

Turns out it was a bad idea to let your guard down that way. Because the moment he showed up on the stage, your brain practically malfunctioned. He’d changed his outfit since the last time you saw it. And his stage outfit consisted of tight black jeans, a mesh top that practically left him naked whenever he moved and a velvety coat in black and dark red. Up till now, you had never seen Ten in the light of someone who could be even remotely attractive, not consciously at least. You knew people found him hot but you never really understood why. Yet at the moment, no matter how much you tried to, you couldn’t ignore his toned upper body, a tattoo peeking from under his shirt (which, honestly, really did absolutely nothing to cover his torso, thank god for the coat over it) or the way his jeans hugged his thighs.

And then he started dancing. And as much as you had loved the show before him, it couldn’t compare to the way he moved. He seemed so perfectly in control of everything, capturing everyone’s attention like it was nothing. His stage presence and the way he pulled every move effortlessly had your breath hitching in the back of your throat.

"Pick up your jaw," Yangyang laughed at your side and you'd glare at him and threaten to cut off his dick if it wouldn't require looking away and focusing on something that wasn't the way Ten moved on stage.

You were in a daze, you could clearly see why everyone talked so highly of him and it was almost driving you into an existential crisis. He was hot. He was beautiful. He was talented. He was… he was everything you didn't want him to be.

When the performance finally ended, the crowd erupted in loud cheers and screaming. You couldn't hold yourself back from joining in. At least you could tell yourself that it was only in case someone was watching your reaction - you should be cheering for your boyfriend after all, right?

"Come on, it would be best if we get there before the fangirls," your best friend said suddenly, grabbing your wrist and pulling you away.

"Get where?" you asked confused. You didn't get a response, instead, you were pulled once again to the hallway that led to the backstage space.

Now, you understood what he meant by "before the fangirls". And what Ten had meant when he said you might need to bring out your possessive side. There were girls lined up all around the door, squealing excitedly to each other about the performance just now. You could hear some of them discussing asking him out. You scoffed, who did they think they were? Why did they think they have a right to try to ruin your pretend relationship?

Your eyes moved to the door as it opened and a sweaty and still slightly panting Ten walked out. The girls immediately started crowing around him. And that's where your brain completely gave up on you.

"Excuse me, girlfriend passing through, make way," you muttered, your tone far more annoyed than you'd deem appropriate, but you couldn't care. You pushed through the pack of girls, shoving some of them quite roughly until you finally stood in front of Ten. His eyes met yours and you could see anticipation in them. He was… waiting to hear your opinion, you realized. He’d said he didn’t care, but you could see the pressure in his shoulders.

You didn't speak. You weren't sure what would come out of your mouth if you did. Instead, you hooked your fingers into the holes of his mesh shirt and pulled him closer to you, crashing your lips against his. It wasn't a soft and gentle kiss. No, it was your anger pouring out from your mouth in his. Anger at him for being so good at something that you were left with no choice but to be in awe. Anger at all the girls around you for thinking they could just come here and think they could have him. And mostly, anger at yourself for caring so much about both of those things.

He was caught aback for a moment, probably because of the intensity of your actions, but then his arms wrapped around your waist as he kissed back. He didn't seem to mind that you were practically devouring him in front of half his fan club at the moment. Instead, he met your force and returned it, making you moan out into his lips. As your arms moved around his neck, you could hear gasps and whispers around you. You couldn't help the smirk that curved your lips.

"You were fucking brilliant," you breathed out against his lips once you finally pulled away. "And if you tell anyone I said that I will deny it with all I have."

"And what was the kiss for?" he asked, chuckling quietly. "A reward for a job well done?"

"No, it was because some people do indeed need to learn that you're not theirs," you hissed out, fingers brushing through his hair as you pressed closer to him. "I don't care if it's real or not, as long as this thing is going on, you're only mine."

"You so wanna fuck me right now." A smirk curved his lips to accompany those words. The angry part in you growled in confirmation.

"No, I don't. And if something like that as much as crossed your mind one more time, I will make sure that you are not able to fuck anyone ever again."

He chuckled, but instead of replying, at first he just looked at you. One of his hands let go of your waist and instead cupped your cheek, his thumb gently moving over your lower lip. You blinked at him in surprise.

"Well, I'm not ashamed to say that I do want to fuck you right now. Quite a lot. You look so hot when you're jealous."

You gasped out quietly, not expecting to hear those words from him. He chuckled again, pecking your lips before pulling away from you.

"As much as I love being this close to you, babe, I need to go get changed," he said and you hummed. "Thank you, everyone, for the support, it is always a pleasure performing for you," he turned to the girls and they cheered excitedly. It almost felt like you were at a K-pop concert and everyone was screaming because the idol had opened their mouth. You couldn't help but roll your eyes.

You didn't wait for him to close the door on his way back to the changing room before you were also walking away. Yangyang caught up to you quickly, a grin you didn't like on his face.

"Are you just taking your responsibility as my best friend too much at heart," he teased, " or is something actually going on between you and him?"

"Not even in his wildest dreams," you grumbled, shoving your hands in your pockets so Yangyang wouldn't see your clenched fists.

"No, I'm pretty sure you're not just pretending right now, Y/N, I know you," he insisted, somehow a bit more serious.

"Shut it, Liu, you have no idea what you're talking about," you hissed, stopping in your tracks to death glare at him.

He raised his hands in surrender and you let out a sigh, the anger washing out almost as quickly as it appeared. You stood in your spot for a little more. Yangyang would understand if you told him, he wouldn't judge you. Maybe he'd tease you for a while but he'd understand. He seemed to take notice of the conflict on your face and a small smile curved his lips.

"Oh, sweetie, you're falling in deep, aren't you?" he asked and you huffed out in annoyance. Scratch that, you're not telling him, ever.

"No, I'm not," you rolled your eyes. "What I'm doing is going home." And hoping that you’d be able to forget everything that had happened today.

…

A couple of hours later though, laying in your bed, you couldn’t get Ten out of your mind. Pieces of his performance earlier were replaying in your mind, frustrating you more and more with every passing second. And it didn’t help that you could also still vividly hear his words from earlier.

Did he mean it? Or was he just messing with you? If he’d been serious, that could make all of this harder. Because if you were to actually sleep with him, that could blur the lines between pretending and real feelings for you. Especially since those lines were already kind of blurry, as much as you refused to acknowledge that. And if it was just a sick joke on his side… that would hurt you more than you would like to admit.

You knew that knowing the answer would not be good either way. But you couldn’t just stop thinking about it. So you ended up picking up your phone and dialing Ten’s number.

“Hello?” he picked up, sounding confused. You could understand why. There was no way you could excuse any of this with the article.

“Are you free tonight?” you asked, not willing to allow yourself to procrastinate.

“Am I- Y/N, did you dial the wrong number? Are you aware who this is?” he asked and you groaned.

“Yes, you idiot, I could never forget the voice that haunts my nightmares.”

“Does that mean that you dream about me?” you could practically hear the smirk in his question.

“I dream of murdering you painfully and slowly, yes, if that’s what you were thinking about.”

“So you have a thing for sadism, noted,” he hummed. “I can work with that.”

“Oh my god, shut up,” you groaned, feeling your face hear up slightly. “Answer my question, are you free tonight?”

“Well, usually after performances I stay at home and cuddle my cats, so… yeah, I guess, why?”

You suddenly felt bad - you hadn’t thought about the fact that he was probably tired and wanted to rest.

“Nothing, never mind,” you tried to change your direction. “Tell Louis and Leon that I love them, I’ll see you to-”

“Hey, loser,” Ten interrupted you. “Leave the kids out of this, what do you want?” You didn’t reply for a bit, contemplating. “Look, you can tell me, the worst I can say is no.”

You scoffed, yet after taking a deep breath, you pushed yourself to ask the question.

“Would you wanna come over to my place?”

“What?” he asked, as if in disbelief. You already regretted this and wanted to hit yourself and never speak to him again, yet there was no going back.

“Look, Yangyang promised me to watch movies together tonight but then he ditched me and now I have the snacks but no one to share them with so-"

"So you're inviting me over for a movie night," he finished your sentence. He still sounded doubtful. You sighed.

"Yeah, that's pretty much it. It's fine, forget I asked, it was a dumb idea anyway. Good night-"

"I'll come," he said before you could hang up.

"Really?!"

"Yeah, just text me your address, I'll be there in a bit."

And so you did. You had to make a quick trip to the store as the Yangyang story was obviously complete bullshit so now you had to have some snacks around. But 20 minutes later, you had a convincing enough amount of chips and cookies on your table as your doorbell rang. You rushed to take it.

"Hey," you greeted awkwardly.

"Hey," Ten said back, chuckling at the way you stood there.

Not going to lie, you were staring. He looked so soft, wearing a lilac hoodie and sweatpants, his hair fluffy and messy as if he'd just washed it. It was so different from the styled-up Ten you saw every day.

"I figured it wouldn't matter much how I look for a movie night with you of all people," he shrugged, glancing past you to the inside of your house. "Now may I come in?"

He was right, of course. It shouldn't have mattered. Which is precisely why you couldn't tell him how much it mattered. Instead, you shook your head, stepping to the side so that he could walk past you to your living room.

"Make yourself at home or whatever," you waved your hand mindlessly.

"Look, darling, I know I am not your favorite person out there, but you could at least try to appear welcoming, hm? Have I ever neglected you like this when you’re over?" Ten laughed as he took a seat on the couch.

"Shut up, dumbass, I am already starting to question my decision to call you," you rolled your eyes, yet made your way over to the couch and sat down next to him.

"Great for you! That means you haven't completely lost your mind! Now, what movie are we watching?"

"I don't know, usually Yangyang is the one who chooses them," you shrugged, that much was true.

"So you wanna pick it this time?" he offered but you shook your head, handing him your laptop.

It took him a good 10 minutes of searching but he finally played some movie and set the laptop on the table in front of you. Each of you opened a pack of chips as you sat on both sides of the couch and watched.

20 minutes in, you wanted to scream. It all felt so weird. Neither of you was talking, as compared to how usually you couldn't keep your mouth shut when watching a movie. You couldn't help but keep glancing at him, thoughts running in your mind.

“We can cuddle if you want," Ten said, breaking the silence. You glared at him. "What? You've been staring at me since the beginning of the movie. I do consider myself extremely good-looking but as far as I know, you don't really think the same way. Either you wanna cuddle, or there's something you want to say. Whichever it is, go ahead because you're really keeping me from enjoying the movie."

"You said you wanted to fuck me," you blurted out, without thinking it through. Ten raised his eyebrows at you.

“Yeah, I did. And you said that you don’t. What about it?”

“Well-” you weren’t sure how to word out what was going on in your head. “What if- What if I told you I lied about- that?”

“I’d tell you that you are a pretty bad liar,” he chuckled, a smirk curving his lips. “It was obvious. But I figured you’d want me to leave you with your lie and not mention it.

“How noble of you,” you said sarcastically, out of pure instinct. But you did appreciate the idea that he would give up on using it against you, just because you asked. “But my point is- I am… I am admitting it now. If you still-” you weren’t sure what you were saying.

It took Ten a while to say something again. He was looking at you with an unreadable expression, making you even more nervous than you already were. When he finally moved, it was to reach over and pause the movie.

“So let me get this straight,” he said. “You called me over with the fake ass excuse of a movie night with Yangyang because you’re horny and I said that I wanted to fuck you?”

“Well- yeah, it sounds kind of lame when you put it that way, but yeah,” you sighed. “It’s just- you really looked amazing out there and seeing all those girls piling up to talk to you, hearing them talk about asking you out… it pissed me off so much and I have no idea why but what I do know is that I haven’t been able to get you out my mind since then and-”

You were getting frustrated. The thoughts had been fighting in your mind for the whole afternoon and finally getting them out in front of Ten was both terrifying and relieving at the same time. You were so lost in your little rant that you didn’t notice him moving until his fingers had gently wrapped around your wrist. He tugged you, not harshly but enough to make you lean forward and reach up, gripping onto his shoulder for balance.

“Fine,” he said quietly. “But only if you promise me that you won’t regret it later.”

Could you really promise that? Could you really get out of all this unfazed? The answer was probably no. Yet you nodded in confirmation. Next thing you knew, he was kissing you. Hard, just like you had kissed him earlier today. You kissed back, your frustration slipping as you slid your hand in his hair and tugged on it. He let out a small hum as he leaned back and pulled you on top of himself. You didn’t need a second invitation to get comfortable in his lap as his free hand settled on your hip.

You pulled away for a short breath with the intention of going right back in but instead, your lips latched onto Ten’s neck, biting down and sucking hard. Soon enough, a bruise appeared on his skin. You knew that because you pulled away to look at it. Then you looked up to meet his eyes. He had his eyebrow raised at you.

“Come on, don’t look so surprised,” you huffed, rolling your eyes. “I already told you that I wanna do that.”

“I thought it was just you trying to get back at me for doubting you,” he shrugged. “And since you never asked questions about that day, I figured I wouldn’t either.”

“Wait, now that you mention that… What did Yangyang mean back then? What was the way you were looking at me that-”

“Y/N, that day… you could have had me on my knees if you had asked,” he said. You froze, confusion clouding your mind. He chuckled at your reaction. “Come on, I thought you were smarter than this, love. It’s practically all written out for you and you still don’t get it?”

“Get what, Ten, I-” you started, but he didn’t let you finish. He was kissing you again before you had the time to think about it more. By instinct, you kissed back.

This time it didn’t last as long. He pulled away pretty soon and leaned his head back against the couch, almost as if he was baring his neck for you. You bit your lips and took your chance. Your lips were back on his neck, biting, sucking, licking as you left marks all over his skin. What you were surprised by were the soft moans that quickly started falling from his mouth. From your spot in his lap, you could also feel him growing harder with every new mark that you left.

“Who would have guessed that you have a thing for being marked up,” you couldn’t help but tease him.

“Only when it’s done by an extremely hot and possessive girl that’s been getting on my nerves ever since I met her,” he laughed.

“I’m not possessive!” you quickly shot back defensively. Then did your best to calm down your voice so you got back to teasing him. “It just looks really pretty on you.”

“Yeah, sure,” he rolled his eyes. His hand finally let go of your wrist and moved up, gently holding your neck, fingers threading through your hair as he pulled you closer. “You know what else would look really pretty? Your lips wrapped around my dick.”

“Maybe in a little bit,” you hummed. You felt bold enough to roll your hips down against him and loved the way his breath hitched and his eyes fluttered closed. He looked almost vulnerable, like if you pressed just hard enough, he would break under your fingers.

“Quit looking at me like that,” Ten said softly and you blinked in confusion. “You’re looking at me like any of this actually matters to you. And if you keep looking at me like that, I will not be able to go through with this.”

You felt a shot of pain in your chest - would it really be that bad if it mattered? Would it be that bad if there was something more than just lust that was urging you on at the moment? Would it-

Yes, you thought to yourself, practically scolded yourself actually. It would be. You couldn’t have developed feelings for him, and he definitely didn’t have any for you. Being attracted to each other didn’t mean anything.

“Fine then,” you rolled your eyes, going back to the safe zone of treating him as your rival that you were used to. “It’s not like any of it could matter anyway,” you voiced out your thoughts, tone slightly harsher than you intended.

You saw him flinch for a moment, visibly taken aback by the shift in your behavior. Yet it took him almost no time to put on the mocking expression you had grown so used to in the past three years.

“Glad we’re on the same page, get to it now,” he urged you with a roll of his hips and you bit your lips to hold back a reaction.

“You should ask for it politely, maybe I’ll think about it then.”

“You want me to beg for you? Love, you’re seriously confused about how things work here.”

“What, I’ll be the one begging or something?” you mocked, rolling your eyes. “Good luck with that.”

“Really, you have the option to do something nice with your mouth for once and you still choose to talk nonsense?”

“Oh, was I not doing nice things with my mouth here?” Your fingers traced the hickeys on his neck. “You seemed to enjoy those.”

“If you stop fucking stalling, maybe you’ll have something more to talk about than a few hickeys.”

“Just so you know, babe, the fact that you’re not begging, doesn’t mean it isn’t obvious how desperate you are.”

You got off his lap, getting instead between his legs. You could feel his eyes glued on you but you chose to ignore them. Instead, you untied the knot on his sweatpants and quickly slid them down his legs. You threw them to the side, before taking off his underwear as well. His length came into view and you licked your lips slowly. Wrapping your hand around it softly without really doing anything, you finally looked up at him.

“Gonna ask me politely this time?” you asked, fluttering your eyelashes at him.

“Why, the first thing worked just fine,” he smirked.

“What if I just made an exception once?”

“You’ll make one more then.”

“Ask. Politely,” you repeated slowly, suddenly tightening your grip around him.

“Jesus-” he hissed out, hips bucking up slightly. “Please suck me off, Y/N. Is that what you wanna hear?”

“Yes, that’s perfect,” you smiled sweetly as your wrist started moving, stroking him slowly.

You were just about to lean closer when you noticed him starting to take off his hoodie.

“Leave it on,” you said quickly. He raised his eyebrow at you in question. “You look cute and fuckable in it,” you smiled fake-sweetly and he rolled his eyes.

“You better swallow it all then, I like this hoodie”

“Whatever made you think you’re cumming,” you hummed, more a threat than a question.

After that statement, you decided not to waste much more time and wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock. You felt him tense up and couldn't stop the corner of your mouth from twitching. Teasing the slit with your tongue, you let your hand glide along his shaft as you focused on riling him up even more. You'd seen it, the opportunity to wreck him, and you wanted to use it.

"Are you planning on doing anything today or should I go home?" he groaned from above you, you were pretty sure the needy tone of his voice hadn't been intended.

"You know," you pulled away, humming. You still kept the slow movements of your hand though. "You keep doing that thing with your mouth that I really hate. Stop talking. If you're not happy with the pace that I set, I'll just stop completely."

"Baby, you're the one who asked for all of this, remember?" he laughed. "Don't threaten me with something we both know you won't do."

You glared at him. He was right, obviously. But you didn't want him to be right. In all honesty, you wanted to see him break down.

"You know what? Fine."

You didn't bother going slow. Instead, you moved your hand away, gripped his thighs for balance and took him all at once. You felt the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat and you fought back against gagging around him. Now, you didn't really do this often, but you were glad that you could hold back for the time being.

A startled moan fell from Ten's lips and you closed your eyes for a second, enjoying the sound. His hand immediately flew to your head, gripping your hair tightly enough to cause slight pain. Not that you minded. You pulled away almost completely then went back down. A shiver ran down his body and his hips bucked up. Normally, you wouldn't mind encouraging your partner to go ahead and fuck your mouth if he wanted to, but with Ten it was somehow about having the upper hand. So instead you pushed his thighs down, digging your nails slightly in the soft skin as a warning. He glared at you but you just raised your eyebrows as you pulled away again, letting him out of your mouth so you could speak up.

"My rules, doll. Be a good boy and sit still."

You could see him open his mouth about to protest, yet never gave him the chance to as you went back down on him, this time allowing yourself to choke slightly. Whatever he had intended to say turned into a moaned-out curse, his fingers curling in your hair. He was cracking already and you loved it.

So you went all out. You bobbed your head up and down as fast as you could, hollowing out your cheeks and moaning around him occasionally just so you could hear the beautiful broken moans he let out whenever you did that. You looked up at him, meeting his eyes as his tip hit the back of your throat and you let out another moan. The sight you were met with was criminally hot. Pupils blown wide and sweat dripping down his forehead, he barely had the strength to whine out your name.

"Fuck, love-" he gasped out, "fuck, if you don't stop- I'm close- please, please just-"

You could feel how difficult it was for him to speak up at the moment and pride swelled in your chest. So you decided to let him have his moment.

You pulled away so that your lips were wrapped around his head, sucking on it gently as you let your tongue do the work. You wrapped your hand around his shaft once again for assistance. You hummed at him in encouragement. You could see the exact moment he broke down completely - his eyes fluttered closed, head thrown back against the couch as his hips shivered slightly. And then he was filling your mouth. You let him ride out his high, swallowing down whatever he had to give before you pulled away.

“What a cute little slut you are,” you mumbled to yourself, still panting for breath. He must have heard you as he forced his eyes open to glare at you.

“You’ll regret that sentence,” he threatened. You chuckled.

“Baby, can you even move right now?” you teased him, enjoying the way he narrowed his eyes at you. “You look like a wreck.” As you spoke up, you got off your knees and sat down in his lap, careful to leave some space between your body and his cock. “And what happened to no begging?”

“Shut up,” he rolled his eyes as he wrapped his arm around your waist. His other hand reached up, gently moving away the hair strands that had stuck to your face. “Give me a moment and you’ll see why you shouldn’t be messing with me like that.”

“Can’t wait to see it, because I really can’t take you seriously at the moment,” you giggled.

“Really now?” You nodded. “So I guess I should get to work then.”

His free hand quickly found its way between your legs, rubbing you over the shorts you were wearing and you gasped in surprise. You were sensitive. You’d been horny since before this had started and the sight of Ten completely wrecked because of you had made things even worse. So after the long wait, a sudden stimulation sent a shockwave through your body. Ten grinned, his finger moving in slow circles. You couldn’t help but press down against his fingers a little.

“Impatient, are we?” he hummed teasingly and you sent him a glare.

“In case you weren’t aware, I have needs too.”

“And I’ll be more than happy to help you out with those,” he smiled at you. “If you ask politely.” You scoffed.

“Could you be any less creative?”

“You know, I liked you better when you couldn’t run your mouth like this. But think for a second, you can either do as I say and get fucked properly, or keep acting like a brat and deal with this here on your own.” He tapped his fingers gently against your core as if to illustrate his words.

It was tempting to keep pushing and see where that would go. You were pretty sure he wouldn’t follow up on that threat. Yet you were not exactly in the mood to stall anymore. And what Ten didn't seem to realize was that you'd go to great lengths to get what you want. So you leaned down closer to him.

"Please, Ten, make me feel good," you almost whispered against his ear. "I'm all yours, fuck me and make me scream, I promise I'll be good for you."

When you pulled away, you were met with wide eyes and a surprised expression. You held back the smirk that was threatening to curl your lips and instead rolled your hips down as if in an attempt to grind down against his fingers. His touch was so light the action was basically pointless, yet it was more of a show for him than for you.

“Damn it, you’re so fucking hot,” he muttered, the words coming out more like a breath and barely audible. “You already made your point earlier, do you have to keep driving me crazy?” he added, obviously not expecting an answer.

Instead, he quickly discarded your shorts, as well as your top, leaving you in your underwear only. His eyes went over you slowly as if he was appreciating the sight, before returning to your face. You met his gaze, anticipation bubbling inside you as his fingers pushed inside your panties. A whimper fell from your lips as you felt his fingertips glide over your entrance and up to your clit, rubbing gently.

"Baby girl, you're dripping," he cooed as if that was the most endearing thing in the world and you rolled your eyes. "All for me, hm?"

You didn't think you were supposed to respond to that. Yet when you didn't, two of his fingers suddenly pushed inside you, making you flinch and clench your thighs or, well, at least try to.

“I asked you something, love,” he mused, pulling them out again and going back to drawing slow small circles against your clit.

“Yes, fuck,” you gasped out. “All for you. Unless you see someone else in the room that’s wasting time asking dumb questions.”

“I remember you promising to be good,” Ten raised his eyebrows. “But since you’re that impatient…”

The gentle touch on your core was suddenly replaced with harsh fingers rubbing against your clit, causing you to moan out loudly and lean forward so your head would fall on Ten’s shoulder. Your fingers grabbed onto his hoodie, tugging on the fabric as he left your clit in favor of teasing your hole with the tip of his finger. Apparently, he’d taken the part about wasting time to heart as he was barely giving you time to process his actions.

Before you knew it, a finger was pushing in and out of you in slow movements. A second one joined in almost as quickly and you were almost shaking. Whenever your mind could catch on, Ten just gave it something new. It was almost overwhelming. But it was also not enough. You couldn’t help but try to roll your hips to meet the movement of his fingers. As soon as you realized it, you tried to stop yourself. A soft chuckle rang near your ear.

“Go ahead, love, you don’t have to hold back,” Ten encouraged and you were too far gone to respond.

All you could do was let go and let yourself ride his fingers. He didn’t leave you all on your own, meeting your movements, curling his fingers inside you, mumbling soft praises in your ears. The heel of his palm would occasionally press against the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs and you couldn’t stop the whimpers and moans that were falling from your lips.

The tension was building up inside you, ready to reach its peak any moment now, when he suddenly pulled his hand away from you. You whined out before your mind had even processed it and glared at the boy. He had the audacity to laugh at your reaction.

“Relax, baby, okay?” he smiled. There was a dark glimmer in his eyes. “I just want to see you cum when I’m inside you.”

Now that his fingers weren’t directly on you, you had regained a bit of your ability to bite back so you lifted your chin daringly.

“Well go on then, I’ve already been waiting for far too long.”

“Bold words from someone who was not able to sit up properly until a second ago,” he chuckled.

He didn’t stall anymore though, instead quickly took off your bra and panties, then reached down for his hoodie. As you didn’t protest this time, he pushed the clothing off his body and threw it to the side, followed by the tshirt he had underneath it. Your eyes traveled along his torso and arms, taking in the tattoos that covered his skin. You reached up to touch the one on his chest and he tensed up slightly. You pulled your hand away quickly.

“So, princess, would you like to lay down or are you comfortable like this?” Ten asked and despite the teasing tone, you knew he would do whatever you asked without another word.

“I like it here,” you smiled as you raised your hips and positioned yourself over his already hard again cock. He held you up with one hand as he adjusted himself so that the tip would be at your entrance.

You met his eyes once again. This was happening way too many times for one night, you thought to yourself. You could see the question in his eyes, making sure you were still fully on board with this. So you slowly started lowering yourself on his length. The stretch was bigger than his fingers, obviously, so it took you a while to bottom out fully. Once you did, you took a moment to breathe, overwhelmed by the feeling of being full with him.

He seemed to be in a similar state, eyebrows narrowed as he embraced whatever it felt like being inside you. You bit your lip, the pleasure on his face was one of the most beautiful things you'd ever seen. You wanted more of it, of the sounds you'd heard earlier and, well, you also wanted to finally get to your own high. So you started moving.

At first, you went slowly, but once you got accustomed to the stretch, you couldn't hold back even if you had wanted to. And unlike during the blowjob earlier, he didn't either. His hips thrust up to meet you every time you lowered yourself on him, reaching spots inside you that made you see stars. His hands moved to your ass, gripping on it as he helped you move.

Your thighs were hurting and you loved it. Your moans were mixing with his and the sound of skin meeting skin. Your body was burning and so was his under your palms that were resting on his chest for balance. Your nails dug into his skin and he hissed out, thrusting up sharply inside you. This time the moan that left your lips was his name.

"Say it again," he moaned out and you weren't sure if those were actual words or you were imagining them, your head was cloudy enough for that. But he repeated it, voice barely a whisper this time. "Please, my love, say my name again."

And so you did. You didn't think it was possible but his movements got even more intense. As for you, once you started, you couldn’t stop his name from falling from your lips. You’d already given up on moving yourself, your thighs had given out already, yet that didn’t bother him as he fucked into you. Already having been worked up before this, you were approaching your orgasm quicker than ever.

“Come for me, princess,” he said, more of a plea than an order.

But it was enough. Once again, your head fell on his shoulder as your body shook and you let out one last cry of his name. You clenched around him and suddenly, he was spilling inside you again. Pressed so close to him, you felt the breath hitch in his throat as he came for the second time today. You pushed your exhausted body to move up again so you could help him ride it out, but his arms wrapped around your waist again, stopping you as he pressed you close to himself again.

Closing your eyes, you let the bliss wash over you. His heavy breathing and the fast beating of your heart were the only things you could hear for a while. It took both of you some time to finally calm down again and you pushed yourself to sit up straight again to look at him.

The look on his face matched the exhaustion you felt yourself, but his eyes were alive and shining. Sweat was glistening on his forehead, hair sticking to it. And he was looking at you in a way that you could not put a description different from pure adoration. You were pretty sure it was an aftereffect of the orgasm, yet it still made warmth grow in your chest.

“I’m going to say this only once,” you said quietly. “You are so fucking gorgeous.”

You didn’t wait to hear what he had to say about it as instead, you crashed your lips against his in a deep kiss and, as always, he kissed back immediately. Kissing Ten had always been amazing. And the more you did it, the more addicted you were to the feeling. As your lips danced against his, you weren’t sure how you were supposed to go from this to never touching him again. As your fingers found their way into his hair, brushing through the soft dark strands, you realized that you didn’t want to. The thought terrified you. But it was not something you’d ponder over in this state. So you brushed it to the side.

“Why do you keep doing this?” Ten asked, chuckling, once you pulled away. You looked at him in question. “You say something that I want to hear and then kiss me so I don’t have the chance to respond. You’re beautiful, Y/N. So beautiful, utterly and mind-blowingly perfect. Why didn’t you let me say that first?”

It was too much. The way he was looking at you and the things he was saying. And the way your heart fluttered to both of those things. The way you wanted nothing more but to stay like this, with him, forever. You didn’t respond to his question, you were scared you’d let out too much if you did.

“Will you stay the night?” you asked instead. It was a simple question. It made sense to ask something like that. And if he minded the fact that you ignored his words, he didn’t say anything.

“If you’ll be okay with that,” he said softly, reaching up to play with your hair. “I do hope we could use the bed though, nothing personal against your couch but I’d rather sleep somewhere comfortable.”

That one sentence was enough to break the spell that he’d put on you before, making you roll your eyes as you hit his chest lightly. He wasn’t being mean to you, but not saying and doing things that felt like taken out of a romance novel sure helped you get back to your senses.

“I am using the bed, you’re still sleeping on the couch,” you retorted, raising your eyebrows at him. “What made you think we’re sleeping in the same bed?”

“Darling, my dick is still inside you, I don’t think sleeping in the same bed would be the end of the world,” he laughed.

You couldn’t argue with that. Deep down, you didn’t want to, either. So when the two of you got dressed again, you showed him to your room. And who would have guessed, sleeping curled up next to him turned out to be more comfortable than you could have ever imagined.

…

Ten left early the next morning. Much too early for your brain to be functioning properly yet. He’d said something about needing to get ready because he had to look presentable or something, but you had barely been able to keep your eyes open as you sent him to the door, you didn’t really listen attentively. You’d gone back to bed the moment he left.

When you woke up again, everything that had happened last night crashed over you like a plane. You had had sex with Ten Lee. Ten Lee that you hated with every cell of your body. Ten Lee that had made your life living hell for the past three years. Ten Lee that… that you apparently didn’t really hate anymore.

The last part was what terrified you the most. Did you really… Had you really… Were you really in love with Ten? The logical part of you wanted to say no so much. The part of you that you’d protected from him behind sarcasm and passive-aggressive remarks wanted to deny him the chance to hurt you again. But the other part was already too deep to worry about that. You did your best to ignore that part.

A glimpse of something lilac caught your eye on the armrest of your couch. His hoodie. He’d forgotten it. You reached out to pick up the clothing item. It was soft and warm. And it smelled of him. For a short moment, you were tempted to put it on but you quickly decided against that. Instead, you folded it carefully and put it in your bag.

On your way to campus, you tried to decide how to act around him now. You didn’t want to let your guard down with him. And sure, there were moments when he seemed soft and loving and it was so tempting to think that maybe he shared the feelings. But you knew better than to trust him. So in the end, you decided that you’d go back to how things used to be before. Before the stupid idea of pretending to date each other. You were due to break up soon anyway. You ignored the bitter taste in your mouth at that thought.

By now, you’d learned his schedule by heart. So you knew exactly how to avoid him throughout the day. Everything was going smoothly and even Yangyang didn’t suspect a thing. Or at least you thought so. The two of you were sitting in the club room. You were working on the part of the article that had been left up to you. You glanced at the clock on your laptop, in about 5 minutes everyone from the student council would be out of their room and you were going to take action on your little operation.

“Ten’s been looking for you the whole day,” your best friend said, distracting you from the thought.

“What does he need me for?” you asked, voice as neutral as you could manage.

“He didn’t say,” Yangyang shrugged. “But he thinks you’re avoiding him.”

“It’s literally been less than a day since he last saw me,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes. “He’s a grown-ass man, shouldn’t he be able to handle himself on his own?”

“Did something happen between you two?” the boy asked, starting you, and you looked up at him with wide eyes.

“What do you mean?” you tried to act clueless. You forgot that there was no way you’d hide anything from your best friend.

“Y/N, my dear, you have many strengths, but subtlety is not one of them,” he shook his head slightly. “The moment I mentioned him you got tense. Either you tell me what happened so that I can help you, or you talk to him.”

“You wanna know?” you turned to him, chuckling drily. “Thanks to your amazing idea, nothing is the way it should be anymore. I had fucking sex with Ten last night. He slept in my bed. And what’s even worse, I didn’t hate that. And to top it all, I am in love with fucking Ten Lee and I am about to lose my fucking mind.”

Whatever Yangyang had thought he would hear, he clearly didn’t expect this little rant. He stared at you with a surprised expression for a while.

“Well, in that case, I suppose you’d like to know that I did tell him you’re here and he’s on his way,” is what he said when he finally opened his mouth again.

“What?!” you couldn’t help but raise your voice. “Okay, no, it’s fine, I have to go do something anyway. When he gets here, please just tell him I went home or something, okay?” you pleaded, desperation slipping in your voice.

“Yes, of course,” Yangyang nodded quickly, smiling at you. “I’m not going to tell him about this. But I do think you should.”

“Yes, uh, no,” you huffed as you quickly collected your stuff and headed to the door. “Thank you though, love you, bye!”

You headed over in the direction of the student council room. But, of course, it was just your luck that on the first corner on your way, you’d stumble into him. He looked as good as ever, carefully picked outfit, styled hair and, oh god, was that eyeliner? You reminded yourself that you’re not supposed to stare.

“Hey, there you are!” Ten smiled as soon as he realized it was you.

“Great job, you found me,” you muttered sarcastically and you watched his expression fall. It felt like a kick in your guts. “Sorry, but I kinda have something to do so if there’s nothing-”

“Wait,” he interrupted you quickly, eyes quickly scanning you from head to toe. “You’re not wearing it?”

“Wearing what?” you blinked in confusion. “Ah, right!” you remembered the hoodie and quickly took it out of your bag, handing it back to him.

“I… I left it for you…” he sounded confused and… a little hurt?

“Why would I wear your hoodie, Ten?” you raised your eyebrows, keeping your expression neutral as you waited for him to take back the hoodie.

“I don’t know, I… maybe it’s my bad, I thought you seemed to like it so…” Maybe he was waiting for a reaction from you, yet you forced yourself to not give any at all. Finally, he reached up and took the piece of clothing from you.

“Great, now I have to go-” you tried again but he seemed dead set on not letting you leave quickly.

“Student council, right? You’re going to investigate,” he smiled again and you nodded. Lying seemed pointless. “So then I’m coming with you.”

“Why?” you asked, staring at him blankly.

“Because we agreed that we’d do it together? Babe, you’re the one that asked me to come in the first place.”

You had indeed. You’d hoped he would have forgotten.

“Well, you don’t have to. I’ll be fine on my own.”

He looked at you for a long moment as if trying to analyze you.

“Yeah, no, I’m still coming.”

You figured there was no point arguing. Instead, you made your way to the student council room, Ten following behind you. You didn’t speak and you were glad that he didn’t either. It was easier to be cold when you didn’t have to look at him or talk. Once the two of you reached the door you needed, you quickly glanced around, making sure there was no one to see you. You pulled out the keys and unlocked, slipping inside. He followed after you.

“Why are we sneaking in? Didn’t you say you could get the dean’s permission?” he asked and you rolled your eyes.

“I said I can get his keys, I never mentioned his permission,” you responded.

“Wait, so how do you have them?”

“Don’t question my ways, for all I know, I risk facing legal consequences if I tell you.” You weren’t going to discuss the pickpocketing skills you’d developed as a child. It was almost like a magic trick and 12-years-old you had been fascinated by the idea. At your current age, you knew that it wasn’t a socially acceptable skill to possess or practice.

“Did you really steal them?” Ten asked, eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

“Borrowed,” you muttered, looking away. “He’ll find them peacefully waiting on his desk first thing tomorrow morning.”

“I find this little criminal side of yours very hot,” he leaned closer, a playful smile curving his lips, and your heart jumped in your throat. This was not part of the plan.

“Stop talking nonsense. We have work to do,” you shut him down coldly, stepping back away from him. “I’m not sure which desk is his so you go check over there and I’ll start here.”

You noticed the way his eyes darkened a bit, the smile leaving his face. You turned around so you wouldn’t have to look at him. Instead, you focused on the various notes and documents in front of you. Rummaging through them quickly caught up your attention.

Soon enough, you’d checked everything you could find on this side and looked up to check with Ten. And found him staring at you, leaning on his arms that were resting on the table in front of him.

“You do know we don’t have an infinite amount of time, right?” you narrowed your eyes at him. “The quicker we get out of here, the better. Get back to work.”

“Not until you tell me what’s going on,” he said seriously and you froze in your place.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re avoiding me. You’re acting cold and distant. I’d say you’re being a bitch again, but you lack even the feistiness you had whenever you’d speak to me before. So what the fuck is going on?”

“Nothing’s going on, Ten,” you hissed. “I’m just trying to focus, try it out maybe, hm?”

“Is it because of last night?” he asked suddenly, pushing himself off the table and making his way over to you. You couldn’t help but take a step back. He sighed, taking another step closer. “You promised me you wouldn’t regret it.”

“Yeah, well sometimes people don’t get what they expected,” you rolled your eyes and he froze in his spot.

“So are you saying you didn’t like it and that’s why you’re acting like this?”

“God, no!” you said without thinking. “No, this has nothing to do with-”

“Then what is it?” you could see him losing his patience, raising his voice slightly. “Love, you were the one to invite me in the first place, you were the one to offer it even though you were the one pretending not to want it earlier the same day. You were the one to bring the whole thing up, you don’t get to also be the one regretting it now.”

“Then maybe you should start regretting it and leave me alone. You make it sound like all I did was take advantage of you and use you so why are you here talking to me?”

“For fuck’s sake, are you really this dumb or are you just trying really hard to not get it?” he laughed humorlessly. You opened your mouth to argue, but you didn’t get the chance.

Suddenly, you heard a voice near the door. It was muffled, but you could recognize it easily - precisely the man you were here for. Except you had hoped he wouldn’t be here in the flesh. You looked around quickly but couldn’t see anywhere you could hide. And there was no way you could get out either.

Just as you saw the doorknob twist, Ten quickly pushed you to the vending machine (that you were jealous of). You realized he tried to use it as a cover as he pressed closer to you, pushing you as close to the wall as possible. You wanted to protest against the proximity but you knew better.

“If you keep quiet and if we’re lucky, we might get away with this,” he whispered against your ear. You decided not to mention the fact that ‘lucky’ was rarely a proper description of you.

“-and I have it all figured out,” the guy said as he entered the room. You figured that he was on the phone as you didn't hear anyone reply to him.

"No, you're not hearing me. It doesn't matter who they want as representative, okay? I got it all figured out."

Your eyes widened. Was this it? Was this the moment your suspicion got confirmed? You glanced up at Ten and he nodded slightly. Now he would believe you about it! Carefully, you reached into your back pocket, pulling out your phone. You opened the recording app, if he was about to confess to something, you'd need proof for it.

"Listen, I know. I know my chances, okay? That's why I have someone on the inside," he said, laughing. "I mean I know who will be in the commission when counting the votes."

You inhaled sharply and Ten shot you a quick glare. You pressed your lips together.

"No, I haven't talked to all of them yet, but I know how to get to them. When they announce the results, it will be my name leading the list no matter what."

You felt anger bubbling up inside you. Not only was he planning to rig the elections, you knew for a fact he wouldn't really care about the students if he was elected as representative. Despite his well-prepared answers to all of your questions, you had noticed during the interviews that his intentions weren't to provide a better environment for the people he was supposed to be speaking for.

"Yes, glad to hear that you are starting to get it. And don't worry about the dumb article. Those two are probably more focused on fucking each other than making something of at least decent quality for once anyway. Okay, I'll see you later, I gotta go."

And now it got personal. You could feel Ten's body tensed up against yours and you could see on his face that he was not pleased by the assessment of your abilities either. You stopped the recording.

You listened closely, you weren't sure what the guy was doing now. And you couldn't really check so all you could do was wait and hope he would leave quickly.

For once, life smiled upon you. He shuffled through some sheets of paper for a while, humming to himself, and shortly after you heard the door open and close again. You waited for a couple more minutes just to be sure before you finally spoke up.

"Told you there was something fishy about him."

Ten finally moved away from you and you took a deep breath, tension relieving in your shoulders. Sure, you'd been concentrating on the half of a conversation going on but the thought of Ten's body pressed against you hadn't made things easy on you.

"Okay, you were right," he said, shaking his head slightly. "I'd say this guy definitely lost my vote just now but it seems like it doesn't really matter to him." You couldn't help but chuckle.

"Oh, but what do we know, we're just too busy fucking each other to write something good, you know." You meant it as a joke. At first, he smiled, rolling his eyes. But you saying that suddenly reminded both of you of the conversation you'd been having before the guy had walked in.

“Do you really regret it?” Ten looked at you again, his tone suddenly serious. “If you do, I will leave you alone. For good.”

It was so tempting to say yes. It seemed so easy to lie to him and avoid him from now on until whatever feelings had grown inside you left. Except that it wasn’t easy.

“No,” you admitted quietly. “I don’t regret sleeping with you. But that doesn’t mean I want to talk about it. Because no matter how good of a time we had, all of this just complicates things.”

“Why does it complicate things, my love?” he asked softly, taking a step closer to you.

“Don’t call me that way,” you shot quickly before thinking it through as panic quickly took over you. You were making it all too obvious. You were already preparing for the mocking words that would follow.

You were not prepared for the hand that gently cupped your cheek.

"Are we going to do this again?" You looked up at him in confusion. "Are you going to deny the things you feel while I am here in front of you, willing to give you the world if you ask for it?"

"Ten, what-" you started but he rolled his eyes and pulled away.

“If you're going to act like you still have no clue what I mean, we're continuing this conversation out of here. Almost getting caught once was enough for me.”

You couldn't argue with that logic. Plus, you had what you needed already. So the two of you quickly made your way out and to the yard. Somewhere along the way, he'd taken your hand, pulling you after himself, maybe worried that you'd run away if he didn't have a hold on you. You couldn't really say that you hadn't thought about it.

You found yourselves on a bench in one of the far ends of the yard, a spot where people rarely came. People probably thought you were coming here to make out undisturbed. You pushed away the thought that claimed it wasn't such a bad idea.

"So listen here, I don't care how obvious you think you're being," you started once you were seated facing each other. "I need you to say it, whatever it is."

"But I already did?" he chuckled. "Did you think it's a joke? ‘My love’, did you think it's just something I say to everyone? I have, unfortunately, despite my better judgment, fallen in love with you."

You widened your eyes, flinching back slightly. You had done your best to discard the idea that this outcome was possible. You had convinced yourself to expect anything but that. And yet here you were…

“And you know what?” he spoke up again, probably realizing you weren't going to. “I don't mind it.”

"But you said," you finally managed to speak. "Yesterday, you told me not to look at you like it meant something?"

"I said that because I thought all you wanted was the sex," he chuckled. "I didn't mind being used by you, as long as I knew what to expect in the end. And when you said it couldn't matter anyway, I assumed that I was right, that you didn't feel anything but physical attraction."

"So what changed your mind?" you asked quietly, unconsciously lifting your legs on the bench and hugging your knees. You couldn't look away from him as he spoke. Thoughts were fighting in your head, looking for the best way to react.

"The way you acted after that. Something changed in you. And in the way you looked at me. And I thought that, maybe, you were just better at hiding your feelings than I had expected. So I tried to let you know. But you still ignored the obvious hints I gave you. The hoodie was kind of… my last attempt to confess without confessing."

"But I turned up hating you all over again." you sighed. He nodded, laughing. "To be fair, I did think about putting it on," you admitted.

"Why didn't you?"

"I thought you'd simply forgotten it. Imagine if you hadn't intended that, I show up wearing your hoodie without even asking you first. You'd mock me for it. And I didn't want to live through someone mocking me for my feelings."

"You thought I'd mock you for that?" He sounded taken aback, surprised. You scoffed and looked up at him.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me that's not a reasonable concern after everything we've put each other through in the past three years."

"Okay, I understand your point. But I would have never made fun of your feelings. And… it was never me that started this whole thing, okay? Not to play the victim here but… I never even knew why you hated me so much."

You looked up to meet his eyes. He was being sincere, you believed that. But the idea made you laugh. Things that had been so important to you had gone… simply unnoticed by him.

"Well, Ten, you have this special talent of saying the meanest things about the people around you without even realizing it," you said and he flinched back. "Remember how we met?"

“Yeah, we had both just joined the newspaper club. The first thing you said to me was ‘Talk to me again when you learn how to keep your opinion to yourself.’”

"Wanna know why I said that?" you chuckled and he nodded. "Before you noticed me next to you, you were reading an article. And you were talking to the recruiter about it. You said that it was a literal piece of garbage and you weren't sure why anyone would ever publish something like that. The fun part is that the article was mine." He stared at you for a long moment, eyes wide with horror.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry," he said quickly. "I never meant to-" You raised your hand to interrupt him.

"You were right, it was an abomination, written by a kid who didn't know how to put two words together properly. But that kid had worked hard on it. And she took it personally. Thanks to you, I have improved so much. I stopped being upset about that a long time ago. But we had already started on bad terms and I suppose neither of us wanted to be the one to offer peace, it just stuck."

"I mean, if it had been the other way round, I would have probably murdered you on the spot," he chuckled. "I get it. And I'm really sorry. For everything. I am offering you peace now if you want it?"

You looked at his outstretched arm.

"I don't think peace is exactly the thing that works for us," you hummed. "But I think whatever we've had for the past month was pretty good."

"Yeah, I can work with that." A smile spread on his lips. "I'd actually love that. After all, imagine how heartbreaking it would be to explain to Louis and Leon why their mom is never coming back." You laughed out.

"No, look, I'd never leave them. If we break up, I’ll just steal them from you."

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Oh, I would! I treat them better anyway!"

It was just that easy. You couldn't believe that after all this time, this was what it took to make things right between the two of you. But thinking about it, you figured it wasn't all that bad.

…

You and Ten were in your club room. You still needed to finish up your article. And now, you also had another project to work on - the attempt at rigging the elections. Ten had some friends in the student council, he had taken on the task to find who was on the other side of that phone call, hopefully you could convince them to help you out. As for you, you were researching the votes counting committee so that you could find who was the accomplice.

The two of you were sitting on different ends of the big table, yet his presence was enough to make you feel comfortable in the silence. A small smile was playing on your lips when the door opened and you looked up to see Yangyang entering. He stopped at the door, glancing at you, then at Ten, then back at you.

"I see you two are…" it seemed like he wasn't sure what exactly he was seeing. "On ‘sitting in the same room without killing each other’ terms again?"

"Yeah," you chuckled. "You could say so."

"That's good," the youngest said, almost awkwardly as he made his way over to you, leaving his backpack on the table to take out his stuff.

"Babe, I think I have a clue about who it might be," you said suddenly and Ten glanced up at you. "I'll go talk to her tomorrow."

"Need company?" he offered, pushing his glasses higher up his nose. You shook your head. He nodded in understanding and looked back at his screen.

"So, correct me if I'm wrong, but this is new," your best friend spoke up again and you looked up at him. "My dearest lovely best friend, would you please care to enlighten me what the fuck did I miss?"

"Yangyang," you started, smiling softly as you glanced at your boyfriend buried in his laptop across the room. "I don't think you'll have to write that break-up article for the time being."

"Oh…" was his initial reaction. He was quiet for a while, before finally deciding what to say. "Well, I am really happy for the two of you," he patted your back gently. "But what the fuck am I supposed to write about next month?"

easy to love [m]

pairing: mingyu x f!reader

wc: 4.1k

summary: mingyu teaches you that love doesn’t have to be hard, although that’s a little hard to believe when it’s 4 am and he has to go to work.

notes: fiance!mingyu, face sitting/oral (f!receiving), sex while spooning, unprotected sex, dirty talk, size kink, reader is a grouch, this is also the softest shit i’ve ever written

You have many favorites about loving Mingyu.

He made it so easy—before you could stop yourself, you had a favorite song (the objectively terrible one playing the moment you locked eyes, almost straight out of a romcom), a favorite food (everything he makes, even the things he thinks are awful), even a favorite time of day (when the sun melts into the horizon and he’s finally home from work).

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Lovers & Friends [M] Pairing: Wen Junhui x Fem!Reader x Kim Mingyu Tags: 3.2k, fwb to lovers, smut.  Summary: Blurred lines gain sudden clarity when you propose a little, experiment, with your lover’s best friend. 

Warnings: Explicit sexual content 18+, unprotected sex, (m/f), threesome (mxfxm), oral (m), undertones of power dynamics, very soft dom!Jun, light bondage, language, Jun is a simp, and Mingyu is just a himbo happy to help, jealousy, praise mixed with dirty talk, overuse of ‘baby’.

A/N: Thank my muse for having such a spicy dream that I had to write it. Also, I hope this is not terribly edited but I’m exhausted and typing with one eye open at this point.

Jun is a patient man. He’s a giving man. He prides himself on the fact that he always remains calm and cool, no matter what.

So, why in the hell is he so agitated right now?

Maybe it’s the fact that it’s only half an hour into the movie and he can hardly focus what’s happening on screen because of the incessant giggling to his right where you’re seated between himself and his roommate, Mingyu. Perhaps it’s the fact that Mingyu’s paying more attention to you than the movie itself. 

Or the fact that you’re just as guilty.

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okay so this isn’t a request but i’m convinced that me and lilly share the same brain bc chan lives in my brain rent free ALWAYS and he’s not even my bias i’m so down bad for that man hhhhh

so true bestie only chan on the brain 😞😞😞😞😞😞😞😞😞😞😞😞😞 literally none of my biases from other groups have this effect on me <///3

speaking of only having chan on the brain…….chan pounding into you while murmuring in your ear about how he’s going to fuck you so hard you’ll only remember his name by the end of the night and how he’s going to make you his cockdrunk slut………okay bye 🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️

— lily

SEVENTEEN (HIP HOP UNIT) / making out

warning: some implied mature content.

other versions: vocal unit

requested by anonymous.

↣ s.coups

He’d always had a thing for holding you when you were kissing. Even if it was a quick peck in the morning before you both had to leave for work, he’d have to wrap his arms around your waist as he kissed you, no matter that he would have to pull away half a second later because he was running late.

So, it was quite understandable that whenever your kisses escalated, Seungcheol was—almost literally—all over you. It was a task for you to keep your sanity intact when his tongue was in your mouth and his hands explored the skin under your shirt.

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Vanilla [M] Pairing: Joshua Hong x Fem!Reader Tags: 11.2k words, Friends to Lovers, Smut, 18+ Summary: Joshua has a secret but perhaps it’s not really a secret at all. Maybe you’ve just refused to see it in an effort to keep your feelings at bay.

Warnings: explicit sexual content 18+, minors dni!, bdsm practices, rules & safe words established, mean-dom!josh, newbie-sub/brat!reader, unprotected sex, oral, fingering, choking, manhandling, hair pulling, biting, spitting, breast/nipple play, pussy/breast slapping, manhandling, deep-throating, face-fucking, cum eating, finger sucking, handcuffing, restraints, vibrators, temperature play, rough spanking w/ mentions about markings/bruising, demoralizing dirty talk, coarse language, multiple orgasms, over-stimulation, safe wording!, casual alcohol consumption at dinner, minor possessive!josh, some pet names, moderate sir kink, inappropriate son-in-law behavior while on the phone w/ mom, aftercare, feelings. 

To be fair…he had given you ample warning. It was entirely your fault that you hadn’t believed him when he told you you’d regret your words. 

You grew up with Joshua, knew him inside and out, like a book you’d read a million times and yet somehow, you had entirely skipped the chapter detailing his sexual proclivities every time. It had been tucked away between your first hand experience that Joshua was essentially an angel in everyone’s eyes your entire lives, including your own. 

He was in the top percent in every grade, a student athlete, a member of the church choir, he volunteered with his family every weekend, graduated from an Ivy League university, and then landed a high-paying job at a huge company. He was attractive, warm, kind, funny, responsible, polite, so on and so forth.

He was the type of boy every mom, including your own, wished for her daughter to someday marry and yet seemingly none of that made a difference now. 

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Now i know i'm a dinonara BUT...Joshua has that something yk??

SVT for the Dom/Switch/Sub ? -🌹

Alright buckle up, this is gonna be long because I have too many thoughts on this

warnings: mentions of teasing, edging, overstimulation, degradation, praise, oral (m receiving), size kink, dacryphilia, ties, wax, paint, taking photos/videos during sex

word count: 1925 (fucking oops)

notes: this literally took me 3 months lmao I'm sorry (circumstances be like) but here it is ✌🏻

Seungcheol: switch (dom lean)

Now, most of carats on here seem to agree he’s a dom, maybe even a hard dom… but have you seen how soft this man is??? Sure, he’s strong and has a lot of authority thanks to being a leader - and I agree. But after binge-watching Going Seventeen in the past days, as soon as that man isn’t on stage, he’s the biggest baby (he’s literally so tiny, I’ll sob). Also let’s be real, being seventeen’s leader means he has a lot of responsibility, so maybe he’d occasionally like to give up that control and instead have someone take care of him. As a dom, he gives me major soft dom vibes. In my opinion, he mainly enjoys to pamper you - he does, however, have rules set in place that he expects you to follow. I can’t imagine him being too rough with you unless you absolutely asked for it by being a total brat. Then he could be rougher but still not as much of a hard dom as some of the other members

Jeonghan: dom

Jeonghan is a teasing little shit, we all know that, and that would also be the case in the bedroom: he’d tease you, edge you, overstimulate you until you’re a begging, crying mess. He’d absolutely thrive off the control he has over you and would praise and degrade you with his soft voice. Unless you were a brat. In that case he’s serious, stern and will absolutely make you regret you acted up - at least for like a week or so. Also definitely the type to have rules for how much you should sleep and eat (in a non-toxic way), because he cares about you and wants you to be healthy. No matter how teasing or mean he might be as a dom, your well-being comes first (that applies to all of them but Jeonghan and Seungcheol give the strongest mother hen vibes).

Joshua: dom

I know many people see him as a switch but tbh I can’t imagine him submitting. His sweet church boy act can’t fool me, that guy is a dom. Similar to Jeonghan, he adores teasing the hell out of you and he would live to see you cry because you want to be fucked so badly. He’s aware that people think he’s innocent and sweet and he will let you believe that, until he at some point pulls out the handcuffs and toys and shows you just how sweet he really is. (If you need an idea of how I see Joshua as a hard dom, @bubblebeom wrote an amazing fic that details it - https://bubblebeom.tumblr.com/post/673782564414210048/vanilla-m-pairing-joshua-hong-x)

Junhui: dom

Jun does strike me as a dom - but in a more relaxed way. He does like having some control and he adores the way you act when you’re being his good little sub, but he usually doesn’t take it super seriously and even lets you act up to an extent without punishment because he’s just that whipped for you. He does, however, have a limit, too. And when you’re acting like a huge brat after he’s already had a stressful week, get ready to discover his hard dom side. We’ve seen the way he acts on stage, he would not hesitate to put you in your place and he would comment the entire time on how he hates to do this but you don’t give him a choice because this time you took it too far. The disappointment, someone please kill me

Soonyoung: switch

This man is a raging switch and you cannot tell me otherwise. He might enjoy domming a bit more but that could also be me projecting because I really want him to wreck me. Another one who would love teasing you before anything else. Whether you were good or not honestly doesn’t matter for that, he’ll make you work and beg for anything regardless and he’ll have the time of his life. But he won’t hesitate to be mean when you act like a brat. Soonyoung as a sub seems like he would be a total brat and would love to receive the same things he always gives to you, and that means teasing teasing teasing. He will definitely complain in the middle of it but that won’t stop him from enjoying it just as much next time.

Wonwoo: dom (hard)

Now, Wonwoo is a soft boy but that doesn’t apply to how he acts in the bedroom. Wbk I have an urge to be good but if there’s anyone in svt who I wouldn’t dare act up with, it’s Wonwoo and Jihoon but we’ll get to that. With his deep voice he’d be able to get you on your knees within seconds and he’d absolutely make you pay for it if you dare break any of the rules you agreed upon. Also the way he’s so calm and seemingly calculated just makes me think of how if you’d dare act up around others, he’d stay calm and make you think you’re safe until you’re both alone. In reality he already planned exactly what he’ll do to you the moment you started being a brat, and as soon as it’s just the two of you, he’ll make sure you remember who’s the dominant in your relationship. He might act upset every time you act up but both of you know that he secretly loves it even if he also appreciates you being good for him (This post by @hotgirlwonwoo sums up my feelings pretty well https://hotgirlwonwoo.tumblr.com/post/666818643475218432/i-need-ur-version-explanation-why-wonwoo-is)

Jihoon: dom (hard)

We all know he’s always busy, so when he comes home after a long day, the last thing he has the energy for is putting up with a bratty partner. Not that he wouldn’t enjoy the challenge but he prefers when you’re good for him, or at least he’ll let you know exactly how he feels about having to show you your place after dealing with the other members’ shenanigans all day. There’s no sign of shy and quiet Jihoon anymore. He will make you behave for him one way or another, and if that includes shutting you up by sucking him off only to deny you your own pleasure, so be it.

Seokmin: switch

Seokmin is a soft bean and that applies to the bedroom, too. He adores to pamper you and his no. 1 priority is making you feel good. He will tease you from time to time but it’s usually with the intention to make your orgasm feel even better once he lets you have it. That does not mean that you can get away with everything. Similar to Junhui, Seokmin also has a limit and once you actually step over that line (which admittedly is pretty hard to do), fun time’s over and you’ll definitely witness a different side of him, although I would argue that he won’t go as hard as Jun. When he subs however, he will be the best boy ever. A good little angel, doing anything he can to please you. Please praise him, he deserves it.

Mingyu: switch

When he doms, he’s a soft dom. Given his height and muscle mass, this guy also has a massive dick size kink. As a dom, he loves how small and pliant you look under him and how you’re trying so hard to fit all of him inside of you. As a sub, it turns him on immensely that you have so much power over him even though physically he could easily overpower you. Also another sucker for praise, both giving and receiving. He will praise you so so much, constantly letting you know how good you’re doing for him, but he expects the same when he’s subbing because he’s your good boy and wants to hear you say it.

Minghao: switch (dom lean)/ dom (switch lean)

Hao strikes me as either a switch dom lean or dom switch lean (idk how to describe it) and I feel like he would usually be rather soft but very much strict. And going harder in his case wouldn’t necessarily mean fucking you harder but just teasing and edging you more. He would love to have that control over you, to make you do whatever he tells you to. And he would always try to find new ways to pleasure you and himself, for example by adding bondage elements, wax or paint. He loves aesthetics and sex isn’t an exception. So if you’re up for it, he would also love to include taking photos or videos of each other (mainly you though). While I think it wouldn’t happen too often, he would be willing to sub. Just imagine tying him up and teasing him with a feather until he’s begging for you to please make him cum… (More about my thoughts on dom!Hao: https://shmooooo.tumblr.com/post/674302592605667328/6-9-10-30-with-svt, more about my thoughts on switch!Hao: https://shmooooo.tumblr.com/post/651615227442495488/nsfw-thoughts-minghao)

Seungkwan: dom (hard)

His entire attitude just screams dom to me. He won’t tolerate any bratty behavior and when you dare to act up, he is quick to show you your place - and that place is on your knees in front of him begging for forgiveness. He’s mean with it and will enjoy looking down at your pathetic form that is shaking and crying because you want to be good for him again. Once he’s satisfied, he’ll help you get up and lay you on the bed, and as a mix of punishment for acting up and reward for begging so well, overstimulate you until your voice is hoarse from crying and pleading. But don’t worry, once you’re done, he’ll take care of you and pamper you until you’re sick of him.

Vernon: switch (slight dom lean)/ vanilla

I feel like Vernon is just there for the good time. He doesn’t particularly care about dynamics. Sometimes he takes the lead, sometimes you do, sometimes no one does. Whatever fits best that day. When he does dom you, he’s usually soft and careful, only showing his control by giving you soft orders and watching you slip into subspace when you realize he’s taking care of you now. But I also think he could be convinced to be rougher if that’s what you want. It would take him some convincing but once he’s sure you want it, he becomes a pro at dirty talk. He doesn’t usually go into degrading territory but he can get a reaction out of you without calling you names and he knows it. But beware because he will realize how much his behavior and words can affect you and cocky Vernon is a force to be reckoned with.

Chan: switch

This man is a raging switch and will go from hard dom to good boy within the blink of an eye. When he doms, he’s usually rough, enjoying that he’s the one in charge. He loves degrading you as much as praising you and usually combines both („my pretty little whore“). But that doesn’t mean he can’t also be the softest dom ever, and when he’s a soft mood, he will praise you and worship you like the world is ending tomorrow. When he subs, he’s a brat but not for long. He will definitely pick a fight in the beginning and talk back but he can be broken down quickly. And once he’s good, he’s good. An obedient pretty boy just for you to use.

Ask me which idol I think is a dom, switch or sub

Hey so I’ve been seeing many of the writers I follow reblogging the “why authors are leaving” blog and I totally understand why and was wonder are there other ways to support them other than reblogs and donations

hi! so i'm guessing you saw this post, and i’ll try to explain it in my own words since the infographic must not have been helpful for you-

there are only these 4 options for posts

blue box: Share - allows you to share to other tumblr friends - this one could be okay, it’s similar to reblogging, but you’d be directly sending it to friends and being like ‘hey i think you might like this’, this is good! But with this one, the writer will have no clue you did this, so, while it will help spread the fic, you’re not interacting with the writer in any way, and they will have no clue you enjoyed the fic enough to send it to a friend unless you also send them an ask telling them how much you liked their fic, or respond to the fic through the reply bubble

orange line: Reply - allows you to respond to the post without reblogging it. while this will let the author know you liked the fic, it also lets us know you didn’t like it enough to reblog it on your blog - regardless of blog aesthetics etc, reblogging is always the number 1 way to support tumblr content creators works. A number of people have pointed out how you can make a second account to reblog smut if your primary account aesthetic is something that’s REALLY important to you.

Green circle: Reblogs - reblogs are what make tumblr go round. there’s no other way about it. this is so much the case that if i post a fic at a time when people are not online as much, i’m guaranteed to have less interaction because the location it will show on their dash, however, if people are reblogging throughout the day, that means my content will be on numerous dashes at numerous times, allowing the most amount of people to see my work and enjoy it. Reblogging is the number 1 way to support content creators, even if you don’t have the time to leave a comment.

red x: Likes - likes, while it’s nice to have them, are again, just another show that you enjoyed our fic/content but not enough to put it on your own blog/dash for others to see. 

if creating a side blog to protect ur primary blogs aesthetic, ur reputation, ur privacy- for any reason- will let you reblog more content, then DO IT. 

As you can see, given the way tumblr works, with it’s 4 options, Reblogging truly is the only way to support content creators outside of donations through kofi/donations/outside sources.

Including the original infographic’s suggestions on what to do as well.

if you dont want to start a second blog to support content creators, and are too protective of your primary for any reason to reblog smut there, then the LEAST you can do is send in asks or reply to the fic, or share it with your friends, however, you will do so KNOWING it does very little to help the creator get exposure for their work

and you should also know that if more and more people decide not to ever put in TINY BIT OF work for content creators through a reblog, content creators are going to stop putting in the HUNDREDS OF HOURS of work for you.

i’ve already seen a number of my friends delete their blogs due to lack of interaction, and while i’m lucky in the fact that my followers are extremely kind and supportive, not every fanfic author has that- and we need to be more supportive of each other :) 

dino's danceology with seungkwan

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Tags: angst?

genderneutral!reader

As much as Vernon loved being on tour, he loved coming home to see you even more, at least he used to see you. He doesn't exactly know what the breaking point for you was. Was it responding to your I love you texts hours after you sent them because of time zones? Or maybe it was the distance in general. Was it because he constantly fell asleep during your phone calls because he was exhausted from performing?

The only thing he knew was that it was hard not seeing you waiting in their dorms for them to get back, usually already having take-out ordered for them. The boys could even feel it when there wasn't someone to yell, "Welcome back," when they opened the door. The boys settled for having ramen as Vernon made his way to his room, staring at your most recent post on Instagram.

You got a cat he thought to himself. You had always talked about getting one, and it seemed like this was the push you needed. The smile on your face could have fooled anyone, but Vernon wasn't just anyone. He could see the sadness in your eyes and how they were rimmed red.

Finally lying in bed, Vernon could smell your perfume that seemed to be engraved in his pillows. How could something that smelled so pretty give him such bad memories. It was suffocating.

A knock on his door brought Vernon back to reality. Seungkwan peeked his head in. "The ramen's done. Do you want any?" He asked. "Not tonight, thanks," Vernon responded. Seungkwan knew what was wrong, everyone did. You and Vernon seemed like such a great pair, they were sure you were going to get married one day and have a happily ever after. Oh, how wrong they were.

He wanted to talk to you. Wanted to try to work everything out. Make promises he knew he couldn't keep. Instead, he settled on sending a short message, which he hoped got his point across.

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It was late at night when your phone buzzed, something it didn't often do anymore. You stared at the notification on your home screen, too scared to accidently touch it. I'm lonely, it read. You didn't even have to look at who sent it, there was only one person who would.

Maybe it was the couple glasses of wine you knocked back, or maybe it being one in the morning had some effect on you, but you felt your fingers moving across the screen. The strength you had been building up for weeks seemed to crumple at the sight of the two measly words.

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Vernon was ready to stare at his phone for hours before he got a reply, if he did at all, so to see your contact pop up within a couple minutes was a surprise. He jumped out of bed, threw on his jacket, and was out of the door with a quick, "I'll be back later," to the guys.

On his home screen the simple me too haunted him as he grabbed a cab to your apartment. He was scared that if he looked away, it would disappear. This was his last chance, and he would be damned if he let it slip through his fingers.

“If u dont eat girls out but you expect head ur a little bitch.”

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He owns my heart 💖💙

ok ok… i’m gonna request something, if it’s too complicated don’t even bother but i just wanna give it a try!!

how do you imagine jeonghan falling in love with a foreign idol/celebrity?

Love this idea actually, seems too soft 🥺

Since he has so much contact with foreigners (china line / usa line) i think his very first instinct would be to learn/improve the language the person he likes is able to speak yk?

He is that carefree guy who likes to mess with you and play around like A LOT but when it comes to the person he's interested in he would become a shy cute fluffball

All sweetness, cares about their concerns and health too much just like he usually does with the members

Can't stop smiling when he receives a compliment from said person

AND WHEN THEY CONFESS OMFG HE WOULD BECOME A MESS! All blushy, stuttering here and there, giggles a lot and can't stop saying how much he adores them even tho he already said it like 25 times in the past 10 minutes

Well i'm not that good at this but i really wanna try it out...I've been thinking about it and i'll start writing for scenarios/imagines/aus/reactions for Seventeen members :] my request will be open for anyone whose wiling to send asks!!

-M🦦

Not to be THAT person but is the fact i know i would win what makes me laugh the most 😭

Imagine…

You made a bet with a hot man w/out knowing that he is the youngest mafia boss that controls the city.

play it again ~ masterlist

lee chan x reader

Every day is Friday, again and again. Time resets with the sunrise, leaving you stranded in a single day, over, and over, and over. Good thing you’re not alone.

(Seventeen University! Time Loop! AU) ; fluff + angst

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I'm having a hard time rn

u thought he was gone :)) u were wrong :))