Top Of The World [na Jaemin]

top of the world [na jaemin]

SUMMARY | things had always been the same in the world of na jaemin— him sitting on a throne above everyone else. that was the natural order. but the world as jaemin knew it began to shake after a few fated encounters with someone at the bottom of the food chain. PAIRING | rich kid! na jaemin x female! reader GENRE | private school! au, one sided e2l lmao, a dash of fake dating, romance, heavily suggestive themes, lots and lots of sexual tension and power dynamics HSFJHF WARNINGS | bullying (lots of it), public humiliation, mildly nsfw, borderline smut, implied smut, swearing, jaemin being a literal asshole, this fic might not be for everyone JSFDH so if you’re uncomfortable please look away <33 also please tell me if i missed anything thank you WORD COUNT | 15.6k TAGLIST | @capablemork8299 @grungiejaems @bat-shark-repellant @radiorenjun @patchi-chi @perfchimchim @junglekooks @jjongsmystar @yourmagnanimousholiness @jjikyuu @lavender-rain @lilycrystalll @ovelha-colorida-v @jenoji @goldenclosethobi  @jimjamjaemin​ @yoongischeeksluv​ @lvingjaem @danishmiilk @softietaeyong @victorriasworld @miyrisa @justineasian @fullsuhnshine @sehunniepot @neoct-zen @dreamlesswonder86 @netwrkluv @blu-blooded

a/n: FIRST OF ALL i’m very very sorry this took so long to finish ; - ; but it’s here now so!! yeah!! to be honest, there’s no actual plot because once again this stemmed from my desire to be stepped on by a na jaemin <33 that being said, please don’t picture this as our angel nana and instead the devil that was na jaemin during the make a wish promotions, enjoy

Na Jaemin was on top of the world.

He had everything at his disposal— diamond rings, designer jackets, and a line of people bending themselves backwards just to appease him. His future was already secured; laid down on his feet and all he had to do was walk. It was everyone’s dream to have both a pretty face and zeroes that seemed to have no end. Jaemin knew well of that.

Perhaps that was why he had an ego that reached the skies.

Na Jaemin was on top of the world, and everyone else belonged underneath his feet.

As they should be. The blonde boy hummed to himself as he walked down the halls of Neo Academy, people making way for him as he passed by. It was amusing to Jaemin, the familiar glint of fear in their eyes as they scurried to move away, refusing to meet his gaze because they knew that one stray glance will have them pressed face down on the floor by his leather Testoni’s. Jaemin smiled, satisfied, because it was the fear that gave him power.

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mission wingman: failed ; lee jeno

pairing: lee jeno x fem! reader ; the rest of dream 00 line x fem! reader genre: best friends to lovers au, humor (poor attempt), fluff, mutual pining warnings: a LOT of swearing, the reader is most likely an aries with the lack of patience she has, mentions of food, minor injury, the abuse of adderall ?? word count: 4.5k (4.500)

summary: After hearing you whine about not having a boyfriend for what feels like eternity, your best friend, Lee Jeno, finds a new talent in him-- the art of being a wingman. His mission of finding the right one for you doesn’t go as well as he planned, and 3 failed dates later, you finally have enough. In other words, this is a story about the 3 times Lee Jeno offered you a bad date and the fourth time he finally decides to fix it.

Running at the speed of light, thighs burning and your insides screaming for air-- this is not how you imagined spending your Wednesday afternoon when you went out on a date. It’s a little after half-past five-- no, scratch that, it’s a lot after half-past five. It’s currently quarter to six and you think you are going to die of embarrassment because this is your first date in what feels like years and you managed to come late. Not only do you feel bad, but you also feel childishly pathetic with how you’re running down the street to the bus station where your date is waiting for you, but truth be told, it’s your only choice of transportation because you forgot to call a taxi in the hurry and if you just walked, you’re fairly certain the poor boy would be standing there until half-past seven.

The smiley face of no other than Na Jaemin-- because who else would you go on a date with in your senior year, right? --appears in front of your figure as you continue to jog closer to him. You don’t even mind how tired you are anymore, the pain makes you feel at least a little better about yourself now-- maybe you should try doing cardio more often to make up for your mistakes. Sounds like a thing to talk over with your therapist next time you meet her…

Quickly looking at your wrist to look at the time to see just how late you are so you can promptly apologize to your date, even though you’ve known him for more than three years now, your foot gets stuck in an uneven part of the road. You silently curse the government for not using your taxes to fill the holes with cement just a second before you prepare for the fall, because, in true reality, there’s no way that you-- the clumsy you that almost hung herself on the volleyball net in sophomore year of high school-- is going to save the situation and come out of all of this alive.

The pain in your knees and hands comes sooner than the feeling of shame. Your eyes fill with unshed tears and you wonder if it’s from the impact of the fall or the impact of your choices, your heart speeding up as Na Jaemin comes closer to you with a surprised look on his face.

“Are you okay?” he asks. It’s a simple question, really, but to you, to answer is harder than anything you’ve ever had to do in your whole entire life.

Because in all honesty-- are you really okay? Apart from the fact that you were furiously running to get to your date just a few seconds ago while not even being that much into the guy you’re meeting-- for obvious reasons we are going to go over in a second-- you are also very much emotionally scarred from the whole experience of embarrassing yourself not only in front of the most popular guy in your campus but also the whole town centre.

“Yeah, totally,” you lie. You feel like, after this, you’re never going to be okay again.

The boy then helps you to your feet with a scowl on his face that quickly turns into a grin he tries to hide after he sees your pained expression, your self-confidence falling even lower than the lowest bar it’s been at for the past few years, the sting in your palms and knees hurting more than your last period cramps with how his laughter only throws salt in the wound.

“I’m sorry for being late, by the way,” you manage to joke out, sarcasm spilling from your every word, when Jaemin hooks a hand under your shoulder and helps you walk a little further away from the middle of the street, helping you seat your poor ass down on the bench. He nervously chews on his bottom lip and chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief.

“When Jeno told me to take good care of you, I didn’t know he meant it so… literally,” he laughs, making you mentally curse yourself for getting yourself into this situation by agreeing to go on a date with your best friend’s friend from middle school because, in reality, you knew all along that this was going nowhere.

Why, you ask? Let’s backtrack a little to a day not even a week away from this horrific day, but still horrific enough to stand up to this one anyway.

You sit on the bed of your best friend-- the dorm looking rather clean since the last time you saw it only a few days before the finals-- the domesticity of it all making your bones hurt and brain swirl with the state you only wish to slap in the face, for you wouldn’t call it anything other than delusional.

Lee Jeno walks around the dorm in his damned grey sweatpants and it may even be doing some things to you, you’re a woman too, to say the least, one of his warm hoodies enclosing your figure even though you’re fairly certain there’s a jacket of your own somewhere in your backpack laying on the floor. The day is supposed to be filled with studying, but both of you know damn well that textbooks are going to be forgotten in few seconds as you bring out the newest gossip and mention the movie you’ve been wanting to watch as he slides out his laptop and logs into his roommates Netflix account-- poor Mark, you think, but abuse the Netflix privileges anyway-- in other words, you are going to soon feel like a teenage girl on a date. The sad thing is, though-- in your books, anyway-- that this is not a date.

You are not dating your best friend, even though you’d like to. Simple as that, really.

The movie playing on the screen flashes through like a distant memory, for you don’t think you’d be able to pay any attention to it even if you tried with how Jeno’s hand is around your shoulder and distantly drawing circles into your upper arm, when you notice the two characters kissing and decide to grunt out in discomfort.

“Dude, I wish I had a boyfriend,” you muse out. You’re a woman-- this is a hint, you think, maybe he’ll finally catch on and see through the lines. You are complaining about being single in front of your best friend because maybe, just maybe, you want him to fill that empty slot. That’s just a thought, though, really. Not anything serious…

“Hmm,” he hums, “I can try setting you up with some of my friends if you want,” he says, the expression he’s wearing a little too joyful with the sudden idea to your own liking, making you realise that 1) he did not get the hint and 2) he is really not into you with how much he seems to enjoy the sudden lightbulb moment he just had.

“Oh, no, you don’t- you don’t have to do that. I can find a boyfriend on my own, you know,” you mumble, rolling your eyes at him in annoyance to get the full effect across, when you feel a slight playful slap onto your shoulder.

“If that was the case, you wouldn’t be sitting here with me right now, watching this stupid rom-com. Trust me, I know you better than anyone, so when I tell you that you cannot find yourself a boyfriend for the life of you, I know what I’m talking about,” he rambles and drags you from the despairs of your soul, the pit in your stomach only deepening when he puts his head on your shoulder and nibbles on his bottom lip.

“Give me a few days. I’ll come up with something.”

And with how insistent your best friend can be, you don’t dare to tell him no anymore. It’s not that bad to at least try, right? It’s not like you’ve known all his friends ever since you were eleven, resulting in you also knowing you wouldn’t date any of them even if you were paid to do so. It’s also not like you’ve been madly in love with your best friend ever since you’ve heard him laugh for the first time at the sheer age of ten. No, you’d be foolish to think that.

“So?” Jeno looks at you through his eyelashes, a humongous grin sitting on his features as he awaits your next answer, not even being able to sit right in his spot with the excitement flowing through his veins making him look like a little puppy.

“So...?” you mimic him, not even going to give him the satisfaction of answering right away, even though you know damn well what he’s asking you about.

“Oh, cut the bullshit. How did the date go? Hm?” he asks again, kicking you a little under the table, completely ignoring the food on his plate going cold and the waiter eyeing him like he’s the finest meal in this restaurant. You wish you could ignore her hungry eyes just as well as he can, but you think it takes a lot of confidence to not fawn over every person that gives you at least a tiny amount of attention because you’re convinced you’d already be planning your wedding with the girl if you were at his place.

“Oh, you know, just…” you start, taking a bite of your food to make him even more irritated than he already is, “completely terribly, just how I predicted, but oh well…” you shrug, seeing his eyebrows furrowed and a confused look overtake his features.

“What went wrong? Do I need to beat up that bitch or..?” he asks, making you snort and almost choke on your food.

“Did you just call Na Jaemin that bitch?”

“And what about it? If he made you uncomfortable in any way, I’m ready to call him that even on his last day on this earth. So what went wrong, huh?” he asks, making you place down the fork and sigh heavily, looking him dead in the eyes.

“Well,” you start, “I kind of had to run to the date because I was late, and just when I went to greet him and tell him I’m sorry, I tripped and facepalmed onto the pavement like a fucking frog, so you know, that was neat,” you explain, annoyance filling the tone of your voice as you roll your eyes and take ahold of your fork again, continuing with your lunch.

Jeno snorts a little, trying to surpass his laughter, which only makes you angrier in the process as you kick him under the table. “Fucking laugh all you want, but it was terrible. Na Jaemin had to tend to my wounds like a fucking nurse in the middle of the town centre because my eyes kept tearing up and he was worried that I broke my bones.”

“Well, he does study medicine-”

“I don’t care, Jeno, I do not care. It was humiliating and terrible and I never want to go on a date with one of your friends ever again,” you pout. Perhaps you’re taking the situation a little too seriously for your own liking, but with how boring your life usually is, you thrive even from the tiniest hint of drama and this is surely a date for the memory books.

“Well, he wasn’t bad, though, was he? The fact that the date was bad was kind of your fault-”

“Don’t you dare tell me it’s my fault-”

“You fell in the middle of the sidewalk-”

“It was your idea to make me go on that stupid date in the first place!” you burst out, your voice raising and making the whole restaurant look at you in annoyance. You wish to flip out every single one of them with how your blood is boiling in your veins, but you chose not to, because you are well-behaved and not raised to be a nuisance to society.

“Okay, well, you and Jaemin weren’t a good match anyway, but I think you’d be great with-”

“I am not going on another date with your friends, Jeno,” you stop him mid-sentence, desperately holding onto the last bit of your dignity, but as the world works, you are left to be the one going into situations you didn’t even want to get into in the first place.

In other words, you did go on another date with one of his friends and it was just as horrific as the first one.

While Na Jaemin tried his hardest to make you believe he was at least a little interested in you-- even though you both knew that was not the case-- Huang Renjun is surely not the one to act for the sake of his friend. The short boy is currently sitting opposite of you, yawning at every sentence that comes out of your mouth, when your nerves finally snap and you decide to stand up for yourself.

“Why the fuck would you even take me on a date to a restaurant when you’re so bored of me now?” you ask, a scowl sitting on your face, heat rising to your cheeks in shame. You’re convinced that Lee Jeno’s wingman mission has been a disaster to you with how you’ve felt more embarrassment in the past two weeks than in your whole life and you kind of want to commit arson because of it, but your shame is quickly put beneath the ground when Renjun straightens his back and stares you into your eyes.

“I’m not bored at all, trust me, it’s just- well- I’ve been awake for approximately 37 hours now and in order to not miss our date, because I’m convinced Jeno would try to rip out my dick if I did, I’m abusing Adderall to keep me awake,” he completes his speech, chewing on his bottom lip as if he was waiting for you to scold him.

“Are you fucking kidding me- oh you know what, you’re Jeno’s friend. I’m not even surprised at this point,” you sigh and roll your eyes, resting your back on your chair and letting your eyes scan his tired face. You didn’t notice it before, but he does have some prominent dark circles under his eyes and you almost pity him and tell him to go home and sleep, because after all, this date is not going anywhere anyway.

“Why are you even awake for that long?” you ask him, eyebrows furrowed and biting on the inside of your cheek. You almost worry you’re going to have to call an ambulance for him soon, but with how calm he seems, it looks like he knows what he’s doing.

“I had a paper to finish,” he mumbles, “and I also lost a bet with Chenle-”

“You what?” you ask, afraid your ears are deceiving you.

“Hey! I did lose a bet, but I’m always fair and follow up with the consequences. I have to stay awake for 48 hours now because Chenle said so, and I’m-”

“You are psychopaths. Both of you,” you say, shaking your head in disbelief. You always knew that Jeno’s friends were all crazy, but you didn’t know drug abuse was one of the things on the list of things you’d have to be concerned about.

You continue to talk to him like normal, because, well, he did go on a date with you, to a pretty restaurant, on top of that, but the more and more you talk to him, the more you see Renjun’s eyes drooping and his composure shifting into more and more tired. You can’t really blame him, 37 hours is a lot, but you kind of wish you didn’t have to sit here right now and babysit him so he doesn’t smash his head into the glass on the table.

When just that happens, though, and his head falls onto the table as he falls asleep, you don’t find it in you to stay. You’d much rather spend your evening at home than to watch a man sleeping, so you stand up from your seat and pay for both of your meals, telling the waitress that Renjun’s fine and didn’t die-- he’s just very, very tired.

Just as tired as you are of these dates, so it seems.

Walking down the street, Jeno trailing behind you like a lost puppy, you huff out in anger and hear his annoyed voice call out to you.

“Are you going to talk to me or not?” he asks, furrowed eyebrows and all-- it’s the Jeno you don’t see often, because you don’t often see him get so annoyed, but it’s also the Jeno that is rightfully here because ever since you picked him up at his dorm, you haven’t spoken a word to him and just let him follow you around.

“At least tell me how the date went, then,” he pleads, making your nerves finally snap, because after all of this, how does he even dare to ask you such a question?

“Oh god, Lee Jeno, can you stop with the date questions already?” you mourn out, close to tearing all of your hair out with how sick and tired you are of every single man walking this earth. It’s not like you wanted to date his friends anyway, but it would be nice to see at least one of them making some effort to make you feel like you are on a real date, and not only on a friendly hang-out your mutual friend forced you to attend just to keep his own heart at peace.

“Why? What happened this time?” he asks, irony seeping through his tone. How does he even dare to be the annoyed one? You’ve been wronged here!

You take a sharp U-turn and look him dead in the eyes, careful to make him believe just how furious you are with every single step he’s taken for the last few weeks, eyes fierce and tone of voice cold. “He fell asleep on the table, Jeno, so really, please, don’t ask me how my date went, because frankly, it went pretty fucking terrible.”

He sharply sighs through his teeth, a small hint of guilt sprawling over his features as he takes your words in. You wonder what his next argument is going to be, but you don’t let him even say it with your next words full of spite.

“And we are going to see the movie I’ve been wanting to watch now together because there’s no way I’m letting another one of your friends ruin something for me, okay? No questions, no arguments, let’s go,” you coldly explain, turning on your heel again, big steps following the journey to the cinema, as you hear your best friend call after you with a playful tone in his voice.

“Maybe you should just date me, you know,” he teases, not knowing just how much his sentence affects your lovesick heart.

“Yeah,” you huff, heat creeping up your cheeks, “maybe.”

You enter the dorm room you’ve never dreamt of visiting, the face of Lee Donghyuck welcoming you and telling you to take off your shoes before stepping in, as if the dorm wasn’t hideously dirty enough before. You wonder why you even agreed to come over here in the first place-- Jeno told you this is the last date he can, as your designated wingman, offer you, and so you managed to talk yourself into following up with his plan just so you could finally get over this weird phase in your life.

You know Lee Donghyuck well enough to know he’d never be into you. You also know him well enough to know he lives with Park Jisung and mentally thank all the gods from the above that he is not home right now, because that would make the whole date just two times more embarrassing.

“Oh well, make yourself at home,” Hyuck says as he takes a seat on the wooden desk in the corner of the room, the game in his computer telling you that the attention will definitely not be on you today-- not that you mind, of course.

“Do you wanna play with me?” he asks, eyebrows raised and a controller sitting comfortably in his hands. You contemplate his offer for a second before you agree and sit on the chair next to him, sighing in despair, but being glad for at least some sort of entertainment. You know Hyuck as the most competitive person on this whole entire planet, so you know damn well he won’t let you win just because you’re on a date right now, however strange it might be, and so you fight for your life and try to win on your own account.

You fail, of course.

“You could have at least let me win since we’re on a date, you know,” you roll your eyes, seeing the man next to you chuckle.

“Don’t tell me you actually treat this as a date.”

You furrow your brows, letting out a sigh. “Well, it is a date, so…”

“Yeah, but we both know we’re not into each other, so what’s the point? I’m only doing this so Jeno can get off my back, he keeps talking about this for the last month and I’m pretty over his constant whining,” he says, laughing a little and stretching in his chair. The hem of his hoodie rides up a little on his stomach and you’re fairly certain that if you were anybody else, you’d go crazy over the sight. But you’re just you-- and you are not into Lee Donghyuck. Just as he told you.

“Well, it would be nice to actually see any of you pay some effort, though. All I’ve been on the last three weeks were terrible, terrible dates and I’m so tired of all of this, Hyuck, you can’t even imagine,” you sigh, shaking your head in pure despair.

“Why would we? We all know that you’re not into us since you pretty much throw heart eyes at Mr Muscle Man whenever he’s around, and with how Jeno keeps lowkey gatekeeping you, I doubt he’s anywhere far from being in love with you, so-”

“What are you even talking about right now?” you ask, tired of all of their bullshit. It’s been a long month-- you doubt you even had this much interaction with men in your whole entire miserable life.

“Oh, don’t act like you’re totally not into Jeno. Everyone knows it. Hell, even Ryujin from our engineering class asked me if you’re dating Jeno because she would totally ask you on a date if you weren’t, so at this point, I think our Lee Jeno is the only one not aware,” he rambles, making you even more and more confused with every passing word, the blood in your veins spiralling out of control.

“Did a cat get your tongue? Come on, let’s play another round. If I beat you, you have to confess, so give it your best and let’s go.”

“Wow, I can’t believe you’re so bad at dating. You literally went on a date with every single guy our age I am friends with, and you still try to tell me you didn’t vibe with any of them?” Jeno complains, a defeated look on his face. When Hyuck told you Jeno is painfully oblivious, you knew he was on to something, but you didn’t really think it was that bad.

“Well, maybe it’s because you’re a bad wingman, I don’t know,” you mutter, too annoyed to even come up with a better comeback because, at this point, you’re just painfully tired.

“That can’t be the case… Really, I think I did my best. You know, I could have tried to hook you up with Han Jisung from my Politology class, but I think that he is secretly a stoner, so I decided against it-”

“For fuck’s sake, Jeno, stop with the dates already,” you whine, putting your head into your hands. Enough is enough and Jeno really doesn’t know when his time to shut up is.

“Why are you so annoyed with it, hm?” he asks, nudging you in the knee and making you efficiently ask yourself just why you are even into someone like him in the first place, “I thought you wanted a boyfriend.”

“I did,” you faintly let out, the lost bet at Lee Donghyuck’s dorm room suddenly appearing in your head, Huang Renjun’s words of bearing the consequences of lost bets following you as you realise that at this point, you finally have nothing to lose.

“And? I’m offering you guys to date, yet, you don’t like any of them-”

“Are you really that dense?” you ask, looking him deadly into his eyes, the serious tone of the conversation surprising even yourself as you prepare for the fall.

“What?” he asks, eyebrows furrowed. It’s hard to not fall for him when he looks so adorable, you realise, mentally wanting to slap yourself for fawning over him even in a situation like this, a few moments before getting your heart broken.

“Dude, don’t you get it? Seriously?” you huff out, furiously shaking your head in disbelief. “It was a hint. A hint, get it?”

“You are not making any sense-”

“When I told you I wanted a boyfriend, it was a hint for you,” you confess, looking him into his eyes and preparing for the rejection. It doesn’t arrive, though, with how Lee Jeno keeps staring at you in confusion, making you efficiently forget all the anxiety as it’s replaced with anger.

“A hint that I want you to be my boyfriend. What’s not clicking, you idiot?” you yell out, too furious to even remember you just confessed to your best friend. “You know what, forget it, all men are just so fucking oblivious and I can’t-”

“Wait, wait, wait, you’re-”

“I’m into you, Lee Jeno,” you finally proclaim to him, knowing that now is the moment you’re going to choke on your tears when he explains that he is not into you, when you see his cheeks redden and a bashful expression takes over his face.

“Well, in that case… I had one last date offer on my mind in order to try to find you a boyfriend,” he says, chuckling a little at his own wording, “with me, this time. I wasn’t sure if you’d like that, but now that you said all of this…”

You stare at him, dumbfounded, a stupid grin slowly creeping onto your lips, the disbelief still so present in your bones as you try to wrap your head around it.

Lee Jeno might just be the worst wingman in the history of wingmen, but if his last option was himself, you just might take on that offer.

“I’d… I’d like that, yeah.”

in my come back era?

candy! a miniseries featuring nct dream’s ‘00 liners + a collection of short oneshots.

huang renjun, lee jeno, lee donghyuck, and na jaemin are a couple of buds in their senior year of high school. not a single one of them is taken and all of them probably have questionable rizz. but that’s alright, because love is love and having good rizz does not correlate with scoring a romantic relationship. (that’s why all four of them were able to find a girlfriend by the summer after graduating.)

alternatively, just a bunch high school romance aus that i mourn because i wish i was a teenage girl again instead of a tired adult.

inspired by nct dream’s mini album, candy.

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player | jung sungchan [M]

SYNOPSIS: You considered yourself an average, but you are nowhere near that. And surprisingly, after liking the handsome soccer player, Jung Sungchan secretly, he never looks at your way. Will you succeed to get his attention?

words: 4.8k (omfg, i never thought i could write this much for sungchan lmao)

pairing: soccerplayer!jung sungchan x fem!reader

content: university setting! heartrob sungchan, smart and talented Y/N, slight angst if you flinch, smut, contains profanities, junior year with dreamies and sungchan, 127 hyungs are seniors, stray kids members cameo, established relationship at the end, locker room make out, public sex

author's note: the title "player" isn't really that connected to sungchan's attitude or whatever. and i don't have any idea what to call this so he's literally a soccer player kdfjsjfdfjadfh. i like sungchan so much that i wrote till 4k. any kinds of feedback is appreciated!

"Y/N! Have you received the email that i sent?" Haechan rushes to you, hair a bit messy and his crumpled sports uniform.

You nod and continue to take some notes as you scan your iPad for more information to take in. "Come on, Y/N. Loosen up! Watch us play." He whines and sloppily sits down beside you.

Glancing at him, you cant help but laugh of the state he's in. "Donghyuck, for christ sake. I can't watch you play so awfully. The secondhand embarrassment as your friend is enough."

Haechan makes a face as he stands up again, "Jung Sungchan. I heard he's gonna teach us basic soccer. Damn, he'd pass as a coach, i guess?" Now completely ignoring your notes as you look at him properly, curiousity evident in your eyes. "Really? When does it start?"

Haechan's brows furrowed and tilted his head, "You know what, i've had enough of this little crush of yours. You've been obvious for two fucking years, why don't you send him a letter or something?"

"Haech, i've been obvious to you and to our friends about him but not to anyone." You said as your bright face drops as well as your tone.

"Oh god, stress-bada. Whatever, do what you want. I'll go back to class." He walks his way out and you have no choice but to focus on the documents that you were reading.

You're really grateful that you and Sungchan weren't blockmates or else you can't think of anything but him.

This little affection for him started since you were freshmen, you exactly remembered how you felt like the first time you interacted.

"Kick it!" A voice from the soccer field that's loud enough to make everyone pay attention. It was your second week of college, and you couldn't fathom the joy you felt when you entered the university. With new people and new goals to achieve.

You sat down at one of the benches under the tree, seeing the view of soccer players who are trying out to get in the team.

Before you knew it, you felt a slight of pain, the soccer ball hitting the side of your head.

"Ah!" You winced as the ball hit you, Haechan letting out a loud, "Oh my god." The laugh he supressed comes out from his mouth.

You opened your eyes and rubbed the part that was hit as you see someone approaching you, getting the ball with his hands. "You okay?" He asks you with his low voice making you look up and stare at him, unable to speak.

"The other student strongly kicked the ball, sorry for that."  He apologizes as he walks back to the field. And you, still unable to talk because of how beautiful the man is.

That's when you started to know him by his name. You start to pass by his room just to get a glimpse of him, and those two years of stealing glances, he never looked back.

When it was sports day, or be it foundation day, you always rooted for him. But he...never saw you. That you didn't exist in his, and you accepted that. Admiring him from afar is enough.

"Hello? Earth to Y/N?" You snap back to reality when Chenle waved his hand harshly in front of you.

"Yeah?" You replied as you stretched your arms, looking around in the room only to realize your block mates are changing into their uniforms.

"Won't you wear your sports uni?" He queries as he states the obvious. You stood up getting your bag and proceeds to change into your uniform.

The university sports wear knew exactly what they were doing. A black shirt with the university logo and a cycling shorts which definitely look good on you.

As you walked out of the girls changing room, you immediately heard whistles from your friends who are waiting for you.

"Looking good, Y/N." Jeno says as he places an arm around your shoulder, "Shut up, Jeno. What do you want?" He didn't answer but he clinged onto you instead, with Donghyuck complaining how tired he is.

With Jeno's arms around you and your friends walking to the hall, you didn't realize that your blockmates were already ligned up inside the gym and Jung Sungchan was saying something to them.

You quickly positioned yourself on the last row, thinking that you can go unnoticed since you never really mattered anyway.

But so much for a smart brain and pretty face, you can't go unnoticed.

Sungchan harshly walks infront of everyone, his shoes making a sound as he scanned the boys first.

"From now on, i'll be teaching basic soccer. I hope you'll pay attention even if we're in the same year. Coach will be expecting for your excellent knowledge after our meets."

You used to think that people can't be that tall but he proved it wrong. You unconciously fixed your top when you saw a pair of cleats on the gym floor.

"Can i get a name?" You couldn't believe it that he was infront of you, asking your name. You looked up to see him towering over you, completely unfazed while you're getting dizzy over how good he smells.

It took Winter to poke you for you to answer your name. While you were blinking a couple of times, Sungchan nodded. "I don't want you to take your time strolling the halls. I want everyone on time, we'll be on the field next class." He said as he walks to the front.

"Is he kidding? I can't believe he doesn't know you!" Jisung chimes in as he sat down on your table with his tray.

"Right? Unbelievable, that just means he doesn't really notice your crush for him at all." Chenle comments after he sips his afternoon coffee.

"Whatever, i was just starstruck to finally be able to have a conversation with him again."

"Y/N, you can't call that conversation. You just said your name to him." Says Jeno.

"It's time for you to meet someone. Go on dates, nerd." Renjun who was apparently behind you, with a stack of books in his hands.

"I could say the same for you. You seem very busy." You said as you scanned Jun with his form, he looks exhausted.

The cafe near the university had no effort in keeping you on time in running classes. It was always a place where you guys hang out, despite of being the only girl in the group.

"Where's Jaem by the way?" Jeno asks after chewing a big bite of sandwich.

"That's suspicious. You are always together." Donghyuck squints his eyes to Jeno Lee only to have a shrug answer in the end.

"What's that, Y/N?" Jisung queries as he points at the folded shirt on your lap. Oh shit. You forgot to give it to Chan.

"Fucking shit. I gotta go!" You grabbed your things including the shirt and ran towards the university's entrance, going to the locker room of the athletes.

"Chan! Shit! Sorry, Oh my God." You shout in front of the room but no one answers. Checking the time, it's 2:20. There's no one inside, right? So i can just leave it in his locker. Right.

You twisted the knob, peeking inside. You saw nothing and that's where you fucked up.

You entered the room, looking for Bang Chan's name in the locker when the door on the side opened revealing Sungchan topless with only a towel on his waist.

You raked your eyes over his form, the water droplets from his hair to his chest, his abs that's perfectly sculpted and his lower...

Looking away after checking him out obviously was the worst thing you've ever done in your whole life. But you don't regret it.

"What are you doing here?" His voice resonates in the room.

You let out an exhale, trying to form some words as he takes a step towards you.

"I--- just wanted to give this to Chan. It's his." You raised the shirt, slightly waving it.

Sungchan stepped closer until he was just inches far from you and you had no choice but to lean on the locker. "Your boyfriend?" Your eyes widened on the sudden question. "N-no! Definitely not. We're just friends."

You looked up at him and a smirk is plastered on his face, he leans in closer to your face until you can smell his minty breath.

"You know how dangerous this room is?" Every time he says a word, you can feel his hot breath on the side of your lips.

Biting your lower lip, you meet his gaze. "I was just really---"

Sungchan cursed under his breath and before you can continue what you were saying, his lips captured yours.

You kept your eyes open, not processing what he's doing. He snaked his hand on your back, the other resting on your cheek to kiss you properly.

Closing your eyes, you wrapped your arms on his neck, responding to his kisses. He bit your lower lip and slides his hot tongue inside your mouth.

"Fuck." Sungchan says in between your kisses, he bites and sucks your tongue until you were whimpering below him.

He cuts the kiss, both of you panting heavily. He steps backward, giving you some space. A glance was all it took for you to ask what just happened but the door slammed open, revealing Chan who doesnt know anything.

"Hey, Y/N! Thought you were never gonna give that back." Chan lays his eyes on Sungchan who was now opening his locker like nothing happened.

You fixed yourself, facing Chan. "Yeah, sorry for being late. I waited for you, i didn't know someone was in here but it's okay. Not that long. I gotta go!" You gave Chan his shirt and sprinted out from the room.

Walking back to your building, you touched your lips as you sigh. What now?

Shit. Shit. Shit.

You couldn't stop thinking about the kiss. You cant even write a thing on your paper.

"What's wrong with you?" Mark asks as he looks at your papers scattered on the living room.

"Nothing."

"What do you mean nothing? Bitch, you haven't written a thing and look at these papers." You look up and threw Mark daggers with your eyes.

"Shut the fuck up, Mark. Where were you, by the way?" You placed your hand on the table as you closed your eyes hoping to find peace.

"Oh, i was taking the classes i missed last term. You know, kinda late." So much for having a cousin and roomate at the same time.

"I actually saw you running at the athletes building this afternoon. Who were you after?"

You opened your eyes and your body froze. The defeaning silence was enough for Mark to burst in laughter. "Shit, something happened huh? Well, glad there's some action in your life. I heard Hyunjin talking about you last time, he's in soccer too, right? What a gorgeous man." He walks over to the kitchen.

Am i doomed? Did he badmouth me for the kiss? Did he tell his whole team? Shit.

You weren't supposed to go. But you never missed any class and that's...horrible. You strut your way to the field now with your friends usually following you.

Everyone of you lined up, waiting for your "coach" to show up.

"Alright, is everyone here? We'll be practicing the defense and the attack." There are noises from afar, you all look back only to see the rest of the players walking to the soccer field.

You were surprised to see Mark Lee with the bunch, he found you on the line and you mouth "what the fuck" but he just rolled his eyes.

Some of my team mates will be the defense, and everyone of you can try the attack. In simpler words, you will all be kicking the ball."

"Well, shit." Haechan says loudly and shamelessly that made everyone laugh.

"Ladies first." Jaemin says, not noticing he was also there lining up with the boys.

There was a protest but the majority of the girls agreed so you walk forward one by one to kick the ball. The players switching to be the defense.

You see Felix going to the middle ready to defend as your blockmates kick the ball. There was one girl who got points for the first 10 of them.

They switched to another player, this time it's Hwang Hyunjin on the defense.

You are fourth to the last of the girls to kick the ball. And when it was your turn, you felt concious like all of your confidence was gone with all the eyes on you.

"I know she's good at kicking balls." Chenle says earning a slap in the arm by Jisung. "Don't put it like that! Well, she is really a hard hitter, by the way."

You focus your eyes on Hyunjin in the middle, the ball in front of your feet. You never really looked at him that much but he looks amazing with blonde hair. God.

He spreaded his legs and his arms, like a bull ready to run to his prey, but this time, he defends it.

You step back a bit, readying your right foot to kick on the side where there is space where he can't reach but that's fucking impossible since he has long arms and legs.

You kicked the ball on the side, and it...went in. Cheers erupts due to your friends.

You see Hyunjin smirk, he let you...win. You were sure that he can reach that but he didn't. It wasn't obvious enough for everyone because he dramatically missed it.

You look at him, earning a wink as he positions again getting ready for the next attacker.

You supressed a smile as you walk back to the position where other students has kicked the ball. You traveled your eyes to the field only to meet a pair of piercing eyes, Jung Sungchan's eyes.

You never backed down on your staring, you gained confidence on how he was unable to restrain himself from kissing you. You're implying what-is-wrong-with-you-look.

He was the first one to break the eye contact to signal that it was the boys turn.

"Hey, i heard Giselle's dating Sungchan." You raised your brow to the information you heard behind you.

"Really? I thought they were just close friends. They are in the same block and Giselle's smart and pretty too. They'll look good if that's true!" Another girl says.

Well, shit. Why did he kissed me then?

You feel your stomach churn, feeling uneasy. You look at the boys who are doing the activity as you sat down on the grassy field, observing them as Winter sits beside you.

"Hey," She says as she looks at you while you responded with a nod. "You okay?" You nodded yet again, "Sorry, Wint. Not in the mood to make a conversation." You glanced at her and let out a small smile.

"Tired already?" Hyunjin walks towards you, holding a bottle of cold water. He offers it to you as you keep your eyes on him. You received the bottle without a doubt, letting out a small "thanks" while he walks back to his team.

"This man's getting brave!" Bang Chan's voice can be heard when Hyunjin returned to their bunch. You just shook your head.

It's been two weeks. Two weeks of fucking avoiding him. You wanted an explanation, sure. But is it even important when in those two weeks you keep on seeing Giselle and Sungchan even in your favorite spot in a coffee shop, studying or whatever the fuck they were doing.

In your sports class, you did your best to participate but you wouldnt go near him or even try to interact. You understood why he kissed you. He knows you're attracted to him. So he took advantage because you would never say no.

"Y/N?" Renjun shouts your name inside your apartment with Mark only to find you slouching on the couch.

"What the hell, why are you looking like a piece of shit?" He says directly, pertaining to your messy hair, the dark bags under your eyes and your loose clothes.

"There's party at 127's building, across from here. You did not forget that, didn't you?"

You raised your head up, feeling listless because of all the reading that you did. "You did, you forgot about it. God, do you even sleep?"

"I'll come with you. I will go get changed." You stood up, feeling dizzy while you walk to your room.

You supposed your decision was right, you are now inside the party of your seniors building with booming sounds, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes and the flickering lights.

You wore a bralette and a pair of high-waisted red skirt just above your knee. You felt excited as you see your friends walking towards you.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Jaemin asks, placing his palm on your forehead to check your temperature.

You let out a laugh, "Come on, Jaem. I'm fine. You all go have fun, i'll be right after you." Jaem looks at you with concern as he follows Jisung and the rest of your friends to the crowd.

You went to the kitchen that ended up being a place when intimate people do things away from the crowd. You had your way in, filling your cup with water as you hear someone shout, "Alright, people! Doyoung said he'll haunt you if he sees anything on their kitchen, out!" Sungchan says as he walks towards you and you were ready to walk out of it but he held your wrist.

"Except you, we need to talk."

"Talk about what?" You look at his hand holding your wrist, he gently pulls his hand out.

"Sorry, i just really wanted to talk to you about what happened in the room." He said, leaning on the kitchen counter.

"I understand. It was impulsive, no big deal." You said as you looked at him, you saw a hint of shock painted his face.

"No big deal?" Sungchan repeats your word. You nodded and shrugged, "We're both adults, aren't we?"

He scoffs, "It was a ruse, i guess? Your friend Haechan said you like me. I overheard it, and i was a jerk for kissing you like that knowing your feelings. It was a big deal after hearing the girl i liked, is attracted to me. But i guess i was wrong, it meant nothing. So i'm sorry for trying." He lifted his face, showing a smile without any other emotion. "I sincerely apologize, excuse me."

You were too stunned to even speak as he makes his way out of the kitchen. It was a big deal after hearing the girl i liked, is attracted to me.

Holy shit. Doesn't he have a girlfriend already?

You stood there, frozen. You don't know how many minutes you wasted just to space out.

"Hey!" You darted your eyes to Giselle who just opened the large refrigerator to get a bottle of milk...

"Are you enjoying the party? God, it's noisy back there!" She looks at you, "You're really pretty by the way, no wonder my best friend likes you!" She says unconciously as she walks back to her company who was waiting for her.

Well, shit.

The party ended without you seeing Sungchan again. You were disappointed with yourself, he wanted to talk to you and express his feelings but you crossed him out.

After the day of the party, everyone seems to be so weak. Hangover caving in, but for you, you didn't even drink but you still feel drunk on the words that Sungchan said.

You anticipated for your sports class just to see him and of course, talk to him about it.

You hurriedly got changed and follow your blockmates to the field only to see him playing the other players as he kicks the ball hard, hitting the net.

"Find a pair. Play with the ball and practice kicking it and vice versa with a partner." Sungchan states, an uninteresting look on his face as he walks over to sit on the bench.

You and Chenle decided to be partners, kicking the ball with your feet without vigor. "Oh my God, Y/N!" Chenle shouts as he harshly kicks the ball that lands on your knee, "Hey! What?" He just laughs in responds and you repeated the same action after the bell rings.

You see Sungchan heading over to the Athletes building, following him as you look around. He glances at you, stopping infront of the locker room. "What now, Y/N?"

You didn't say anything, he just sighed and opened the door for him to enter.

You exhaled exaggerately, i can do this.

You opened the door, seeing him sitting down on the plastic stool in front of his locker replacing his sports shoes with a different one.

"I thought Giselle was your girlfriend that's why i avoided you," He stopped tying his shoe laces, his head still lowered down so you continued to speak. "I like you, i still do. It's unbelievably crazy why you liked me back!" You said as you take a step forward but just enough to have the distance that you want.

He quickly finished his laces and he raised his head, looking at you intently. "Come here," He pats his thigh signaling you to sit on it.

You reclutantly stepped forward and placed your hand on his shoulder and slowly sit down on his thigh sideways. "Good girl." He whispers and holds your hand, "Do you know i liked you ever since i saw you on that field smiling and laughing gracefully with your friend?"

He lets his nose touch on your cheek, "You don't know how hard it was for me to see you surrounded by such guys that was completely better than me. You are unreachable." He placed a soft kiss on your cheek. "That's why i took the chance to kiss you right then and there."

"Would you let me kiss you again?" Sungchan asks as you face him properly letting out a small, "Yes."

He smiles as he crouches to catch your lips, his kiss was slow and sensual. Lips so soft and plump that you could kiss him forever.

It was not like that for long, his kisses turned wild. He confidently bit your lip as he slides his tongue on your mouth, dominating you.

You moan in response as his hand caresses your thighs. He pulls away from the kiss making you groan, "Sungchan, please." You cling onto his neck, your legs are now wrapped on his waist, completely straddling him.

"You are so naughty." He comments as he looks at you. "Give me more." You said as you felt his poking erection at your cycling shorts.

"Damn it," He whispers as he places his hand on your ass, pushing you on the crotch of his jersey shorts. "Feel that? If you want more then i'll give you what you want."

You're delirious. You nodded and grinded on his clothed erection to find friction.

"Fuck." He runs his hand on the side of your waist, holding the hem of your shirt to take it off for you and throwing it on the side. He unhooked your bra, marveling at the sight of your perked nipples.

He lowered his head to lick and suck on your nipples alternately, his tongue circling the bud while he plays with the other with his thumb. "Oh, God. Sungchan, fuck me." You let out a loud moan, "Shhh, baby. Someone might hear you."

He stood up while carrying you, he was heading for the door. "What are you----" He pins you on the wall beside the door, his other hand reaches for the lock. "For safety." He puts your legs down, you took the cue to take off your shorts to be left with your panties.

He kneels down, lifting your other leg to see the wet patch of your panties. You leaned on the wall, closing your eyes as you felt Sungchan setting the fabric aside using his fingers. You looked down to see his face nearing on your cunt, his fingers doing slow strokes on your clit.

He placed your leg on his shoulder, your glistening cunt only for him to see. "So wet for me." He holds your legs as he licks a stripe of your pussy.

"Ah!" You covered your mouth with your palm and the other grabbing his hair, shutting your eyes as Sungchan started lapping on your cunt. His tongue penetrating your entrance. He eats like a mad man.

The supressed sexual desire and the image of Jung Sungchan eating you out madly made you reach your high as your legs shake and pupils dilate.

"Shit." Sungchan's curse vibrates on your clit as he grips your legs and lets your rub your pussy on his tongue. As he stood up wiping his lips using his forearms, he quickly wrapped his arms on your waist. He chuckles at your state.

"I'm not done with you yet," He lowers his jersey shorts as well as his boxers, his cock springing free, leaking with precum. You gasped at the sight as you look up at him.

"It's okay, baby. It'll feel good. Or do you need some prepping?" He says as he lifts your legs again for you to wrap it around his waist.

"No, i can take it." You responded weakly, your hide your face on his neck.

"Such a good girl for me." He makes you raise your chin, "I want to see you."

You leaned on the wall, arms wrapped around his neck as you felt him aligning the tip of his cock on your entrance. He pushes an inch of him that made your face contort with pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

"You're fucking gorgeous." He grunts as you tried to push more of him, "Take it easy, baby."

You shook your head, craving for more of him. His patience were growing thin as you keep squirming before him.

He harshly slams his cock fully inside of you, "Sungchan!" You screamed at how he stretched your out, your walls clenching on him already.

"Shit, feels so good. Stop clenching on me or i'll fucking wreck you." He whispers on you making you feel a tight knot in your stomach.

He bottoms out only to thrust back in harshly, you were sliding higher on the wall as he fucks the shit out of you. His cock hit wonders of your pussy, the way he holds your waist as he fucks you standing up.

"C-can't! I'm coming!" You felt your orgasm caving in as Sungchan speeds up with his thrusts, the skin slapping sound resonates in the room.

Your mouth hangs open as he detached your from the wall, holding your back as he thrusts into you while standing up, your breasts bouncing at his harsh thrusts.

"Yes, just like that. Ah!" You moaned as your legs shake again and you felt Sungchan's cock twitch inside you, shooting his milk on your walls.

Your legs were weak and cannot able to wrap on his waist but he quickly supported you as you let him carry you, "Hey," He says after a long seconds of silence, "I'm on pills." You said and he chuckles at your remarks as he detaches himself from you.

He puts you down letting you sit on the stool as he fixes his jersey shorts. "I can't believe you fucked me with your shirt on."

He bursts in laughter, "Sorry, baby." He opens his locker and gets his sweatpants and some wipes to clean you up. He wiped your inner thighs as you watch him reach for your shirt and bra, the cycling shorts going inside his locker.

"Hey!" He helped you put on your clothes, "You think you can walk?" He asks genuinely.

"I can, i just need a minute." He kneels infront of you, his hand reaches for yours to play with your fingers.

"This means we're dating, right?" He asks, earning a smile and a nod from you.

"Oh, and don't worry. The other athletes have classes at this hour. No one comes in here in the morning."

"That's why you confidently fucked me in here." You snicker as his ears got all red. "Don't you have class after sports?"

"I have. I gotta catch up. Thanks for this." You point at his sweatpants as you both headed to the door. He unlocks it and you both got out, "I'll fetch you after class. Wait for me." He says as you smiled brightly, you tiptoed and kissed his cheek.

"Bye!" You walk to the direction back into your building but you were shocked to see Haechan on the hallway seeing the whole scene.

"Oh my fucking God!" He shrieks as he runs to your building as you followed him.

Jung Sungchan only chuckled at how you chased over your friend. There's definitely a lot of explaining to do.

player | jung sungchan by idyllicallycharming.

Running 2 U (M)

Pairing: OC X Shotaro

Genre: PWP (lots of plot), Fluff, College AU

Warnings: Explicit Language

A/N: These mini series can be read however you want. This is Mini Chapter 1, so it came after Part 1, but if you read it after the end of the story you might notice things you wouldn't have otherwise…

A/N/N: Also, these are stand alone pieces! You don't have to read them at all, and you don't have to read HWTH to read them. You might not understand a few things, but I wrote them with the intention that you wouldn't have to.

Jisoo never really had any interest in dating anyone. She would always hang out with her girl friends, especially her childhood friend, who she ended up going to college with. 

But when she went to freshman orientation a month before school started, she met someone really cute, named Jaemin.  Jaemin was the average frat boy, funny, sociable, attractive. But of course, it was obvious that if she flirted with him that he'd only want sex. She kept him around as a friend, but it did mean she would never see him as more than that.

Jisoo developed a habit of calling Jaemin when she needed someone to hang out with and the girls were gone. Jaemin didn't want to introduce Jisoo to any of the other boys, since he saw her more like his little sister more than anything. However, every time they got drunk or high together, Jisoo would cry about how she wanted to find true love.

So, Jaemin decided to set up her and one of his friends.

It wasn't exactly planned, but Jaemin knew that Jisoo wanted to be treated tenderly and lovingly by a man, so he knew who to introduce Jisoo to…

Shotaro. Shotaro knew Jaemin was planning something, let's be real, Jaemin isn't exactly the best to hide his feelings. However, Shotaro wasn't exactly planning for his college experience to be like this…

Shotaro liked to hang out with Jaemin more than anyone else on campus. Since Shotaro was an international student and he didn't know many people, Jaemin became his go to for a source of entertainment.

Jisoo and Shotaro naturally met after a few weeks, since they both hung around Jaemin a lot. At first impression, Jisoo thought Shotaro was too weak and frail, not like a man. He acted like a baby otter, curious, giggly, and cute. Jaemin knew it would only be a matter of time before they started dating.

~

One night, when Jisoo was sleeping on Jaemin's couch…

"Psst! Hey! Jisoo! Wake up!" Shotaro shook Jisoo awake.

"What…" Jisoo sat up. 

"Let's get out of here. Jaemin told me Jeno's bringing a girl over so we gotta get out." Shotaro grabbed Jisoo's bag. "C'mon, you can sleep in my bed. It'll be more comfortable anyways."

Jisoo grabbed her glasses off the coffee table and put them on, then slid on her slippers. "Let's go. You can drive my car." Jisoo walked out of the room.

Shotaro fumbled around, looking for Jisoo's keys in her tote bag.

Jisoo sighed and took her bag back from Shotaro. "Here." She placed the keys in his hand. "Let's go see if we can find a midnight snack."

The two ended up at a convenience store. Jisoo and Shotaro both bought ramen.

"Hey, do you want some of mine? My dance team is making me diet." Shotaro looked at the bowl of noodles in front of him.

Jisoo tied her hair up into a bun. "What? Diet?" She slurped her ramen. "You should quit. You're already slim." 

Shotaro sighed, then took a bite. "I have to lose 2 pounds if I want to perform."

"Man, fuck them!" Jisoo took another giant bite, then sipped the broth, finishing her meal. "You're perfect.

Shotaro sighed. "You know what? You're right! I'm gonna eat."

"Good boy." Jisoo pet Shotaro's head as he ate.

"Stop treating me like a child." Shotaro blew on his noodles.

“Take it, it’s the closest you’ll get to my complimenting you.” Jisoo rolled her eyes. “So what do you know about the girl Jeno’s fucking?” “She’s hot. Giant titties. That’s about it.” Shotaro shrugged.

Jisoo felt a bit insecure. She didn’t have big titties, at least in her opinion. She knew her ass was nice, but she always wanted big breasts. Nonetheless, she wasn’t planning on ever sleeping with Jeno, so she didn’t care.

She sighed. “So typical.”

“What do you mean by that?” Shotaro asked in between sips of water.

“All men care about are big titties.” She scoffed. 

“Honestly, I’m more of an ass guy.”

Jisoo nearly spat out her food. "Why would you tell me that?"

Shotato shrugged. "I mean, yours is really nice."

Jisoo started choking. "Where is this all coming from?"

"Now you can stop treating me like a kid." 

Jisoo scoffed. "If you want me to so badly…" 

Shotaro finished his meal, then threw away his and Jisoo's trash. "Let's go home."

~

When they got to Shotaro's house, Jisoo went to lay on his couch.

"You can sleep on my bed." Shotaro pulled her up.

"Where are you gonna sleep then?" Jisoo sat up.

"Probably on the couch." Shotaro sat next to Jisoo.

Jisoo pushed him off the couch. "This is your house, sleep in your own bed."

"Nah, I'm fine." Shotaro hugged Jisoo. "Or we can sleep together."

"Sure, sleep with me. After all, you are just a kid." Jisoo went into Shotaro's room and laid down on the bed, Shotaro following her.

"Remember what I said about me saying your ass is nice?" Shotaro scoffed. "And you still wanna sleep with me?"

Jisoo laughed. "I know you won't do anything." Jisoo tied up her hair into a bun.

Shotaro climbed on top of Jisoo. "I'm a man too, you know." Shotato grabbed Jisoo's hand. "Your hands are so small compared to mine, you wouldn't even be able to defend yourself."

Jisoo pushed Shotaro off. "I don't see you as one."

Shotaro sighed, and took off his shirt. "Then it's fine to cuddle, then? After all, I'm not a man to you…"

Jisoo bit her lip, knowing she couldn't take back her previous statements. She flipped to lay on her side. "Fine! Whatever you want!"

Shotaro chuckled, and wrapped his arm around her waist. "Sleep tight."

There was no way Jisoo would be able to sleep well in that position.

~

The next morning, Jisoo woke up alone, so she checked her texts.

i'm at dance practice. you can leave whenever you want, just text me before you leave. i'll be home around 2 if u wake up late. i made french toast if u want any.

It was currently 1, so she decided to just stay and wait for Shotaro.

i just woke up. i'll wait for u.

Jisoo went to the kitchen to eat. Surprisingly, Shotato was pretty decent at cooking. However, since Shotaro cooked for her, she decided to cook lunch for him. After all, she was majoring in culinary arts. She made grilled salmon and rice, since that's all Shotaro kept in the house.

She went to watch TV until Shotaro came home, but she stole one of Shotaro's shirts and boxers to make herself comfy. She smelt the scent of his cologne on the shirt, and she always knew that he took care of himself, but something about the way Shotaro treated her made her realize that he was actually very attractive. 

"Hey Jisoo, I'm home." The sound of the beeping door startled her.

"Hi Shotaro. Sorry, I stole your clothes, mine got sweaty." 

"Nah it's fine. Did you cook? It smells amazing."

Jisoo stood up and started to serve lunch. "Yep, grilled salmon, rice, miso soup, and pickled cucumber."

"You're amazing, I love you." Shotaro gave Jisoo a back hug and cuddled into her.

Jisoo pet his head, her face flushed. "Yeah, yeah, eat before it gets cold."

However, Shotaro didn't let go. "Let me hug you for a bit. It feels like you're my girlfriend."

"Shush, take me on a real date then we'll talk." Jisoo stepped away from Shotaro.

"Deal! I'll take you out to dinner tonight, how about that?" 

Jisoo kissed Shotaro's forehead. "Fine."

~ 

Jisoo had put in about 2 hours into her hair and makeup, but she would never admit that. She wore a plain dress, but made sure it was tight enough to where Shotaro could see her ass. She had her best lingerie on, despite never imagining she would fuck Shotaro.

Shotaro texted Jisoo.

i'm out front.

give me 5 more mins

Jisoo was still pacing around her dorm room.

"Ugh! I'm so stupid!" She ripped the earrings out of her ears and put them back into her jewelry box. "Fuck this." She shook her hair, the curls falling out of her hair.

coming

She ran out of the room, and went to Shotaro's car, which was parked in the student parking lot.

"Hey Ji." Jisoo sat in the passenger seat.

"Hi Sho." 

Shotaro placed his arm on the back of the seat Jisoo was sitting in so he could back out, and Jisoo felt butterflies in her stomach. She so desperately wanted this date to go well.

“So, we’re getting tonkatsu ramen, you okay with that?"

“Sounds good.” Jisoo fidgeted with her hair. "Whatever you want." ~

When they got to the restaurant, Shotaro told Jisoo to wait, then walked over to open the door for her. "Oh, wow, you're even acting nicer today!"  Jisoo stepped out of the car as Shotaro held her hand and he put his hand over the roof of the car so Jisoo wouldn't hit her head.

Even though Jisoo was acting snarky, the truth was that Jisoo felt nauseous from all the butterflies in her stomach. No man ever treated her so well, not even her father did something like that for her.

"It's just the bare minimum babe." Shotaro kissed the hand he was holding. "Trust me, I can do a lot better than that."

Jisoo giggled and pulled him into the restaurant. "Gosh, you're too much."

Shotaro pulled out her seat when they got their table. "So, I'm paying so you can order whatever you want." 

"With what money?" Jisoo laughed. "I can pay, it's fine."

"Your Dior modeling money probably doesn't pay as well as busking does. Just let me pay." Shotaro sighed.

"Fine, I'll pay next time." Jisoo pouted.

~

After they ordered, they chatted a bit about life. Jisoo is a model for Dior and a TikTok influencer. Shotaro works for a dance studio and does busking. 

When their food got served, Jisoo looked around her purse for a hair tie.

"Ugh! I'm so stupid, I can't believe I forgot something like this!"

"First of all, you're not dumb, secondly, let me do your hair."

Shotaro pulled out a slim box and opened it, and inside was a hair stick.

"Oh, Shotaro, it's beautiful." Jisoo touched it, the jade end and silver tassles sparking.

Shotaro stood behind Jisoo and started to tie her hair up. "Now I'm thankful that my mom forced me to learn how to do her hair when I was a kid." 

Shotaro's fingers grazed along her ears as he tied her hair up, giving Jisoo shivers. He was always so gentle with her, trying to keep her comfortable. He twisted her hair into a bun and stuck the stick in. Finally, he finished, and leaned over to give her a back hug and kiss on the cheek.

"I was going to give it to you after our date, but it seems you need it now." Shotaro sat back down.

Jisoo pulled out her phone and looked at herself. "You should do my hair everyday, I love it, thank you."

Shotaro smiled at her. "Of course. Now eat before your food gets cold."

Shotaro watched her eat. "Do you still not see me as a man?"

Jisoo choked a bit. "Um… I guess not anymore?"

"Can I be yours then?"

Jisoo laughed. "You already are."

~

Shotaro took Jisoo home after they finished eating. 

"Do you want to come to my room? My roommate isn't home…" Jisoo held onto Shotaro's sleeve.

Shotaro laughed. "You stop seeing me as a kid, and all of a sudden you wanna fuck?"

"Shush! Do you wanna or not?" Jisoo got out of the car.

Shotaro followed her. “I never said no.”

“Well, come with me then.”

“You really have no idea how long I’ve waited to do this with you.” Shotaro grabbed her hand and pushed her into her dorm.

Shotaro grabbed Jisoo by the back of her head and started to kiss her roughly. He started to push her into her bedroom and tossed her onto her bed.

"Only you would wear a tight dress on a first date." Shotaro pulled down the straps of Jisoo's dress, letting it fall off her.

"And only you would hook up with one of your best friends after one date." Jisoo unhooked her bra.

Shotaro slid off Jisoo's thong. "You're not just a friend anymore, though."

Jisoo laughed and cupped her hands on Shotaro's cheeks. "I can't believe you're doing this. I mean, I thought you would be submissive."

Shotaro laughed and kissed Jisoo. "Oh my God, you do realize I only acted innocent because you wanted me to?"

"What? I never said that!" Jisoo giggled as Shotaro pulled back.

"There was one time we all got drunk and you said you wanted a boy that would listen to you well! After that I tried to be good to you…" Shotaro started to look around Jisoo's room for a condom.

"Wait, I said that like, when we first met!" Jisoo rolled over and watched Shotaro. "Also, if you're looking for a condom, you don't need to use one, I'm on the pill."

Shotaro smirked and kneeled in front of Jisoo, then spread her legs open. "In that case, I won't hold back anymore."

Shotaro rubbed Jisoo's clit in order to make her a bit more sensitive. "How many fingers?"

Jisoo bit her lip, holding back her moans. "Huh?" She asked between ragid breaths.

Shotaro slipped a finger into her wet cunt. "How many fingers do you think I can fit inside you?" His index finger began exploring her.

"Um, maybe 2?" Jisoo's voice became higher pitched.

"I think you can take 4." Shotaro laughed. "Let's make a bet. If you can take 4 fingers, you'll let me cum inside you."

"You were always gonna cum inside me Sho." Jisoo giggled in between moans.

Shotaro slid two more fingers into Jisoo. "You know me so well."

"Shotaro! That's too much!" Jisoo tossed her head back and began pulling up the bedsheets.

"No, no." Shotaro's fingers were already completely covered in a creamy liquid, but he kept on pumping his fingers in and out, curling them up, anything. "You can still take one more. I know you can handle it, princess."

Jisoo started breathing heavier. "No, Sho, I'm gonna cum!"

Shotaro took his fingers out. "I didn't tell you that you could cum yet, did I?" Shotaro kissed Jisoo's cheek.

"Shotaro…" Jisoo groaned.

"Well, I guess we both lost." Shotaro laughed and kept kissing Jisoo.

"Ugh… Whatever, cum inside me anyways." Jisoo flipped onto her hands and knees.

Shotaro kissed Jisoo's shoulder. "Aw, you're no fun." He grabbed onto her hair and forced her to arch her back. "Good girl."

"Don't tease me…" Jisoo turned her head to look at Shotaro.

Shotaro teased Jisoo with his tip. "But you look so cute right now, so pretty."

Jisoo leaned her hips onto Shotaro's cock. "You're too much…"

Shotaro shoved Jisoo's head back down onto the pillow, then clicked his tongue. "C'mon, be a good girl!"

Jisoo groaned, unable to think of a response.

"Are you gonna be a good girl?" 

Jisoo nodded, despite her head still being under Shotaro's hand.

"Good."

And with that, Shotaro shoved his entire length into Jisoo.

Jisoo was far from a virgin. She lost her virginity her sophomore year of high school, and she was definitely known as the "campus whore". But even all that experience could not prepare her for Shotaro.

"Shotaro!" Jisoo moaned into the pillow. "Fuck, you're so big!"

Shotaro dug his fingers into Jisoo's hips, desperate moans emerging. "Fucking hell… so tight."

Shotaro collapsed onto Jisoo, his head on her shoulder, accidentally immediately cumming. "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry Jisoo… I never… fuck."

"Is it that good?"

"Huh?" Shotaro mumbled, still worn out from his orgasm.

"Is my pussy that good?" Jisoo giggled, sitting up, simultaneously pushing Shotaro up. She turned around and faced him, his head falling back onto her shoulder.

Shotaro whined. "Let me fuck you some more."

Jisoo laughed. "Of course you have to fuck me more, I haven't even came once yet." Jisoo grabbed some lube out of her drawers and poured some onto Shotaro's still hard dick.

Shotaro shivered from the cold lube. "You don't need lube, you're wet enough."

"Yeah, no fucking way." Jisoo hovered over Shotaro's lap, facing him. "I might be wet, but your dick is still like, 9 inches."

"Don't underestimate me. I'm 10 inches." Shotaro slapped her ass.

"No way I believe that."

"Sit on it then. I wasn't even fully inside you when I fucked you." Shotaro smirked.

"Wait what? Why didn't you put it all inside me!" Jisoo pouted.

"Because I didn't want to break you." Shotaro played with the end of Jisoo's hair.

Jisoo quickly shoved Shotaro's entire length inside of her, and she immediately knew Shotaro wasn't lying. 

"Good girl. Always been such a good girl when it came to what I wanted…" Shotaro held onto Jisoo's hips as she slowly started to bounce up and down.

Jisoo bit her lip to keep her moans in.

"Faster."

Jisoo started to gradually increase her speed.

Shotaro dug her fingers into her hips. "You're so beautiful when you're on top."

"Shotaro…" Jisoo breathily moaned out.

"I know babe, you're doing well." Shotaro kissed Jisoo's hand.

"I wanna…"

"Wait until I say you can."

"Please… p-please…" Jisoo's moans started to get louder and more shaky. 

"Jisoo, I'm gonna-" 

Jisoo collapsed onto Shotaro's chest, feeling the warm, thick liquid flow inside her again, coming at the same time Shotaro did.

"Always been such a good girl." Shotaro brushed Jisoo's hair out of her face and kissed her until she fell asleep in his arms.